All right Chapter sEven and a recap section we are 6/ch's in and meeting twoards the half way point. I apologize for the late posting but I have been snagged in rl and well going through tough times. I found myself in a mood for vengeance and a apth of new discovery.... But i'm sure few here care of that. Back to the story and its recaps.
Ch.1
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=167928&highlight=Cloak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy
Ch.2
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=168434&highlight=Cloak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy
Ch.3
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=168435&highlight=Cloak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy
Ch.4
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=169471&highlight=Cloak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy
Ch.5
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...loak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy#post2529127
Ch.6
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...loak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy#post2575181
Ch.7
Night over the outskirts of town where Dane and Ross lived Angela and Dane were still downstairs interrogating Elena for more information on Feather. Ross had resided upstairs not much into the interrogating of women let alone hearing that woman laugh was like bad porn. Samantha occupied herself with refitting herself and equipment. She still had her shoes off walking bare foot and looked to him. There was no way for her to say it but they saved her bacon out there even though Ross did come to get his share of the glory. What did bother Samantha and him whom they agreed on ever was making and distributing this drug didn’t want any leak of it. Elena was their best lead and ironically she would have to be protected. As always she refused and Samantha did get her payback alone downstairs with her.
With a smug look she remembered how Elena squealed when her nipples were feathered. Some times the sense of having power over your opponent was over exhilarating how they cringe each time you draw a soft sensation on their skin. But then she too had experience what they had and knew fully well what tickle torture meant. Ross was quiet on the other side of the couch now and he sat with just a tank top and his bottoms still on that oversized Desert Eagle and a Jackal on his back. Clasping his hands he let out a held in sigh and looked to Samantha.
“Listen Storm I want to say thanks for letting us be apart of this and not ratting us out.” He said gratefully towards her.
Storm smirked as she finished the assembly of a Sigpro pistol and set it down she continued on assembling a .45 Smith and Weston. “Well I’ll fill in something in our report in how we escaped just don’t mention we interrogated the suspect in your basement.”
Ross chuckled then Samantha he got up to go to the chicken and ask if she wanted anything to eat and/or drink. She made a suggestion to surprise her and he came back with some tuna fish sandwiches and grape soda. He set two glasses filled her a cup and she took the sandwich and made a large bite as she finish putting together the smith and Weston and begin checking each gun was assembled correctly and balanced. After a moment it was quiet between them and Samantha having skill as both a spy and many social events at work started the conversation.
“So you like firearms? Guys made quite the riot out there. What were you using?” Samantha asked taking the glass delicately between her thumb and fore finger and sipped.
Boyish grin Ross leaned back taking another bite from his sandwich. “Modified Mp5. Used some custom rounds sadly didn’t get to use them but the Monster Truck with the Winnebago horn caught a lot of attention.”
Samantha giggled slightly thinking of the image of these guys riding such a thing to their rescue and probably got the boys she took down all shaken up again after they came in with ATV at their front door. “Got to say you guys know how to party.”
“Damn straight Storm so let me ask you this. The Lightning bolt belt what’s it for?” saying this Ross set his things down waiting for an answer.
Samantha grinned and pulled her feet up hugging her knees. “Makes me feel like a superhero you understand wanting to stop the bad guys and save the day? Its like my good luck charms.”
Ross nodded and she never really noticed but with his shirt off his whole left arm was tattooed. “In some Celtic tribes tribal tattoos were worn as symbols of power and honor. You bare the lightning bolt a fearsome weapon of gods and retribution.”
“You make me sound like some warrior goddess.” Samantha told him as she pushed back a strand of hair blushing.
“A beautiful Goddess of War with the emblems and tools of battle.” Ross teased flexing his muscles at her.
Samantha would grin turning red slightly she kind of liked his approach and pointed out to his left arm. “Why such a large Tattoo on your left arm Ross what does your stand for?”
Ross looked down as if gazing back to something and smiled softly. “When I was younger I was you know a good kid but the real world can be cruel. I got involved into street fighting and a girl changed my life. I got this a long time ago after her a coil of bands, rings, means eternity and they gather all the way to my left hand to a dragon and dragons have many meanings. Call them for power or wisdom they symbolize the forces at work.”
Samantha nodded her approval and blinked as he leaned over and took her knees onto his lap. Ready to protest Samantha practically melted and lay back against the couch as his thumbs pressed away the tension in her sole and lay back. Ross continued to smooth out the knots he found as well as the small beads of muscles trembled. Samantha just hoped he didn’t tickle or Ross would find her heel giving him his newest black eye. Samantha yawned and then purred softly as she reached to the back of her neck stretching her elbows up her back curling and trembling getting comfortable on the couch as she wiggled her toes.
“Do you always pamper your girls on their second date?” Samantha grinned she wasn’t passing up a free foot massage at all god knew she deserved it down the line.
Ross grinned and got a particular knot in her arch and she winced then let out a soft moan. “Only to the women I like on my first date.”
Soft moans escape Samantha as her tortured soles received the pampering she longed desired after a rough day and blushed in surprise as he used his hands to raise her legs to turn her over and Samantha moved with it and found her stomach on his lap blushing more as he traced his fingers along her pants calves then felt the warm hands massage her lower back and she hugged that seat cushion for dear life as she let out a soft moan. Samantha was just going to die this was too much too fast usually she was the one in control but for once to not be was exciting her and as he got her lower back she couldn’t help rubbing her abs against his lap. Ross kind of jumped and blinked blushing at her and she looked back with a rather sultry pose lifting her shirt off and lay back down.
As Ross took the invite he leaned over to unclasp her bra and the basement door opened up. Angela and Dane were smiling then looked at them as they looked back and Samantha got up on her knees looking flabbergasted then at Ross and took her shirt walking upstairs. Ross hung his head forward grumbling and just knew it was too good too be true. Dane and Angela looked at each other nervously seeing they just ruined a moment and walked to Ross to explain a few new findings to him Angela knowing Samantha was going to be grumpy as all hell now and she didn’t want to get in that path.
“So you get it right, why its victims are asphyxiated and have huge grins?” Angela explained to Ross.
“Cause it tickles?” Ross asked stumped as he took a large chug from his cup and muttered eating his sandwich.
“Not exactly Mr. Hunter. But somewhat true the drug is a neural pathogen meaning it affects the brain.” Angela recited to him after having to explain to Dane back downstairs.
Ross muttered. “Just Ross Angie and yes I know what drugs do cops do take standardize testing in the information of narcotics.”
Angela huffed and feathered her red hair with her finger nails. “Yah, well Ross it gets complicated. It afflicts the neural receptors in the brain and overloads the receiving ends of those nerves the frying is like a tickling sensation. However our captive explained some of the test data means while no other response other than tickling is received it also leaves them in well vulnerable mental state. The brain then can receive information freely kind of like a backdoor for a computer. I think the drug we been seeing is just the proto-type of the work these past few months.”
Now that got Ross’s attention. “Wait you mean this goes deeper? Like maybe international?”
Dane nodded. “Yah amigo, if what Angie is saying is correct means you got a bunch of blank disks you can feed info and tell them pretty much what you want them to do or think.”
Ross eyes narrowed he held his hands together shaking. “They exploited the narcotics racket to test on people and even kidnap people off the street for subjects?”
Angela sighed Dane had explained to her what had happen to Ross’ ex-wife and knew this is hard for him. “It means had your wife lived she probably wouldn’t have been the same. But the application can be bigger than that. We are talking sleeper agents, brainwashed zombies, you dig?”
Ross nodded and looked to Dane. “So now what, this is bigger than a normal narcotics bust and I don’t think the Captain’s going to let us back on this case.”
Dane nodded his head in agreement and tips his hat. “I know you want to get those bastards Ross but this is like super spy crap. This is way out of our league of intelligence and fire power. I hate to say it but best to leave it to the professionals like Samantha and Angie.”
Nodding his head in silence Ross took a deep breath and rubbed the ring around his neck on the chain. “I’ll tell Samantha I have to apologize anyways for embarrassing her. You guys go back get anything else from that Russian woman.”
“Will do Boss you just avoid getting anymore shinnies yah here?” With that said Dane approach Angela putting an arm around her and began heading towards the basement with her in tow.
*********
Arms crossed Samantha stared out to the night sky. God she felt the heat in her cheeks still embarrassed how her body was moving but damn it was the longest time she was with some one she liked and not doing it in the name of the mission. Her job demanded of her some times to role play with lovers to gain information or subdue a target. As a tactical espionage specialist and spy specialist she had to some times do lewd things to pull targets to a false sense of security. But man Ross was hot she wouldn’t mind if they had a little TNA hell they’re adults if she just wanted to fuck him what would be wrong with that. But she knew what the problem was it be him falling in love with her. She knew above all else love on the battlefield was a dangerous thing a loved one could be exposed to dangers she couldn’t imagine for some one she cared for. She herself disappeared from the face of the earth like many spies. She felt sad for Angela and Dane eventually she will fade from his life or else one day experience that fear we all do when an enemy takes advantage of your loved one.
Tapping her foot she sighed Samantha was out on their flat roof deck it looked like they had hot tub parties up here or at least Dane did. It was after all his house they were hiding out in. Glancing at the moon Samantha’s eyes watered what was this feeling she was having lately. Was she growing tired of this spy life, the tickling, or was it the fact that maybe for once there was something she wanted yet what was it that made her afraid of doing it. Contemplating Samantha’s trained senses heard the crackling of foot steps behind her and smiled. Most likely Ross coming to check on her as she turned her smiled turned to a scowl.
Edmond stood their in a heavy trench coat wearing some kind of armor his hair was placed in a black ribbon tied back the black rose on the right side over his ear hung there. Looking Samantha Storm over already in a fighting stance was something to behold it took everything to not run at her and beat the hell out of her but orders were orders. Letting Ramirez go from her torture wasn’t an option and Edmond be damned if he would allow that woman to capture Samantha Storm. This whole mission was under his authority not The Master or whatever he wanted to call himself.
“Samantha Storm we finally meet.” Edmond spoke coldly as he looked at her in the moonlight.
Samantha kept her hands up watching him closely remaining in a tai-jutsu stance waiting for his approach. “Then introduce yourself if you came all this way to see me.”
Edmond grinned and leaned back thumb in his belt loops and with Cajun accent chuckled out. “I guarantee Miss Storm be no need to know my name. But you and I got some unfinished business.”
“Tch, what are you some goon-flunky out for revenge for his boss. Or did I manage to miss killing a scumbag while working?” and with that retort Samantha’s smile grew wider.
Head bowed down Edmond’s posture changed standing up. “Your so call mission jeopardized the mission of another agent. Yet they didn’t go rescuing her when she was captured. No they rescued their top agent left my poor sister behind. You and Section 7 have a lot of nerve.”
Caught by surprise she looked at him closely. “What do you know about Section 7?”
With that Edmond laughed. “What do I know indeed? Know this you and your organization is in for some rough times ahead. I’ll pay you and they back for what you took from me.”
“I don’t damn well care what it is. But if you’re aiming for a fight you’re a lousy agent.” Samantha said as she stepped closer and wished she had a weapon on her.
Edmond started walking forward towards her and she immediately lunged her foot out with a kick. Edmond felt some force in his chest but his armor took a large amount of the impact and Samantha winced as she bruised her foot taking a step back. Confident Edmond approached her before receiving a hit with one of the folded lawn chairs by her causing him to stumble back. Samantha bolted beside him for the roof door and turned it open before yelping as she was struck in the back feeling her balance go off as paralyzing pain shot up her spine and she fall to a knee.
“Ross!” Samantha shouted before falling to the floor on her side.
Edmond placed his heel to kick her over on her back before stomping Storm on the stomach. “I waited a very long time for this Miss Storm. A very long time and finally you’re going to repay your debt to me with your life for my sisters. The agent you marked as MIA.”
A loud gun shot pierced through the door and grazed through majority of Edmonds right forearm armor special foam and metal flaked into dust his arm bleeding from the graze and stepped back diving behind the roof door case. Ross came out and checked on Storm looking around he had his Jackal out in his hands and turned in the last minute to be stunned punched in the face gun and body flying hard onto the roof. Skidding on his back Ross flipped to his feet and stood there a bit dazed as he readied himself as Edmond again came at him and dodged slowly barely missing contact with the left stun glove.
“Dunno chico who you are but you’re trespassing on my property.” Ross growled as he led back with a few punches of his own.
Coyly Edmond feinted and swung once Ross was in range again and the guy blocked with his right arm and Edmond held the stun trigger before Ross pulled back. “Funny, how Mexicans claim territory when their passing over here constantly.”
That did it for Ross even though his right arm lay limp to his side and he was starting to lose consciousness that hot blood kicked in and he came at Edmond grabbing him by the front of his armor latches and head butted him hard in the forehead. “Guess what? Not Mexican chico I’m Puerto Rican! And you just got an international butt whoop.”
Edmond leaned back holding his nose and found nothing broken but the vessels in his nose and growled eyeing Ross pulling out two metal folding clubs. Skrema style with the folding clubs he was pressing the stung gloves on each contact on Ross delivering targeted pain to certain muscles. Ross was a little out classed in fighting styles other than brute strength and street fighting. As Edmond struck Ross’ temples his vision began to blur as he fell to a knee. Out of nowhere Edmund fell over stumbling dropping the metal folding clubs holding his head as he was just clubbed with a plastic palm tree by Samantha and stood there defending Ross.
“Can you stand?” Samantha asked Ross he had gave her enough time to recover and stood her ground to defend him.
Ross didn’t speak his nose and mouth were bleeding the blow to the temples with the electricity did a bit more than just stun him. “No.”
Samantha cursed and charged towards Edmond as he got up. “Bastard!”
**********
Angela stood there with the feather stroking Elena’s womanhood the buxom Russian was tied to one of those old school gaming chairs that rock back and fourth her Legs tied to a spreader bar on the floor held up by truck tire lifts. It seemed Elena gave up protesting resign to her fate and enjoyed the tantalizing torture. Dane sat on the wall in the dim light puffing on cig till he heard rustling upstairs maybe Ross saw Samantha walk outside or something and paid no mind. Dane couldn’t help how the soft curves of that Russian woman twitched under the steady strokes Angela was applying. Elena laid in a seating position legs held up by stocks knee’s bent beside her breasts but the stocks left them middle wide open as they were fastened to the chair itself. Her nipples were perky to the cold air and Angela just grin a wicked smile as she brought a new friend to the game.
As the vibrator turned on Elena’s eyes widen and with renew force began to tremble against her new bonds arms tied in front of her to the spreader bar. As the vibrator touched her most sensual spot she convulsed before mewling against her gag and grunted nodding her head several times. Angela took out an interesting little bondage panty and stuffed the vibrator in there and strapped it on Elena. She winced and squirmed wreathing in both joy and torture. Angela pulled the feather out and then another stroking her heals in soft circle the stiff gull feather working it way between her toes. Elena protested more and more through her gag before Dane walked over and pulled it off.
“All right hahahahaaaa oh mm heheheheee I’ll talk! There’s morehorhahahaahaa!” shouted Elena from the top of her lungs before her head sagged.
Angela slowed down her pace and turned down the vibrator’s speed. “Well?”
Elena nodded a few times and squirmed. “Okay, okay. I was paid by my own government to gather information on an old Cold War Project. It fell into American hands then suddenly disappeared. Some one started reproducing the project but with new medicines and science the project is seeing an alarming . . . alarmhehehehee. . . dman you stoahaahahahaap!”
Angela grinned and motioned for Dane to take a note pad and write this all down. “And my little friend there’s more yes? Think your nipples are missing the attention.”
Elena groaned whimpering. “Please okay, I was paid to get the information. Feather, its not just a narcotic but a basis to a form of brainwash and mind control. It afflicts the nerve endings of the brain in ways . . . shit. . . In ways mmm I don’t understand yet. Please listen to rea. . .ooohhh more.”
Angela drew back the feathers from Elena’s nipples and dipped it in her sweaty belly button. “Continue.”
Elena cursed and sighs. “Jeseus, niet not there!!!” Elena trembled and began to guffaw and Angela lightens her strokes before she caught much needed air. “Receptors, something with the brain not receiving information in the nerves thus Feather has other applications. I don’t know yet you and your friend stopped me. But I do know Feather has multiple applications that were being tested. Your Senators were the basis of some experiments to this. But I told you this . . you hehehehee need to know .. .”
Elena began to cry softly protesting as her toes were assaulted with slow drags of the feathers sliding between them and squirmed as she felt them left between her pinky toes and Angela’s nails now stroke firmly in her arches. Elena bucked as much her restraints could hold her and Dane wrote every piece of info she let out. Then things got silly as Angela insist she get Elena’s phone number and measurements. Dane grunted not writing that down and kneeled and both women stared at his throbbing erection and he just blushed tipping his hat forward and looked at Angela. Angela just shrugged smirking and gestured to Elena right foot and Dane grinned and began kissing and nibbling Elena’s toes sending her into moan hysterics as Angela turned on the vibrator a little higher.
Foot steps a lot of them caught Dane’s attention and put the gag back on Elena who protested. “We got company southern bell.”
Angela sighed and reached over for the shotgun as Dane grabbed his revolvers. “We can’t let them take her she’s a key importance to the investigation.”
Dan agreed with that and began to take some silk rope and tie Elena up skillfully. “Sorry miss but your torments ending. We need you alive less you feel they’re here to rescue you then I’m gonna have to shot them.”
Elena was too exhausted and so close to climaxing she didn’t care she let Dane tie her up in the bondage and nothing more she wanted to do now than grab his throbbing erection. At first she saw him as your typical American dog but now seeing him close up, the foot massage, and those kisses he was the best meat in town. She waffled slightly against him and Dane smirked whispering something naughty in her ears and she smiled. Angela gave a sour look and winced as the upstairs door blew open and fell to the basement floor. Immediately men were coming down and Angela let out a warning shot that caught one guy in the shins. Men cried out to back up and barked some orders Dane held Elena over her shoulders one hand holding his revolver and thumb the hammer back and waited. Dane backed up pass the hot tub room and to the armory motioning her in before a loud bang came from behind her causing all three of them to wince. Dane and Angela held their ears as the shrill came out.
One of the men came down he wore all black and tactical armor with a large motor bike helmet. The one guy approached them and the helmet glow a dull green color most likely night vision since it was very dim down in the basement. Dane still held the hammer back to his revolver and fired one shot that went astray. His vision was spinning due to the flash bang they dropped downstairs. More of them were coming downstairs and they all began to approach the door Dane was at still trying to bring Angela to her feet. Angela notice the problem and fired another shot from her shotgun the pellets barely penetrated their armor but ti did cause them some alarm as they took cover. Dane took this moment to punch in on a key pad at another door and the door slid open and he pushed Angela and Elena in their before going in himself as men began running toward the door. Stepping through one of the men held the door from closing and Dane held the revolver point blank and fired blowing off a few digits but the door couldn’t close properly as the guys hands were now caught between the door and the wall his screaming echoing through the other room.
Dane grunted and looked to Angela in turn she looked up with a weary smile. “Sorry sugar, There’s only one way out from here.”
Angela grimaced and nodded they had to get out and it looked like a fire fight. She glanced about the room it was a small workshop and armory seems this was where Dane and Ross did their primary work for equipment. “In case of an emergency don’t you have an emergency exit?”
Dane nodded almost forgetting about that and pointed to a small circular hole at the floor base. “It leads to a water well that leads through a cave and outside but its several miles till we reach outside. Sure you want to go that way?”
“Do we have a choice?” Angela sighed as she gathered some of the fire arms and ammunition for her shotgun.
Dane did the same picking up some Revolver ammunition and a shotgun then blinked looking down to an orange mist. “Christ seems they are going to gas us. Guess they don’t care about their compadre.”
*********
Samantha held her ribs she took a few good blows from this guy he wasn’t a slouch and he was half decent to match her speed. Problem was he was aiming to detain her it seems paying no mind to Ross who lay curled up on the floor. Again she tried to overwhelm him with an assault of kicks but the armor was absorbing the impacts and he was avoiding his head being injured. Her bare feet were getting sore from the rough tiling on the floor next time she was going to tell Ross to put smoother surface up here. With a swift pivot to her ankle she thrust forward with her knee grabbing his long hair attempting to break his nose but his gloved hands held her knee and sent a burst of electricity into it causing her to fall over whimpering. God Samantha really wished she had a gun right now as her knee spasm and she couldn’t get up off the floor.
Edmund grinned widely and stepped on her stun knee causing Samantha to yell out in pain. He repeatedly kicked her in the sides just for causing him to take so long in detaining her. Then with one mighty stomp pressed hard on to her wrist digging his heel as he knelt restraining her hand. Her other leg tried kneeing him in the butt but she was stunned way too many times to give much resistance. Removing a pair of cuffs he turned her over restraining her arms behind Samantha’s back. Gripping her long black hair back he drew his head close and whispered what was in store for her. Samantha’s eyes widen and her need to break free grew she knew if he captured her she be subjugated too more tickling and she wasn’t having that. Gripping her ankles firmly Edmund was brining out another pair of cuffs but her one free leg flailed trying to prevent her capture. Hand tensed around her ankle he stroke one finger on her bare foot and Storm clenched her teeth she wasn’t going to laugh for this jerk.
“I believe Miss Storm; I do declare I was told you were ticklish. Now be good or else your going to make me exploit your weakness.” with that said Edmund wriggled those leather gloved hands between her toes and another current of electricity came from them causing her to spasm and whimper.
Eventually Edmund caught her leg and cuffed both ankles and as a little joke removed a pair of toe cuffs and cuffed her big toes together. Samantha felt the rise in herself to resist, getting up and breaking free, but also the fear that she would be taken as a prisoner. Turned over Edmund stared at her with eyes filled with hate and ripped her shirt open. Samantha felt vulnerable was this sicko going to tickle her now? Screaming Samantha wreathed under his pinning weight and felt his knee on her stomach before grabbing her head with one hand and again stunning her.
Samantha felt dizzy she was going to lose consciousness she wasn’t one to be afraid but she knew what this meant. As he stood her up his gloved hand held her bra covered breasts. Desperately Samantha tried to squirm out of his hands and felt the cool air of the night on her nipples as he lift her bra up and she saw Ross laying on the floor eyes closed he was out like a light. Small surges of electricity left the gloves and she yelped in pain and torment as the hands were sending a low voltage fingers heading towards her nipples.
“Samantha Storm, you were rescued and left my dear sister Clare to be a barter for your mess in Columbia. Ramirez took her in revenge for you and for several years my sister was lost to me. Neither your government nor your agency gave me any peace of mind that she was safe or even dead. They even played as if she didn’t exist do you know how that feels Miss Storm? No you don’t but you soon will I don’t know what my employer wants with you but be sure your going to suffer. We even got Lady Ramirez so she can exact her revenge on you as well.” With that Edmund slide a finger down her tummy and began tickling her belly button as the other hand held a breast firmly keeping her close to him.
“F-fuck you, I don’t know what you are talking about. But if this is for revenge you sure suck at it.” Groaned Samantha trying not to laugh as her belly button and right nipple were being tormented.
Edmund turned around facing the open plains and removed something from his belt and aimed at the sky. It flared up lighting the scene and Samantha could see several troops surrounding the house they got a good twelve men six of them carrying off Elena and Angela. A small set of gunfire at the front door was heard and two of the men went limp to the ground. Dane held both revolvers aimed at them and they returned fire with semi-automatic rifles. Samantha watched as Dane took cover behind some furniture and returned fire taking down the two holding Elena. Angela seemed to be trying to resist them but was doing so weakly. Hope was fading in Samantha’s heart as she eyed the scene eventually they capture her and Angela seeming they bit off more they could chew and it was all going down hill.
Edmund relish in the victory and loosing a few men to the cowboy wasn’t too much of a lost they had the prize and that’s all that matters. As he looked to Samantha a loud thunk came from Edmund’s skull as the fake palm tree snapped in half before a mighty boot to the head came tossing him over the side of the roof. Ross stood up wobbly and smiled to Storm before something wrapped around her neck. Ross leaped forward grabbing it and cried out as the wire dug into his palms. Edmund hung off the side and hung but a story off the pavement. Storm was choking a small trail of blood around her throat but Ross held on for dear life. Ross growled trying to break the line with his strength but it was too sturdy and thin.
With a triumphant smile Edmund spoke. “That was dirty playing possum. But if I had a hat I tip it off too you. You have two choices. You can pull me up suffering a rather painful experience. Or let go and Miss Storm head comes off. I rather needed her alive for my employer’s sake however dying before she does is not an option.”
Trembling from the stun gloves and the pain in his hands Ross looked to Storm her eyes were beginning to roll to the back her head. “Option Three”
Ross freed his hands and pulled up Storm and leaped off the roof. Below Edmund cursed hitting the ground hard right beside a car. Ross fell holding Samantha close and turning his back towards the car a loud grunt came from him as he hit the roof of the car. Samantha twitched and fell from him skidding on the ground. It was the dumbest and most heroic thing some one has done for her even though she was a little scrapped up. Ross barely moved he was in a lot of pain and struggling to get off the car roof. The slack from the cord loosen and Ross feebly untied it around her neck as he got off the top. Samantha was crying in both pain and thanks. But Ross was injured and unarmed against so many who now surrounded him and helping Edmund off the ground.
In the distance Dane managed to pull Elena back in the house taking four of the guys down but they already had Angela in the helicopter. The other four men were on the other side of the house. Slowly Dane approached the door and bullets stripped the siding as he cursed as shrapnel got into his fore arm. He was pinned god he hoped that phone call got to some one. That helicopter had Dane pinned there was nowhere he could go and the fact they had Angela drove him nuts he wanted to run out there but he be Swiss cheese before he knew it. A loud scream caught Dane’s attention as gunshots fired on the other side of the house. They killed his partner and Miss Storm that was enough for him to step out guns blazing as he ran along the house dodging the fray of bullets trailing behind him. Once around the corner a stray bullet caught his left calf and Dane went down to his side and took careful aim taking out two guys through the helmet.
Edmund and two other guys carried Storm towards the helicopter one of them went down from a stray shot to the neck. Edmund and the other tossed Storm into the Helicopter and immediately Edmund demand the chopper get off the ground now. As the helicopter rocked back and fourth the lights to a grand marquis turned on and Ross hit the gas. Dane fired off some pot shots at the front of the helicopter pilot causing glass to fill the pilot’s side. In seconds the helicopter lifted and Ross speed and turned side ramming the helicopter knocking it off balance several of the men and Storm falling out to the ground. The helicopter gained lift and began taking off. Hitting the gas again Ross open the door and picked up Storm cursing ash his whole left rib cage was covered in blood. Ross drove to the front of the house literally as careful as he could and Dane came up pulling Storm inside. Ross pulled back up and saw the Helicopter several feet off the ground. It had took off and Edmund stared down at Ross with cold menacing eyes and Ross returned the same as he hit reversed and ram the two remaining men one trying to get back up via zip line.
“You won this time Mon Ami, but the girl’s mine now. Shame you couldn’t stay down you live longer.” With that said Edmund pulled out a rifle and fired at the car as they took off into the distance.
Inside the house Dane winced in pain, Samantha was a little beat up but she was doing better than the rest. Dane looked sadden he couldn’t stop them from taking them when they gassed the place. They were specifically after Angela and Elena when he regained some consciousness he staggered up and started firing through the living room doorway. But it was growing hard to stay focus. Even now he could hear Samantha barking to free her and dragged himself to her he took a nasty wound to the left calf and began to remove her toe cuffs. Her ankle cuffs and wrist were still fasten tightly he knew she need a key for them all she could do was wriggle in front of him. Dane seemed to have passed out by her feet and she hoped to god Ross would get her out they needed help.
Elena groaned feeling her rope bondage lose and began to wriggle out. She stood up naked holding her head and eyed Storm still on the ground. Both stared at each other for a long moment and Elena’s smile turned wicked as she knelt by Samantha and stroke her breasts. Samantha bit her lower lip and cursed at Elena knowing how vulnerable she was now. A sudden boot to the face sent Elena unconscious on top of Storm and Ross stood there bleeding all over he seemed worst for wear and was limping toward Samantha with bar cutters and cut the short chains on her ankles and wrist. Storm looked at him as he offered a half hearted smile collapsing dropping the cutter to the floor. Storm grabbed hold of him and held him up taking him to the sofa.
Grabbing her phone she dialed a number. “This is agent Storm two men down. I repeat two. . . Ross? Ross!!!”
Ch.1
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=167928&highlight=Cloak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy
Ch.2
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=168434&highlight=Cloak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy
Ch.3
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=168435&highlight=Cloak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy
Ch.4
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=169471&highlight=Cloak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy
Ch.5
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...loak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy#post2529127
Ch.6
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...loak+fEather+Clockwork+Conspiracy#post2575181
Ch.7
Night over the outskirts of town where Dane and Ross lived Angela and Dane were still downstairs interrogating Elena for more information on Feather. Ross had resided upstairs not much into the interrogating of women let alone hearing that woman laugh was like bad porn. Samantha occupied herself with refitting herself and equipment. She still had her shoes off walking bare foot and looked to him. There was no way for her to say it but they saved her bacon out there even though Ross did come to get his share of the glory. What did bother Samantha and him whom they agreed on ever was making and distributing this drug didn’t want any leak of it. Elena was their best lead and ironically she would have to be protected. As always she refused and Samantha did get her payback alone downstairs with her.
With a smug look she remembered how Elena squealed when her nipples were feathered. Some times the sense of having power over your opponent was over exhilarating how they cringe each time you draw a soft sensation on their skin. But then she too had experience what they had and knew fully well what tickle torture meant. Ross was quiet on the other side of the couch now and he sat with just a tank top and his bottoms still on that oversized Desert Eagle and a Jackal on his back. Clasping his hands he let out a held in sigh and looked to Samantha.
“Listen Storm I want to say thanks for letting us be apart of this and not ratting us out.” He said gratefully towards her.
Storm smirked as she finished the assembly of a Sigpro pistol and set it down she continued on assembling a .45 Smith and Weston. “Well I’ll fill in something in our report in how we escaped just don’t mention we interrogated the suspect in your basement.”
Ross chuckled then Samantha he got up to go to the chicken and ask if she wanted anything to eat and/or drink. She made a suggestion to surprise her and he came back with some tuna fish sandwiches and grape soda. He set two glasses filled her a cup and she took the sandwich and made a large bite as she finish putting together the smith and Weston and begin checking each gun was assembled correctly and balanced. After a moment it was quiet between them and Samantha having skill as both a spy and many social events at work started the conversation.
“So you like firearms? Guys made quite the riot out there. What were you using?” Samantha asked taking the glass delicately between her thumb and fore finger and sipped.
Boyish grin Ross leaned back taking another bite from his sandwich. “Modified Mp5. Used some custom rounds sadly didn’t get to use them but the Monster Truck with the Winnebago horn caught a lot of attention.”
Samantha giggled slightly thinking of the image of these guys riding such a thing to their rescue and probably got the boys she took down all shaken up again after they came in with ATV at their front door. “Got to say you guys know how to party.”
“Damn straight Storm so let me ask you this. The Lightning bolt belt what’s it for?” saying this Ross set his things down waiting for an answer.
Samantha grinned and pulled her feet up hugging her knees. “Makes me feel like a superhero you understand wanting to stop the bad guys and save the day? Its like my good luck charms.”
Ross nodded and she never really noticed but with his shirt off his whole left arm was tattooed. “In some Celtic tribes tribal tattoos were worn as symbols of power and honor. You bare the lightning bolt a fearsome weapon of gods and retribution.”
“You make me sound like some warrior goddess.” Samantha told him as she pushed back a strand of hair blushing.
“A beautiful Goddess of War with the emblems and tools of battle.” Ross teased flexing his muscles at her.
Samantha would grin turning red slightly she kind of liked his approach and pointed out to his left arm. “Why such a large Tattoo on your left arm Ross what does your stand for?”
Ross looked down as if gazing back to something and smiled softly. “When I was younger I was you know a good kid but the real world can be cruel. I got involved into street fighting and a girl changed my life. I got this a long time ago after her a coil of bands, rings, means eternity and they gather all the way to my left hand to a dragon and dragons have many meanings. Call them for power or wisdom they symbolize the forces at work.”
Samantha nodded her approval and blinked as he leaned over and took her knees onto his lap. Ready to protest Samantha practically melted and lay back against the couch as his thumbs pressed away the tension in her sole and lay back. Ross continued to smooth out the knots he found as well as the small beads of muscles trembled. Samantha just hoped he didn’t tickle or Ross would find her heel giving him his newest black eye. Samantha yawned and then purred softly as she reached to the back of her neck stretching her elbows up her back curling and trembling getting comfortable on the couch as she wiggled her toes.
“Do you always pamper your girls on their second date?” Samantha grinned she wasn’t passing up a free foot massage at all god knew she deserved it down the line.
Ross grinned and got a particular knot in her arch and she winced then let out a soft moan. “Only to the women I like on my first date.”
Soft moans escape Samantha as her tortured soles received the pampering she longed desired after a rough day and blushed in surprise as he used his hands to raise her legs to turn her over and Samantha moved with it and found her stomach on his lap blushing more as he traced his fingers along her pants calves then felt the warm hands massage her lower back and she hugged that seat cushion for dear life as she let out a soft moan. Samantha was just going to die this was too much too fast usually she was the one in control but for once to not be was exciting her and as he got her lower back she couldn’t help rubbing her abs against his lap. Ross kind of jumped and blinked blushing at her and she looked back with a rather sultry pose lifting her shirt off and lay back down.
As Ross took the invite he leaned over to unclasp her bra and the basement door opened up. Angela and Dane were smiling then looked at them as they looked back and Samantha got up on her knees looking flabbergasted then at Ross and took her shirt walking upstairs. Ross hung his head forward grumbling and just knew it was too good too be true. Dane and Angela looked at each other nervously seeing they just ruined a moment and walked to Ross to explain a few new findings to him Angela knowing Samantha was going to be grumpy as all hell now and she didn’t want to get in that path.
“So you get it right, why its victims are asphyxiated and have huge grins?” Angela explained to Ross.
“Cause it tickles?” Ross asked stumped as he took a large chug from his cup and muttered eating his sandwich.
“Not exactly Mr. Hunter. But somewhat true the drug is a neural pathogen meaning it affects the brain.” Angela recited to him after having to explain to Dane back downstairs.
Ross muttered. “Just Ross Angie and yes I know what drugs do cops do take standardize testing in the information of narcotics.”
Angela huffed and feathered her red hair with her finger nails. “Yah, well Ross it gets complicated. It afflicts the neural receptors in the brain and overloads the receiving ends of those nerves the frying is like a tickling sensation. However our captive explained some of the test data means while no other response other than tickling is received it also leaves them in well vulnerable mental state. The brain then can receive information freely kind of like a backdoor for a computer. I think the drug we been seeing is just the proto-type of the work these past few months.”
Now that got Ross’s attention. “Wait you mean this goes deeper? Like maybe international?”
Dane nodded. “Yah amigo, if what Angie is saying is correct means you got a bunch of blank disks you can feed info and tell them pretty much what you want them to do or think.”
Ross eyes narrowed he held his hands together shaking. “They exploited the narcotics racket to test on people and even kidnap people off the street for subjects?”
Angela sighed Dane had explained to her what had happen to Ross’ ex-wife and knew this is hard for him. “It means had your wife lived she probably wouldn’t have been the same. But the application can be bigger than that. We are talking sleeper agents, brainwashed zombies, you dig?”
Ross nodded and looked to Dane. “So now what, this is bigger than a normal narcotics bust and I don’t think the Captain’s going to let us back on this case.”
Dane nodded his head in agreement and tips his hat. “I know you want to get those bastards Ross but this is like super spy crap. This is way out of our league of intelligence and fire power. I hate to say it but best to leave it to the professionals like Samantha and Angie.”
Nodding his head in silence Ross took a deep breath and rubbed the ring around his neck on the chain. “I’ll tell Samantha I have to apologize anyways for embarrassing her. You guys go back get anything else from that Russian woman.”
“Will do Boss you just avoid getting anymore shinnies yah here?” With that said Dane approach Angela putting an arm around her and began heading towards the basement with her in tow.
*********
Arms crossed Samantha stared out to the night sky. God she felt the heat in her cheeks still embarrassed how her body was moving but damn it was the longest time she was with some one she liked and not doing it in the name of the mission. Her job demanded of her some times to role play with lovers to gain information or subdue a target. As a tactical espionage specialist and spy specialist she had to some times do lewd things to pull targets to a false sense of security. But man Ross was hot she wouldn’t mind if they had a little TNA hell they’re adults if she just wanted to fuck him what would be wrong with that. But she knew what the problem was it be him falling in love with her. She knew above all else love on the battlefield was a dangerous thing a loved one could be exposed to dangers she couldn’t imagine for some one she cared for. She herself disappeared from the face of the earth like many spies. She felt sad for Angela and Dane eventually she will fade from his life or else one day experience that fear we all do when an enemy takes advantage of your loved one.
Tapping her foot she sighed Samantha was out on their flat roof deck it looked like they had hot tub parties up here or at least Dane did. It was after all his house they were hiding out in. Glancing at the moon Samantha’s eyes watered what was this feeling she was having lately. Was she growing tired of this spy life, the tickling, or was it the fact that maybe for once there was something she wanted yet what was it that made her afraid of doing it. Contemplating Samantha’s trained senses heard the crackling of foot steps behind her and smiled. Most likely Ross coming to check on her as she turned her smiled turned to a scowl.
Edmond stood their in a heavy trench coat wearing some kind of armor his hair was placed in a black ribbon tied back the black rose on the right side over his ear hung there. Looking Samantha Storm over already in a fighting stance was something to behold it took everything to not run at her and beat the hell out of her but orders were orders. Letting Ramirez go from her torture wasn’t an option and Edmond be damned if he would allow that woman to capture Samantha Storm. This whole mission was under his authority not The Master or whatever he wanted to call himself.
“Samantha Storm we finally meet.” Edmond spoke coldly as he looked at her in the moonlight.
Samantha kept her hands up watching him closely remaining in a tai-jutsu stance waiting for his approach. “Then introduce yourself if you came all this way to see me.”
Edmond grinned and leaned back thumb in his belt loops and with Cajun accent chuckled out. “I guarantee Miss Storm be no need to know my name. But you and I got some unfinished business.”
“Tch, what are you some goon-flunky out for revenge for his boss. Or did I manage to miss killing a scumbag while working?” and with that retort Samantha’s smile grew wider.
Head bowed down Edmond’s posture changed standing up. “Your so call mission jeopardized the mission of another agent. Yet they didn’t go rescuing her when she was captured. No they rescued their top agent left my poor sister behind. You and Section 7 have a lot of nerve.”
Caught by surprise she looked at him closely. “What do you know about Section 7?”
With that Edmond laughed. “What do I know indeed? Know this you and your organization is in for some rough times ahead. I’ll pay you and they back for what you took from me.”
“I don’t damn well care what it is. But if you’re aiming for a fight you’re a lousy agent.” Samantha said as she stepped closer and wished she had a weapon on her.
Edmond started walking forward towards her and she immediately lunged her foot out with a kick. Edmond felt some force in his chest but his armor took a large amount of the impact and Samantha winced as she bruised her foot taking a step back. Confident Edmond approached her before receiving a hit with one of the folded lawn chairs by her causing him to stumble back. Samantha bolted beside him for the roof door and turned it open before yelping as she was struck in the back feeling her balance go off as paralyzing pain shot up her spine and she fall to a knee.
“Ross!” Samantha shouted before falling to the floor on her side.
Edmond placed his heel to kick her over on her back before stomping Storm on the stomach. “I waited a very long time for this Miss Storm. A very long time and finally you’re going to repay your debt to me with your life for my sisters. The agent you marked as MIA.”
A loud gun shot pierced through the door and grazed through majority of Edmonds right forearm armor special foam and metal flaked into dust his arm bleeding from the graze and stepped back diving behind the roof door case. Ross came out and checked on Storm looking around he had his Jackal out in his hands and turned in the last minute to be stunned punched in the face gun and body flying hard onto the roof. Skidding on his back Ross flipped to his feet and stood there a bit dazed as he readied himself as Edmond again came at him and dodged slowly barely missing contact with the left stun glove.
“Dunno chico who you are but you’re trespassing on my property.” Ross growled as he led back with a few punches of his own.
Coyly Edmond feinted and swung once Ross was in range again and the guy blocked with his right arm and Edmond held the stun trigger before Ross pulled back. “Funny, how Mexicans claim territory when their passing over here constantly.”
That did it for Ross even though his right arm lay limp to his side and he was starting to lose consciousness that hot blood kicked in and he came at Edmond grabbing him by the front of his armor latches and head butted him hard in the forehead. “Guess what? Not Mexican chico I’m Puerto Rican! And you just got an international butt whoop.”
Edmond leaned back holding his nose and found nothing broken but the vessels in his nose and growled eyeing Ross pulling out two metal folding clubs. Skrema style with the folding clubs he was pressing the stung gloves on each contact on Ross delivering targeted pain to certain muscles. Ross was a little out classed in fighting styles other than brute strength and street fighting. As Edmond struck Ross’ temples his vision began to blur as he fell to a knee. Out of nowhere Edmund fell over stumbling dropping the metal folding clubs holding his head as he was just clubbed with a plastic palm tree by Samantha and stood there defending Ross.
“Can you stand?” Samantha asked Ross he had gave her enough time to recover and stood her ground to defend him.
Ross didn’t speak his nose and mouth were bleeding the blow to the temples with the electricity did a bit more than just stun him. “No.”
Samantha cursed and charged towards Edmond as he got up. “Bastard!”
**********
Angela stood there with the feather stroking Elena’s womanhood the buxom Russian was tied to one of those old school gaming chairs that rock back and fourth her Legs tied to a spreader bar on the floor held up by truck tire lifts. It seemed Elena gave up protesting resign to her fate and enjoyed the tantalizing torture. Dane sat on the wall in the dim light puffing on cig till he heard rustling upstairs maybe Ross saw Samantha walk outside or something and paid no mind. Dane couldn’t help how the soft curves of that Russian woman twitched under the steady strokes Angela was applying. Elena laid in a seating position legs held up by stocks knee’s bent beside her breasts but the stocks left them middle wide open as they were fastened to the chair itself. Her nipples were perky to the cold air and Angela just grin a wicked smile as she brought a new friend to the game.
As the vibrator turned on Elena’s eyes widen and with renew force began to tremble against her new bonds arms tied in front of her to the spreader bar. As the vibrator touched her most sensual spot she convulsed before mewling against her gag and grunted nodding her head several times. Angela took out an interesting little bondage panty and stuffed the vibrator in there and strapped it on Elena. She winced and squirmed wreathing in both joy and torture. Angela pulled the feather out and then another stroking her heals in soft circle the stiff gull feather working it way between her toes. Elena protested more and more through her gag before Dane walked over and pulled it off.
“All right hahahahaaaa oh mm heheheheee I’ll talk! There’s morehorhahahaahaa!” shouted Elena from the top of her lungs before her head sagged.
Angela slowed down her pace and turned down the vibrator’s speed. “Well?”
Elena nodded a few times and squirmed. “Okay, okay. I was paid by my own government to gather information on an old Cold War Project. It fell into American hands then suddenly disappeared. Some one started reproducing the project but with new medicines and science the project is seeing an alarming . . . alarmhehehehee. . . dman you stoahaahahahaap!”
Angela grinned and motioned for Dane to take a note pad and write this all down. “And my little friend there’s more yes? Think your nipples are missing the attention.”
Elena groaned whimpering. “Please okay, I was paid to get the information. Feather, its not just a narcotic but a basis to a form of brainwash and mind control. It afflicts the nerve endings of the brain in ways . . . shit. . . In ways mmm I don’t understand yet. Please listen to rea. . .ooohhh more.”
Angela drew back the feathers from Elena’s nipples and dipped it in her sweaty belly button. “Continue.”
Elena cursed and sighs. “Jeseus, niet not there!!!” Elena trembled and began to guffaw and Angela lightens her strokes before she caught much needed air. “Receptors, something with the brain not receiving information in the nerves thus Feather has other applications. I don’t know yet you and your friend stopped me. But I do know Feather has multiple applications that were being tested. Your Senators were the basis of some experiments to this. But I told you this . . you hehehehee need to know .. .”
Elena began to cry softly protesting as her toes were assaulted with slow drags of the feathers sliding between them and squirmed as she felt them left between her pinky toes and Angela’s nails now stroke firmly in her arches. Elena bucked as much her restraints could hold her and Dane wrote every piece of info she let out. Then things got silly as Angela insist she get Elena’s phone number and measurements. Dane grunted not writing that down and kneeled and both women stared at his throbbing erection and he just blushed tipping his hat forward and looked at Angela. Angela just shrugged smirking and gestured to Elena right foot and Dane grinned and began kissing and nibbling Elena’s toes sending her into moan hysterics as Angela turned on the vibrator a little higher.
Foot steps a lot of them caught Dane’s attention and put the gag back on Elena who protested. “We got company southern bell.”
Angela sighed and reached over for the shotgun as Dane grabbed his revolvers. “We can’t let them take her she’s a key importance to the investigation.”
Dan agreed with that and began to take some silk rope and tie Elena up skillfully. “Sorry miss but your torments ending. We need you alive less you feel they’re here to rescue you then I’m gonna have to shot them.”
Elena was too exhausted and so close to climaxing she didn’t care she let Dane tie her up in the bondage and nothing more she wanted to do now than grab his throbbing erection. At first she saw him as your typical American dog but now seeing him close up, the foot massage, and those kisses he was the best meat in town. She waffled slightly against him and Dane smirked whispering something naughty in her ears and she smiled. Angela gave a sour look and winced as the upstairs door blew open and fell to the basement floor. Immediately men were coming down and Angela let out a warning shot that caught one guy in the shins. Men cried out to back up and barked some orders Dane held Elena over her shoulders one hand holding his revolver and thumb the hammer back and waited. Dane backed up pass the hot tub room and to the armory motioning her in before a loud bang came from behind her causing all three of them to wince. Dane and Angela held their ears as the shrill came out.
One of the men came down he wore all black and tactical armor with a large motor bike helmet. The one guy approached them and the helmet glow a dull green color most likely night vision since it was very dim down in the basement. Dane still held the hammer back to his revolver and fired one shot that went astray. His vision was spinning due to the flash bang they dropped downstairs. More of them were coming downstairs and they all began to approach the door Dane was at still trying to bring Angela to her feet. Angela notice the problem and fired another shot from her shotgun the pellets barely penetrated their armor but ti did cause them some alarm as they took cover. Dane took this moment to punch in on a key pad at another door and the door slid open and he pushed Angela and Elena in their before going in himself as men began running toward the door. Stepping through one of the men held the door from closing and Dane held the revolver point blank and fired blowing off a few digits but the door couldn’t close properly as the guys hands were now caught between the door and the wall his screaming echoing through the other room.
Dane grunted and looked to Angela in turn she looked up with a weary smile. “Sorry sugar, There’s only one way out from here.”
Angela grimaced and nodded they had to get out and it looked like a fire fight. She glanced about the room it was a small workshop and armory seems this was where Dane and Ross did their primary work for equipment. “In case of an emergency don’t you have an emergency exit?”
Dane nodded almost forgetting about that and pointed to a small circular hole at the floor base. “It leads to a water well that leads through a cave and outside but its several miles till we reach outside. Sure you want to go that way?”
“Do we have a choice?” Angela sighed as she gathered some of the fire arms and ammunition for her shotgun.
Dane did the same picking up some Revolver ammunition and a shotgun then blinked looking down to an orange mist. “Christ seems they are going to gas us. Guess they don’t care about their compadre.”
*********
Samantha held her ribs she took a few good blows from this guy he wasn’t a slouch and he was half decent to match her speed. Problem was he was aiming to detain her it seems paying no mind to Ross who lay curled up on the floor. Again she tried to overwhelm him with an assault of kicks but the armor was absorbing the impacts and he was avoiding his head being injured. Her bare feet were getting sore from the rough tiling on the floor next time she was going to tell Ross to put smoother surface up here. With a swift pivot to her ankle she thrust forward with her knee grabbing his long hair attempting to break his nose but his gloved hands held her knee and sent a burst of electricity into it causing her to fall over whimpering. God Samantha really wished she had a gun right now as her knee spasm and she couldn’t get up off the floor.
Edmund grinned widely and stepped on her stun knee causing Samantha to yell out in pain. He repeatedly kicked her in the sides just for causing him to take so long in detaining her. Then with one mighty stomp pressed hard on to her wrist digging his heel as he knelt restraining her hand. Her other leg tried kneeing him in the butt but she was stunned way too many times to give much resistance. Removing a pair of cuffs he turned her over restraining her arms behind Samantha’s back. Gripping her long black hair back he drew his head close and whispered what was in store for her. Samantha’s eyes widen and her need to break free grew she knew if he captured her she be subjugated too more tickling and she wasn’t having that. Gripping her ankles firmly Edmund was brining out another pair of cuffs but her one free leg flailed trying to prevent her capture. Hand tensed around her ankle he stroke one finger on her bare foot and Storm clenched her teeth she wasn’t going to laugh for this jerk.
“I believe Miss Storm; I do declare I was told you were ticklish. Now be good or else your going to make me exploit your weakness.” with that said Edmund wriggled those leather gloved hands between her toes and another current of electricity came from them causing her to spasm and whimper.
Eventually Edmund caught her leg and cuffed both ankles and as a little joke removed a pair of toe cuffs and cuffed her big toes together. Samantha felt the rise in herself to resist, getting up and breaking free, but also the fear that she would be taken as a prisoner. Turned over Edmund stared at her with eyes filled with hate and ripped her shirt open. Samantha felt vulnerable was this sicko going to tickle her now? Screaming Samantha wreathed under his pinning weight and felt his knee on her stomach before grabbing her head with one hand and again stunning her.
Samantha felt dizzy she was going to lose consciousness she wasn’t one to be afraid but she knew what this meant. As he stood her up his gloved hand held her bra covered breasts. Desperately Samantha tried to squirm out of his hands and felt the cool air of the night on her nipples as he lift her bra up and she saw Ross laying on the floor eyes closed he was out like a light. Small surges of electricity left the gloves and she yelped in pain and torment as the hands were sending a low voltage fingers heading towards her nipples.
“Samantha Storm, you were rescued and left my dear sister Clare to be a barter for your mess in Columbia. Ramirez took her in revenge for you and for several years my sister was lost to me. Neither your government nor your agency gave me any peace of mind that she was safe or even dead. They even played as if she didn’t exist do you know how that feels Miss Storm? No you don’t but you soon will I don’t know what my employer wants with you but be sure your going to suffer. We even got Lady Ramirez so she can exact her revenge on you as well.” With that Edmund slide a finger down her tummy and began tickling her belly button as the other hand held a breast firmly keeping her close to him.
“F-fuck you, I don’t know what you are talking about. But if this is for revenge you sure suck at it.” Groaned Samantha trying not to laugh as her belly button and right nipple were being tormented.
Edmund turned around facing the open plains and removed something from his belt and aimed at the sky. It flared up lighting the scene and Samantha could see several troops surrounding the house they got a good twelve men six of them carrying off Elena and Angela. A small set of gunfire at the front door was heard and two of the men went limp to the ground. Dane held both revolvers aimed at them and they returned fire with semi-automatic rifles. Samantha watched as Dane took cover behind some furniture and returned fire taking down the two holding Elena. Angela seemed to be trying to resist them but was doing so weakly. Hope was fading in Samantha’s heart as she eyed the scene eventually they capture her and Angela seeming they bit off more they could chew and it was all going down hill.
Edmund relish in the victory and loosing a few men to the cowboy wasn’t too much of a lost they had the prize and that’s all that matters. As he looked to Samantha a loud thunk came from Edmund’s skull as the fake palm tree snapped in half before a mighty boot to the head came tossing him over the side of the roof. Ross stood up wobbly and smiled to Storm before something wrapped around her neck. Ross leaped forward grabbing it and cried out as the wire dug into his palms. Edmund hung off the side and hung but a story off the pavement. Storm was choking a small trail of blood around her throat but Ross held on for dear life. Ross growled trying to break the line with his strength but it was too sturdy and thin.
With a triumphant smile Edmund spoke. “That was dirty playing possum. But if I had a hat I tip it off too you. You have two choices. You can pull me up suffering a rather painful experience. Or let go and Miss Storm head comes off. I rather needed her alive for my employer’s sake however dying before she does is not an option.”
Trembling from the stun gloves and the pain in his hands Ross looked to Storm her eyes were beginning to roll to the back her head. “Option Three”
Ross freed his hands and pulled up Storm and leaped off the roof. Below Edmund cursed hitting the ground hard right beside a car. Ross fell holding Samantha close and turning his back towards the car a loud grunt came from him as he hit the roof of the car. Samantha twitched and fell from him skidding on the ground. It was the dumbest and most heroic thing some one has done for her even though she was a little scrapped up. Ross barely moved he was in a lot of pain and struggling to get off the car roof. The slack from the cord loosen and Ross feebly untied it around her neck as he got off the top. Samantha was crying in both pain and thanks. But Ross was injured and unarmed against so many who now surrounded him and helping Edmund off the ground.
In the distance Dane managed to pull Elena back in the house taking four of the guys down but they already had Angela in the helicopter. The other four men were on the other side of the house. Slowly Dane approached the door and bullets stripped the siding as he cursed as shrapnel got into his fore arm. He was pinned god he hoped that phone call got to some one. That helicopter had Dane pinned there was nowhere he could go and the fact they had Angela drove him nuts he wanted to run out there but he be Swiss cheese before he knew it. A loud scream caught Dane’s attention as gunshots fired on the other side of the house. They killed his partner and Miss Storm that was enough for him to step out guns blazing as he ran along the house dodging the fray of bullets trailing behind him. Once around the corner a stray bullet caught his left calf and Dane went down to his side and took careful aim taking out two guys through the helmet.
Edmund and two other guys carried Storm towards the helicopter one of them went down from a stray shot to the neck. Edmund and the other tossed Storm into the Helicopter and immediately Edmund demand the chopper get off the ground now. As the helicopter rocked back and fourth the lights to a grand marquis turned on and Ross hit the gas. Dane fired off some pot shots at the front of the helicopter pilot causing glass to fill the pilot’s side. In seconds the helicopter lifted and Ross speed and turned side ramming the helicopter knocking it off balance several of the men and Storm falling out to the ground. The helicopter gained lift and began taking off. Hitting the gas again Ross open the door and picked up Storm cursing ash his whole left rib cage was covered in blood. Ross drove to the front of the house literally as careful as he could and Dane came up pulling Storm inside. Ross pulled back up and saw the Helicopter several feet off the ground. It had took off and Edmund stared down at Ross with cold menacing eyes and Ross returned the same as he hit reversed and ram the two remaining men one trying to get back up via zip line.
“You won this time Mon Ami, but the girl’s mine now. Shame you couldn’t stay down you live longer.” With that said Edmund pulled out a rifle and fired at the car as they took off into the distance.
Inside the house Dane winced in pain, Samantha was a little beat up but she was doing better than the rest. Dane looked sadden he couldn’t stop them from taking them when they gassed the place. They were specifically after Angela and Elena when he regained some consciousness he staggered up and started firing through the living room doorway. But it was growing hard to stay focus. Even now he could hear Samantha barking to free her and dragged himself to her he took a nasty wound to the left calf and began to remove her toe cuffs. Her ankle cuffs and wrist were still fasten tightly he knew she need a key for them all she could do was wriggle in front of him. Dane seemed to have passed out by her feet and she hoped to god Ross would get her out they needed help.
Elena groaned feeling her rope bondage lose and began to wriggle out. She stood up naked holding her head and eyed Storm still on the ground. Both stared at each other for a long moment and Elena’s smile turned wicked as she knelt by Samantha and stroke her breasts. Samantha bit her lower lip and cursed at Elena knowing how vulnerable she was now. A sudden boot to the face sent Elena unconscious on top of Storm and Ross stood there bleeding all over he seemed worst for wear and was limping toward Samantha with bar cutters and cut the short chains on her ankles and wrist. Storm looked at him as he offered a half hearted smile collapsing dropping the cutter to the floor. Storm grabbed hold of him and held him up taking him to the sofa.
Grabbing her phone she dialed a number. “This is agent Storm two men down. I repeat two. . . Ross? Ross!!!”
