(Techncially the prequelization to breaking fEatherstone to give readers a more indepth to the parts being posted.)
Ch.8
Time seemed irrelevant as Rose hung by the leather straps tied to a D ring in the ceiling. A spreader bar held her legs apart in her hog tie as her breasts stuck out off the cocoon she was tied in. Her head hung in exhaustion and shame but they still hadn’t broken the old warhorse. She grinned laughing they were torturing her inner thighs and her ass with damnable feathers again. Rose would go insane she whimper for them, beg, but they couldn’t get the small portion of herself she locked away. It was past the eight hour time limit. Dagger walked up and looked into Rose’s green eyes she was loosing herself but through all her suffering her smile now was more of the fact she won the game. Dagger tighten a fist her caramel features wrinkled her eyes slit and narrow Rose had won she had lasted out but it wasn’t the end. Dagger would have her squealing begging for her to listen to her when she called out to tell her the answers.
“Bravo Miss Rose, bravo I must say you are an excellent opponent. However you have caused me great dissatisfaction. Eight hours, you went through eight hours of tickling and only gave me your name, rank, and blood type. Bravo. Enjoy your small victory for the time you have. For now you will rest for four hours and we will resume till fatigue and exhaustion set in. I’m sure you are already aware what will happen. The mind is a fragile thing like a body it’s all fragile.” With that said Dagger raised her hands and Rose’s torturers untied her and dragged her naked body away though Rose still smiled not because of the feathery feeling along her nude form.
Dagger looked down ashamed she truly thought she would have broken her. The Master was thoroughly displeased and now the research is backed up eight hours. They would have to begin again till either they got the password or the hackers performed a miracle. Who would have thought they would have captured the pristine spy Elegant Rose it was amazing such legends were still alive it would have made her career too had she made such a worthy opponent break. Dagger sighed and looked down the hall the other Agent from Section 7 was screaming since her arrival. Lady Ramirez had more credit than anyone could have imagined it was almost frightening that the Master had condemned her for this evening to be Lady Ramirez’s toy as punishment. Exiting the room Dagger walked down to the hall to peek through the porthole of the examining room glass and stared wide eye at the scene before her.
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Four hrs from present day:
Over the vast ocean a helicopter lands on an isolated island its whirling blades hum low descending to a helipad masked by foliage from a jungle. As the helicopter becomes stationary two men hop out dragging an unconscious Angela Edmond stepping out arm in a sling as he limps following the men. Swiftly they make their way inside and soldiers began their sweep escorting them down the vast corridors of this fortress hidden with in the mountain range. Entering an elevator a commando calls out on his two way radio to Medical and another call to Prison. Edmond ground he was under a lot of medication and sedatives he had several broken his arm, collar bone, and ribs from that fall. Samantha Storm was much tougher than he anticipated but that man… Edmond growled low he never forgets that man’s face.
Quickly the two enter the Medical area Edmond finds Chloe beside him helping him to the emergency room. Her voice of concern was distant to him everything seemed to be on fire the Feather compounds inside the suit had depleted the mixture of painkillers kept him for most the night pain free but that woman Angela had to be tranquilize multiple times to keep her from injuring anymore men. Turning a corner he saw Ramirez and that annoying butler of his reaction time was sluggish but he managed to pull a pistol at her snarling Bartalo stood between him and Ramirez defending his mistress.
“Why in the name of the Devil is she freed?” And he pull the slide back now flipping the safety off.
Chloe placed her hand on her brother’s gun lowering it speaking softly in her own Creole accent. “Brutha, she is one of us now. The Master has accepted her don’t change what he promised you she suffered as long as I did and more she agreed to help and join us so we can all get back at Samantha and Section 7. You hate her but I can’t let you kill her not yet…”
Ramirez smiled coyly at him licking her lips flirtatiously almost tempted to use her new status as a Sister of Feather to torture him but he was in no condition. Her eyes lay on Angela she was reading the immediate report of their arrival it seemed they met with much heavier skilled resistance than anticipated. Eyeing the commandos she gestured to Bartalo to get the sleeping Angela which the strong man lifted over his shoulder and followed his Mistress. Edmond growled low as he was escorted into one of the facility medical rooms eyeing Ramirez Chloe simply held him up leading him there feeling slightly worried Edmond may betray the Master but even so her Master was above even her family they all knew this he was everything and with out him there was nothing.
Clacking of boots Ramirez’s riding boots clicked along the ceramic tiled floor of the fortress walking to her new earned quarters. Her torture under the Divas was excruciating but nothing had prepared her for The Master his own administration sent her too heights she could not imagine both pleasurable, sensual, and torture. When she had first begged him she did so defiantly and learned her error after a bit more she wanted him with all her heart his knowledge, his skill, his touch. There were some scary people in this world luckily she became friends with one of them. Passing to the prison floor from an elevator Ramirez tight leather pants and red blouse clung tightly the cold condition air was dissatisfactory to her looking about the golden hoops in her hair jingled her short black hair waved and cropped was relief from the long matted her she had a day ago touching a finger to ruby lips Ramirez calculated which torture room to use there was so many different new toys and things to try but she enjoyed the old fashion means.
Entering a room she gestured Bartalo to strap the woman on to one of the shackles tied to the ceiling beside it was one of those genealogical chairs ones you find in donating blood or medical facility. This one was outfitted however with a comfort texture and follows the spine to promote good blood flow. The end held a pair of red matching leather stocks with four holes eye bolts above them to secure toes with Velcro straps. What she loved most about this the hands could be braced into the back of the semi laying position as if the person had their hands behind their head comfortably and the positioning of seating could be altered for the bedding. Additional leather straps from the table were fastened above the knee, upper thighs, below the chest and forehead. A evil grin formed on Ramirez and faced Angela Featherstone.
Resting Angela’s red short hair sagged slightly she had put up quite a fight she was almost peaceful sleeping. Bartalo had fasten her wrists to the leather cuffs and held her up till Ramirez pulled her up to the desired height. A spread bar was placed but her cowboy boots prevented them to be put on. Ramirez enticingly stroked her calves red finger nails etched over till they found the boot loop and tug them off slowly. The woman wasn’t wearing any socks Ramirez disliked smelly feet but they hint of leather to them was intoxicating it took a bit of will not to take her then and secure the spreader bar. Angela’s jeans were those snug wrangler kinds and she wore some logoed T-shirt which forms well over her ample breasts. Gesturing Bartalo to leave Ramirez took in the sleeping beauty this was Samantha’s comrade oh how she was going to suffer till Storm came.
Angela stirred awake sleepily from soft touching some one was stroking her ass gently and she wiggled smirking slightly. A finger went over her belt buckle with the Texas flag on it and unbuckled it soft hands press against her curly mound the other reaching under her shirt she groaned purring and giggled. “Dane stop it.” As the touches didn’t stop Angela fluttered her eyes lazily she felt heavy and began to remember last night and wide eyed finding her wrists above her head and elgs spread bare toes barely touching the floor. “Oh shit…” Shakily she tried to look around and notice the hands touching her and began squirming and cursing. “God damn it let me go or I swear when I get out of here I’ll fuck you up!”
A sultry Latin laugh came from behind her as two hands held her breasts firmly under her bra tweaking her nipples. “Stop that ugh.” A soft voice whispered behind her left ear. “I am Lady Ramirez, Angela Featherstone I presume? I hear you are an interrogator poor dear you are but an amateur to me. I will have you begging me for anything and everything soon. It’s unenviable had it been Samantha you be safe back in your little base. This makes three section 7 members I gotten to torture so far you are about to be the fourth.” And with that said Ramirez nibbled Angela’s ear hearing a squeak leave she began to prod and test areas and Angela shuddered Samantha told her about Ramirez her whole file was one big whack job she didn’t care about the info just whom she could torture and for how long till they broke.
“I’m not afraid of you. When Samantha shows up she’s gonna kick your ass and then will be the ones tickling your tits bitch!” Angela shouted struggling more trying to get Ramirez’s probing hands from her body.
“There is no rescue there is no salvation I don’t care what you know but my new employer wishes to know the Access Codes to Section 7’s facility. And the bypass codes into your secured files. You’ll tell me trust me right now I just want to tickle you…” with that Ramirez’s hands shot into Angela’s unprotected armpits and traced circles against her shirt.
Taking a breathe Angela calmed herself closing her eyes softly she had training against this kind of torture it take a little more than foreplay to cause her to giggle like an idiots. Ramirez smirked sensing her challenge and zipped down Angela’s fly finger nails scratching along her waist and bare skin. It tickled slightly causing Angela to shudder but it wasn’t enough the stories Samantha shared were true Ramirez wasn’t some push over she had years of practice and above all an expertise. Angela cursed as Ramirez drew apart and down her jeans revealing her white bikini bottom soft hands trace around her belly button sensing for a tickling point to abuse and Ramirez measured every flinch and shake.
“I commend you for your training my little American friend however Angie its time for the real thing.” With that Ramirez went behind her and hooked her spreader bar to a chain and pulled till Angela was in the air diagonally this wasn’t good she was pulled taught and any means to move was almost none.
Wiggling her toes Angela struggled with every bit of strength she had to face facts there was no stopping this madwoman she could fight all the way or just let go. Hanging her head Angela remain silent then yelped as her ass was slapped and her belt removed. “Yee haw.” Ramirez teasing laughing and folding the belt smacked the tight leather along Angela’s arches with finesse like a whip. After seventeen strokes her feet sting and she cringed taking a breathe she new Ramirez was making them sensitive to points where the tickling would be more effective it was almost disappointing till her mouth gapped open and she had to cough to not let out a sensual groan. Ramirez kissed her feet softly the Latina had taken her toes between her lips and nibbled along them causing them to flex and spread a finger nail trailing her pink heels the soft white creamy outer skin and slender toes were soft just how Ramirez loved a woman’s foot.
Achingly her feet were one of three spots worst for Angela and Ramirez knew this by the way Angela’s calves were moving. Little by little the soft kisses came up to her ankles and Angela scrunched her toes shaking her head , she cursed Dane for giving her loving foot massages and foot worship and she tighten her ass trying to tense the feeling that was itching up from her feet away. A slow tearing sound came and Angela eyes widen as her jeans were being torn to shred until all she had beneath was her bikini bottom. “Damn you those were my favorite jeans…”
Ramirez grinned sadistically holding the belt and with both hands pull them tight with a snapping sound. “Bad girl, you know I haven’t even done this to Sam yet but you other agents keep getting in the damn way. Stupida if you only knew how much I want her.”
By the lust in Ramirez voice Angela knew the psyche evaluations of Samantha after that ordeal was something hence her training with her. It was just awesome how well she resisted how strong she was she admired her friend for her bravery. And a loud smack came across Angela’s ass as the belt hit then hit again till her cheeks were flushing red. “I… ouch…. Thought you were into tickling? What’s with this dominatrix shit? Man no wonder Samantha laughs at you.” Ramirez stopped her eyes narrowed she stalked in front of Angela hand holding her chin those eyes frighten Angie she knew she may have pressed the wrong damn button. With the same knife Ramirez cut open Angela’s shirt then snapped the middle of her bra. Too eagerly Ramirez took the flat of the leather belt and struck across Angela’s breast the skin turning pink like her nipples.
“Ahh shit! Shit! Damn you! Fuck you! I fucking will…ahhh!!!” screamed Angela as Ramirez whipped across her breasts for a good few seconds then her hand grabbed and fondle her breasts and between her fingers licked Angela’s nipples softly.
“Got me a real Texan girl mmm.” Again she did the a slight slapping of her breasts making them sensitive and ease them with soft licking Angela’s nipple torment caused her moan and she caught herself trying to resist making Ramirez smile with joy.
With a girlish smile Ramirez took her tan hands to Angela’s breasts rubbing them softly dropping the belt the Texan symbol hitting the ground was an offense and Angela cursed a storm before there was soft hiss and as the finger nails trailed around those nipples Angie cracked a smile and curse grinning wider Ramirez took all five nails tracing around Angela’s breasts and spot number two was found and Angela was flipping out she wreath squirmed and scrunched her toes. Ramirez came back to a table and Angela caught her breathe she shuddered knowing if she kept that up she probably lose it. Returning Ramirez had some strawberry scented lotion and stimulant oil a silver can and a set of feathers. Angela’s eyes watched the implements and the first was the lotions on her breast. Angela’s cheeks flushed the soft Latina woman’s hands were gentle and soothing to the stinging pain when she added the stimulant oils her nipples grew warm and she had to bite her lip from moaning. “Oh god…” Angela hung her head trembling she wasn’t going to whimper for this sadist. Then her worst fear happened. Flick…”Ngh.” Flick “No.” Flick. “P-please not that.” Caressing of her nipples and breasts caused them to harden and the powder on the feather was dusting her breasts a warmer feeling followed by itching. “Oh god you bitch!”
“I do not know which is worse Angela the fact you are ticklish in my favorite spots or that you being a fellow Ler know the worst of these techniques does the anticipation kill you or the application?” with that Ramirez left her sight and got behind her Angela wriggled her chest which was on fire the itching tickled and she shook her large breasts eagerly for relief even thought it was futile.
Tensing Angela could feel her toes being feathered the soft gentle stroke along her arch and toes corresponded with the tickling sensation in her chest her stomach felt sick as she grew cold sweats along her back. Then the worst came as Ramirez took two feathers one in each hand her right getting a slow stroke up and down her soft pink soles then her left having a feather saw between them. Angela cracked a grin and even she wasn’t prepared for this multiple tickling sensation as a wet tongue licked her pinky toe of her right foot finger nails torturing between her left toes. As soon as Ramirez took in her toes Angela whimpered biting her lip the slight hint of giggles coming out of her. Ramirez grinned wider and drew her teeth along Angela’s arch. “No not your teeth, Christ!” that did it and Ramirez scrabbled all ten of her fingers up and down angela convulsed and giggled letting out a torrent of curses before just laughing.
“N-no hahaahaaa god you are evil! No no not the teeth again not the teeth again! Nyaahahahahaaa heheh heh ohhh no not my feet.. pleahahaahaa.”
Tracing each wrinkle Ramires stood there with a smug smirk the Agent didn’t realize how patient she was and took the feather and itching powder dusting her feet and in between her toes. Angela literally screamed into new peels of laughter as Ramirez traced the feather up her legs to her pale ass and along her back. It coursed around her neck then to her ribs and over her belly. Ramirez especially played upon Angela’s belly button her whole body going pink and glowing. After Ninety minutes or so of this torture Angela had tears down her eyes and Ramirez would repeat this application over and over taking different paths slowly till Angela after almost another thirty minutes wet herself and hang her head crying and laughing.
“Tsk Miss Featherstone you soiled yourself.” Ramirez frowned and undid her bikini bottom Angela now lay bare for Ramirez to see. Taking in the sight was a tall American woman with curvy breasts hung taught like a bug trap in a web her little carpet matched the drapes of her hair and the carpet above her woman hood was a cute little heart shape.
Going to the tool cabinet Ramirez came back in front of the giggling Angela who shook her head she hadn’t even begun to plead for mercy or anything but she did ask for water and Ramirez smiled softly setting the tools down. Angela’s eyes widened and she renewed her struggle there was a multi soft budded dildo, a vibrator more stimulant oil and an ostrich feather. Angela just stared at the implements Ramirez didn’t care about building up she got right to business. Ramirez held a small bottle of water with a straw and allowed Angela to drink. After a few sips Angela spat the water onto Ramirez who scowled there was something funny about the water. Angela’s nerves felt more receptive loose like she could suddenly feel every inch of her body.
“What did you hehee do…?” Angela said softly feeling almost high.
Ramirez took the ostrich feather along her breasts and she nearly bent herself into a ball as she wailed her body was more receptive than she could imagine. “I administered Feather into your body. Trust me I know how you feel I was given it. Your nerve endings are now far more receptive the application of Feather leaves a ticklish sensation but its many uses are amazing. Sadly this is peddle street market version all its good for is dating, a high, and torture. I’ll demonstrate…”
Ramirez took a soft terry cloth and wiped away at Angela’s pussy and Angela literally moaned she couldn’t believe how soft or good it felt her brain registered it shouldn’t but did and she whimpered. “Wow you are very receptive in the feet, breasts, and womanhood chica oh we are going to have fun my love…” Ramirez literally purred rubbing her hands immediately on Angela’s ass and she purred against her inner thighs and it made Angela wet and the heady scent caught Ramirez attention and spoke softly to her pussy taunting words and how she was going to torture her. Angela just couldn’t resist giggling as Ramirez traced her finger nails slowly against the pouty lips and number three was found. “I hope my love you are ready to fear me.”
Angela whimpered shuddering as she felt Ramirez’s probing fingers enter her stimulant oil was spread slowly and soothingly it caused her to arch her back and Angela screamed she was suffering now as she felt that dildo placed inside her and strap to her thighs unable to move it. “Let’s begin with level one. Ten orgasms then I tickle the hell out of you my dear. Then ten more and another…” Angela’s toes scrunched tightly as the dildo came alive vibrating the drug made her all the more receptive it felt like a million tiny feathers tickling the center of her passion. Insanity ensued as Ramirez parted Angela’s lips and with the feather stroked her clit ever so softly.
“Ngh uhh ohhhahahahaahaaa I hate you! I fuhahahaaaa haahahaaate you! N-no more… stop this!” Angela shouted and squirmed.
Achingly Ramirez stroke that feather so softly over Angela’s love button her teeth clench and her toes as she felt the warming sensation between her legs she hung her head whimpering and blurted out in guffaws as Ramirez took her mound between her lips and gummed at it while a fingers scratched at her inner thighs. Angela’s thighs clenched and her toes tightened till they popped and Angela found herself moaning loudly and grinding mix with peels of laughter as Ramirez’s raking nails caught her inner thighs and she released mewling like a kitten and panted but Ramirez smiled licking her lips as juices dripped onto the floor with sweat and came at Angela’s front Feathers in hand again fluffing her hard nipples and turned on the vibrations to its second setting. Grinning there was a lust in Ramirez’s eyes as she licked her lips and took Angela’s lips to her own and Angela could only blush laughing against her lips as her nipples were tickled softly soft fingers tracing at the tips.
“You’re all mine and when Samantha arrives mehita you’ll help me break her. You’ll give me everything about her anything I want. We have a long evening together Angela and when it’s over it’ll begin again till you realize there’s nope hope, no means of changing what’s fallen to you. You are now mine I am your mistress now and you’ll learn to call me that from now on.” And Ramirez lowered out of sight and Angela sobbed this was far more insane than any training session or even Samantha’s stories.
“S-Samanthahahahahaaa save..N-no…. please not the toes no mor… not the toes!” Angela cried out pleadingly before she hung her head crying.
Almost three hours and Angela ached she had nine orgasm and the vibrator was on level three Ramirez was sweating and undid her blouse her tan breasts barely covered by the lose cloth and she stared at Angela’s desperate eyes. She hadn’t broken her yet but she was good she had completely given her self to the torture and ironed her will. It was a good psyche tactic but Ramirez new better Angela looked at her the red head hung her head looking away. A coy grin came and with a sadistic thought took out the itching powder and dashed it along her back and between her ass rights to her toes. Then generous amounts were applied to her crotch and her breasts. Angela howled shaking with abandon the evil powder was working her over and Ramirez wasn’t done she squirted that stimulant oil and got a horsehair brush and smeared the powder and oil right into her skin.
Screams and howling came Angel felt her throat getting rough eventually she come again as her breasts were on fire and Ramirez pulled a soft chair towards Angela’s chest. Crossing her legs and exposing her breasts for Angela too see the dark brown nipples were hard and she bit on her pinky finger which her hand held her chin propped eyeing her new toy. With a pink ostrich feather she fans those red hard nipples. “Beg. Beg me to remove it from your breasts. Call me Mistress Ramirez and I’ll take a little pity on you.” Angela convulsed again her inner walls were moist and her eyes rolled back the dildo lodged far enough for her G-spot to be jeopardize and Ramirez quickly got to her feet to scrabble all ten fingers along her arch. The most beautiful sound came from Angela a mixture of pleasurable ticklish passion as she laughed with out fear and took it in this was the roughest orgasm she had ever had in her life. It was like a Rottweiler held its teeth around her neck and flailed her about. Moaning she collapsed going limp her body sagged but Ramirez merely smiled leaving her bathed in powder and the dildo. “Sleep for now in five minutes you’ll be mine again after your second orgasm.”
Ch.8
Time seemed irrelevant as Rose hung by the leather straps tied to a D ring in the ceiling. A spreader bar held her legs apart in her hog tie as her breasts stuck out off the cocoon she was tied in. Her head hung in exhaustion and shame but they still hadn’t broken the old warhorse. She grinned laughing they were torturing her inner thighs and her ass with damnable feathers again. Rose would go insane she whimper for them, beg, but they couldn’t get the small portion of herself she locked away. It was past the eight hour time limit. Dagger walked up and looked into Rose’s green eyes she was loosing herself but through all her suffering her smile now was more of the fact she won the game. Dagger tighten a fist her caramel features wrinkled her eyes slit and narrow Rose had won she had lasted out but it wasn’t the end. Dagger would have her squealing begging for her to listen to her when she called out to tell her the answers.
“Bravo Miss Rose, bravo I must say you are an excellent opponent. However you have caused me great dissatisfaction. Eight hours, you went through eight hours of tickling and only gave me your name, rank, and blood type. Bravo. Enjoy your small victory for the time you have. For now you will rest for four hours and we will resume till fatigue and exhaustion set in. I’m sure you are already aware what will happen. The mind is a fragile thing like a body it’s all fragile.” With that said Dagger raised her hands and Rose’s torturers untied her and dragged her naked body away though Rose still smiled not because of the feathery feeling along her nude form.
Dagger looked down ashamed she truly thought she would have broken her. The Master was thoroughly displeased and now the research is backed up eight hours. They would have to begin again till either they got the password or the hackers performed a miracle. Who would have thought they would have captured the pristine spy Elegant Rose it was amazing such legends were still alive it would have made her career too had she made such a worthy opponent break. Dagger sighed and looked down the hall the other Agent from Section 7 was screaming since her arrival. Lady Ramirez had more credit than anyone could have imagined it was almost frightening that the Master had condemned her for this evening to be Lady Ramirez’s toy as punishment. Exiting the room Dagger walked down to the hall to peek through the porthole of the examining room glass and stared wide eye at the scene before her.
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Four hrs from present day:
Over the vast ocean a helicopter lands on an isolated island its whirling blades hum low descending to a helipad masked by foliage from a jungle. As the helicopter becomes stationary two men hop out dragging an unconscious Angela Edmond stepping out arm in a sling as he limps following the men. Swiftly they make their way inside and soldiers began their sweep escorting them down the vast corridors of this fortress hidden with in the mountain range. Entering an elevator a commando calls out on his two way radio to Medical and another call to Prison. Edmond ground he was under a lot of medication and sedatives he had several broken his arm, collar bone, and ribs from that fall. Samantha Storm was much tougher than he anticipated but that man… Edmond growled low he never forgets that man’s face.
Quickly the two enter the Medical area Edmond finds Chloe beside him helping him to the emergency room. Her voice of concern was distant to him everything seemed to be on fire the Feather compounds inside the suit had depleted the mixture of painkillers kept him for most the night pain free but that woman Angela had to be tranquilize multiple times to keep her from injuring anymore men. Turning a corner he saw Ramirez and that annoying butler of his reaction time was sluggish but he managed to pull a pistol at her snarling Bartalo stood between him and Ramirez defending his mistress.
“Why in the name of the Devil is she freed?” And he pull the slide back now flipping the safety off.
Chloe placed her hand on her brother’s gun lowering it speaking softly in her own Creole accent. “Brutha, she is one of us now. The Master has accepted her don’t change what he promised you she suffered as long as I did and more she agreed to help and join us so we can all get back at Samantha and Section 7. You hate her but I can’t let you kill her not yet…”
Ramirez smiled coyly at him licking her lips flirtatiously almost tempted to use her new status as a Sister of Feather to torture him but he was in no condition. Her eyes lay on Angela she was reading the immediate report of their arrival it seemed they met with much heavier skilled resistance than anticipated. Eyeing the commandos she gestured to Bartalo to get the sleeping Angela which the strong man lifted over his shoulder and followed his Mistress. Edmond growled low as he was escorted into one of the facility medical rooms eyeing Ramirez Chloe simply held him up leading him there feeling slightly worried Edmond may betray the Master but even so her Master was above even her family they all knew this he was everything and with out him there was nothing.
Clacking of boots Ramirez’s riding boots clicked along the ceramic tiled floor of the fortress walking to her new earned quarters. Her torture under the Divas was excruciating but nothing had prepared her for The Master his own administration sent her too heights she could not imagine both pleasurable, sensual, and torture. When she had first begged him she did so defiantly and learned her error after a bit more she wanted him with all her heart his knowledge, his skill, his touch. There were some scary people in this world luckily she became friends with one of them. Passing to the prison floor from an elevator Ramirez tight leather pants and red blouse clung tightly the cold condition air was dissatisfactory to her looking about the golden hoops in her hair jingled her short black hair waved and cropped was relief from the long matted her she had a day ago touching a finger to ruby lips Ramirez calculated which torture room to use there was so many different new toys and things to try but she enjoyed the old fashion means.
Entering a room she gestured Bartalo to strap the woman on to one of the shackles tied to the ceiling beside it was one of those genealogical chairs ones you find in donating blood or medical facility. This one was outfitted however with a comfort texture and follows the spine to promote good blood flow. The end held a pair of red matching leather stocks with four holes eye bolts above them to secure toes with Velcro straps. What she loved most about this the hands could be braced into the back of the semi laying position as if the person had their hands behind their head comfortably and the positioning of seating could be altered for the bedding. Additional leather straps from the table were fastened above the knee, upper thighs, below the chest and forehead. A evil grin formed on Ramirez and faced Angela Featherstone.
Resting Angela’s red short hair sagged slightly she had put up quite a fight she was almost peaceful sleeping. Bartalo had fasten her wrists to the leather cuffs and held her up till Ramirez pulled her up to the desired height. A spread bar was placed but her cowboy boots prevented them to be put on. Ramirez enticingly stroked her calves red finger nails etched over till they found the boot loop and tug them off slowly. The woman wasn’t wearing any socks Ramirez disliked smelly feet but they hint of leather to them was intoxicating it took a bit of will not to take her then and secure the spreader bar. Angela’s jeans were those snug wrangler kinds and she wore some logoed T-shirt which forms well over her ample breasts. Gesturing Bartalo to leave Ramirez took in the sleeping beauty this was Samantha’s comrade oh how she was going to suffer till Storm came.
Angela stirred awake sleepily from soft touching some one was stroking her ass gently and she wiggled smirking slightly. A finger went over her belt buckle with the Texas flag on it and unbuckled it soft hands press against her curly mound the other reaching under her shirt she groaned purring and giggled. “Dane stop it.” As the touches didn’t stop Angela fluttered her eyes lazily she felt heavy and began to remember last night and wide eyed finding her wrists above her head and elgs spread bare toes barely touching the floor. “Oh shit…” Shakily she tried to look around and notice the hands touching her and began squirming and cursing. “God damn it let me go or I swear when I get out of here I’ll fuck you up!”
A sultry Latin laugh came from behind her as two hands held her breasts firmly under her bra tweaking her nipples. “Stop that ugh.” A soft voice whispered behind her left ear. “I am Lady Ramirez, Angela Featherstone I presume? I hear you are an interrogator poor dear you are but an amateur to me. I will have you begging me for anything and everything soon. It’s unenviable had it been Samantha you be safe back in your little base. This makes three section 7 members I gotten to torture so far you are about to be the fourth.” And with that said Ramirez nibbled Angela’s ear hearing a squeak leave she began to prod and test areas and Angela shuddered Samantha told her about Ramirez her whole file was one big whack job she didn’t care about the info just whom she could torture and for how long till they broke.
“I’m not afraid of you. When Samantha shows up she’s gonna kick your ass and then will be the ones tickling your tits bitch!” Angela shouted struggling more trying to get Ramirez’s probing hands from her body.
“There is no rescue there is no salvation I don’t care what you know but my new employer wishes to know the Access Codes to Section 7’s facility. And the bypass codes into your secured files. You’ll tell me trust me right now I just want to tickle you…” with that Ramirez’s hands shot into Angela’s unprotected armpits and traced circles against her shirt.
Taking a breathe Angela calmed herself closing her eyes softly she had training against this kind of torture it take a little more than foreplay to cause her to giggle like an idiots. Ramirez smirked sensing her challenge and zipped down Angela’s fly finger nails scratching along her waist and bare skin. It tickled slightly causing Angela to shudder but it wasn’t enough the stories Samantha shared were true Ramirez wasn’t some push over she had years of practice and above all an expertise. Angela cursed as Ramirez drew apart and down her jeans revealing her white bikini bottom soft hands trace around her belly button sensing for a tickling point to abuse and Ramirez measured every flinch and shake.
“I commend you for your training my little American friend however Angie its time for the real thing.” With that Ramirez went behind her and hooked her spreader bar to a chain and pulled till Angela was in the air diagonally this wasn’t good she was pulled taught and any means to move was almost none.
Wiggling her toes Angela struggled with every bit of strength she had to face facts there was no stopping this madwoman she could fight all the way or just let go. Hanging her head Angela remain silent then yelped as her ass was slapped and her belt removed. “Yee haw.” Ramirez teasing laughing and folding the belt smacked the tight leather along Angela’s arches with finesse like a whip. After seventeen strokes her feet sting and she cringed taking a breathe she new Ramirez was making them sensitive to points where the tickling would be more effective it was almost disappointing till her mouth gapped open and she had to cough to not let out a sensual groan. Ramirez kissed her feet softly the Latina had taken her toes between her lips and nibbled along them causing them to flex and spread a finger nail trailing her pink heels the soft white creamy outer skin and slender toes were soft just how Ramirez loved a woman’s foot.
Achingly her feet were one of three spots worst for Angela and Ramirez knew this by the way Angela’s calves were moving. Little by little the soft kisses came up to her ankles and Angela scrunched her toes shaking her head , she cursed Dane for giving her loving foot massages and foot worship and she tighten her ass trying to tense the feeling that was itching up from her feet away. A slow tearing sound came and Angela eyes widen as her jeans were being torn to shred until all she had beneath was her bikini bottom. “Damn you those were my favorite jeans…”
Ramirez grinned sadistically holding the belt and with both hands pull them tight with a snapping sound. “Bad girl, you know I haven’t even done this to Sam yet but you other agents keep getting in the damn way. Stupida if you only knew how much I want her.”
By the lust in Ramirez voice Angela knew the psyche evaluations of Samantha after that ordeal was something hence her training with her. It was just awesome how well she resisted how strong she was she admired her friend for her bravery. And a loud smack came across Angela’s ass as the belt hit then hit again till her cheeks were flushing red. “I… ouch…. Thought you were into tickling? What’s with this dominatrix shit? Man no wonder Samantha laughs at you.” Ramirez stopped her eyes narrowed she stalked in front of Angela hand holding her chin those eyes frighten Angie she knew she may have pressed the wrong damn button. With the same knife Ramirez cut open Angela’s shirt then snapped the middle of her bra. Too eagerly Ramirez took the flat of the leather belt and struck across Angela’s breast the skin turning pink like her nipples.
“Ahh shit! Shit! Damn you! Fuck you! I fucking will…ahhh!!!” screamed Angela as Ramirez whipped across her breasts for a good few seconds then her hand grabbed and fondle her breasts and between her fingers licked Angela’s nipples softly.
“Got me a real Texan girl mmm.” Again she did the a slight slapping of her breasts making them sensitive and ease them with soft licking Angela’s nipple torment caused her moan and she caught herself trying to resist making Ramirez smile with joy.
With a girlish smile Ramirez took her tan hands to Angela’s breasts rubbing them softly dropping the belt the Texan symbol hitting the ground was an offense and Angela cursed a storm before there was soft hiss and as the finger nails trailed around those nipples Angie cracked a smile and curse grinning wider Ramirez took all five nails tracing around Angela’s breasts and spot number two was found and Angela was flipping out she wreath squirmed and scrunched her toes. Ramirez came back to a table and Angela caught her breathe she shuddered knowing if she kept that up she probably lose it. Returning Ramirez had some strawberry scented lotion and stimulant oil a silver can and a set of feathers. Angela’s eyes watched the implements and the first was the lotions on her breast. Angela’s cheeks flushed the soft Latina woman’s hands were gentle and soothing to the stinging pain when she added the stimulant oils her nipples grew warm and she had to bite her lip from moaning. “Oh god…” Angela hung her head trembling she wasn’t going to whimper for this sadist. Then her worst fear happened. Flick…”Ngh.” Flick “No.” Flick. “P-please not that.” Caressing of her nipples and breasts caused them to harden and the powder on the feather was dusting her breasts a warmer feeling followed by itching. “Oh god you bitch!”
“I do not know which is worse Angela the fact you are ticklish in my favorite spots or that you being a fellow Ler know the worst of these techniques does the anticipation kill you or the application?” with that Ramirez left her sight and got behind her Angela wriggled her chest which was on fire the itching tickled and she shook her large breasts eagerly for relief even thought it was futile.
Tensing Angela could feel her toes being feathered the soft gentle stroke along her arch and toes corresponded with the tickling sensation in her chest her stomach felt sick as she grew cold sweats along her back. Then the worst came as Ramirez took two feathers one in each hand her right getting a slow stroke up and down her soft pink soles then her left having a feather saw between them. Angela cracked a grin and even she wasn’t prepared for this multiple tickling sensation as a wet tongue licked her pinky toe of her right foot finger nails torturing between her left toes. As soon as Ramirez took in her toes Angela whimpered biting her lip the slight hint of giggles coming out of her. Ramirez grinned wider and drew her teeth along Angela’s arch. “No not your teeth, Christ!” that did it and Ramirez scrabbled all ten of her fingers up and down angela convulsed and giggled letting out a torrent of curses before just laughing.
“N-no hahaahaaa god you are evil! No no not the teeth again not the teeth again! Nyaahahahahaaa heheh heh ohhh no not my feet.. pleahahaahaa.”
Tracing each wrinkle Ramires stood there with a smug smirk the Agent didn’t realize how patient she was and took the feather and itching powder dusting her feet and in between her toes. Angela literally screamed into new peels of laughter as Ramirez traced the feather up her legs to her pale ass and along her back. It coursed around her neck then to her ribs and over her belly. Ramirez especially played upon Angela’s belly button her whole body going pink and glowing. After Ninety minutes or so of this torture Angela had tears down her eyes and Ramirez would repeat this application over and over taking different paths slowly till Angela after almost another thirty minutes wet herself and hang her head crying and laughing.
“Tsk Miss Featherstone you soiled yourself.” Ramirez frowned and undid her bikini bottom Angela now lay bare for Ramirez to see. Taking in the sight was a tall American woman with curvy breasts hung taught like a bug trap in a web her little carpet matched the drapes of her hair and the carpet above her woman hood was a cute little heart shape.
Going to the tool cabinet Ramirez came back in front of the giggling Angela who shook her head she hadn’t even begun to plead for mercy or anything but she did ask for water and Ramirez smiled softly setting the tools down. Angela’s eyes widened and she renewed her struggle there was a multi soft budded dildo, a vibrator more stimulant oil and an ostrich feather. Angela just stared at the implements Ramirez didn’t care about building up she got right to business. Ramirez held a small bottle of water with a straw and allowed Angela to drink. After a few sips Angela spat the water onto Ramirez who scowled there was something funny about the water. Angela’s nerves felt more receptive loose like she could suddenly feel every inch of her body.
“What did you hehee do…?” Angela said softly feeling almost high.
Ramirez took the ostrich feather along her breasts and she nearly bent herself into a ball as she wailed her body was more receptive than she could imagine. “I administered Feather into your body. Trust me I know how you feel I was given it. Your nerve endings are now far more receptive the application of Feather leaves a ticklish sensation but its many uses are amazing. Sadly this is peddle street market version all its good for is dating, a high, and torture. I’ll demonstrate…”
Ramirez took a soft terry cloth and wiped away at Angela’s pussy and Angela literally moaned she couldn’t believe how soft or good it felt her brain registered it shouldn’t but did and she whimpered. “Wow you are very receptive in the feet, breasts, and womanhood chica oh we are going to have fun my love…” Ramirez literally purred rubbing her hands immediately on Angela’s ass and she purred against her inner thighs and it made Angela wet and the heady scent caught Ramirez attention and spoke softly to her pussy taunting words and how she was going to torture her. Angela just couldn’t resist giggling as Ramirez traced her finger nails slowly against the pouty lips and number three was found. “I hope my love you are ready to fear me.”
Angela whimpered shuddering as she felt Ramirez’s probing fingers enter her stimulant oil was spread slowly and soothingly it caused her to arch her back and Angela screamed she was suffering now as she felt that dildo placed inside her and strap to her thighs unable to move it. “Let’s begin with level one. Ten orgasms then I tickle the hell out of you my dear. Then ten more and another…” Angela’s toes scrunched tightly as the dildo came alive vibrating the drug made her all the more receptive it felt like a million tiny feathers tickling the center of her passion. Insanity ensued as Ramirez parted Angela’s lips and with the feather stroked her clit ever so softly.
“Ngh uhh ohhhahahahaahaaa I hate you! I fuhahahaaaa haahahaaate you! N-no more… stop this!” Angela shouted and squirmed.
Achingly Ramirez stroke that feather so softly over Angela’s love button her teeth clench and her toes as she felt the warming sensation between her legs she hung her head whimpering and blurted out in guffaws as Ramirez took her mound between her lips and gummed at it while a fingers scratched at her inner thighs. Angela’s thighs clenched and her toes tightened till they popped and Angela found herself moaning loudly and grinding mix with peels of laughter as Ramirez’s raking nails caught her inner thighs and she released mewling like a kitten and panted but Ramirez smiled licking her lips as juices dripped onto the floor with sweat and came at Angela’s front Feathers in hand again fluffing her hard nipples and turned on the vibrations to its second setting. Grinning there was a lust in Ramirez’s eyes as she licked her lips and took Angela’s lips to her own and Angela could only blush laughing against her lips as her nipples were tickled softly soft fingers tracing at the tips.
“You’re all mine and when Samantha arrives mehita you’ll help me break her. You’ll give me everything about her anything I want. We have a long evening together Angela and when it’s over it’ll begin again till you realize there’s nope hope, no means of changing what’s fallen to you. You are now mine I am your mistress now and you’ll learn to call me that from now on.” And Ramirez lowered out of sight and Angela sobbed this was far more insane than any training session or even Samantha’s stories.
“S-Samanthahahahahaaa save..N-no…. please not the toes no mor… not the toes!” Angela cried out pleadingly before she hung her head crying.
Almost three hours and Angela ached she had nine orgasm and the vibrator was on level three Ramirez was sweating and undid her blouse her tan breasts barely covered by the lose cloth and she stared at Angela’s desperate eyes. She hadn’t broken her yet but she was good she had completely given her self to the torture and ironed her will. It was a good psyche tactic but Ramirez new better Angela looked at her the red head hung her head looking away. A coy grin came and with a sadistic thought took out the itching powder and dashed it along her back and between her ass rights to her toes. Then generous amounts were applied to her crotch and her breasts. Angela howled shaking with abandon the evil powder was working her over and Ramirez wasn’t done she squirted that stimulant oil and got a horsehair brush and smeared the powder and oil right into her skin.
Screams and howling came Angel felt her throat getting rough eventually she come again as her breasts were on fire and Ramirez pulled a soft chair towards Angela’s chest. Crossing her legs and exposing her breasts for Angela too see the dark brown nipples were hard and she bit on her pinky finger which her hand held her chin propped eyeing her new toy. With a pink ostrich feather she fans those red hard nipples. “Beg. Beg me to remove it from your breasts. Call me Mistress Ramirez and I’ll take a little pity on you.” Angela convulsed again her inner walls were moist and her eyes rolled back the dildo lodged far enough for her G-spot to be jeopardize and Ramirez quickly got to her feet to scrabble all ten fingers along her arch. The most beautiful sound came from Angela a mixture of pleasurable ticklish passion as she laughed with out fear and took it in this was the roughest orgasm she had ever had in her life. It was like a Rottweiler held its teeth around her neck and flailed her about. Moaning she collapsed going limp her body sagged but Ramirez merely smiled leaving her bathed in powder and the dildo. “Sleep for now in five minutes you’ll be mine again after your second orgasm.”
), you really are getting good at this. The passion shows. The action itself is devilishly hot but you're writing is getting better as a whole. I loved all the little details you've began peppering your stories with: The clicking of boot heels along a floor, the cold of the air and how it effects what she's wearing, the contraptions, all the wonderful fight and spirit the girls have - everything adds up, everything brushes the tale with atmosphere that just layers upon the kink itself. All in all, I really, really enjoyed this. It's short, tense and held my attention throughout. Great work man.
