Ch.4
Texas pass San Antonio in the hot desert the dry heat and stale air was suffocating as a lizard scurry by away from a scorpion. No sign of any cloud coverage any where as the aching blistering heat caused the horizon to waver like a mirage. Two ATV’s were scouting the sandy lot as they went over dunes. Two women race across the sands in some what excitement as one in particular leaped off the Dune standing high black raven hair cascade beneath the helmet. Samantha Storm once again set out to stop illegal activities of some syndicate. Beside her the red head Angela Featherstone her long time partner was on mission with her to rescue a few kidnap local girls who were dragged into a mess as well as some government officials. As Storm hit the ground she raced towards what looked to be a small compound eyeing the facility.
Sam and Angie had spent the last year discovering random cases of a drug called Feather. Samantha shuddered the name itself was something she disliked as the effect produced a peculiar high that had its victim laughing in stitches some times laughing themselves to death. Though the media treated it as some derange hoax Section 7 was asked to look into it and Samantha and Angela seem to have successful record on these kinds of missions. A small curse of disapproval came from Storm’s mouth and Angela picked it up on her radio.
“Hey Sam what’s eating you lately you been more pissed than usual?” Angela said through the helmet’s microphone set.
Samantha snarled back into her mike. “Just trying to figure out how Section 7 believes our expertise is involved in this matter.”
Angela seems to have a sympathetic tone for her friend it seems lately her venture through the tickling world had her on end. “Sammy, listen I don’t think they chose you cause of you know, but more the fact you’re one of the rare few who have survived so long in these missions and others. Your expertise in combat and espionage is phenomenal and you have the most sortie success in the group.”
Samantha grinned some at her friend’s assuredness of her. “Kiss ass. I’m just getting tired of you know. I been kind of thinking a mission or two with out would be nice for now. Though if this missions’ successful we head back to that saloon to meet your boyfriend and his cop buddy for another round. I can’t believe he was our informant and went under after a few rounds.”
Angela laughed over the roar of the engines in her mike. “Yah poor guy thought he drinks better than you but when you threw those shots of Abscess. First one took him out kind of sad though we could use the help.”
“Right a cowboy and a maverick cop helping agents that’s to laugh and that cop was a bit of a hard ass you know. Though you seem to love that attention that cowboy was giving your shoulders after that game of pool and jack. I can’t believe you asked him back to our hotel room. Are you planning to interrogate him for sweet nothings till you tickle it out of him?” said Samantha chiding her friend.
“Samantha oh my god I can’t believe you said that! What the hell you make it seem like I’m desperate. Just for that I’m going to tie you down and repeat our session awhile back when we first met. Then we’ll see who the smart ass is.” Angela whined looking at her friend.
Samantha merely looked at her with a grin before riding ahead of her friend Angela. “Two words, laughing gas.”
And with that Samantha roared the ATV’s engine fiercely slinging her over the dune flipping the vehicle and landing with flawless show as Angela trailed behind the facility merely a few yards away already seeing guards running to their mounted turrets. A loud shunk came from the distance followed by something hailing from above. Explosions began occurring around them and Angela veered off far to the left to avoid the range but Samantha held this wicked grin like a shark a hand stroke the lightning bolt on her belt buckle and speed off through the gate.
In a blaze of smoke and fire she leapt from her ATV pulling out a pair of CZ 100 pistols in each palm firing off to the sides taking down each man at the howitzer turrets. At the speed she was going the small group of men lined up before her were off guard as she drop kicked one then tumbled forward arms crossed bracing into another’s chest and the pressing her fists on that same chest twisted before leaping kick a guy in the face stomping over him before hitting the garage door of the facility running along the walls with enough momentum to climb the two story building.
Two snipers over head looked in awe at this descending woman from the sky before one was viciously stomped to the floor and both guns pointed at the simple mobster in his cheesy cliché black suit. The man stared at the woman wearing a tight sleeveless red shirt, blue jeans, a signature belt with lightning buckle, each pair of riding gloves held their pistols one at his head the other at his crotch. One hand pulling off the helmet the other aiming at his heart now revealed a youthful woman with blue eyes and raven like hair her pale skin was flawless as she smiled hungrily at him.
Unsure he wet himself either by how hot she was or by the fact he was about to have his heart blown out two ways to Sunday. “Holy hell lady who the fucks are you Wonder Woman?”
“Storm and its coming for you,” That’s all Samantha said before she shot the guy in the foot smiling sweetly. “Now be a good criminal and stay subdued”.
Walking and sheathing her guns to their back strap she smiled talking station at one of the above turrets that held a machine gun and grinned. “Hey boys time for some field exercises!”
A gang of men who were trying desperately to shot down Angela and failing miserably peered up eight of them stood jaws wide open as the other two sprinted to cling to the wall. Samantha pressed holding the trigger and her chest shook as bullets sprayed down her rage at these gathering of mobsters, sex traders, mercenaries, and criminals that wouldn’t sorely be missed these vagrants would be few less in the world she thought as she held fire down at them thinking of the innocents that they had harmed to get where they are. Every man was mow down except for the two who were now trying to climb up the ladder at the side of the building. One practically leapt onto his friend to jump up as Angela swerved right at one clipping him like a rag doll to the floor. Climbing to the top to shot down the intruder at the machine gun the mobster met with his face pressed with a shotgun and raised his hands in the air.
Samantha grinned enjoying this part of the job and smile a delicate hand trailing the man’s jaw line. “See Pablo, Pablo jumps, how fast does Pablo cross the border?”
The man literally leapt back and began to sprint away Samantha teasingly fired shotgun rounds at his feet and the encouragement only spurred him to run faster literally kicking dust to the air as he manage to get over a dune and dive over it. Angela climbed up to the roof looking at Samantha and shook her head obviously knowing Samantha loved doing this part of the job and walked to the door. More men came out from the open garage doors dressed in more military like clothing and Samantha showered them with her affection till the shotgun ran dry aiming to wound their legs keeping from them dying if she didn’t need to kill them. As soon as they realize she was out they scurried up and began to fire at the roof. Samantha easily dived and rolled beside her partner pulling out her pistols keeping eye on every available path watching as guys come up and fired at them to keep them pin. Angela was busy using an electronic device to unlock the keypad code to let them in.
“Angie hurry it up!” Samantha shouted as the men came in droves each bullet grazing a shoulder or wounding an arm.
Angela cursed as the key strokes were rejected. “Sorry warrior princess but this side kick ain’t taking crap keep them. . . .”
Angela’s words were cut of as she cursed loudly. Samantha fearing the worst looked to see the keypad was shot at as they randomly held automatics over the edge firing blindly Storm grunted grabbing Angela and pushing her out of the range of fire before firing at their hands sending some off the edge to a sickening thud to the ground groaning in agony. Her rear was attacked as men aimed accurately hanging at the edge her left butt cheek grazed by a bullet and she herself cursed next landing against the wall hard covering Angela. Angela gave a small squeak and groaned as she was pinned grabbing her own pistol firing at them inaccurately but forcing them to dive back under.
“Did we win?” Angie said softly looking over Samantha’s shoulder.
In a brief pause everything for a few seconds grew quiet the door to the top open three men with rifles coming out and she saw the score of flash bang grenades overhead from one of the walls. Grabbing Angela by the waist she ran full sprint shoulder tackling one guy through the door. As they tumbled down the stairs the guy was render unconscious as he hit the wall Angela groaning rubbing the small of her back her jeans took up most the damage but that cheap blue flannel under her biker vest was torn in the front exposing her white sports bra and muttered. Samantha seemed fine and well senses on over drive gun pointed up and down the staircase and motion Angela to follow as she descended down the stairs hearing the guys up top groaning and cursing about their eyes and being blind.
Opening the door to the center of the large garage Samantha peered in cautiously then blinked as the muzzle of a mini-gun was down her face. Then raised her arms Angela peeking over did the same as the door open and several men with guns pointed at them. The guy holding the mini-gun was a fairly old man with short white hair and brutish face with a thick white handle bar mustache. He was dressed in a green trench coat and obviously was no slouch though in presentation old he was holding that mini-gun like an expert as he grinned widely.
“I am Kernel Yankovich owner of this facility and employer of these men. I welcome you to our little haven and ask that you disarm yourself and have a seat. Otherwise my men will be disappointed we wasted such beautiful women.” spoke the Kernel in a poor English-Russian tone.
Storm sucked her teeth and dropped her gun as well as Angela but the Kernel gestured for all of them and Angela dropped one more while Samantha dropped her other gun, another hidden in her legs strap and another on the other leg, pulled a small revolver from under her shirt then a Derringer from between her breasts. The Kernel smirked slightly maybe a bit surprised but in all he had the bigger gun and a man collected their firearms as they were lead down to the steps to the main floor and then seated into some folding chairs. As they sat they were roughly tied down with hemp rope not the most comfortable thing. Arms tied behind the chair ankles tied to the side of them followed by heavy ties down the mid section to the chair itself. Several of the men leered at the hot scene others sneered as they watch their captives get tied down neither liking their assault but a few tied down hotties made the day better.
Clacking of heels caught Samantha and Angela’s attention as a small woman wearing a white lab coat and a blue dress came to them. The blonde hair was cropped to her cheek bones and the ruby red lipstick brought out those glassy blue eyes. Samantha stared bugged eye seeing the valkyrie-ish woman it had been awhile but she definitely never forget that agents face of Elena Vorlov back when Samantha was with that British Agent stood before her poised with a sinister smile. The fact she was in the states with out authorization meant she either defected or something was up. Angela looked between the two who seem to share a rather dark glare and Angela definitely felt that there was more than maybe a little bad blood between them.
“It’s been awhile Storm, how’s it been my little comrade?” Elena spoke in a bit of better English than they last met.
Samantha spoke through gritted teeth. “How I dislike these happy reunions.”
Elena tsk wiggling a finger at Samantha before approaching the Kernel handing him some paper work to look over taking a seat on the bench table he was using as a desk eyeing the two agents. “The test results for the Feather drug my Kernel.”
With a satisfied grin he nodded a few times. “Am impress but how is it you know this woman?”
Elena grinned fiendishly. “She and I had a bit of a rivalry some time back. Samantha Storm is a legend.”
The Kernel blinked peering at Samantha. “You mean to tell me we have caught de American’s infamous Samantha Storm? The one whose has defeated Lady Ramirez and thwarted countless of illegal agencies and spies? Oh ho this is truly a good triumph indeed. We may even be able to pry some secrets from her and her mission. Here some one gets me a blow torch and a tool box.”
Elena shook her head smiling. “Kernel permits me to inquire the information. Not that you are not capable but you see this requires a more delicate touch. I know Samantha’s weakness and I assure you may enjoy the show as well. Get my bag boys from my office.”
“You bitch.” Samantha hissed.
Angela looked to Samantha having only seen her give eyes like that to people she disliked. “Samantha who is she?”
Samantha hissed slightly low so only Angela could hear. “She was a former Soviet Spy but reports said she defected some few months back. She and I had a disagreement on something where grounds lie. But let’s say I gave her some payback she wishes to collect.”
Angela grimaced seeing this wasn’t going to turn well and eyed the woman Elena coming back with a bag handed to her by a solider in uniform. “You do know you are trespassing on American soil?”
Elena smirked as the men walked over tipping them over onto their backs “Well whose here to say anything. Isn’t that right Sammy?”
“Oh I’ll get you for that.” Samantha growled as she struggled in her bonds.
Elena began to undo Samantha’s boots and grinned as the agent gave her a defiant look. A pair of black socks covered her feet and Elena agonizingly gave a light tickle that caused Samantha to twitch before pulling them off. Angela watched as Samantha was made bare foot her own toes scrunching in her sneakers knowing what’s coming. Elena grinned looking between Samantha’s legs with a chest shire cat grin. Angela grunted against her bonds not liking Samantha put through anything after their last ordeal together and hissed out at Elena.
“Leave her alone you bitch!” Angela shouted the fieriness of her redhead attitude got the better of her.
“Wait your turn honey. Now Samantha do you remember when I said in all professionalism some day we would have to work together? Now’s that time cooperate and it might go easy if not you recall the tickle –copters and the tickle drill?”
“Oh god, not those stupid things again you couldn’t come up with anything new?” Samantha’s eyes rolled.
Elena grinned. “I did but I will reveal it in due time. For now I need to know your mission here for the Kernel.”
With that said Elena reached into her bag pulling out a rather long stiff gull feather. As it descended onto Samantha’s left foot her blue manicured nails pressed against her right. Samantha cursed mentally knowing what was coming but wouldn’t give that gratification. As the feather stroke her left foot and the nails trace little lines in her right Samantha’s ankles instinctively tried to move away. Those size sevens swayed this way and that before finally Samantha let out a slight giggle and growled in defiance before those nails got between the pink fleshes of her toes.
“Oh shit.” Samantha snickered out before she started giggling.
Elena smiled almost memorable of their first encounter where she had asked Samantha where to tickle. “Sammy, would you like me to tickle the other girl instead of you?”
“Fuck you hahahaahahaaaa.” Samantha closed her eyes just letting her do her work she had gotten use to this as her toes tried to scrunch on her right but the feather on her left slide over her pink arches and her legs twitched.
The Kernel jaw dropped at the scene of his lovely Elena torturing the American Agent as did the other men watching this girl on girl tickling. Some chided and cheer while others had their soldiers in their pants salute. The kernel himself sat back hands behind his head approving as he grinned enjoying the scene. Samantha’s head lulled back arching as she grit her teeth snickers and giggles escaping out from her mouth. Angela merely watched some what blushing at the scene of her friend and partner being tormented.
“Damn you! Ugh heeheheheeheee oh shit no Elena not that!” Samantha snarled as her feet both got the long nails sawing between her toes.
“I can’t believe you forgot this Samantha how I had you begging. Elena please tickles my feet. Elena I love you!” teased Elena taunting Samantha down memory lane.
Samantha began to buck now in the folding chair on the floor as her feet were assaulted. Each nail was sending small shocking jolts up her leg to her throat as she giggled. Her soles were turning pink and blush from the attention and her feet buzzed from the strokes. The tight jeans creaked as she tried to squirm away then the worst happen and Elena leaned over suckling on her pinky toe the light pink varnish clearing as a tongue flick between the flesh of the joints. Samantha gave a high pitch shrill before bursting out into laughter but she refused to give out her mission hanging in there the best her resolve allowed her.
“Mmm just how I remember them Sam,” Elena cooed as she licked Samantha’s left foot.
Samantha’s smile grew at each long lick it didn’t tickle as much as she gave spurts of giggles. One man passed out with a nose bleed in the back as Elena sat at these luscious size seven’s slowly licking them like candy. Angela’s blush grew knowing well how Samantha would react with such attention having trained her in the art of tickle torture. Anymore and Samantha was going to start laughing but she knew her friend was defiant to the end. Elena grinned and reached into her bag and pulled out a multi-jointed head lamp with a fan on the end that had red feathers for blades. She started it up and placed it against Samantha’s right foot which tensed scrunching its toes then apart and her groin felt the hint of warming. Elena took Samantha’s left foot and slowly licked it pressing her thumbs against the bottom of the ball of her feet parting her toes and gave each a slow lick and suckle.
Samantha’s cheeks blushed slightly at the attention muttering how much she hated this crap but endured her head tossing side to side black hair shaking about. Then the worst happen Elena took in her big toe and sucked while licking the underside and Samantha just burst out into full laughter throwing her head back. Elena grinned having her now as nails scratched at her high arches as she continued to lick her toe her free hand tickling her ankle with tedious etches of her forefinger while the feather fan stroke her other foot now Samantha’s legs were twitching with a new intensity as she tried her hardest to not give in.
“Shit shit Hahahahahaa no you bitch! I won’t talk! Oh god no not that I hate you! Heheehehehe ahahasthahaahap!” Samantha yelled as her feet were tormented.
Elena Vorlov took measurable pleasure having control over Samantha as her eyes lustfully looked over the American captive. She felt the trembles of Samantha’s legs that just purred her on the room got silent and the kernel grinned like a wolf watching the show thoroughly pleased. Elena recalled something and placed the tip of her nail in Samantha’s high arch sending another fit of squealing laughter licking the soft toes. Samantha’s hair stood on end her body wracked with laughter at the torment annoyed how easily she was read by her old rival. Then she heard the movement of another of those damned things and both her feet were being fanned as Elena moved to her head and zipped down her vest before lifting her red sleeveless shirt.
“Samantha you never change such a nice low cut sports bra you have now your mission or would you like me to tickle torture the nice redhead friend of yours?” Elena cooed as she peeled her sports bra over her breasts.
Samantha groaned as her nipples were erect and exposed to so many people a feint darker blush formed on her cheeks. Her eyes looked up at Elena’s hungry smile as her fingers locked on tracing circles around her breasts making her giggle. Then slowly down along her side achingly circling her belly button and the bead of perspiration and fear held her as the two fingers like hawk’s circled around her innie. Samantha audibly curse as the fingers probed her sensitive belly button the flesh around it tighten as Elena took one hand to lift Samantha’s back in a memorable hold. Samantha was sweating and almost going into full ballistic laughter then it happen as Elena’s tongue entered her navel scraping the deep flesh with each bud Samantha roared in uncontrolled laughter.
“Oh god not that! Aahahahaa! No no no no! heeheheh ugh hahahaaahehehehahaaa!” Samantha just lost it she didn’t care she let her have her but she was not going to let her have that information or her partner.
Angela watched stirring slightly at the hot scene she herself tickled Samantha a few times and they even shared some romantic moments but actually being beside Samantha in her adventures in her torments were too much some days and secretly Angela had some feelings for Sam. She felt the heat in her chest rise Angela’s anger rose to new heights as she looked at her Samantha being tortured and peered at Elena’s ankle near the foot of her chair’s leg and grinned. With one courageous leap she smashed the leg of the folding chair on her high heel ankle and crunch. Elena gave out horrid scream and some of the men burst out into laughter others still to fascinate with Storm’s torment. The kernel himself banged his head on the desk pounding a fist laughing at the embarrassment placed on his lieutenant.
Elena held her ankle whimpering a moment eyeing Angela’s smug smile and kicked her away with her other foot and then produce a tickle-copter and tickle drill. She placed two more tickle-copters at Samantha’s breasts ad three tickle drills at each side of her neck and belly button sending Samantha into uncontrollable bouts of laughter as her eyes welled up shut with tears. Elena Vorlov sneered looking at Angela leaning close to her face holding her ankle.
“I will give you the worst torture ever. Now it’s your turn my little red head.” With that Elena removed an odd device that when turned on sounded like a vibrator but fluffy feathers were all over it and Angela felt a slight chill down her spine.
Slowly Elena unlaced Angela’s high tops and she regretted not wearing socks as Elena waft a hand in front of her face. The toes each had red nail polish and she motioned to one of the guards handing him a bowl and promptly came back with water and soap. Lathering the soap on a boot brush from her bag she grinned and Angela began to squirm knowing damn well there were three spots on her body were sensitive this was one of them. As she set the vibrating feather down between Angela’s chest causing her to giggle Elena took a hold of one foot and began to brush Angela’s feet being rewarded with a haughty laughter as Angela’s breast bounced against her flannel the device snugged between her breasts. Once that was done Elena did the same with her other foot till Angela was squirming uncomfortably giggling.
“I want her stretched out onto the table so I can get at her delicious navel, hop to it boys?” Elena barked out.
Samantha’s eyes bugged out as she laughed “No no no hahahaahaa… not again.”
Elena laughed deeply looking to Storm. “Dear not you, I want your friend!”
Elena cooed as the four men untied the now fighting Angela Featherstone tying her to the commander’s table. “Oh Storm your so funny. I already had you begging it’s your friends turn to know the extent of my power.”
Samantha growled mix with laughter. “No don’t hehehe touch her! I’ll ki-hahaaaa!”
Elena’s nails scratched under Samantha’s big toes the American’s ass bounced a few times as Elena purred and took one of her big toes into her mouth sucking on it. The four men paused watching the excitement soldier’s in their pants saluted against their zippers again and Angie manage to kick one in the face waking them up and wrestling her to the table. Samantha groaned slightly and tried to fight the urge building up in her stomach and wrestled in her confines a bit longer before laughing as Elena stir a finger tip around Samantha’s belly for old time sakes.
Once Angie was secured she was tied taut along the long table ends hands at each corner as well as her ankles. Elena grinned and unbuttons her jeans opening it to reveal her lower belly and thong line looking over at the red bikini bottom. Angie growled and protested then gasped as her flannel was torn open her fair size rounded breast bounced in the bikini red triangle restraints. Elena grinned and motion two soldiers to tickle her underarms and with earnest two pushed aside their buddies and got to work. Their vulgar touches only caused Angela to frown and shut her eyes and Elena reached into her bag handing a stiff red feather to the Kernel who merely grinned widely at the display before him.
The Kernel was a breast man and took out his pocket knife and slice open Angela’s top the flimsy material wafted to each side and he began to dust her taught nipples. Angela’s eyes closed slight tears forming as her nipples were assaulted but the feathery strands grazing her pale skin caused her to suck in her stomach. The two men at either side tickling under her arms reached to touch her breasts and the Kernel with a huff slapped the feather on their hands and pointed to her ribs. Angela’s mid section was getting the worst of it now as a feather and stubby nails grazed her sides. Elena motioned two others to come to her feet and men practically got in line to tickle her feet. Elena cooed and motioned the Kernel to assault her breasts as she leaned over practically straddling Angela and the men at her feet looking between Elena’s legs faces were red with excitement.
Poor Angela’s nerves were being pushed on end she was an expert at tickle torture both as ticklee and tickler but she knew this kind of attention was going to cause her some strain. Two men at her sides now perversely lick her under arms the Kernel with a grin dusting the tip of each nipple sending electric jolts to her stomach as every stroke caress the grain of her now erect nipples right to the very end causing small moans. God she loved being tickled or tickling but not by her enemies. The men at her feet were evil licking between her now parted toes the sensation of her feet and nipples colliding in the center of her belly. Elena cooed against her stomach a soft cheek against the cold belly sensing the fiery build and then achingly stretched that valkyrian tongue over the taut navel. First lick gave Angie a shudder then the second lick caused her laughter to rise in pitch. She was melting to fast and the attention was raising her libido and she tossed her head to her left to look at Samantha teary eyes pleading.
“Sammy. . . help. . . me. . . heheehhahaahaaaa!” Angie spoke softly before her navel was sucked between Elena’s lips and gummed the tip of her tongue like a deadly pin pressing the pink button down.
Samantha jerked at her bonds as few men gathered around her tickling her feet a few raking their nails on her stomach. Some were unbutton her jeans as she twisted in her bonds both laughing and angrily growling. “Angiehehehehee!”
Both women were being subjugated to the horrendous tickle torture their eyes weld up with tears as men hungrily tickled them. Angie felt she was on the verge of loosing it this was too much of a cruel start than methodically torturing. Her mind racked around the possibility of escape or giving in but watching Samantha fight off the laughter and the men spurred her on not to give in till Elena’s thick thighs turned over the table her ass now at Angela’s face and she felt her jeans being lowered and she twist and buck as much she could afford as she felt finger nails trace across her bikini line. Her feet were the worst, her breasts second, if Elena did what she thought she wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. The kernel feathered Elena’s crotch getting a wicked grinned from his subordinate before resuming the nipple teasing. And Elena’s hands claw down Angela’s tummy before her tongue slid achingly over her navel lower to her hips.
“Sammy I’m sorry!” Angie whimpered as her back arched as Elena slowly grazed a finger under the front of her bikini.
As Elena grinned at the new torment of her new found captive a loud bang came from outside. The alarms went off and men ran to their posts the one guy on the ground with the nose bleed was kicked several times before he got up. The kernel growled angrily as he was disturbed yet again and muttered about noisy Americans as he got his mini gun. As all the men ran out to the garage door they just seem to stare in shock as a monster truck was driving towards them a man in the back bed overhead holding an MP5 firing as a Winnebago theme song went off from the horn. The Kernel just gawked wondering what the hell was wrong with Americans these days as dust swept over the dunes.
Texas pass San Antonio in the hot desert the dry heat and stale air was suffocating as a lizard scurry by away from a scorpion. No sign of any cloud coverage any where as the aching blistering heat caused the horizon to waver like a mirage. Two ATV’s were scouting the sandy lot as they went over dunes. Two women race across the sands in some what excitement as one in particular leaped off the Dune standing high black raven hair cascade beneath the helmet. Samantha Storm once again set out to stop illegal activities of some syndicate. Beside her the red head Angela Featherstone her long time partner was on mission with her to rescue a few kidnap local girls who were dragged into a mess as well as some government officials. As Storm hit the ground she raced towards what looked to be a small compound eyeing the facility.
Sam and Angie had spent the last year discovering random cases of a drug called Feather. Samantha shuddered the name itself was something she disliked as the effect produced a peculiar high that had its victim laughing in stitches some times laughing themselves to death. Though the media treated it as some derange hoax Section 7 was asked to look into it and Samantha and Angela seem to have successful record on these kinds of missions. A small curse of disapproval came from Storm’s mouth and Angela picked it up on her radio.
“Hey Sam what’s eating you lately you been more pissed than usual?” Angela said through the helmet’s microphone set.
Samantha snarled back into her mike. “Just trying to figure out how Section 7 believes our expertise is involved in this matter.”
Angela seems to have a sympathetic tone for her friend it seems lately her venture through the tickling world had her on end. “Sammy, listen I don’t think they chose you cause of you know, but more the fact you’re one of the rare few who have survived so long in these missions and others. Your expertise in combat and espionage is phenomenal and you have the most sortie success in the group.”
Samantha grinned some at her friend’s assuredness of her. “Kiss ass. I’m just getting tired of you know. I been kind of thinking a mission or two with out would be nice for now. Though if this missions’ successful we head back to that saloon to meet your boyfriend and his cop buddy for another round. I can’t believe he was our informant and went under after a few rounds.”
Angela laughed over the roar of the engines in her mike. “Yah poor guy thought he drinks better than you but when you threw those shots of Abscess. First one took him out kind of sad though we could use the help.”
“Right a cowboy and a maverick cop helping agents that’s to laugh and that cop was a bit of a hard ass you know. Though you seem to love that attention that cowboy was giving your shoulders after that game of pool and jack. I can’t believe you asked him back to our hotel room. Are you planning to interrogate him for sweet nothings till you tickle it out of him?” said Samantha chiding her friend.
“Samantha oh my god I can’t believe you said that! What the hell you make it seem like I’m desperate. Just for that I’m going to tie you down and repeat our session awhile back when we first met. Then we’ll see who the smart ass is.” Angela whined looking at her friend.
Samantha merely looked at her with a grin before riding ahead of her friend Angela. “Two words, laughing gas.”
And with that Samantha roared the ATV’s engine fiercely slinging her over the dune flipping the vehicle and landing with flawless show as Angela trailed behind the facility merely a few yards away already seeing guards running to their mounted turrets. A loud shunk came from the distance followed by something hailing from above. Explosions began occurring around them and Angela veered off far to the left to avoid the range but Samantha held this wicked grin like a shark a hand stroke the lightning bolt on her belt buckle and speed off through the gate.
In a blaze of smoke and fire she leapt from her ATV pulling out a pair of CZ 100 pistols in each palm firing off to the sides taking down each man at the howitzer turrets. At the speed she was going the small group of men lined up before her were off guard as she drop kicked one then tumbled forward arms crossed bracing into another’s chest and the pressing her fists on that same chest twisted before leaping kick a guy in the face stomping over him before hitting the garage door of the facility running along the walls with enough momentum to climb the two story building.
Two snipers over head looked in awe at this descending woman from the sky before one was viciously stomped to the floor and both guns pointed at the simple mobster in his cheesy cliché black suit. The man stared at the woman wearing a tight sleeveless red shirt, blue jeans, a signature belt with lightning buckle, each pair of riding gloves held their pistols one at his head the other at his crotch. One hand pulling off the helmet the other aiming at his heart now revealed a youthful woman with blue eyes and raven like hair her pale skin was flawless as she smiled hungrily at him.
Unsure he wet himself either by how hot she was or by the fact he was about to have his heart blown out two ways to Sunday. “Holy hell lady who the fucks are you Wonder Woman?”
“Storm and its coming for you,” That’s all Samantha said before she shot the guy in the foot smiling sweetly. “Now be a good criminal and stay subdued”.
Walking and sheathing her guns to their back strap she smiled talking station at one of the above turrets that held a machine gun and grinned. “Hey boys time for some field exercises!”
A gang of men who were trying desperately to shot down Angela and failing miserably peered up eight of them stood jaws wide open as the other two sprinted to cling to the wall. Samantha pressed holding the trigger and her chest shook as bullets sprayed down her rage at these gathering of mobsters, sex traders, mercenaries, and criminals that wouldn’t sorely be missed these vagrants would be few less in the world she thought as she held fire down at them thinking of the innocents that they had harmed to get where they are. Every man was mow down except for the two who were now trying to climb up the ladder at the side of the building. One practically leapt onto his friend to jump up as Angela swerved right at one clipping him like a rag doll to the floor. Climbing to the top to shot down the intruder at the machine gun the mobster met with his face pressed with a shotgun and raised his hands in the air.
Samantha grinned enjoying this part of the job and smile a delicate hand trailing the man’s jaw line. “See Pablo, Pablo jumps, how fast does Pablo cross the border?”
The man literally leapt back and began to sprint away Samantha teasingly fired shotgun rounds at his feet and the encouragement only spurred him to run faster literally kicking dust to the air as he manage to get over a dune and dive over it. Angela climbed up to the roof looking at Samantha and shook her head obviously knowing Samantha loved doing this part of the job and walked to the door. More men came out from the open garage doors dressed in more military like clothing and Samantha showered them with her affection till the shotgun ran dry aiming to wound their legs keeping from them dying if she didn’t need to kill them. As soon as they realize she was out they scurried up and began to fire at the roof. Samantha easily dived and rolled beside her partner pulling out her pistols keeping eye on every available path watching as guys come up and fired at them to keep them pin. Angela was busy using an electronic device to unlock the keypad code to let them in.
“Angie hurry it up!” Samantha shouted as the men came in droves each bullet grazing a shoulder or wounding an arm.
Angela cursed as the key strokes were rejected. “Sorry warrior princess but this side kick ain’t taking crap keep them. . . .”
Angela’s words were cut of as she cursed loudly. Samantha fearing the worst looked to see the keypad was shot at as they randomly held automatics over the edge firing blindly Storm grunted grabbing Angela and pushing her out of the range of fire before firing at their hands sending some off the edge to a sickening thud to the ground groaning in agony. Her rear was attacked as men aimed accurately hanging at the edge her left butt cheek grazed by a bullet and she herself cursed next landing against the wall hard covering Angela. Angela gave a small squeak and groaned as she was pinned grabbing her own pistol firing at them inaccurately but forcing them to dive back under.
“Did we win?” Angie said softly looking over Samantha’s shoulder.
In a brief pause everything for a few seconds grew quiet the door to the top open three men with rifles coming out and she saw the score of flash bang grenades overhead from one of the walls. Grabbing Angela by the waist she ran full sprint shoulder tackling one guy through the door. As they tumbled down the stairs the guy was render unconscious as he hit the wall Angela groaning rubbing the small of her back her jeans took up most the damage but that cheap blue flannel under her biker vest was torn in the front exposing her white sports bra and muttered. Samantha seemed fine and well senses on over drive gun pointed up and down the staircase and motion Angela to follow as she descended down the stairs hearing the guys up top groaning and cursing about their eyes and being blind.
Opening the door to the center of the large garage Samantha peered in cautiously then blinked as the muzzle of a mini-gun was down her face. Then raised her arms Angela peeking over did the same as the door open and several men with guns pointed at them. The guy holding the mini-gun was a fairly old man with short white hair and brutish face with a thick white handle bar mustache. He was dressed in a green trench coat and obviously was no slouch though in presentation old he was holding that mini-gun like an expert as he grinned widely.
“I am Kernel Yankovich owner of this facility and employer of these men. I welcome you to our little haven and ask that you disarm yourself and have a seat. Otherwise my men will be disappointed we wasted such beautiful women.” spoke the Kernel in a poor English-Russian tone.
Storm sucked her teeth and dropped her gun as well as Angela but the Kernel gestured for all of them and Angela dropped one more while Samantha dropped her other gun, another hidden in her legs strap and another on the other leg, pulled a small revolver from under her shirt then a Derringer from between her breasts. The Kernel smirked slightly maybe a bit surprised but in all he had the bigger gun and a man collected their firearms as they were lead down to the steps to the main floor and then seated into some folding chairs. As they sat they were roughly tied down with hemp rope not the most comfortable thing. Arms tied behind the chair ankles tied to the side of them followed by heavy ties down the mid section to the chair itself. Several of the men leered at the hot scene others sneered as they watch their captives get tied down neither liking their assault but a few tied down hotties made the day better.
Clacking of heels caught Samantha and Angela’s attention as a small woman wearing a white lab coat and a blue dress came to them. The blonde hair was cropped to her cheek bones and the ruby red lipstick brought out those glassy blue eyes. Samantha stared bugged eye seeing the valkyrie-ish woman it had been awhile but she definitely never forget that agents face of Elena Vorlov back when Samantha was with that British Agent stood before her poised with a sinister smile. The fact she was in the states with out authorization meant she either defected or something was up. Angela looked between the two who seem to share a rather dark glare and Angela definitely felt that there was more than maybe a little bad blood between them.
“It’s been awhile Storm, how’s it been my little comrade?” Elena spoke in a bit of better English than they last met.
Samantha spoke through gritted teeth. “How I dislike these happy reunions.”
Elena tsk wiggling a finger at Samantha before approaching the Kernel handing him some paper work to look over taking a seat on the bench table he was using as a desk eyeing the two agents. “The test results for the Feather drug my Kernel.”
With a satisfied grin he nodded a few times. “Am impress but how is it you know this woman?”
Elena grinned fiendishly. “She and I had a bit of a rivalry some time back. Samantha Storm is a legend.”
The Kernel blinked peering at Samantha. “You mean to tell me we have caught de American’s infamous Samantha Storm? The one whose has defeated Lady Ramirez and thwarted countless of illegal agencies and spies? Oh ho this is truly a good triumph indeed. We may even be able to pry some secrets from her and her mission. Here some one gets me a blow torch and a tool box.”
Elena shook her head smiling. “Kernel permits me to inquire the information. Not that you are not capable but you see this requires a more delicate touch. I know Samantha’s weakness and I assure you may enjoy the show as well. Get my bag boys from my office.”
“You bitch.” Samantha hissed.
Angela looked to Samantha having only seen her give eyes like that to people she disliked. “Samantha who is she?”
Samantha hissed slightly low so only Angela could hear. “She was a former Soviet Spy but reports said she defected some few months back. She and I had a disagreement on something where grounds lie. But let’s say I gave her some payback she wishes to collect.”
Angela grimaced seeing this wasn’t going to turn well and eyed the woman Elena coming back with a bag handed to her by a solider in uniform. “You do know you are trespassing on American soil?”
Elena smirked as the men walked over tipping them over onto their backs “Well whose here to say anything. Isn’t that right Sammy?”
“Oh I’ll get you for that.” Samantha growled as she struggled in her bonds.
Elena began to undo Samantha’s boots and grinned as the agent gave her a defiant look. A pair of black socks covered her feet and Elena agonizingly gave a light tickle that caused Samantha to twitch before pulling them off. Angela watched as Samantha was made bare foot her own toes scrunching in her sneakers knowing what’s coming. Elena grinned looking between Samantha’s legs with a chest shire cat grin. Angela grunted against her bonds not liking Samantha put through anything after their last ordeal together and hissed out at Elena.
“Leave her alone you bitch!” Angela shouted the fieriness of her redhead attitude got the better of her.
“Wait your turn honey. Now Samantha do you remember when I said in all professionalism some day we would have to work together? Now’s that time cooperate and it might go easy if not you recall the tickle –copters and the tickle drill?”
“Oh god, not those stupid things again you couldn’t come up with anything new?” Samantha’s eyes rolled.
Elena grinned. “I did but I will reveal it in due time. For now I need to know your mission here for the Kernel.”
With that said Elena reached into her bag pulling out a rather long stiff gull feather. As it descended onto Samantha’s left foot her blue manicured nails pressed against her right. Samantha cursed mentally knowing what was coming but wouldn’t give that gratification. As the feather stroke her left foot and the nails trace little lines in her right Samantha’s ankles instinctively tried to move away. Those size sevens swayed this way and that before finally Samantha let out a slight giggle and growled in defiance before those nails got between the pink fleshes of her toes.
“Oh shit.” Samantha snickered out before she started giggling.
Elena smiled almost memorable of their first encounter where she had asked Samantha where to tickle. “Sammy, would you like me to tickle the other girl instead of you?”
“Fuck you hahahaahahaaaa.” Samantha closed her eyes just letting her do her work she had gotten use to this as her toes tried to scrunch on her right but the feather on her left slide over her pink arches and her legs twitched.
The Kernel jaw dropped at the scene of his lovely Elena torturing the American Agent as did the other men watching this girl on girl tickling. Some chided and cheer while others had their soldiers in their pants salute. The kernel himself sat back hands behind his head approving as he grinned enjoying the scene. Samantha’s head lulled back arching as she grit her teeth snickers and giggles escaping out from her mouth. Angela merely watched some what blushing at the scene of her friend and partner being tormented.
“Damn you! Ugh heeheheheeheee oh shit no Elena not that!” Samantha snarled as her feet both got the long nails sawing between her toes.
“I can’t believe you forgot this Samantha how I had you begging. Elena please tickles my feet. Elena I love you!” teased Elena taunting Samantha down memory lane.
Samantha began to buck now in the folding chair on the floor as her feet were assaulted. Each nail was sending small shocking jolts up her leg to her throat as she giggled. Her soles were turning pink and blush from the attention and her feet buzzed from the strokes. The tight jeans creaked as she tried to squirm away then the worst happen and Elena leaned over suckling on her pinky toe the light pink varnish clearing as a tongue flick between the flesh of the joints. Samantha gave a high pitch shrill before bursting out into laughter but she refused to give out her mission hanging in there the best her resolve allowed her.
“Mmm just how I remember them Sam,” Elena cooed as she licked Samantha’s left foot.
Samantha’s smile grew at each long lick it didn’t tickle as much as she gave spurts of giggles. One man passed out with a nose bleed in the back as Elena sat at these luscious size seven’s slowly licking them like candy. Angela’s blush grew knowing well how Samantha would react with such attention having trained her in the art of tickle torture. Anymore and Samantha was going to start laughing but she knew her friend was defiant to the end. Elena grinned and reached into her bag and pulled out a multi-jointed head lamp with a fan on the end that had red feathers for blades. She started it up and placed it against Samantha’s right foot which tensed scrunching its toes then apart and her groin felt the hint of warming. Elena took Samantha’s left foot and slowly licked it pressing her thumbs against the bottom of the ball of her feet parting her toes and gave each a slow lick and suckle.
Samantha’s cheeks blushed slightly at the attention muttering how much she hated this crap but endured her head tossing side to side black hair shaking about. Then the worst happen Elena took in her big toe and sucked while licking the underside and Samantha just burst out into full laughter throwing her head back. Elena grinned having her now as nails scratched at her high arches as she continued to lick her toe her free hand tickling her ankle with tedious etches of her forefinger while the feather fan stroke her other foot now Samantha’s legs were twitching with a new intensity as she tried her hardest to not give in.
“Shit shit Hahahahahaa no you bitch! I won’t talk! Oh god no not that I hate you! Heheehehehe ahahasthahaahap!” Samantha yelled as her feet were tormented.
Elena Vorlov took measurable pleasure having control over Samantha as her eyes lustfully looked over the American captive. She felt the trembles of Samantha’s legs that just purred her on the room got silent and the kernel grinned like a wolf watching the show thoroughly pleased. Elena recalled something and placed the tip of her nail in Samantha’s high arch sending another fit of squealing laughter licking the soft toes. Samantha’s hair stood on end her body wracked with laughter at the torment annoyed how easily she was read by her old rival. Then she heard the movement of another of those damned things and both her feet were being fanned as Elena moved to her head and zipped down her vest before lifting her red sleeveless shirt.
“Samantha you never change such a nice low cut sports bra you have now your mission or would you like me to tickle torture the nice redhead friend of yours?” Elena cooed as she peeled her sports bra over her breasts.
Samantha groaned as her nipples were erect and exposed to so many people a feint darker blush formed on her cheeks. Her eyes looked up at Elena’s hungry smile as her fingers locked on tracing circles around her breasts making her giggle. Then slowly down along her side achingly circling her belly button and the bead of perspiration and fear held her as the two fingers like hawk’s circled around her innie. Samantha audibly curse as the fingers probed her sensitive belly button the flesh around it tighten as Elena took one hand to lift Samantha’s back in a memorable hold. Samantha was sweating and almost going into full ballistic laughter then it happen as Elena’s tongue entered her navel scraping the deep flesh with each bud Samantha roared in uncontrolled laughter.
“Oh god not that! Aahahahaa! No no no no! heeheheh ugh hahahaaahehehehahaaa!” Samantha just lost it she didn’t care she let her have her but she was not going to let her have that information or her partner.
Angela watched stirring slightly at the hot scene she herself tickled Samantha a few times and they even shared some romantic moments but actually being beside Samantha in her adventures in her torments were too much some days and secretly Angela had some feelings for Sam. She felt the heat in her chest rise Angela’s anger rose to new heights as she looked at her Samantha being tortured and peered at Elena’s ankle near the foot of her chair’s leg and grinned. With one courageous leap she smashed the leg of the folding chair on her high heel ankle and crunch. Elena gave out horrid scream and some of the men burst out into laughter others still to fascinate with Storm’s torment. The kernel himself banged his head on the desk pounding a fist laughing at the embarrassment placed on his lieutenant.
Elena held her ankle whimpering a moment eyeing Angela’s smug smile and kicked her away with her other foot and then produce a tickle-copter and tickle drill. She placed two more tickle-copters at Samantha’s breasts ad three tickle drills at each side of her neck and belly button sending Samantha into uncontrollable bouts of laughter as her eyes welled up shut with tears. Elena Vorlov sneered looking at Angela leaning close to her face holding her ankle.
“I will give you the worst torture ever. Now it’s your turn my little red head.” With that Elena removed an odd device that when turned on sounded like a vibrator but fluffy feathers were all over it and Angela felt a slight chill down her spine.
Slowly Elena unlaced Angela’s high tops and she regretted not wearing socks as Elena waft a hand in front of her face. The toes each had red nail polish and she motioned to one of the guards handing him a bowl and promptly came back with water and soap. Lathering the soap on a boot brush from her bag she grinned and Angela began to squirm knowing damn well there were three spots on her body were sensitive this was one of them. As she set the vibrating feather down between Angela’s chest causing her to giggle Elena took a hold of one foot and began to brush Angela’s feet being rewarded with a haughty laughter as Angela’s breast bounced against her flannel the device snugged between her breasts. Once that was done Elena did the same with her other foot till Angela was squirming uncomfortably giggling.
“I want her stretched out onto the table so I can get at her delicious navel, hop to it boys?” Elena barked out.
Samantha’s eyes bugged out as she laughed “No no no hahahaahaa… not again.”
Elena laughed deeply looking to Storm. “Dear not you, I want your friend!”
Elena cooed as the four men untied the now fighting Angela Featherstone tying her to the commander’s table. “Oh Storm your so funny. I already had you begging it’s your friends turn to know the extent of my power.”
Samantha growled mix with laughter. “No don’t hehehe touch her! I’ll ki-hahaaaa!”
Elena’s nails scratched under Samantha’s big toes the American’s ass bounced a few times as Elena purred and took one of her big toes into her mouth sucking on it. The four men paused watching the excitement soldier’s in their pants saluted against their zippers again and Angie manage to kick one in the face waking them up and wrestling her to the table. Samantha groaned slightly and tried to fight the urge building up in her stomach and wrestled in her confines a bit longer before laughing as Elena stir a finger tip around Samantha’s belly for old time sakes.
Once Angie was secured she was tied taut along the long table ends hands at each corner as well as her ankles. Elena grinned and unbuttons her jeans opening it to reveal her lower belly and thong line looking over at the red bikini bottom. Angie growled and protested then gasped as her flannel was torn open her fair size rounded breast bounced in the bikini red triangle restraints. Elena grinned and motion two soldiers to tickle her underarms and with earnest two pushed aside their buddies and got to work. Their vulgar touches only caused Angela to frown and shut her eyes and Elena reached into her bag handing a stiff red feather to the Kernel who merely grinned widely at the display before him.
The Kernel was a breast man and took out his pocket knife and slice open Angela’s top the flimsy material wafted to each side and he began to dust her taught nipples. Angela’s eyes closed slight tears forming as her nipples were assaulted but the feathery strands grazing her pale skin caused her to suck in her stomach. The two men at either side tickling under her arms reached to touch her breasts and the Kernel with a huff slapped the feather on their hands and pointed to her ribs. Angela’s mid section was getting the worst of it now as a feather and stubby nails grazed her sides. Elena motioned two others to come to her feet and men practically got in line to tickle her feet. Elena cooed and motioned the Kernel to assault her breasts as she leaned over practically straddling Angela and the men at her feet looking between Elena’s legs faces were red with excitement.
Poor Angela’s nerves were being pushed on end she was an expert at tickle torture both as ticklee and tickler but she knew this kind of attention was going to cause her some strain. Two men at her sides now perversely lick her under arms the Kernel with a grin dusting the tip of each nipple sending electric jolts to her stomach as every stroke caress the grain of her now erect nipples right to the very end causing small moans. God she loved being tickled or tickling but not by her enemies. The men at her feet were evil licking between her now parted toes the sensation of her feet and nipples colliding in the center of her belly. Elena cooed against her stomach a soft cheek against the cold belly sensing the fiery build and then achingly stretched that valkyrian tongue over the taut navel. First lick gave Angie a shudder then the second lick caused her laughter to rise in pitch. She was melting to fast and the attention was raising her libido and she tossed her head to her left to look at Samantha teary eyes pleading.
“Sammy. . . help. . . me. . . heheehhahaahaaaa!” Angie spoke softly before her navel was sucked between Elena’s lips and gummed the tip of her tongue like a deadly pin pressing the pink button down.
Samantha jerked at her bonds as few men gathered around her tickling her feet a few raking their nails on her stomach. Some were unbutton her jeans as she twisted in her bonds both laughing and angrily growling. “Angiehehehehee!”
Both women were being subjugated to the horrendous tickle torture their eyes weld up with tears as men hungrily tickled them. Angie felt she was on the verge of loosing it this was too much of a cruel start than methodically torturing. Her mind racked around the possibility of escape or giving in but watching Samantha fight off the laughter and the men spurred her on not to give in till Elena’s thick thighs turned over the table her ass now at Angela’s face and she felt her jeans being lowered and she twist and buck as much she could afford as she felt finger nails trace across her bikini line. Her feet were the worst, her breasts second, if Elena did what she thought she wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. The kernel feathered Elena’s crotch getting a wicked grinned from his subordinate before resuming the nipple teasing. And Elena’s hands claw down Angela’s tummy before her tongue slid achingly over her navel lower to her hips.
“Sammy I’m sorry!” Angie whimpered as her back arched as Elena slowly grazed a finger under the front of her bikini.
As Elena grinned at the new torment of her new found captive a loud bang came from outside. The alarms went off and men ran to their posts the one guy on the ground with the nose bleed was kicked several times before he got up. The kernel growled angrily as he was disturbed yet again and muttered about noisy Americans as he got his mini gun. As all the men ran out to the garage door they just seem to stare in shock as a monster truck was driving towards them a man in the back bed overhead holding an MP5 firing as a Winnebago theme song went off from the horn. The Kernel just gawked wondering what the hell was wrong with Americans these days as dust swept over the dunes.
