As promised, here's the next part of the story. Hope people enjoy it!
Operative in Danger - Part 2
Laughter poured forth out of the private interrogation chamber of the Cabal base on the second moon orbiting Regulon IV. Those who passed the door knew what it meant: another prisoner was being interrogated, with favorable results.
“Now, then,” said Gina inside the chamber, smiling as her fingernails flew across her captive’s feet effortlessly, “Tell us more about your access codes.”
The woman tied to the rack cackled with insane laughter, trying desperately to form the words that would save her ticklish feet from the inhumane tortures inflicted on them for the last hour. Gina knew that if she slowed her tickling, she might give her captive more room to talk. But where was the fun in that? she thought with a smile. She continued to stroke and prod the shackled feet with lightning speed, her fingertips slipping across the oiled surfaces and relishing every new scream of laughter that her manipulations brought forth.
At last, the woman managed to scream out a series of codes, taking every last ounce of her strength just to say the words that would save her. Gina took note of them, smiling as she did so. Her torture practices had been flawless again. It was time to finish the job, she thought with no small amount of satisfaction. This was always her favorite part.
Of the many interrogation practices taught to her by the Cabal, one of the most important was how to keep a tickled victim conscious through the most unbearable tickling by the use of certain subtle safeguards. But now, her victim had exhausted her usefulness. Gina smiled, and threw her safeguards to the wind. Ten merciless fingers attacked the captive soles, no longer trying to prolong her suffering but to tickle her unconscious as fast as possible. She attacked with sheer ruthlessness, scratching the most ticklish spots her survey had discovered, with all her skill as a Cabal tickler. In minutes, a final orgasmic gasp came from her victim, and her body went limp. Gina looked lustily down at her, in particular at her perfectly pedicured bare feet. This one had been a pleasure.
Gina stepped out of the chamber, very pleased with herself. It had been months since the Bureau of Interstellar Criminal Prevention had assigned her as a secret agent to infiltrate the Cabal on this planet, and so far it had gone perfectly. She had gained access in record time, and she had learned much of their secret practices. One of the most satisfying, of course, was the interrogations. Gina took a guilty pleasure in administering tickle torture to their captured enemies. When she first came here, she had taken to it instantly, and Caitlin, the base leader, had noticed this and trained her until she had become one of their top interrogators. She knew that many of her sisters were afraid of her, knowing that her skill and ruthlessness as a tickler was matched only by Caitlin herself.
“Interrogation go well?” asked a voice down the hallway. It was Caitlin, walking towards her with a look of approval. She must have heard the telltale sounds of mad laughter. Caitlin was an extremely attractive woman, and much stronger than it would have seemed from her size and feminine build. Her silver-grey ocular implants, a piece of illegal bio-technology, rotated slightly as Caitlin surveyed her favorite interrogator.
“Extremely well,” said Gina with a smile. “I’ve just got to verify these access codes, and then I’ll have them sent directly to you.” Gina knew this was not necessary, the codes were genuine. With a trained torturer’s sense, she could tell when a woman was too far lost in hysterics to even think about lying. Her captive had been that way. She had been tickled so mercilessly that she was incapable of lying. But protocol was protocol, and she had to verify them personally before submitting them.
“You seem to have quite a knack for this, Gina,” said Caitlin with a knowing smile. “I don’t know if you’ve ever told me whether you ever had any practice in this before.”
As a matter of fact, she did. Gina, like all other Bureau recruits, had learned her basic tickling techniques in mandatory self-defense classes at the Academy. But of course, she could not say this. “No,” she smiled back, “Not before you taught me, of course. I had the best teacher, after all.”
Lying to Caitlin was always a perilous ordeal. Those ocular implants allowed her to see even more than ordinary eyes could. They provided her with an analysis of any subject that was as precise as a lie detector. By monitoring certain body functions, she could tell if anyone was lying. Gina had been specially trained by the Bureau to fool this device, an effort requiring great personal control. It had taken her months to reach such a level of self-mastery that she could repress any telltale bodily signs of lying, such as blushing or increased blood pressure. But every time she spoke to Caitlin she was afraid it might not be enough.
Luckily, it appeared that it was this time. “Hmm, I suppose I can’t argue with that,” she said, not impervious to flattery. “Verify those codes and then come down to see me in the briefing room after that. I have a special job for you.”
As Caitlin walked away, Gina wondered what this special job could be. Perhaps the sort of lead they needed to bring down the Cabal once and for all, she hoped. It would be a pity. She had enjoyed her time here.
Gina exited the building and walked down the streets of the main city of the moon. With the atmospheric bubble surrounding it, it was almost like being on the planet. The only difference was that at this time of year, very little sunlight got through to this side of the moon, shrouding the city in perpetual twilight. Artificial illumination lit the way as Gina walked down the street to the communications center. In darkness such as this, the mind tended to play tricks on you. It almost seemed like there were dark shapes following her in the alleys as she walked past.
She turned the corner, and then she definitely heard something behind her. She quickly swiveled around to face it, and just as quickly she felt something behind her. She drew her weapon and pointed it in front of her. “I hear you!” she declared to steady her nerves, and immediately realized she had made a mistake in giving herself away.
Suddenly, before she could move, Gina felt a pair of hands behind her quickly dart forwards. With her arms extended, they plunged into her exposed underarms and began digging into her skin! Gina squealed with laughter and dropped her weapon. “Eeeehehehehehe!! Stop! Staahahahahahap!!” she laughed as she tried to shake herself loose. But whoever it was, they had a firm grip on her, wiggling their fingernails underneath her arms and turning her muscles to jelly despite her efforts to fight back!
Suddenly she felt the person behind her deliver a well-placed kick to her legs. The sudden shock knocked her feet out from under her, but before she could collapse, another shadowy figure darted out from a corner to grab her ankles before she fell. Now she was being supported by two assailants, and as one continued to squeeze and tickle her sides, she felt the other pair of hands undoing her boots! She shrieked as much with fear as with ticklishness.
“Whahahahahahat are you doing? Hahahahahahaha!! Let me gohohohohoho!!” Gina screamed as tried without success to break free. Her mysterious attackers had her exactly where they wanted her. In seconds, Gina felt one of her boots plucked from her feet and discarded on the ground. The other quickly followed it, leaving her bare feet wriggling in the hands of this unseen assailant. Gina’s mind frantically went through a list of her enemies who might have staged an attack like this on her, and woefully, it was too long to even guess at who these mysterious ticklers might be.
Suddenly, Gina’s world was thrown into chaos by a single motion from her attackers. A single finger gently slid across her arches, immediately reducing Gina to wild hysterics. The attacker at her feet held up both her ankles with a single hand, using the other to scratch the soles of her unbearably ticklish feet! Meanwhile, the attacker holding her upper body was making full use of their position: sliding underneath her blouse, their hands were digging into her underarms, squeezing her ribs, and tickling her breasts until she was hoarse with laughter. Both of them were incredibly strong, holding her above the ground like a cut of meat while their free hands exploited every ticklish weakness on her body.
“Noohohohohohoho!!! Not the feeheheheheheheet!! No!! Aaahahahahahahahaha!!” Gina screamed, and her insane cackling was becoming so loud that she thought someone had to hear! Someone had to come and rescue her from this horrible tickling! She thrashed and flopped about helplessly, trying to free herself, but her attackers held her too well. Desperately she pleaded, begging them to let her go, promising money, favors, anything to end this torture! But neither of them said a word, standing safely in their shrouds of anonymity, with their devilish fingers finding worse and worse spots to tickle every second! Gina’s feet were the worst, and five fingers alone given free reign of her soles could easily have reduced her to a babbling mess. But the tickler working on her underarms was also an expert, and with a single hand it felt like hundreds of fingers were squeezing and prodding her sensitive skin!
Her eyes awash in tears and her hearing drowned out by the sound of her own laughter, Gina could barely see more shadowy figures approach, pouring out of every shadowy crevasse and alleyway like figures from a nightmare. It was an ambush! Gina had barely enough presence of mind to realize that they must have known where to find her! But this train of thought was derailed as the figures began approaching her purposefully. Ticklish terror spread through her mind like a storm cloud on the horizon, blocking out all lucidity. They were going to tickle her, and she was helpless to stop them.
Then, hands suddenly enveloped her. She felt dozens of hands all over her: wandering fingers which took hold of every article of clothing she was wearing. Even the hands tickling her feet and underarms paused in their work to attend to this new task. She felt two hands quickly unbutton her blouse as another pair lifted it off her, all the work of a second. Just as quickly, her bra was removed, leaving her large, round breasts bouncing gently in the cool night air. Two more hands slipped themselves under the waist of her pants, and a second later, they too were on the ground, leaving Gina in a skimpy pair of panties, at the mercy of her assailants. They looked down at her, their bright glittering eyes standing out over the silhouette of their dark, hooded forms. A gleam of anticipation shone in them.
Panting and gasping for breath, Gina opened her mouth to say something. She did not even know what she was going to say, but terror forced her to do something, anything, to prevent the inevitable! But no words came forth: what came instead was an unbroken howl of laughter, echoing off the stone walls of the buildings around her and up to the heavens, as all of the hands suddenly dug into her pliant flesh and tickled her without mercy! Hands squeezed her naked ribs and breasts, plunged into her underarms, scribbled across her ticklish belly, and tortured the soles of her feet as Gina’s screams of hysterics continued unbroken, her mad laughter the only sound in these quiet streets. The hands swarmed over every inch of her body, greedily fighting for the choicest and most ticklish spots. But everywhere they touched set her nerves on fire, making her more ticklish by the second as she writhed in a sea of hands.
Gina had never been tickled this badly before, and her mind was a blur of desperation. For all her strength, her attackers kept her body motionless, holding her feet still as countless fingernails scratched her silky soles until she thought she would go insane! She tried to kick her legs, but the hands would not let their prize escape, keeping them in their power as fingers stroked her sensitive inner thighs and slipped inside her panties to explore new ticklish regions. In minutes they reduced her to a speechless wreck, her animalistic screams drowning out any coherent thought that might allow her to escape. Her skin glistened in the moonlight with pearly beads of sweat, and her voice grew weak with tortured laughter.
Suddenly, just as Gina was sure she could take no more, there was a murmur from the crowd. One of them held up a hand, and suddenly, the tickling stopped. Hands begrudgingly pulled back, and blessed relief fell on Gina in an almost overwhelming moment. Still giggling, the world was a blur around her, her energy exhausted and her head swimming. She could barely feel the hands lifting her up, carrying her forwards somewhere, but she could not see where they were going. Nor did she care. It was only moments before her last reserves of energy dissipated, and Gina fell into the deep, undreaming sleep of oblivion.
Operative in Danger - Part 2
Laughter poured forth out of the private interrogation chamber of the Cabal base on the second moon orbiting Regulon IV. Those who passed the door knew what it meant: another prisoner was being interrogated, with favorable results.
“Now, then,” said Gina inside the chamber, smiling as her fingernails flew across her captive’s feet effortlessly, “Tell us more about your access codes.”
The woman tied to the rack cackled with insane laughter, trying desperately to form the words that would save her ticklish feet from the inhumane tortures inflicted on them for the last hour. Gina knew that if she slowed her tickling, she might give her captive more room to talk. But where was the fun in that? she thought with a smile. She continued to stroke and prod the shackled feet with lightning speed, her fingertips slipping across the oiled surfaces and relishing every new scream of laughter that her manipulations brought forth.
At last, the woman managed to scream out a series of codes, taking every last ounce of her strength just to say the words that would save her. Gina took note of them, smiling as she did so. Her torture practices had been flawless again. It was time to finish the job, she thought with no small amount of satisfaction. This was always her favorite part.
Of the many interrogation practices taught to her by the Cabal, one of the most important was how to keep a tickled victim conscious through the most unbearable tickling by the use of certain subtle safeguards. But now, her victim had exhausted her usefulness. Gina smiled, and threw her safeguards to the wind. Ten merciless fingers attacked the captive soles, no longer trying to prolong her suffering but to tickle her unconscious as fast as possible. She attacked with sheer ruthlessness, scratching the most ticklish spots her survey had discovered, with all her skill as a Cabal tickler. In minutes, a final orgasmic gasp came from her victim, and her body went limp. Gina looked lustily down at her, in particular at her perfectly pedicured bare feet. This one had been a pleasure.
Gina stepped out of the chamber, very pleased with herself. It had been months since the Bureau of Interstellar Criminal Prevention had assigned her as a secret agent to infiltrate the Cabal on this planet, and so far it had gone perfectly. She had gained access in record time, and she had learned much of their secret practices. One of the most satisfying, of course, was the interrogations. Gina took a guilty pleasure in administering tickle torture to their captured enemies. When she first came here, she had taken to it instantly, and Caitlin, the base leader, had noticed this and trained her until she had become one of their top interrogators. She knew that many of her sisters were afraid of her, knowing that her skill and ruthlessness as a tickler was matched only by Caitlin herself.
“Interrogation go well?” asked a voice down the hallway. It was Caitlin, walking towards her with a look of approval. She must have heard the telltale sounds of mad laughter. Caitlin was an extremely attractive woman, and much stronger than it would have seemed from her size and feminine build. Her silver-grey ocular implants, a piece of illegal bio-technology, rotated slightly as Caitlin surveyed her favorite interrogator.
“Extremely well,” said Gina with a smile. “I’ve just got to verify these access codes, and then I’ll have them sent directly to you.” Gina knew this was not necessary, the codes were genuine. With a trained torturer’s sense, she could tell when a woman was too far lost in hysterics to even think about lying. Her captive had been that way. She had been tickled so mercilessly that she was incapable of lying. But protocol was protocol, and she had to verify them personally before submitting them.
“You seem to have quite a knack for this, Gina,” said Caitlin with a knowing smile. “I don’t know if you’ve ever told me whether you ever had any practice in this before.”
As a matter of fact, she did. Gina, like all other Bureau recruits, had learned her basic tickling techniques in mandatory self-defense classes at the Academy. But of course, she could not say this. “No,” she smiled back, “Not before you taught me, of course. I had the best teacher, after all.”
Lying to Caitlin was always a perilous ordeal. Those ocular implants allowed her to see even more than ordinary eyes could. They provided her with an analysis of any subject that was as precise as a lie detector. By monitoring certain body functions, she could tell if anyone was lying. Gina had been specially trained by the Bureau to fool this device, an effort requiring great personal control. It had taken her months to reach such a level of self-mastery that she could repress any telltale bodily signs of lying, such as blushing or increased blood pressure. But every time she spoke to Caitlin she was afraid it might not be enough.
Luckily, it appeared that it was this time. “Hmm, I suppose I can’t argue with that,” she said, not impervious to flattery. “Verify those codes and then come down to see me in the briefing room after that. I have a special job for you.”
As Caitlin walked away, Gina wondered what this special job could be. Perhaps the sort of lead they needed to bring down the Cabal once and for all, she hoped. It would be a pity. She had enjoyed her time here.
Gina exited the building and walked down the streets of the main city of the moon. With the atmospheric bubble surrounding it, it was almost like being on the planet. The only difference was that at this time of year, very little sunlight got through to this side of the moon, shrouding the city in perpetual twilight. Artificial illumination lit the way as Gina walked down the street to the communications center. In darkness such as this, the mind tended to play tricks on you. It almost seemed like there were dark shapes following her in the alleys as she walked past.
She turned the corner, and then she definitely heard something behind her. She quickly swiveled around to face it, and just as quickly she felt something behind her. She drew her weapon and pointed it in front of her. “I hear you!” she declared to steady her nerves, and immediately realized she had made a mistake in giving herself away.
Suddenly, before she could move, Gina felt a pair of hands behind her quickly dart forwards. With her arms extended, they plunged into her exposed underarms and began digging into her skin! Gina squealed with laughter and dropped her weapon. “Eeeehehehehehe!! Stop! Staahahahahahap!!” she laughed as she tried to shake herself loose. But whoever it was, they had a firm grip on her, wiggling their fingernails underneath her arms and turning her muscles to jelly despite her efforts to fight back!
Suddenly she felt the person behind her deliver a well-placed kick to her legs. The sudden shock knocked her feet out from under her, but before she could collapse, another shadowy figure darted out from a corner to grab her ankles before she fell. Now she was being supported by two assailants, and as one continued to squeeze and tickle her sides, she felt the other pair of hands undoing her boots! She shrieked as much with fear as with ticklishness.
“Whahahahahahat are you doing? Hahahahahahaha!! Let me gohohohohoho!!” Gina screamed as tried without success to break free. Her mysterious attackers had her exactly where they wanted her. In seconds, Gina felt one of her boots plucked from her feet and discarded on the ground. The other quickly followed it, leaving her bare feet wriggling in the hands of this unseen assailant. Gina’s mind frantically went through a list of her enemies who might have staged an attack like this on her, and woefully, it was too long to even guess at who these mysterious ticklers might be.
Suddenly, Gina’s world was thrown into chaos by a single motion from her attackers. A single finger gently slid across her arches, immediately reducing Gina to wild hysterics. The attacker at her feet held up both her ankles with a single hand, using the other to scratch the soles of her unbearably ticklish feet! Meanwhile, the attacker holding her upper body was making full use of their position: sliding underneath her blouse, their hands were digging into her underarms, squeezing her ribs, and tickling her breasts until she was hoarse with laughter. Both of them were incredibly strong, holding her above the ground like a cut of meat while their free hands exploited every ticklish weakness on her body.
“Noohohohohohoho!!! Not the feeheheheheheheet!! No!! Aaahahahahahahahaha!!” Gina screamed, and her insane cackling was becoming so loud that she thought someone had to hear! Someone had to come and rescue her from this horrible tickling! She thrashed and flopped about helplessly, trying to free herself, but her attackers held her too well. Desperately she pleaded, begging them to let her go, promising money, favors, anything to end this torture! But neither of them said a word, standing safely in their shrouds of anonymity, with their devilish fingers finding worse and worse spots to tickle every second! Gina’s feet were the worst, and five fingers alone given free reign of her soles could easily have reduced her to a babbling mess. But the tickler working on her underarms was also an expert, and with a single hand it felt like hundreds of fingers were squeezing and prodding her sensitive skin!
Her eyes awash in tears and her hearing drowned out by the sound of her own laughter, Gina could barely see more shadowy figures approach, pouring out of every shadowy crevasse and alleyway like figures from a nightmare. It was an ambush! Gina had barely enough presence of mind to realize that they must have known where to find her! But this train of thought was derailed as the figures began approaching her purposefully. Ticklish terror spread through her mind like a storm cloud on the horizon, blocking out all lucidity. They were going to tickle her, and she was helpless to stop them.
Then, hands suddenly enveloped her. She felt dozens of hands all over her: wandering fingers which took hold of every article of clothing she was wearing. Even the hands tickling her feet and underarms paused in their work to attend to this new task. She felt two hands quickly unbutton her blouse as another pair lifted it off her, all the work of a second. Just as quickly, her bra was removed, leaving her large, round breasts bouncing gently in the cool night air. Two more hands slipped themselves under the waist of her pants, and a second later, they too were on the ground, leaving Gina in a skimpy pair of panties, at the mercy of her assailants. They looked down at her, their bright glittering eyes standing out over the silhouette of their dark, hooded forms. A gleam of anticipation shone in them.
Panting and gasping for breath, Gina opened her mouth to say something. She did not even know what she was going to say, but terror forced her to do something, anything, to prevent the inevitable! But no words came forth: what came instead was an unbroken howl of laughter, echoing off the stone walls of the buildings around her and up to the heavens, as all of the hands suddenly dug into her pliant flesh and tickled her without mercy! Hands squeezed her naked ribs and breasts, plunged into her underarms, scribbled across her ticklish belly, and tortured the soles of her feet as Gina’s screams of hysterics continued unbroken, her mad laughter the only sound in these quiet streets. The hands swarmed over every inch of her body, greedily fighting for the choicest and most ticklish spots. But everywhere they touched set her nerves on fire, making her more ticklish by the second as she writhed in a sea of hands.
Gina had never been tickled this badly before, and her mind was a blur of desperation. For all her strength, her attackers kept her body motionless, holding her feet still as countless fingernails scratched her silky soles until she thought she would go insane! She tried to kick her legs, but the hands would not let their prize escape, keeping them in their power as fingers stroked her sensitive inner thighs and slipped inside her panties to explore new ticklish regions. In minutes they reduced her to a speechless wreck, her animalistic screams drowning out any coherent thought that might allow her to escape. Her skin glistened in the moonlight with pearly beads of sweat, and her voice grew weak with tortured laughter.
Suddenly, just as Gina was sure she could take no more, there was a murmur from the crowd. One of them held up a hand, and suddenly, the tickling stopped. Hands begrudgingly pulled back, and blessed relief fell on Gina in an almost overwhelming moment. Still giggling, the world was a blur around her, her energy exhausted and her head swimming. She could barely feel the hands lifting her up, carrying her forwards somewhere, but she could not see where they were going. Nor did she care. It was only moments before her last reserves of energy dissipated, and Gina fell into the deep, undreaming sleep of oblivion.
