Hi everyone. I've been given the green light to post this story I wrote for a fellow TMF member. I didn't want to post it, without his concent.
This story follows a convoy of soldiers and their stuck up female captain.
CAPTAIN GIGGLES
It was a routine mission to Iraqi soil. A convoy of 12 men and women would covertly deliver one million in Iraqi currency in order to help establish a strong government. As of now 2 deliveries had been made. This third mission was no different. And for the third time Capt. Ward had been assigned to lead the convoy. Despite being a woman there was certain masculinity about her. Her physical features really backed that up. Standing at six feet tall without heels she towered over most other women in the convoy. A tight uniform hugged her thick body and husky arms. Even if she was a looker, her bossy attitude was hardly welcome by the troops. She loved every minute of it. There was a high she lived off of being able to control the men under her.
The convoy was well underway and just a few hours later the plane touched down in Iraq, darkness had already settled in. The convoy was well equipped for the mission. Supplies were full stock and a transport was already waiting to escort them to their sleeping quarters.
One large case that was password protected was entrusted to Capt. Ward. Only through word of mouth had she received the combination to the case. Entering the wrong code would begin a self destruct bomb, destroying the case and the money.
The convoy settled into the base upon arrival. Complete with mess hall and a two per room sleeping quarters it was a home away from home. Capt. Ward was the only one who got a secluded room all to herself. The building stuck out like a sore thumb. Inside were spotless floors and bland yet clean white walls. Having been fed on the plane all that was left was for Ward to give a mandatory briefing.
The convoy had situated themselves, changing out of their uniforms into sleeping clothes, then into the mess hall to wait for Capt. Ward. As they waited chatter arose among the soldiers. Some of them talked about their families, others about sports. Then coming down the hall a familiar click clack sound and everybody shut up. It was the click clacking of heels that could only belong to Capt. Ward.
“Attention!!” Ward barked.
As if hypnotized all 12 soldiers stood straight up. They elevated their chest and put their hands at their sides.
“Here is tomorrows itinerary…” Ward spoke loudly explaining the plan which was to simply deliver the money, head back to base, collect their supplies and be on their way home. But someone had other plans.
Outside, and enemy convoy was on stand by waiting for a signal from their head leader. Their plans were to infiltrate the building steal the money case and the carrier of the code. Once clearance was given two men snuck into the building. Using blueprints of the building they easily located Capt. Ward’s room. Once inside they hid in her closet knockout gas ready to be dispensed.
Ward finished her mission statement with, “simple enough?” The convoy responded with a, “Yes ma’m!!” in unisons.
“Lights out in 15 minutes soldiers.” With that she walked off to her room.
She smiled to herself. The joy of being in command was one of her greatest pleasures. Walking the long stretch down the hall she began to unfasten her vest. All the decorations and medals made it a heavy thing. Reaching up she gently tugged on her hair clip releasing her dark brown hair. It now flowed shoulder length behind her. As she entered her room the walls of masculinity begin to melt. Underneath all her toughness, she was still a woman. She kicked off her black heels and sat on her bed. Lifting her nude nylon left foot she began to massage it. After a long day her feet were killing her. She repeated the process with her right foot. After a few moments she stood up and began to undress. She slipped off her vest and placed it on the bed. As she began to unbutton her green undershirt a noise made her spin around. From out of the closet had jumped out. They quickly released the gas bombs. The minute those things hit the floor they disburst making little to no noise at all. Gas filled the room fast. Capt. Ward caught unawares began to cough violently trying hard to keep the gas from entering her system. She danced around waving her hands franticly trying to part the gas, but it was too late. Her head began to spin, her legs wobbled as she tried desperately to keep balance. It wasn’t long before her knees buckled. She helplessly collapsed backward onto the floor. Her eyes now stared at the ceiling. As her vision began to blur two men in gas masks came into her hazed view. They hovered over her until at last she fell unconscious.
Once the gas had cleared they gently lifted her up and carried her out to their awaiting convoy. With everything they needed in their possession they drove away into the dark desserts of Iraq.
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A few hours had past and it was then that Capt. Ward had begun to regain consciousness. She opened her eyes, but a blinding light caused her to close them up again. They were still very sensitive. Her body felt heavy. She attempted to move, yet could only muster up enough strength to make a fist.
The kidnappers paid her no mind as they began to peel off her shirt, thus revealing her camouflaged print bra and D sized breast peaking out underneath. Her body seemed more average out of uniform. Love handles crept up from the sides of her obviously tight skirt. They proceeded by unzipping her skirt and rolling it down and off. This revealed her thick round thighs and a matching camouflaged panty. Leaving her thigh high nylons on, they lifted her to what was known as a submission chair. Leg extensions with plush padding came out of the seat in a V motion causing them to spread her legs. In these extensions they velcro strapped her by her thighs and then by her ankles. Ward remained slumped in the chair, still woozy from the gas. Once her legs were secure they straightened her upper body. Two arm rest extended from either side also with plush padding. In these they securely fastened Ward’s arms, First at the elbow and then at the wrist.
Capt. Ward fluttered her eyes open once more. She could barley gather a thought as to who there people were and what events followed her capture. It all seemed pretty quiet until the clanking of heels entered the room. Capt. Ward lifted her heavy head slightly and to her surprise an American woman was what she saw. Even at around 5”3 she had a thin figure. With blond hair and blue eyes she was obviously an American. She looked physically the opposite of Ward. In light of that, she was dressed nicely. She wore a white secretaries jacket with a shimmering blue satin shirt peaking out from under. A white skirt and glossy black stilettos completed the perfect outfit. She motioned the men out of the room. Once they had left she closed the door.
She walked over to her captive. Ward’s face still looked a bit dazed, “Wakey Wakey!!” The blonde gently shook Ward’s face.
The shake was enough to get Ward back in her train of thought, “What, what’s going on?”
Her body was now conscious, and as a result she began to tug her restraints, “Who are you? Give me your name.”
“My, my aren’t we testy!!” The woman replied placing her hands on her hips.
“I ‘m a Capt. damit!! Release me at once or suffer dearly!!” Ward barked.
“Hey, you are in no position to be screaming orders missy. As far as we are concerned your under my supervision now!!”
Ward tugged harder on her restraints. “If only I’d spend more time in the gym maybe my arms would be strong instead of them just looking that way.” She thought.
“You’re not breaking free silly. Oh and for introduction’s sake. Call me Tasha.”
“We’ll I’m Capt…” Tasha put her hand up.
“I know , Ward right?”
“But how could you?” Ward was curious.
“I know all about you and your convoy and the money you transport. I’ve had you and the money case confiscated.” Tasha explained.
“I also know you were entrusted with the code to open this case.” Tasha pointed to the shinny metal case that lay on the floor.”
“I see where this is going and there is no way in hell I’m ratting out my country.” Ward gave off a firm look.
“I figured you’d be headstrong, but I have ways of making you talk.” Tasha said.
“Do whatever you think will work, but I’m keeping my mouth shut.” Ward squeezed her lips closed.
“Oh, on the contrary, your mouth is going to be busy tonight.” Tasha gave a wicked smile, “I’m really going to enjoy this, can’t say the same for you.”
Tasha walked in close, right between Ward’s legs and locked eyes with her, “What are you going to do, stare me down?” Ward said cockily. Being that she had yet to see any lethal torture devices there was no reason to be scared.
What occurred next caught Ward off guard. Tasha pulled both arms up and extended them out to Ward’s exposed rib cage. She slowly began sliding her thumbs up and down each rib, causing Ward to flinch.
“Tickling?” Ward snickered trying to stiffen the laughter, “this is your big idea?” Ward was doing her best to keep a straight face, but she could feel a smile starting to creep through.
“C’mon, lighten up Capt.”
Tasha suddenly dug her fingers right in and began to motion up and down rapidly. Ward’s face was beginning to turn red. She sucked in her breath and squinted as if in pain, but the truth was it did tickle and she was about to let loose.
“Oh, stop it!! I’m a Capt.” She blurted.
This only influenced Tasha to try harder. She dug deep touching every rib relentlessly. Capt. Ward was holding it in good until now. Her tough composer was caving in. until finally…
“Ohhh, ha ha ha!! Stop it, stop it!!! HA ha ha!! You don’t haha, know, ha ha heeee!!!” Ward could hardly get a word in through the giggles.
“I don’t know what? How much trouble I’m in? That you’re a big shot Capt.? Well you know what? Blah blah blah!!” Tasha slid her fingers up to the hollows of Ward’s armpits and squeezed in.
“Oh ho nooo!! Hee heee heee!!!” Ward squealed.
Tasha continued the assault on her pits without mercy, using an up and down motion, making her boobs jiggle around. Ward tugged at her restraints to no avail. She was helpless and she knew it. Never had she been so vulnerable.
“OH heee heee hee!!! Stop, please, hooo whooo!!!” Tasha squeezed a sweet spot around War’s breast causing her to jump.
Ward in frustration began to bang her head on the cushion behind her. Along with that she started spewing profanities, “Fuck!!! Ha ha ha ha ahhh!!!”
“C’mon Capt. Give it up to me!!” Tasha pleaded playfully.
“Ha ha ha, heeee!! Never, ha ha ha!!” Ward couldn’t believe how incredibly ticklish she was. Her mind raced with thoughts.
“I guess I’ll just have to try harder.” Tasha said.
After a good 4 minutes on her pits, Tasha maneuvered her wiggling fingers down towards Ward’s midsection. Tasha didn’t wait to plunge her fingers in. Through the seated position Ward’s belly was softer. A small belly bulge peaked over her panty line. Tasha’s fingers wiggled at belly button area causing Ward to shriek.
“Heeeee!!! Noo, not my ha ha ha tummy!! Not ha ha heee, tummy!!” Ward pleaded swinging her hips as much as her restraints allowed.
Ward had virtually no control over the situation and that only frustrated her even more.
“Sucks to be on the receiving end, hu Capt?” Tasha teased, “I hear you’re a real bitch. Well look at you now, nothing but a giggling heap.” She took her index and middle fingers to her hips in a circular motion.
“Fuck you!! Ha ha ha!! Hee hee hee!!” Ward began to buck like a wild horse, thrusting her hips forward and back lifting her ass off the seat.
Now in this situation, Tasha had zero respect for Ward. Her rank, her military status, meant nothing at the moment. Out of her uniform she was just another helpless victim of a tickle attack.
Tasha fingers continued their circular motion closer now to Ward’s lower belly. Using her thumb and index finger she squeezed Ward’s belly in and out.
“Hee hee heee!!! Noo, no more, ha ha ha, noo!!!” She pleaded.
Tasha wasn’t about to stop, “Oh that’s a good spot hmm?”
Ward couldn’t believe she’d been reduced to this, a cackling mess. As Tasha continued to mercilessly tickle her lower tummy, she could feel her pussy begin to tighten up. All the attention her body was receiving, it was no wonder. The sensation would have been welcome if not for the tickle torture. Ward jerked her legs, hoping to get at least one free. She thrashed about as Tasha made her way down her thick thighs.
“Tickle tickle!!” Tasha’s fingers stroked her inner thighs causing Goosebumps to run up her spine. Then in a flash Tasha grasped her thighs wrapping as much of them that fit in each hand. She ruthlessly began digging her fingers in the crotch area. Arousing her pussy even more to the point where an outline was presenting itself through her panties.
Ward began to jerk from side to side, “Ohhhh!!! Tasha, heee heee s-stop!!! Ha ha ha ha, I never knew heee hee hee I was ticklish there!!!”
“Well every day you learn new things right?” Tasha smirked.
With every giggle Tasha hoped she was getting closer to cracking the Capt. She was anxious to get that money. Tasha paused for a moment to give her fingers a break. While she flexed them out she glanced back at Ward’s size 9 feet. They were still covered in nude nylons.
Tasha rubbed her hand on her chin, “Hmm, I wonder.”
Ward already seeing where this was going gasped, “Noo, nooo!! Not my feet!! I swear if you touch them!! Ughh!!”
“Enough with your empty threats.” Tasha spun around and strolled down to Ward’s feet. She grabbed Ward’s left foot by her toes with one hand pulling her foot up tight. Using her other hand she slowly began to scrape her arches.
“Ughhh!! I’m, heee, warning yooou hooooo hoo!! Last chance, heee hee!!” Ward tried her best to sound threatening but who would take her seriously though those girly giggles.
Tasha didn’t need to dug deep here. The nylons added greatly to the tickling sensation.
“Oh, ha ha ha!! Hee teee heee!!” Ward shooker her upper body side to side viciously trying to escape.
Tasha paused allowing Ward to catch her breath.
Ward gasping for air still felt the need to protest, “When I get out of here, your dead!”
Tasha simply smiled.
“What do you think I’m joking?” Ward fumed.
Tasha turned back around and began gliding her fingers up and down her arches again.
“Whoa, hee hee hee!! Seriously please!! Ha ha ha!! Stop!” Ward could barely get a word in through fits of giggles.
Tasha smoothly glided her fingers down to her heels. She scratched faster now determined to make her squeal.
“Noo!!! Bad spot, hee hee heee!! Bad spot!!” Ward bucked her hips some more, “Ha ha ha, hee pleeease!! Mercy.” Ward was now begging like a dog.
Ward could not comprehend any of this. It frustrated her that a short lanky woman was controlling her.
“Are you ready to talk?” Tasha looked up.
Ward wasn’t about to give in, she couldn’t, “No.” She almost sounded reluctant.
“I guess I’ll continue.” Tasha said shrugging her shoulders.
Ward squeezed her face together getting ready for another tickle, but to her surprise Tasha let go of her feet. She walked away from them inching back to her upper body. Tasha assumed her position back on Ward’s right side. Tasha immediately noticed Ward’s nipples piercing through her bra.
“Oh what perfectly round breast you have, Capt.” She reached out and gave it a squeeze, “Oh and so plush. These really are fun bags!!” Tasha giggled. “Why don’t we let your ta-ta’s get some fresh air hu? You have them suffocating in this tiny thing.” Tasha pointed to the bra.
“No!! Please, leave them alone!!” Ward pleaded. She couldn’t believe herself, pleading like a kid.
Pulling a switchblade from her pocket Tasha eased close to Ward’s bra.
“Now hold still or I might cut you on accident.”
Ward didn’t want that so she complied. Tasha easily ran the blade up and through the middle of the bra splitting it in two pieces. Now with both cups separated her breast plopped out. Tasha removed them revealing her round D sized hooters. They held up nice on their own. Her nipples were pointy like razors.
“See what did I tell you? You can’t keep them cooped up like that.” Tasha carefully put the blade away. With both hands free she reached out and began scratching on her firm nipples.
Ward began twitching about, her boobs free to roam around, “Oh my God!! Nooooo!!! Hee hee heee. Please, noo!! Hee hee, whooo ha ha ha!!”
Tasha’s fingernails were only touching the surface of her nipples. She continued occasionally making circles around them. This sensation was driving Ward insane. She jerked back and forth, up and down wishing it was over.
“Ha ha ha!! Noo!! Hee hee hee!! Stop!! PLEASE!!!” Ward pleaded.
Tasha could hear a sense of submission in her voice, but continued anyway, because she wanted to be sure.
“Tickle tickle!! Oh how hard your nipples.” Tasha teased as she continued to run her nails in circles around Ward’s nipples.
“Fuck you!! Ha ha ha ha !! Stop!!!” Ward completely loosing her mind began to bounce on her ass causing her breast to bounce along with her.
Tasha stopped for a moment, allowing Ward to get some air. As she did so, Tasha slid behind the submission chair Ward quickly jerked her head left then right trying to get her in view.
“What… are you doing… back there?” Ward huffed.
“You’ll see, or rather feel!!!” Tasha giggled.
Ward dropped her head to notice Tasha’s hands coming up from under her arms. She jerked left and right in expectation. Tasha’s hands moved up slowly until they were level with those round breast.
Ward watched helplessly as Tasha’s fingers began to wiggle just inches away building up tension for Ward.
“No please no more boobies.” Ward whispered in a exhausted voice.
At that Tasha’s hands squeezed both breast inward squishing them. She dug all her fingers wiggling them in and out of her soft flesh.
Ward jolted up as if stung by a bee, “Ha Ha Ha!! WHOOOPPP!! Ha ha ha!!! Heeee!!!”
“Oh I like these plush puppies!!” Tasha taunted.
Ward’s breast were indeed soft. They were lush and for some reason that she couldn’t figure out, they were ticklish.
“Hoooo, Ha ha ha!! Noooo!! Hee heee heeee!!” Ward laughed at the top of her lungs.
“Your gonna need a throat lozenge after this, and me a new set of ears.” Tasha teased.
Ward was in no way enjoying her jokes. If she could help it, she wouldn’t be laughing. Tasha watched as a tears began to flow from Ward’s eyes. Even though she had managed to turn Ward into a cackling mess, she still hadn’t broken her to tell her the code. Time was running slim and she needed that code.
Tasha instantly stopped her onslaught, “Oh, thank you ohhhhh.” Ward gasped.
Tasha walked back around and through her legs in v shape that were still securely fastened to the leg rests.
“Let’s see if this doesn’t break you!!” Tasha leaned her mouth in towards her breast.
“Hey what are yooooou!! Ha ha ha!!” Tasha was now sucking her right breast.
Using her tongue she circled around the nipple occasionally flicking it with her tip.
“Hoooo, heee hee hee!! Ha ha nooo!! Gross!!” Ward was able to blurt out.
Ward banged her head on the head rest. She wanted out badly. Tasha pulled back after a few seconds to catch her own breath. A string of saliva connected from her lips to Ward’s nipple.
Tasha wiped her mouth, “Oh, yummy.”
Ward submissively laid her head down and was no longer barking. She felt drained. Her mouth was getting dry, her throat, sore.
Tasha moved in close to continue, only this time on her left breast.
Ward motioned her head to the ceiling and whispered, “Oh God please…”.
Just as Tasha was about to lay her lips on Ward’s boob the sound of gunfire broke out. Tasha swung around in a panic. Seconds later the door to the interrogation room busted down. Two American soldiers stormed in, weapons in hand. Ward recognized them from her convoy. Tasha quickly got on her knees and surrendered.
Among the two soldiers was private first class Jay who briskly walked up to his Capt. . Ward blushed as Jay unfastened first her ankles, then her knees, then her wrist and elbows. Once Ward was free she collapsed in his arms hugging him tightly.
“Thank you.” She cried, sobbing. She wrapped her arms around him.
Once she let him go, Jay removed his vest and covered her up in it, “It’s alight. We’re here, and your safe now.”Jay comforted her, “So are you…”
“Yeah I’m fine. She tried to tickle the code out of me. Can you believe it?” Ward said.
“Oh she didn’t!” Jay poked her in the stomach.
“Hey, don’t you think I’ve been through enough?” Ward winced. She clutched her sides that were sore from laughing. “How on earth did you find me?” Ward inquired.
“It’s a long story.” Jay waved her off.
As Jay walked her out he stretched his arm around her. Jay had brought along a small jeep aside from the convoy tank. Like a gentlemen he opened the door for her and closed it too.
Once they were in and on their way Ward began to whisper to Jay, “I’m telling you, after what I’ve been through tonight, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. Jay…” she leaned in close to him, “between you and me, I’m gonna strive to be a more down to earth captain.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Jay shrugged keeping his eyes on the road.
This story follows a convoy of soldiers and their stuck up female captain.
CAPTAIN GIGGLES
It was a routine mission to Iraqi soil. A convoy of 12 men and women would covertly deliver one million in Iraqi currency in order to help establish a strong government. As of now 2 deliveries had been made. This third mission was no different. And for the third time Capt. Ward had been assigned to lead the convoy. Despite being a woman there was certain masculinity about her. Her physical features really backed that up. Standing at six feet tall without heels she towered over most other women in the convoy. A tight uniform hugged her thick body and husky arms. Even if she was a looker, her bossy attitude was hardly welcome by the troops. She loved every minute of it. There was a high she lived off of being able to control the men under her.
The convoy was well underway and just a few hours later the plane touched down in Iraq, darkness had already settled in. The convoy was well equipped for the mission. Supplies were full stock and a transport was already waiting to escort them to their sleeping quarters.
One large case that was password protected was entrusted to Capt. Ward. Only through word of mouth had she received the combination to the case. Entering the wrong code would begin a self destruct bomb, destroying the case and the money.
The convoy settled into the base upon arrival. Complete with mess hall and a two per room sleeping quarters it was a home away from home. Capt. Ward was the only one who got a secluded room all to herself. The building stuck out like a sore thumb. Inside were spotless floors and bland yet clean white walls. Having been fed on the plane all that was left was for Ward to give a mandatory briefing.
The convoy had situated themselves, changing out of their uniforms into sleeping clothes, then into the mess hall to wait for Capt. Ward. As they waited chatter arose among the soldiers. Some of them talked about their families, others about sports. Then coming down the hall a familiar click clack sound and everybody shut up. It was the click clacking of heels that could only belong to Capt. Ward.
“Attention!!” Ward barked.
As if hypnotized all 12 soldiers stood straight up. They elevated their chest and put their hands at their sides.
“Here is tomorrows itinerary…” Ward spoke loudly explaining the plan which was to simply deliver the money, head back to base, collect their supplies and be on their way home. But someone had other plans.
Outside, and enemy convoy was on stand by waiting for a signal from their head leader. Their plans were to infiltrate the building steal the money case and the carrier of the code. Once clearance was given two men snuck into the building. Using blueprints of the building they easily located Capt. Ward’s room. Once inside they hid in her closet knockout gas ready to be dispensed.
Ward finished her mission statement with, “simple enough?” The convoy responded with a, “Yes ma’m!!” in unisons.
“Lights out in 15 minutes soldiers.” With that she walked off to her room.
She smiled to herself. The joy of being in command was one of her greatest pleasures. Walking the long stretch down the hall she began to unfasten her vest. All the decorations and medals made it a heavy thing. Reaching up she gently tugged on her hair clip releasing her dark brown hair. It now flowed shoulder length behind her. As she entered her room the walls of masculinity begin to melt. Underneath all her toughness, she was still a woman. She kicked off her black heels and sat on her bed. Lifting her nude nylon left foot she began to massage it. After a long day her feet were killing her. She repeated the process with her right foot. After a few moments she stood up and began to undress. She slipped off her vest and placed it on the bed. As she began to unbutton her green undershirt a noise made her spin around. From out of the closet had jumped out. They quickly released the gas bombs. The minute those things hit the floor they disburst making little to no noise at all. Gas filled the room fast. Capt. Ward caught unawares began to cough violently trying hard to keep the gas from entering her system. She danced around waving her hands franticly trying to part the gas, but it was too late. Her head began to spin, her legs wobbled as she tried desperately to keep balance. It wasn’t long before her knees buckled. She helplessly collapsed backward onto the floor. Her eyes now stared at the ceiling. As her vision began to blur two men in gas masks came into her hazed view. They hovered over her until at last she fell unconscious.
Once the gas had cleared they gently lifted her up and carried her out to their awaiting convoy. With everything they needed in their possession they drove away into the dark desserts of Iraq.
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A few hours had past and it was then that Capt. Ward had begun to regain consciousness. She opened her eyes, but a blinding light caused her to close them up again. They were still very sensitive. Her body felt heavy. She attempted to move, yet could only muster up enough strength to make a fist.
The kidnappers paid her no mind as they began to peel off her shirt, thus revealing her camouflaged print bra and D sized breast peaking out underneath. Her body seemed more average out of uniform. Love handles crept up from the sides of her obviously tight skirt. They proceeded by unzipping her skirt and rolling it down and off. This revealed her thick round thighs and a matching camouflaged panty. Leaving her thigh high nylons on, they lifted her to what was known as a submission chair. Leg extensions with plush padding came out of the seat in a V motion causing them to spread her legs. In these extensions they velcro strapped her by her thighs and then by her ankles. Ward remained slumped in the chair, still woozy from the gas. Once her legs were secure they straightened her upper body. Two arm rest extended from either side also with plush padding. In these they securely fastened Ward’s arms, First at the elbow and then at the wrist.
Capt. Ward fluttered her eyes open once more. She could barley gather a thought as to who there people were and what events followed her capture. It all seemed pretty quiet until the clanking of heels entered the room. Capt. Ward lifted her heavy head slightly and to her surprise an American woman was what she saw. Even at around 5”3 she had a thin figure. With blond hair and blue eyes she was obviously an American. She looked physically the opposite of Ward. In light of that, she was dressed nicely. She wore a white secretaries jacket with a shimmering blue satin shirt peaking out from under. A white skirt and glossy black stilettos completed the perfect outfit. She motioned the men out of the room. Once they had left she closed the door.
She walked over to her captive. Ward’s face still looked a bit dazed, “Wakey Wakey!!” The blonde gently shook Ward’s face.
The shake was enough to get Ward back in her train of thought, “What, what’s going on?”
Her body was now conscious, and as a result she began to tug her restraints, “Who are you? Give me your name.”
“My, my aren’t we testy!!” The woman replied placing her hands on her hips.
“I ‘m a Capt. damit!! Release me at once or suffer dearly!!” Ward barked.
“Hey, you are in no position to be screaming orders missy. As far as we are concerned your under my supervision now!!”
Ward tugged harder on her restraints. “If only I’d spend more time in the gym maybe my arms would be strong instead of them just looking that way.” She thought.
“You’re not breaking free silly. Oh and for introduction’s sake. Call me Tasha.”
“We’ll I’m Capt…” Tasha put her hand up.
“I know , Ward right?”
“But how could you?” Ward was curious.
“I know all about you and your convoy and the money you transport. I’ve had you and the money case confiscated.” Tasha explained.
“I also know you were entrusted with the code to open this case.” Tasha pointed to the shinny metal case that lay on the floor.”
“I see where this is going and there is no way in hell I’m ratting out my country.” Ward gave off a firm look.
“I figured you’d be headstrong, but I have ways of making you talk.” Tasha said.
“Do whatever you think will work, but I’m keeping my mouth shut.” Ward squeezed her lips closed.
“Oh, on the contrary, your mouth is going to be busy tonight.” Tasha gave a wicked smile, “I’m really going to enjoy this, can’t say the same for you.”
Tasha walked in close, right between Ward’s legs and locked eyes with her, “What are you going to do, stare me down?” Ward said cockily. Being that she had yet to see any lethal torture devices there was no reason to be scared.
What occurred next caught Ward off guard. Tasha pulled both arms up and extended them out to Ward’s exposed rib cage. She slowly began sliding her thumbs up and down each rib, causing Ward to flinch.
“Tickling?” Ward snickered trying to stiffen the laughter, “this is your big idea?” Ward was doing her best to keep a straight face, but she could feel a smile starting to creep through.
“C’mon, lighten up Capt.”
Tasha suddenly dug her fingers right in and began to motion up and down rapidly. Ward’s face was beginning to turn red. She sucked in her breath and squinted as if in pain, but the truth was it did tickle and she was about to let loose.
“Oh, stop it!! I’m a Capt.” She blurted.
This only influenced Tasha to try harder. She dug deep touching every rib relentlessly. Capt. Ward was holding it in good until now. Her tough composer was caving in. until finally…
“Ohhh, ha ha ha!! Stop it, stop it!!! HA ha ha!! You don’t haha, know, ha ha heeee!!!” Ward could hardly get a word in through the giggles.
“I don’t know what? How much trouble I’m in? That you’re a big shot Capt.? Well you know what? Blah blah blah!!” Tasha slid her fingers up to the hollows of Ward’s armpits and squeezed in.
“Oh ho nooo!! Hee heee heee!!!” Ward squealed.
Tasha continued the assault on her pits without mercy, using an up and down motion, making her boobs jiggle around. Ward tugged at her restraints to no avail. She was helpless and she knew it. Never had she been so vulnerable.
“OH heee heee hee!!! Stop, please, hooo whooo!!!” Tasha squeezed a sweet spot around War’s breast causing her to jump.
Ward in frustration began to bang her head on the cushion behind her. Along with that she started spewing profanities, “Fuck!!! Ha ha ha ha ahhh!!!”
“C’mon Capt. Give it up to me!!” Tasha pleaded playfully.
“Ha ha ha, heeee!! Never, ha ha ha!!” Ward couldn’t believe how incredibly ticklish she was. Her mind raced with thoughts.
“I guess I’ll just have to try harder.” Tasha said.
After a good 4 minutes on her pits, Tasha maneuvered her wiggling fingers down towards Ward’s midsection. Tasha didn’t wait to plunge her fingers in. Through the seated position Ward’s belly was softer. A small belly bulge peaked over her panty line. Tasha’s fingers wiggled at belly button area causing Ward to shriek.
“Heeeee!!! Noo, not my ha ha ha tummy!! Not ha ha heee, tummy!!” Ward pleaded swinging her hips as much as her restraints allowed.
Ward had virtually no control over the situation and that only frustrated her even more.
“Sucks to be on the receiving end, hu Capt?” Tasha teased, “I hear you’re a real bitch. Well look at you now, nothing but a giggling heap.” She took her index and middle fingers to her hips in a circular motion.
“Fuck you!! Ha ha ha!! Hee hee hee!!” Ward began to buck like a wild horse, thrusting her hips forward and back lifting her ass off the seat.
Now in this situation, Tasha had zero respect for Ward. Her rank, her military status, meant nothing at the moment. Out of her uniform she was just another helpless victim of a tickle attack.
Tasha fingers continued their circular motion closer now to Ward’s lower belly. Using her thumb and index finger she squeezed Ward’s belly in and out.
“Hee hee heee!!! Noo, no more, ha ha ha, noo!!!” She pleaded.
Tasha wasn’t about to stop, “Oh that’s a good spot hmm?”
Ward couldn’t believe she’d been reduced to this, a cackling mess. As Tasha continued to mercilessly tickle her lower tummy, she could feel her pussy begin to tighten up. All the attention her body was receiving, it was no wonder. The sensation would have been welcome if not for the tickle torture. Ward jerked her legs, hoping to get at least one free. She thrashed about as Tasha made her way down her thick thighs.
“Tickle tickle!!” Tasha’s fingers stroked her inner thighs causing Goosebumps to run up her spine. Then in a flash Tasha grasped her thighs wrapping as much of them that fit in each hand. She ruthlessly began digging her fingers in the crotch area. Arousing her pussy even more to the point where an outline was presenting itself through her panties.
Ward began to jerk from side to side, “Ohhhh!!! Tasha, heee heee s-stop!!! Ha ha ha ha, I never knew heee hee hee I was ticklish there!!!”
“Well every day you learn new things right?” Tasha smirked.
With every giggle Tasha hoped she was getting closer to cracking the Capt. She was anxious to get that money. Tasha paused for a moment to give her fingers a break. While she flexed them out she glanced back at Ward’s size 9 feet. They were still covered in nude nylons.
Tasha rubbed her hand on her chin, “Hmm, I wonder.”
Ward already seeing where this was going gasped, “Noo, nooo!! Not my feet!! I swear if you touch them!! Ughh!!”
“Enough with your empty threats.” Tasha spun around and strolled down to Ward’s feet. She grabbed Ward’s left foot by her toes with one hand pulling her foot up tight. Using her other hand she slowly began to scrape her arches.
“Ughhh!! I’m, heee, warning yooou hooooo hoo!! Last chance, heee hee!!” Ward tried her best to sound threatening but who would take her seriously though those girly giggles.
Tasha didn’t need to dug deep here. The nylons added greatly to the tickling sensation.
“Oh, ha ha ha!! Hee teee heee!!” Ward shooker her upper body side to side viciously trying to escape.
Tasha paused allowing Ward to catch her breath.
Ward gasping for air still felt the need to protest, “When I get out of here, your dead!”
Tasha simply smiled.
“What do you think I’m joking?” Ward fumed.
Tasha turned back around and began gliding her fingers up and down her arches again.
“Whoa, hee hee hee!! Seriously please!! Ha ha ha!! Stop!” Ward could barely get a word in through fits of giggles.
Tasha smoothly glided her fingers down to her heels. She scratched faster now determined to make her squeal.
“Noo!!! Bad spot, hee hee heee!! Bad spot!!” Ward bucked her hips some more, “Ha ha ha, hee pleeease!! Mercy.” Ward was now begging like a dog.
Ward could not comprehend any of this. It frustrated her that a short lanky woman was controlling her.
“Are you ready to talk?” Tasha looked up.
Ward wasn’t about to give in, she couldn’t, “No.” She almost sounded reluctant.
“I guess I’ll continue.” Tasha said shrugging her shoulders.
Ward squeezed her face together getting ready for another tickle, but to her surprise Tasha let go of her feet. She walked away from them inching back to her upper body. Tasha assumed her position back on Ward’s right side. Tasha immediately noticed Ward’s nipples piercing through her bra.
“Oh what perfectly round breast you have, Capt.” She reached out and gave it a squeeze, “Oh and so plush. These really are fun bags!!” Tasha giggled. “Why don’t we let your ta-ta’s get some fresh air hu? You have them suffocating in this tiny thing.” Tasha pointed to the bra.
“No!! Please, leave them alone!!” Ward pleaded. She couldn’t believe herself, pleading like a kid.
Pulling a switchblade from her pocket Tasha eased close to Ward’s bra.
“Now hold still or I might cut you on accident.”
Ward didn’t want that so she complied. Tasha easily ran the blade up and through the middle of the bra splitting it in two pieces. Now with both cups separated her breast plopped out. Tasha removed them revealing her round D sized hooters. They held up nice on their own. Her nipples were pointy like razors.
“See what did I tell you? You can’t keep them cooped up like that.” Tasha carefully put the blade away. With both hands free she reached out and began scratching on her firm nipples.
Ward began twitching about, her boobs free to roam around, “Oh my God!! Nooooo!!! Hee hee heee. Please, noo!! Hee hee, whooo ha ha ha!!”
Tasha’s fingernails were only touching the surface of her nipples. She continued occasionally making circles around them. This sensation was driving Ward insane. She jerked back and forth, up and down wishing it was over.
“Ha ha ha!! Noo!! Hee hee hee!! Stop!! PLEASE!!!” Ward pleaded.
Tasha could hear a sense of submission in her voice, but continued anyway, because she wanted to be sure.
“Tickle tickle!! Oh how hard your nipples.” Tasha teased as she continued to run her nails in circles around Ward’s nipples.
“Fuck you!! Ha ha ha ha !! Stop!!!” Ward completely loosing her mind began to bounce on her ass causing her breast to bounce along with her.
Tasha stopped for a moment, allowing Ward to get some air. As she did so, Tasha slid behind the submission chair Ward quickly jerked her head left then right trying to get her in view.
“What… are you doing… back there?” Ward huffed.
“You’ll see, or rather feel!!!” Tasha giggled.
Ward dropped her head to notice Tasha’s hands coming up from under her arms. She jerked left and right in expectation. Tasha’s hands moved up slowly until they were level with those round breast.
Ward watched helplessly as Tasha’s fingers began to wiggle just inches away building up tension for Ward.
“No please no more boobies.” Ward whispered in a exhausted voice.
At that Tasha’s hands squeezed both breast inward squishing them. She dug all her fingers wiggling them in and out of her soft flesh.
Ward jolted up as if stung by a bee, “Ha Ha Ha!! WHOOOPPP!! Ha ha ha!!! Heeee!!!”
“Oh I like these plush puppies!!” Tasha taunted.
Ward’s breast were indeed soft. They were lush and for some reason that she couldn’t figure out, they were ticklish.
“Hoooo, Ha ha ha!! Noooo!! Hee heee heeee!!” Ward laughed at the top of her lungs.
“Your gonna need a throat lozenge after this, and me a new set of ears.” Tasha teased.
Ward was in no way enjoying her jokes. If she could help it, she wouldn’t be laughing. Tasha watched as a tears began to flow from Ward’s eyes. Even though she had managed to turn Ward into a cackling mess, she still hadn’t broken her to tell her the code. Time was running slim and she needed that code.
Tasha instantly stopped her onslaught, “Oh, thank you ohhhhh.” Ward gasped.
Tasha walked back around and through her legs in v shape that were still securely fastened to the leg rests.
“Let’s see if this doesn’t break you!!” Tasha leaned her mouth in towards her breast.
“Hey what are yooooou!! Ha ha ha!!” Tasha was now sucking her right breast.
Using her tongue she circled around the nipple occasionally flicking it with her tip.
“Hoooo, heee hee hee!! Ha ha nooo!! Gross!!” Ward was able to blurt out.
Ward banged her head on the head rest. She wanted out badly. Tasha pulled back after a few seconds to catch her own breath. A string of saliva connected from her lips to Ward’s nipple.
Tasha wiped her mouth, “Oh, yummy.”
Ward submissively laid her head down and was no longer barking. She felt drained. Her mouth was getting dry, her throat, sore.
Tasha moved in close to continue, only this time on her left breast.
Ward motioned her head to the ceiling and whispered, “Oh God please…”.
Just as Tasha was about to lay her lips on Ward’s boob the sound of gunfire broke out. Tasha swung around in a panic. Seconds later the door to the interrogation room busted down. Two American soldiers stormed in, weapons in hand. Ward recognized them from her convoy. Tasha quickly got on her knees and surrendered.
Among the two soldiers was private first class Jay who briskly walked up to his Capt. . Ward blushed as Jay unfastened first her ankles, then her knees, then her wrist and elbows. Once Ward was free she collapsed in his arms hugging him tightly.
“Thank you.” She cried, sobbing. She wrapped her arms around him.
Once she let him go, Jay removed his vest and covered her up in it, “It’s alight. We’re here, and your safe now.”Jay comforted her, “So are you…”
“Yeah I’m fine. She tried to tickle the code out of me. Can you believe it?” Ward said.
“Oh she didn’t!” Jay poked her in the stomach.
“Hey, don’t you think I’ve been through enough?” Ward winced. She clutched her sides that were sore from laughing. “How on earth did you find me?” Ward inquired.
“It’s a long story.” Jay waved her off.
As Jay walked her out he stretched his arm around her. Jay had brought along a small jeep aside from the convoy tank. Like a gentlemen he opened the door for her and closed it too.
Once they were in and on their way Ward began to whisper to Jay, “I’m telling you, after what I’ve been through tonight, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. Jay…” she leaned in close to him, “between you and me, I’m gonna strive to be a more down to earth captain.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Jay shrugged keeping his eyes on the road.
