Ch.6
Cold the white room came fuzzy to Ramirez’s vision as she stirred awake from some narcotic used to pacify her. When she was taken off the helicopter she retaliated the moment she was freed but that damnable woman Chloe sprayed her with something. Trying to get up Ramirez groaned finding herself tied to some odd white velvet cushion table and worst off her Latina body was naked. The cool air just made her skin goose bump and her nipples erect she was thankful she shaved her self to a low trim down there this morning. Glancing about the room she discerned everything was a sickingly variation of white even her shackles and above her a large flat screen face off with her. The air itself was cool most likely from an air vent nearby but oddly she felt a slight ringing in her ear suggesting maybe they were on some kind of plane in a higher altitude
When it came to life a man dressed in a white tuxedo, top hat, monocle with a white latex mask over his face looked at her. There was no way to discern his face or eyes as they too seem covered and he looked at her directly some stupid head figure was wasting their time with her and it annoyed her to no end. The man received a clipboard and looked it over before looking back at Ramirez. When he spoke it was charismatic, professional, almost as if every word he spoke was a command she had to obey.
“Ah Senora Ramirez I have heard many great things about you. Yet you yourself are neither an agent nor spy. Says here you began as simple cop who went badly whose interrogations services grew under a Mr. Chavez. Hmmm you have a good success rate. I’m inquiring about a certain job however you see I am a man who requires total obedience, loyalty, and above all willingness. You happen to stumble across some one yes a Miss Samantha Storm?” said the voice on the screen looking at her.
Ramirez cursed in Spanish her tight done hair now cascade to her right as she looked away. “Go ahead and torture me, I will get Samantha on my own I do not need some one else now to tell me what to do.”
The man’s voice tsk as he switched his legs crossing them again. “I am Mr. S I would like to give you the opportunity of getting your much wanted revenge of Samantha Storm. She has something I want and I do not see why we cannot share?”
Ramirez frowned and scowled at the screen. “Then why capture me! Why do all this to humiliate me you idiot!”
Mr. S would shake his head and tsk. “So young, so brash, so violent you really should smile more Miss Ramirez. I am giving you an opportunity to capture, interrogate, and money to capture the one person you want most. The one being that has turned your life upside down? Should I read how many times you two squared off and she left you laughing like an idiot as you so put the words to me?”
“You haven’t answered my question.” Ramirez said flatly.
“Yes well you see your torment is on my employee’s side. Not mine I merely asked for your retrieval. But no matter you will be a guest to my humble enterprise shortly. I need your help and this is only something I believe you can do but if you wish me to recite that cliché phrase. We have ways of making you cooperate.” Said Mr. S as he snaps his fingers four hooded black cloak figures entered the room Chloe was there smug smile looking at Ramirez.
They all gathered around her and Chloe looked up at the screen. “Master Edmond has left for the other person’s retrieval. With your permission may we persuade Ramirez to our cause?”
The figure on the screen looked forward and the ghostly image unnerved Ramirez a moment as he spoke. “Yes, if Ramirez cannot be agreeable then she is a problem. Perhaps persuade her till she agrees to do the job my precious Chloe. Use whatever means necessary to convince her. If for some odd reason she cannot be negotiable by the time you arrive I want her held in our prison till other wise. Record this data as always and continue to do a good job my precious.”
Chloe beamed looking to the screen as well as the rest of the four cloaked figures and saluted to him and when he vanished they all swooned Chloe smiled turned insane looking at Ramirez. “Yes Master!”
Ramirez struggled in her bonds her ankles tied to one end her wrists over her head tied to the side of the table by leather restrains that held her firmly. Chloe hit something on the table and Ramirez felt the small of her back lift till she couldn’t even bend her midsection. There was a bead of sweat on her forehead seeing her stubbornness has cost her a bit with some one who didn’t have the tolerance for insolence. Each cloak figured pulled down their hood eyeing her with lustful grins and clicking of black nails.
Chloe cleared her throat and smiled. “You are honored Ramirez to be one of rare few to be before the Five Divas of Feather. Let me introduce to you my sisters who have raised me since your diabolical torment.”
Gesturing to a woman with spiky red hair and tan skin Ramirez got the impression she was some redneck. “This is Viper, a Melee CQC specialist and trainer of all of Feather. Don’t let her appearance fool you she is rather sweet as you may get to know soon enough.”
Beside Viper was a small quiet Asian woman with a sea green dyed hair with ever a slight smile and emerald eyes that some what took Ramirez’s breathe. “Emerald, our Psycho Analysis and Research and Development Department she will be the one persuading you to join us.”
Chloe moved up to a woman with white silvery hair as long as her body dark brown skin had small flecks of silver she stood quiet and well over six feet. The woman hugged Chloe dearly and spoke. “I am Mamba Chloe’s adopted mother, head of operations and your executioner if you fail to be persuaded.”
Ramirez grinned she wanted to laugh these guys had cheesy spy names and it was just too much that such a group could at least have better codenames or something. Though the quiet one the Albino did not speak her white hair white skin almost gave her an Elven feature her red eyes just stared at Ramirez coldly. “Coral is my name Lady Ramirez a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope you do cooperate I really do not like to use such techniques. I am Feather’s tactical espionage reconnaissance specialist and psychic.”
Chloe stood between Ramirez’s legs smiling hands on her hips. “I have been dubbed code name Asp. Do try to use it while we talk. Otherwise I might have to reprimand you.”
“Break me, beat me, and tickle me. In the end I’ll have you all tied to my racks at home and feathers between your toes.” Ramirez scowled as they took positions.
Chloe found herself starring at the point of complete compulsion she wanted nothing more than to see Ramirez suffer for what she had done to her and her family. Pulling a drawer from the table revealed several tools of the trays from variant brushes, powders, feathers, and various odd self pleasing tools. Ramirez sighed heavily as she knew this was going to be unbearable. Coral took her place at Ramirez’s head and took her hands gently along Ramirez’s ears the slight chill from them tickled and felt and odd sensation as if her mind was tingling. Something was probing her mind and her body convulsed involuntarily till she could sense a feint smile though the girl didn’t at all.
“Seems her sensitivity comes from tickling one spot then getting her second spot to actually break her only then can web begin causing her torment.” Coral looked into Ramirez’s eyes like a snake would as if charming prey as she smiled with a slight giggle. “Ramirez please cooperate with our Master, you could get what you always wanted. I can see how much you want Samantha would it not be easier to comply. I can see a sad poor girl deep inside of you one wanting more than the hurt she has experienced. . . .”
In that moment not only did Ramirez believed she was a psychic but also felt enraged someone easily delved into her most private of secrets and tried biting at Coral’s hands. Viper slugged a heavy fist under Ramirez’s chin before taking Coral in one arm defensively. Emerald sighed and stood at the foot of the table and began to slowly flex her fingers. One left hand stroke Ramirez’s left arch as the other scratched between her right foot’s toes. Ramirez tensed and shuddered stifling a giggle then spat blood from her lip into Emerald’s face.
Emerald shook her head and sighed heavily before her thumbs joined in the fray the flexibility of her fingers were astonishing to Ramirez these people were more than she was in a way but she had her experiences as well. The realities of it were quite simple do the job or continue to suffer. But giving Chloe the gratification of an easy victory egged at Ramirez’s mind as her legs shuddered when Emerald took her soft jade lips to her big toe and suckled. Ramirez grinned some looking at the small orient woman and flexed her toes lovingly before grabbing her tongue with her toes and snapped her nails in them. Emerald groaned in pain holding her mouth before Viper again punched Ramirez hard almost getting knocked out by the weight of the hit.
“I believe Miss Ramirez has no idea the depth of her misery yet, Viper stand behind her and if you would like to handle her sides and underarms it be appreciated. Chloe dear get her thighs and belly, I’ll take her left foot Mamba her right, coral dear I want you to have her realize how dire her situation is” spoke emerald with a slight hiss as she licked the blood from her tongue over her lips and smiled wickedly at Ramirez.
As each person took their positions Ramirez growl and felt the tingles of tickling sensation from her feet as Viper went straight for her breasts tweaking and pulling her nipples in a suggestive way. Chloe etched her nails in the small dips of her thighs and that was enough for Ramirez to throw her head back and laugh. She cursed in Spanish at them and watched as that young woman Coral stick out her tongue and her hands slid slowly under Ramirez’s knees and she again felt that odd sensation but this time every nerve in her body felt alive she could feel the sensation of tickling ten times more and she began to buckle in her bonds laughing and twisting madly.
Sensual tickling in her most sensitive areas mixed arousal and tickling beads of sweat forming as time seem to slow for Ramirez every sensation felt like hours of tickling. The cracks in her mind seem to be probed and penetrated as if something was fingering through her minds worst moments of tickling. Samantha’s image appeared before her and that damnable smile of hers holding that feather stroking her womanhood softly. What was happening to her everything swam with images of Samantha and her torturers as if nothing seem real or distant. Her head lulled one way or another and she could hear herself laughing insanely that couldn’t be her she sound like she had abandoned herself like some wailing soul.
Everything stirred about like a cauldron swirling mist and she stared out at her captors. They stood before her with a smug smile on each of them and seem to converse with each other. Viper licked her lips and gave Ramirez’s nipples soft pinches as Emerald approached massaging her feet accepting the small respite and comfort. She had no idea what just happened. What felt like eternity suddenly felt like five minutes of the most extreme tickling session in her life? It was all convoluted with images of Samantha, her insane laughing, and her tormentors. She couldn’t tell if that was an hour or five minutes and she stared at them confused.
Emerald grinned looking at Ramirez covered in sweat and ran her nails between her toes causing the small Spanish woman to laugh again with out restraint. “You are wandering what we did aren’t you?”
Ramirez laughed every nerve felt overly sensitive now her nails felt like they were going to tear and saw off her toes but the tickling sensation was the worst she ever felt. “Yes hahahahaa.”
Chloe with a coy smiled took out a pair of feathers and caress them on Ramirez’s breast causing them to bounce as her head turned side to side. “The spray contained the chemical compound Feather a special drug that induces high nerve reaction. Depending on the serum it can serve multiple purposes. For you it heightens your nerve’s sensitivity and reactions. Can you believe it was only three minutes of tickling for you?”
“No!” Ramirez shouted before falling into hysterics again as Chloe stroke her nipples every so slowly and softly feeling each fiber of each tendril of the black feather’s harassing her nipples. “T-those images. . . hehehe not that oh god not there Chloe!”
Ramirez’s nipples began to ache and throb only mere seconds and already she felt them pounding against their ends. She eyed Coral again who walked up menacingly to her and placed her small pale hands holding Ramirez’s breasts the firm shaped of them trembled at her touch as suddenly the end of her nipples throbbing intensified each stroke made the blood beating through them louder. Tripling her effort to shake the little menace’s hands of her breasts Ramirez literally screamed as Emerald stroke her woman hood softly with a stiff owl’s feather.
Three minutes and she was already in hysterical laughter pleading to god and yelling in Spanish shaking and quivering. When the same sensation delving into the crack of her mind entered she felt a sudden growth in the flame of her loins. What she expected to be a long set of tickle tortured hours was being done in minutes. Emerald stroke between her legs the soft tan lips moistening and peeling back exposing the soft pink flesh inside which Emerald greedily stroke causing Ramirez’s ass to lift from the seat only slightly. Mamba and Viper joined stroking the same black feather as Chloe along her soft tan soles forcing her toes to curl and the soles to crease.
Coral’s hands slid along her body away from Ramirez’s breast that glow a soft blush the dark brown nipples seem over stimulated. As the albino’s little nails caressed Ramirez’s abs she screamed bloody laughter her head tossing side to side as her hips began to grind against Emerald’s advances. Whatever they gave her and that little girl seem to work her over as she could feel each nerve from each caress growing more and more sensitive. Ramirez’s eyes widen seeing she was sliding her fingers to her belly button and with the softest of touches caused the Spanish mistress to howl in full guttural laughter it was like some one zapped her belly button with a lightning bolt and she howled insanely for fifteen second breathing hard and heaving.
Softly Coral’s finger began to rub her clit the most sensitive nerve ending on a woman’s arousal point. Ramirez grunted and moaned in mere moments she felt the escalating climb of an orgasm then the finger would be gone and her poor bud would throb for a few seconds Emerald then teasing the engorged clit with a feather cooling her down to laughter. Then again the wicked kid smiled unnervingly at her and pressed her love button again. It was like Ramirez’s personal self destruct button for five seconds she would feel the most sensual arousalment in her life then gone down to normal after it was removed. Ramirez began to try to push her hips to the feather pressing against it her body betraying her with out shame. Coral walked away to a stool and the four women continued their administrating treatment.
Chloe and Viper were fighting with their feathers on Ramirez’s right nipple forcing her nerves undecidedly which was worst as they moved one way and the other before each woman took a nipple to their soft lips and nibbled. Emerald and Mamba slowly began licking her tender soles and Ramirez felt herself nearing that gate her eyes staring to a white light before it all suddenly stop her body tensing and then shaking in her restraints realizing they were doing the denial bit.
“Tsk tsk Ramirez it has only been seventeen minutes. But with Feather to you it might have been seventeen hours. This variant is mostly used for interrogations and punishment. Trust me we all sympathize with your ordeal having gone through it as well. Now I’m giving you the option to do our Master’s bidding or you will go a whole hour of this. Coral’s nifty little ability will make it feel like a hundred days while preserving your sanity. How does that make you feel?” Chloe laughed softly the back of her hand aside her mouth.
Ramirez eyed Chloe for a moment and then the others she had tolerated worst fates than this and even more tickle sessions than one could imagine. Yet whatever this Feather drug and that evil girl caused her made it feel like hours were really mere minutes. It must be some sort of psychotherapy mixed in with the drug like some suggestion. They wanted Samantha, she wanted Samantha, and all she had to do was play lap dog to some maniacal maniac again. “Tear out your throat and will call it a deal.”
Chloe shook her head and the girls gathered around her again to her upper body and leaned over fifty long nails reaching over. Ramirez’s laughter and screams filled the room as her breasts suffered an assault unimagined. As much as she could bare it this was too much and she screamed flailing her toes as twenty-five fingers harassed a nipple her love juices exploding from between her legs but it didn’t stop it never stopped.
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Rose groaned as her arms were stretched to her side her head held and restrained in some device. Her upper body laid against a slightly slanted table her breasts in small pockets which were being massaged by some device. She was kneeling on some leather cushion that interlocked with other cushions restring the movement of her bent knees. She giggled against the doggie bone leather gag and sighed heavily as that damnable feather stroking between her woman hood and ass taunted her. Exhaustion in two hours was enough she gave them her name and that she was a freelance mercenary. But they still needed her login password and the virus password in order to stop what was being done. Dagger held a rather sour expression starring at her as two of those black cloaked figures were scratching her arches.
With a raise of her hand the feather between her ass stopped and Rose slumped as much as she could though they never stopped tickling her feet which were locked in individual stocks. Dagger leaned up against her back resting and elbow uncomfortable on a shoulder blade and smiled. “Two more hours can you last two more hours knowing when that time goes up you’re good as dead?”
Rose mulled under her gag taking what little reprieve to catch her breathe. It would take a bit more than this to get her to give out the pass codes. “Pike off.”
Dagger tsk and scratched her nails along Rose’s back the older woman seem to shudder at the soft gentle finger tracing all the way to her butt then made little circles on her ass. She motioned the others to bring something. It was a black leather device with two protruding nubs. With a little force Rose felt the penetration of her lower extremities and groaned as it was fasten to her hips. Dagger pulled a chair in front of Rose and held the remote and motioned again for the girls to tickle Rose’s feet which were a sharp pink. Rose laughed again letting it all go then felt slight vibrations and found out what Dagger was going to do. As much as she could squirm this was going to take toll as the women at her feet took long feathers between her toes.
Rose was melting down again there was only so much extreme she could take but she was a veteran in this and they were rushing. They needed her alive regardless what Dagger said and Dagger knew it as she turned the knob and the settings got higher the loud buzzing sound between Rose’s center caused her to stretch against her bonds. Hips grinding she felt she was going to lose consciousness again knowing very little could be done to stop this. Shocked Rose’s eyes bulged from their sockets as the second knob set with in her rear entrance buzzed and squirmed uncomfortably struggling more now in her bondage. This wasn’t just torture it was humiliation now as she struggled. But more came as her breasts were suddenly massaged by a soft velvet fabric by that damnable machine she was in. Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head and when she felt the verge of unconsciousness it all stop the tickling of her feet resumed. And she sighed to her fate knowing until that program ran all the way no one was saving her any time soon.
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Dane scratched his head as they all stood in his basement wondering how this all happened. They finally got back after a long exhausting drive on one ATV as the second’s engine was damaged some how through the blast dyeing mid way through the trip. It was the most uncomfortable ride in the name of road trips as five people sat on one ATV. Dane was a wee bit embarrassed having to show Ross his little fetish collection since he had banned anyone going to his basement but Angela insisted he open it on the pain sake she put him in one of his little devices. Ross and Samantha just stared at the odd torture room or Bondage Hall he called it both looking slack jawed and too tired to argue. Angela with Dane’s help had strap the unconscious Elena to what he call the Standing Bull a leathered up gussied sawhorse with one little horn in the center. Elena’s arms hung over her head attach to some cord with cuffs on d-ring knees bent soles facing upward on a saddle naked.
Ross and Samantha let them have their fun since Samantha had to report in on the mission and their next set of actions. Dane looked to Angie who had spit fire and rattle snakes written all over her and waited for Elena to wake up having showered and got a change of a good pair of jeans and one of Dane’s T-shirts. Dane stood there leaning on the wall a tooth pick between his lips arms crossed remaining silent. He knew of all things when Angie was bringing the pain you don’t get between The Bunny and her carrot. It became rather nasty as Elena did wake up cursing and speaking of her rights as a foreign visitor. God Dane love being an American nothing satisfied him more in the freedoms we fought and cherish.
Elena blushed as she found where the little horn was and Angie just grinned holding the little remote in her hands and each time Miss Elena cursed she got a nice little reward. Angela left the setting on low and looked into Dane’s closet and felt somewhat embarrassed she remembered where all their fun time stash was. Occasionally Ross come down looked appalled and go back up and say something to Storm that they were still playing the playboy channel. Clearing his throat Dane watched as Angela stroke two feathers against them pink nipples of that Russian and man did she squeal was the cutest thing shame she was the enemy Dane thought Miss Elena was a nice girl.
Dane cursed as he rushed over to Angela pulling her off of Elena nearly torturing the girl to insanity with the settings on high and raking her nails against her soles for five minutes. Angela was kicking up a storm cursing man was she hot when she was fiery. Poor Miss Elena seemed to resist then just melted loving every minute babbling this here about Feather and was talking about how she was undercover for her country to exploit the kernel. Dane let Angela go who huffed and commented on him to let her do her job and for once Dane saw a side of her he ain’t never knew. A professional side to the little loose bunny and shrugged and leaned back on the wall.
As Elena whimpered Angela motioned Dane to come over and massage her feet with some oil and he obliged sitting down. Elena just stared at him with those eyes of lust just loving how gentle and strong his hands were but she soon found out he liked a little playful tickling and pouted as she spoke to him about her country and he of his occasionally getting into some patriotic issues between the two nations. Angela sighed as she recorded and log the information sending it to HQ and asking for a pick up. She watched Dane and her toes curled on the floor some what annoyed he was getting chatty with Elena who nearly tortured her and Samantha to death. Then again she wouldn’t mind him massaging her feet right now and with her foot pushed him aside and removed a plastic hair brush. Elena’s eyes went wide as she then cackle and shuddered in her restraints praying to god they would stop soon.
Authors note: Sorry folks real life work and school got my hands tied, getting my life in order so the stories are pumping slow but are being worked on. Here is a brief game plan. After Ch.7 which is already made Ch.8 and Ch.9 are story boarded meaning still in development phase since I lack the time too produce these quickly compare to a short story there might be small one shot drabbles in between. Feed back is always awesome and please no requests I'm strictly working on Cloak and Feather however recommendations to the current story are welcome and keep them simple can't be hitting left field. As per demand Ch.8 and ch9 consist mostly of Samantha and Torture this however is a big project so drool for awhile it'll get done soon... I hope.... *needs more dew and smokes*
Cold the white room came fuzzy to Ramirez’s vision as she stirred awake from some narcotic used to pacify her. When she was taken off the helicopter she retaliated the moment she was freed but that damnable woman Chloe sprayed her with something. Trying to get up Ramirez groaned finding herself tied to some odd white velvet cushion table and worst off her Latina body was naked. The cool air just made her skin goose bump and her nipples erect she was thankful she shaved her self to a low trim down there this morning. Glancing about the room she discerned everything was a sickingly variation of white even her shackles and above her a large flat screen face off with her. The air itself was cool most likely from an air vent nearby but oddly she felt a slight ringing in her ear suggesting maybe they were on some kind of plane in a higher altitude
When it came to life a man dressed in a white tuxedo, top hat, monocle with a white latex mask over his face looked at her. There was no way to discern his face or eyes as they too seem covered and he looked at her directly some stupid head figure was wasting their time with her and it annoyed her to no end. The man received a clipboard and looked it over before looking back at Ramirez. When he spoke it was charismatic, professional, almost as if every word he spoke was a command she had to obey.
“Ah Senora Ramirez I have heard many great things about you. Yet you yourself are neither an agent nor spy. Says here you began as simple cop who went badly whose interrogations services grew under a Mr. Chavez. Hmmm you have a good success rate. I’m inquiring about a certain job however you see I am a man who requires total obedience, loyalty, and above all willingness. You happen to stumble across some one yes a Miss Samantha Storm?” said the voice on the screen looking at her.
Ramirez cursed in Spanish her tight done hair now cascade to her right as she looked away. “Go ahead and torture me, I will get Samantha on my own I do not need some one else now to tell me what to do.”
The man’s voice tsk as he switched his legs crossing them again. “I am Mr. S I would like to give you the opportunity of getting your much wanted revenge of Samantha Storm. She has something I want and I do not see why we cannot share?”
Ramirez frowned and scowled at the screen. “Then why capture me! Why do all this to humiliate me you idiot!”
Mr. S would shake his head and tsk. “So young, so brash, so violent you really should smile more Miss Ramirez. I am giving you an opportunity to capture, interrogate, and money to capture the one person you want most. The one being that has turned your life upside down? Should I read how many times you two squared off and she left you laughing like an idiot as you so put the words to me?”
“You haven’t answered my question.” Ramirez said flatly.
“Yes well you see your torment is on my employee’s side. Not mine I merely asked for your retrieval. But no matter you will be a guest to my humble enterprise shortly. I need your help and this is only something I believe you can do but if you wish me to recite that cliché phrase. We have ways of making you cooperate.” Said Mr. S as he snaps his fingers four hooded black cloak figures entered the room Chloe was there smug smile looking at Ramirez.
They all gathered around her and Chloe looked up at the screen. “Master Edmond has left for the other person’s retrieval. With your permission may we persuade Ramirez to our cause?”
The figure on the screen looked forward and the ghostly image unnerved Ramirez a moment as he spoke. “Yes, if Ramirez cannot be agreeable then she is a problem. Perhaps persuade her till she agrees to do the job my precious Chloe. Use whatever means necessary to convince her. If for some odd reason she cannot be negotiable by the time you arrive I want her held in our prison till other wise. Record this data as always and continue to do a good job my precious.”
Chloe beamed looking to the screen as well as the rest of the four cloaked figures and saluted to him and when he vanished they all swooned Chloe smiled turned insane looking at Ramirez. “Yes Master!”
Ramirez struggled in her bonds her ankles tied to one end her wrists over her head tied to the side of the table by leather restrains that held her firmly. Chloe hit something on the table and Ramirez felt the small of her back lift till she couldn’t even bend her midsection. There was a bead of sweat on her forehead seeing her stubbornness has cost her a bit with some one who didn’t have the tolerance for insolence. Each cloak figured pulled down their hood eyeing her with lustful grins and clicking of black nails.
Chloe cleared her throat and smiled. “You are honored Ramirez to be one of rare few to be before the Five Divas of Feather. Let me introduce to you my sisters who have raised me since your diabolical torment.”
Gesturing to a woman with spiky red hair and tan skin Ramirez got the impression she was some redneck. “This is Viper, a Melee CQC specialist and trainer of all of Feather. Don’t let her appearance fool you she is rather sweet as you may get to know soon enough.”
Beside Viper was a small quiet Asian woman with a sea green dyed hair with ever a slight smile and emerald eyes that some what took Ramirez’s breathe. “Emerald, our Psycho Analysis and Research and Development Department she will be the one persuading you to join us.”
Chloe moved up to a woman with white silvery hair as long as her body dark brown skin had small flecks of silver she stood quiet and well over six feet. The woman hugged Chloe dearly and spoke. “I am Mamba Chloe’s adopted mother, head of operations and your executioner if you fail to be persuaded.”
Ramirez grinned she wanted to laugh these guys had cheesy spy names and it was just too much that such a group could at least have better codenames or something. Though the quiet one the Albino did not speak her white hair white skin almost gave her an Elven feature her red eyes just stared at Ramirez coldly. “Coral is my name Lady Ramirez a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I hope you do cooperate I really do not like to use such techniques. I am Feather’s tactical espionage reconnaissance specialist and psychic.”
Chloe stood between Ramirez’s legs smiling hands on her hips. “I have been dubbed code name Asp. Do try to use it while we talk. Otherwise I might have to reprimand you.”
“Break me, beat me, and tickle me. In the end I’ll have you all tied to my racks at home and feathers between your toes.” Ramirez scowled as they took positions.
Chloe found herself starring at the point of complete compulsion she wanted nothing more than to see Ramirez suffer for what she had done to her and her family. Pulling a drawer from the table revealed several tools of the trays from variant brushes, powders, feathers, and various odd self pleasing tools. Ramirez sighed heavily as she knew this was going to be unbearable. Coral took her place at Ramirez’s head and took her hands gently along Ramirez’s ears the slight chill from them tickled and felt and odd sensation as if her mind was tingling. Something was probing her mind and her body convulsed involuntarily till she could sense a feint smile though the girl didn’t at all.
“Seems her sensitivity comes from tickling one spot then getting her second spot to actually break her only then can web begin causing her torment.” Coral looked into Ramirez’s eyes like a snake would as if charming prey as she smiled with a slight giggle. “Ramirez please cooperate with our Master, you could get what you always wanted. I can see how much you want Samantha would it not be easier to comply. I can see a sad poor girl deep inside of you one wanting more than the hurt she has experienced. . . .”
In that moment not only did Ramirez believed she was a psychic but also felt enraged someone easily delved into her most private of secrets and tried biting at Coral’s hands. Viper slugged a heavy fist under Ramirez’s chin before taking Coral in one arm defensively. Emerald sighed and stood at the foot of the table and began to slowly flex her fingers. One left hand stroke Ramirez’s left arch as the other scratched between her right foot’s toes. Ramirez tensed and shuddered stifling a giggle then spat blood from her lip into Emerald’s face.
Emerald shook her head and sighed heavily before her thumbs joined in the fray the flexibility of her fingers were astonishing to Ramirez these people were more than she was in a way but she had her experiences as well. The realities of it were quite simple do the job or continue to suffer. But giving Chloe the gratification of an easy victory egged at Ramirez’s mind as her legs shuddered when Emerald took her soft jade lips to her big toe and suckled. Ramirez grinned some looking at the small orient woman and flexed her toes lovingly before grabbing her tongue with her toes and snapped her nails in them. Emerald groaned in pain holding her mouth before Viper again punched Ramirez hard almost getting knocked out by the weight of the hit.
“I believe Miss Ramirez has no idea the depth of her misery yet, Viper stand behind her and if you would like to handle her sides and underarms it be appreciated. Chloe dear get her thighs and belly, I’ll take her left foot Mamba her right, coral dear I want you to have her realize how dire her situation is” spoke emerald with a slight hiss as she licked the blood from her tongue over her lips and smiled wickedly at Ramirez.
As each person took their positions Ramirez growl and felt the tingles of tickling sensation from her feet as Viper went straight for her breasts tweaking and pulling her nipples in a suggestive way. Chloe etched her nails in the small dips of her thighs and that was enough for Ramirez to throw her head back and laugh. She cursed in Spanish at them and watched as that young woman Coral stick out her tongue and her hands slid slowly under Ramirez’s knees and she again felt that odd sensation but this time every nerve in her body felt alive she could feel the sensation of tickling ten times more and she began to buckle in her bonds laughing and twisting madly.
Sensual tickling in her most sensitive areas mixed arousal and tickling beads of sweat forming as time seem to slow for Ramirez every sensation felt like hours of tickling. The cracks in her mind seem to be probed and penetrated as if something was fingering through her minds worst moments of tickling. Samantha’s image appeared before her and that damnable smile of hers holding that feather stroking her womanhood softly. What was happening to her everything swam with images of Samantha and her torturers as if nothing seem real or distant. Her head lulled one way or another and she could hear herself laughing insanely that couldn’t be her she sound like she had abandoned herself like some wailing soul.
Everything stirred about like a cauldron swirling mist and she stared out at her captors. They stood before her with a smug smile on each of them and seem to converse with each other. Viper licked her lips and gave Ramirez’s nipples soft pinches as Emerald approached massaging her feet accepting the small respite and comfort. She had no idea what just happened. What felt like eternity suddenly felt like five minutes of the most extreme tickling session in her life? It was all convoluted with images of Samantha, her insane laughing, and her tormentors. She couldn’t tell if that was an hour or five minutes and she stared at them confused.
Emerald grinned looking at Ramirez covered in sweat and ran her nails between her toes causing the small Spanish woman to laugh again with out restraint. “You are wandering what we did aren’t you?”
Ramirez laughed every nerve felt overly sensitive now her nails felt like they were going to tear and saw off her toes but the tickling sensation was the worst she ever felt. “Yes hahahahaa.”
Chloe with a coy smiled took out a pair of feathers and caress them on Ramirez’s breast causing them to bounce as her head turned side to side. “The spray contained the chemical compound Feather a special drug that induces high nerve reaction. Depending on the serum it can serve multiple purposes. For you it heightens your nerve’s sensitivity and reactions. Can you believe it was only three minutes of tickling for you?”
“No!” Ramirez shouted before falling into hysterics again as Chloe stroke her nipples every so slowly and softly feeling each fiber of each tendril of the black feather’s harassing her nipples. “T-those images. . . hehehe not that oh god not there Chloe!”
Ramirez’s nipples began to ache and throb only mere seconds and already she felt them pounding against their ends. She eyed Coral again who walked up menacingly to her and placed her small pale hands holding Ramirez’s breasts the firm shaped of them trembled at her touch as suddenly the end of her nipples throbbing intensified each stroke made the blood beating through them louder. Tripling her effort to shake the little menace’s hands of her breasts Ramirez literally screamed as Emerald stroke her woman hood softly with a stiff owl’s feather.
Three minutes and she was already in hysterical laughter pleading to god and yelling in Spanish shaking and quivering. When the same sensation delving into the crack of her mind entered she felt a sudden growth in the flame of her loins. What she expected to be a long set of tickle tortured hours was being done in minutes. Emerald stroke between her legs the soft tan lips moistening and peeling back exposing the soft pink flesh inside which Emerald greedily stroke causing Ramirez’s ass to lift from the seat only slightly. Mamba and Viper joined stroking the same black feather as Chloe along her soft tan soles forcing her toes to curl and the soles to crease.
Coral’s hands slid along her body away from Ramirez’s breast that glow a soft blush the dark brown nipples seem over stimulated. As the albino’s little nails caressed Ramirez’s abs she screamed bloody laughter her head tossing side to side as her hips began to grind against Emerald’s advances. Whatever they gave her and that little girl seem to work her over as she could feel each nerve from each caress growing more and more sensitive. Ramirez’s eyes widen seeing she was sliding her fingers to her belly button and with the softest of touches caused the Spanish mistress to howl in full guttural laughter it was like some one zapped her belly button with a lightning bolt and she howled insanely for fifteen second breathing hard and heaving.
Softly Coral’s finger began to rub her clit the most sensitive nerve ending on a woman’s arousal point. Ramirez grunted and moaned in mere moments she felt the escalating climb of an orgasm then the finger would be gone and her poor bud would throb for a few seconds Emerald then teasing the engorged clit with a feather cooling her down to laughter. Then again the wicked kid smiled unnervingly at her and pressed her love button again. It was like Ramirez’s personal self destruct button for five seconds she would feel the most sensual arousalment in her life then gone down to normal after it was removed. Ramirez began to try to push her hips to the feather pressing against it her body betraying her with out shame. Coral walked away to a stool and the four women continued their administrating treatment.
Chloe and Viper were fighting with their feathers on Ramirez’s right nipple forcing her nerves undecidedly which was worst as they moved one way and the other before each woman took a nipple to their soft lips and nibbled. Emerald and Mamba slowly began licking her tender soles and Ramirez felt herself nearing that gate her eyes staring to a white light before it all suddenly stop her body tensing and then shaking in her restraints realizing they were doing the denial bit.
“Tsk tsk Ramirez it has only been seventeen minutes. But with Feather to you it might have been seventeen hours. This variant is mostly used for interrogations and punishment. Trust me we all sympathize with your ordeal having gone through it as well. Now I’m giving you the option to do our Master’s bidding or you will go a whole hour of this. Coral’s nifty little ability will make it feel like a hundred days while preserving your sanity. How does that make you feel?” Chloe laughed softly the back of her hand aside her mouth.
Ramirez eyed Chloe for a moment and then the others she had tolerated worst fates than this and even more tickle sessions than one could imagine. Yet whatever this Feather drug and that evil girl caused her made it feel like hours were really mere minutes. It must be some sort of psychotherapy mixed in with the drug like some suggestion. They wanted Samantha, she wanted Samantha, and all she had to do was play lap dog to some maniacal maniac again. “Tear out your throat and will call it a deal.”
Chloe shook her head and the girls gathered around her again to her upper body and leaned over fifty long nails reaching over. Ramirez’s laughter and screams filled the room as her breasts suffered an assault unimagined. As much as she could bare it this was too much and she screamed flailing her toes as twenty-five fingers harassed a nipple her love juices exploding from between her legs but it didn’t stop it never stopped.
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Rose groaned as her arms were stretched to her side her head held and restrained in some device. Her upper body laid against a slightly slanted table her breasts in small pockets which were being massaged by some device. She was kneeling on some leather cushion that interlocked with other cushions restring the movement of her bent knees. She giggled against the doggie bone leather gag and sighed heavily as that damnable feather stroking between her woman hood and ass taunted her. Exhaustion in two hours was enough she gave them her name and that she was a freelance mercenary. But they still needed her login password and the virus password in order to stop what was being done. Dagger held a rather sour expression starring at her as two of those black cloaked figures were scratching her arches.
With a raise of her hand the feather between her ass stopped and Rose slumped as much as she could though they never stopped tickling her feet which were locked in individual stocks. Dagger leaned up against her back resting and elbow uncomfortable on a shoulder blade and smiled. “Two more hours can you last two more hours knowing when that time goes up you’re good as dead?”
Rose mulled under her gag taking what little reprieve to catch her breathe. It would take a bit more than this to get her to give out the pass codes. “Pike off.”
Dagger tsk and scratched her nails along Rose’s back the older woman seem to shudder at the soft gentle finger tracing all the way to her butt then made little circles on her ass. She motioned the others to bring something. It was a black leather device with two protruding nubs. With a little force Rose felt the penetration of her lower extremities and groaned as it was fasten to her hips. Dagger pulled a chair in front of Rose and held the remote and motioned again for the girls to tickle Rose’s feet which were a sharp pink. Rose laughed again letting it all go then felt slight vibrations and found out what Dagger was going to do. As much as she could squirm this was going to take toll as the women at her feet took long feathers between her toes.
Rose was melting down again there was only so much extreme she could take but she was a veteran in this and they were rushing. They needed her alive regardless what Dagger said and Dagger knew it as she turned the knob and the settings got higher the loud buzzing sound between Rose’s center caused her to stretch against her bonds. Hips grinding she felt she was going to lose consciousness again knowing very little could be done to stop this. Shocked Rose’s eyes bulged from their sockets as the second knob set with in her rear entrance buzzed and squirmed uncomfortably struggling more now in her bondage. This wasn’t just torture it was humiliation now as she struggled. But more came as her breasts were suddenly massaged by a soft velvet fabric by that damnable machine she was in. Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head and when she felt the verge of unconsciousness it all stop the tickling of her feet resumed. And she sighed to her fate knowing until that program ran all the way no one was saving her any time soon.
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Dane scratched his head as they all stood in his basement wondering how this all happened. They finally got back after a long exhausting drive on one ATV as the second’s engine was damaged some how through the blast dyeing mid way through the trip. It was the most uncomfortable ride in the name of road trips as five people sat on one ATV. Dane was a wee bit embarrassed having to show Ross his little fetish collection since he had banned anyone going to his basement but Angela insisted he open it on the pain sake she put him in one of his little devices. Ross and Samantha just stared at the odd torture room or Bondage Hall he called it both looking slack jawed and too tired to argue. Angela with Dane’s help had strap the unconscious Elena to what he call the Standing Bull a leathered up gussied sawhorse with one little horn in the center. Elena’s arms hung over her head attach to some cord with cuffs on d-ring knees bent soles facing upward on a saddle naked.
Ross and Samantha let them have their fun since Samantha had to report in on the mission and their next set of actions. Dane looked to Angie who had spit fire and rattle snakes written all over her and waited for Elena to wake up having showered and got a change of a good pair of jeans and one of Dane’s T-shirts. Dane stood there leaning on the wall a tooth pick between his lips arms crossed remaining silent. He knew of all things when Angie was bringing the pain you don’t get between The Bunny and her carrot. It became rather nasty as Elena did wake up cursing and speaking of her rights as a foreign visitor. God Dane love being an American nothing satisfied him more in the freedoms we fought and cherish.
Elena blushed as she found where the little horn was and Angie just grinned holding the little remote in her hands and each time Miss Elena cursed she got a nice little reward. Angela left the setting on low and looked into Dane’s closet and felt somewhat embarrassed she remembered where all their fun time stash was. Occasionally Ross come down looked appalled and go back up and say something to Storm that they were still playing the playboy channel. Clearing his throat Dane watched as Angela stroke two feathers against them pink nipples of that Russian and man did she squeal was the cutest thing shame she was the enemy Dane thought Miss Elena was a nice girl.
Dane cursed as he rushed over to Angela pulling her off of Elena nearly torturing the girl to insanity with the settings on high and raking her nails against her soles for five minutes. Angela was kicking up a storm cursing man was she hot when she was fiery. Poor Miss Elena seemed to resist then just melted loving every minute babbling this here about Feather and was talking about how she was undercover for her country to exploit the kernel. Dane let Angela go who huffed and commented on him to let her do her job and for once Dane saw a side of her he ain’t never knew. A professional side to the little loose bunny and shrugged and leaned back on the wall.
As Elena whimpered Angela motioned Dane to come over and massage her feet with some oil and he obliged sitting down. Elena just stared at him with those eyes of lust just loving how gentle and strong his hands were but she soon found out he liked a little playful tickling and pouted as she spoke to him about her country and he of his occasionally getting into some patriotic issues between the two nations. Angela sighed as she recorded and log the information sending it to HQ and asking for a pick up. She watched Dane and her toes curled on the floor some what annoyed he was getting chatty with Elena who nearly tortured her and Samantha to death. Then again she wouldn’t mind him massaging her feet right now and with her foot pushed him aside and removed a plastic hair brush. Elena’s eyes went wide as she then cackle and shuddered in her restraints praying to god they would stop soon.
Authors note: Sorry folks real life work and school got my hands tied, getting my life in order so the stories are pumping slow but are being worked on. Here is a brief game plan. After Ch.7 which is already made Ch.8 and Ch.9 are story boarded meaning still in development phase since I lack the time too produce these quickly compare to a short story there might be small one shot drabbles in between. Feed back is always awesome and please no requests I'm strictly working on Cloak and Feather however recommendations to the current story are welcome and keep them simple can't be hitting left field. As per demand Ch.8 and ch9 consist mostly of Samantha and Torture this however is a big project so drool for awhile it'll get done soon... I hope.... *needs more dew and smokes*
