The Tunnel Snakes were more of a nuisance then an actual threat. They just a group of three women who called themselves a gang and seemed scheme every waking moment on how they could get more than their fair share of Vault T’s resources. They found ways to sneak items out of the supply room, to con others out of their slotted rations or just trick them into doing what the Tunnel Snakes wanted. Sometimes they stopped just short of outright intimidation.
Their latest plan involved taking bets on the old sporting event shown on the vid unit in the conference room most nights. The computer had over 100 years of video in its memory, going back to the late twentieth century, so it was easy to find one that the residents hadn’t seen. Only the tunnel snakes found a way to preview the game so they knew how to set the odds to make themselves the most money.
Isabella shook her head as she hurried through the passageways. The Tunnel Snakes truly were a headache. If they were up to something, she’d have to find them and put a stop to it fast. The only problem was that Vault T, while one of the smaller vaults, was still much larger than it needed to be. The Vault-Tec engineers, used to building the massive full-sized vaults had left many extra rooms and levels, meaning that the troublesome gang could be anywhere.
That was why Isabella went to the security office. Vault T was rigged for video surveillance much more than the average resident suspected, and all Isabella had to do was turn on the master screen and start accessing the feeds from the cameras scattered all throughout the complex.
It took a few minutes, but she finally found them, in an unused storage room just one level up. They had done some redecorating, adding 3 beds and a few ill-gotten pieces of furniture and boxes of food. But that wasn’t what got Isabella’s attention.
Her eyes were drawn right away to the pretty woman lying on one of those beds, being held down to the mattress and tickled furiously.
“Where’s my money, Amanda?” the tunnel snakes leader Brenda DeLoria was demanding while she expertly poked and kneaded the woman’s firm ribcage, making her laugh and howl.
“HA AHA AHA AHWHWHAHAAAAAATTT AHA AHAHAH NAWWOOO STAWWWWPPPP A A AHAHAHAH WHHHAAAAHAHAHATTTT MOHOHOHOHOOOONNEEYYYY HAHAHAHAH!!!” Amanda bellowed. She fought to escape, but one of the other tunnel snakes was pinning her arms, while the third had her legs held down. Her body could twist and turn, thrust and bounce, but never far enough to escape Brenda’s hands.
Isabella watched, fascinated. At 35, Amanda Yeats had been the youngest CEO in RobCo history, second to only the founder and chairman Robert House. Isabella remembered how she’d been that first day, indignant and repulsed by the very idea of staying in Vault T instead of the luxury Vault she’d been promised. Since then, she had come across as cold and emotionless as a porcelain doll the few times Isabella had run into her in the vault, too good to associate with the common women around her.
Amanda Yeats was definitely not being aloof now. She was giggling wildly, flushed and out of control. She didn’t seem at all refined or aristocratic as her coarse laughter filled the room and her body gyrated in an almost obscene fashion.
“Now, you know very well that you bet 1000 T’s on Cleveland to win last night. You just think you’re too good to have the pay up when you lose! Now pay up or I’ll do this all night!” Brenda’s dexterous fingers kept up their devilish work, moving up and down Amanda’s sides, finding weak spots between ribs and wiggling into them just so to make the dark haired woman howl.
“NAWWOOOO BEEEHEHEHEHEHETTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAH NAWWOOOO AHAHAHAH BEHEEHEHEHEHEHTTTTTTT!!!!!! PLEEESSEEEE AHAHAHAH STAWWWPPPP I I I BEHEEHEHEHEEGGGG AHAHAHAH NAWOOOOOOO BEHEHEHEEEETTTT” Amanda howled, forgetting all concepts of dignity, willing to do or say anything for her torment to be over.
“I guess I need to job your memory a bit,” Brenda turned her head to the Tunnel Snake holding Amanda’s legs, “Help me take Ms. Hot Shot CEO’s skirt off so we can remind her of the debt she owes.”
Amanda roared like a tiger and began fighting for all she was worth, but long nights in the office meant few in the gym, and the three Tunnel Snakes were able to hold down her limbs while the eased the skirt down her bare legs. In seconds, all she was left with was her top and white panties.
Isabella sat glued to the screen. She knew she should have helped this poor woman, but tickling had always been her biggest turn-on, her greatest sexual. She’d had, however, depressingly few opportunities to indulge in it. Outside of porn, Isabella had only witnessed the occasional tickle fight between friends, sometimes, when she was feeling both bold and daring (and maybe a bit intoxicated) started by her.
True she had Melissa and her ticklish feet, but in some ways that just heightened her appetite. On the screen, she was watching a haughty, superior woman being mercilessly tickled while she fought like a wildcat, unable to break free. That excited Isabella in a way that consensual tickling never could. It was all she could do to not slide her hand down the front of her skirt.
“”Do you remember my money now Mandy?” The Tunnel Snake gang leader asked with a wicked grin as her fingers drilled into the brunette’s hip bone just below her waist, “Do you remember how you carelessly risked it all on a stupid game? Do you? Do you?”
“AH AHA AHAHAHA YE AHAHAHAH YEEEEEHEE AHAHHAHAH GRRRRR A A A AHAHAHAH NAWOOOO AHAHAHA NAWOWOWO DIDIDNNTT AHAHAHAH BEHEHEH EHEHEHEHEH! I I AHA AHAHAHAH DOONNTTT SAHAHAHAH BEEHEHEHETTTT AHAHAHAH ANNYYMOORREEEE AHA!!!”
Amanda’s butt was now bouncing up and down in a vain attempt to escape the tickling fingers tormenting her so, sometimes getting a full foot off the ground. Her laughter was raising in pitch as the sweat pouring from her forehead started plastering her dark hair to her face. There was also a growing wetness on the crotch of her white panties. Isabella felt her own excitement grow too and succumbed to giving herself a sympathy rub.
“Well that’s good,” Brenda said sarcastically, “And I don’t tickle torture the shit out of women who don’t pay me what they owe either. I especially don’t tickle them between their legs.” The gang leader got an evil look in her eye, and her poking fingers started traveling, inch by inch, towards her barely covered loins.
“HE EEHEHEHEHEHEHE NAWOOO!!! EHE EHEHEHE NAWTT NAWTT EHEHEHEH NAWTTT TEHEHERERER EHEHEHEHEHH NAWTTTT THERERERER EEHEHEHEHEHE I CAHAHAHNNTTT AHAHAHH CAHAHNNNT TSTAHAHAHNNDDD BEEHEHEIINGG HE EHEH TICKLLEDD THERREE!!!”
The closer Brenda’s fingers got the louder and more chaotic Amanda’s hysterical cries got. Soon she was bellowing at the top of her lungs, whipping her head from side to side and managing to lift the Tunnel Snake holding down her legs several inches into the air. Even that frantic burst of energy wasn’t enough to let her escape.
The Brenda’s fingertips reached their destination. They started caressing that crease formed where Amanda’s legs joined the torso, just outside her panties. Amanda started shrieking, her body trembling. Brown eyes opened wide, filled with hysteria and suffering while her mouth became a wide open pit, lips quivering. She tried to endure the suffering, but lasted mere seconds.
“HE EHEHEH EHEHEHEHE YEEESSSHHEEHEHEHE YEEHEHEHEHESSSSS HE EHEHEHEHEH EHEH YEEEHEHSSSS I I HEHEHEH BEEHEHEHTTT HE EHEHEH ON ON ON STAWWPPP ITTTT GAWWDD HEHEHEHEHEHEH ITTTT TIHIHIHICCKKLEEEEESSS HE EHEHEHEHEHE I I BEHEHEHETTTT ON THEHEHEHEH GAAHAHMMEEEEE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH STAWWPPPPP GAWWWWDDDD!!!”
And Brenda did, giving the brunette a chance to catch her breath, her entire chest heaving, face as red as a tomato. Her arms and legs still quivered a bit, as if phantom tickles were still running down her legs. Her eyes looked up at Brenda with a mix of despair and panic.
“Why did you lie to me, Amanda? Do you think you’re too good to pay me what you owe? Are you such a priss that you can’t handle paying a lowlife like me what you owe?
“I…I don’t have…my account doesn’t have any more T’s,” Amanda Yates admitted nervously, staring at Brenda like she was a wild animal ready to strike, “It’s…it’s almost empty. Maybe next month…”
Isabella whistled low. T’s were an electronic currency the Overseer had invented to create a rough economy inside the vault (some idiot had suggested using bottlecaps, but they had been quickly laughed out of the meeting). Everyone was paid the same amount regardless of job as long as the Overseer decided that they were doing it adequately. There was no way to get more other than wait for next month’s payday.
“Then why did you make the bet?” Brenda asked in a terrifyingly calm voice.
“I…I have a problem, alright! Before the war, I was in a 12 step program for gambling addiction!” A tear rolled down Amanda’s face, “I just can’t help myself! Look, I’ll never gamble again, I promise! And I’ll…I’ll find a way…”
“Oh, you’ll pay me,” Brenda said in that same calm voice, “Every T. But since you’re late, I think it’s only fair there be a late fee. And I’m going to take that late fee out of your hide. Girl’s help me get queeny’s panties off.”
“No!” Amanda screamed as the three Tunnel Snakes began wrestling with her again. The terror in her cry cut through Isabelle like a knife. She suddenly felt her tickling trance shatter, and she felt ashamed for letting Amanda suffer as much as she had.
Standing up, Isabella made sure her only weapon was in its holster, than swallowed some pills from a brown bottle in her desk. Knowing she was running into a scorpion’s nest, Isabella ran out of the office, headed for the Tunnel Snake’s lair.
She could only hope she’d be in time.
Their latest plan involved taking bets on the old sporting event shown on the vid unit in the conference room most nights. The computer had over 100 years of video in its memory, going back to the late twentieth century, so it was easy to find one that the residents hadn’t seen. Only the tunnel snakes found a way to preview the game so they knew how to set the odds to make themselves the most money.
Isabella shook her head as she hurried through the passageways. The Tunnel Snakes truly were a headache. If they were up to something, she’d have to find them and put a stop to it fast. The only problem was that Vault T, while one of the smaller vaults, was still much larger than it needed to be. The Vault-Tec engineers, used to building the massive full-sized vaults had left many extra rooms and levels, meaning that the troublesome gang could be anywhere.
That was why Isabella went to the security office. Vault T was rigged for video surveillance much more than the average resident suspected, and all Isabella had to do was turn on the master screen and start accessing the feeds from the cameras scattered all throughout the complex.
It took a few minutes, but she finally found them, in an unused storage room just one level up. They had done some redecorating, adding 3 beds and a few ill-gotten pieces of furniture and boxes of food. But that wasn’t what got Isabella’s attention.
Her eyes were drawn right away to the pretty woman lying on one of those beds, being held down to the mattress and tickled furiously.
“Where’s my money, Amanda?” the tunnel snakes leader Brenda DeLoria was demanding while she expertly poked and kneaded the woman’s firm ribcage, making her laugh and howl.
“HA AHA AHA AHWHWHAHAAAAAATTT AHA AHAHAH NAWWOOO STAWWWWPPPP A A AHAHAHAH WHHHAAAAHAHAHATTTT MOHOHOHOHOOOONNEEYYYY HAHAHAHAH!!!” Amanda bellowed. She fought to escape, but one of the other tunnel snakes was pinning her arms, while the third had her legs held down. Her body could twist and turn, thrust and bounce, but never far enough to escape Brenda’s hands.
Isabella watched, fascinated. At 35, Amanda Yeats had been the youngest CEO in RobCo history, second to only the founder and chairman Robert House. Isabella remembered how she’d been that first day, indignant and repulsed by the very idea of staying in Vault T instead of the luxury Vault she’d been promised. Since then, she had come across as cold and emotionless as a porcelain doll the few times Isabella had run into her in the vault, too good to associate with the common women around her.
Amanda Yeats was definitely not being aloof now. She was giggling wildly, flushed and out of control. She didn’t seem at all refined or aristocratic as her coarse laughter filled the room and her body gyrated in an almost obscene fashion.
“Now, you know very well that you bet 1000 T’s on Cleveland to win last night. You just think you’re too good to have the pay up when you lose! Now pay up or I’ll do this all night!” Brenda’s dexterous fingers kept up their devilish work, moving up and down Amanda’s sides, finding weak spots between ribs and wiggling into them just so to make the dark haired woman howl.
“NAWWOOOO BEEEHEHEHEHEHETTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAH NAWWOOOO AHAHAHAH BEHEEHEHEHEHEHTTTTTTT!!!!!! PLEEESSEEEE AHAHAHAH STAWWWPPPP I I I BEHEEHEHEHEEGGGG AHAHAHAH NAWOOOOOOO BEHEHEHEEEETTTT” Amanda howled, forgetting all concepts of dignity, willing to do or say anything for her torment to be over.
“I guess I need to job your memory a bit,” Brenda turned her head to the Tunnel Snake holding Amanda’s legs, “Help me take Ms. Hot Shot CEO’s skirt off so we can remind her of the debt she owes.”
Amanda roared like a tiger and began fighting for all she was worth, but long nights in the office meant few in the gym, and the three Tunnel Snakes were able to hold down her limbs while the eased the skirt down her bare legs. In seconds, all she was left with was her top and white panties.
Isabella sat glued to the screen. She knew she should have helped this poor woman, but tickling had always been her biggest turn-on, her greatest sexual. She’d had, however, depressingly few opportunities to indulge in it. Outside of porn, Isabella had only witnessed the occasional tickle fight between friends, sometimes, when she was feeling both bold and daring (and maybe a bit intoxicated) started by her.
True she had Melissa and her ticklish feet, but in some ways that just heightened her appetite. On the screen, she was watching a haughty, superior woman being mercilessly tickled while she fought like a wildcat, unable to break free. That excited Isabella in a way that consensual tickling never could. It was all she could do to not slide her hand down the front of her skirt.
“”Do you remember my money now Mandy?” The Tunnel Snake gang leader asked with a wicked grin as her fingers drilled into the brunette’s hip bone just below her waist, “Do you remember how you carelessly risked it all on a stupid game? Do you? Do you?”
“AH AHA AHAHAHA YE AHAHAHAH YEEEEEHEE AHAHHAHAH GRRRRR A A A AHAHAHAH NAWOOOO AHAHAHA NAWOWOWO DIDIDNNTT AHAHAHAH BEHEHEH EHEHEHEHEH! I I AHA AHAHAHAH DOONNTTT SAHAHAHAH BEEHEHEHETTTT AHAHAHAH ANNYYMOORREEEE AHA!!!”
Amanda’s butt was now bouncing up and down in a vain attempt to escape the tickling fingers tormenting her so, sometimes getting a full foot off the ground. Her laughter was raising in pitch as the sweat pouring from her forehead started plastering her dark hair to her face. There was also a growing wetness on the crotch of her white panties. Isabella felt her own excitement grow too and succumbed to giving herself a sympathy rub.
“Well that’s good,” Brenda said sarcastically, “And I don’t tickle torture the shit out of women who don’t pay me what they owe either. I especially don’t tickle them between their legs.” The gang leader got an evil look in her eye, and her poking fingers started traveling, inch by inch, towards her barely covered loins.
“HE EEHEHEHEHEHEHE NAWOOO!!! EHE EHEHEHE NAWTT NAWTT EHEHEHEH NAWTTT TEHEHERERER EHEHEHEHEHH NAWTTTT THERERERER EEHEHEHEHEHE I CAHAHAHNNTTT AHAHAHH CAHAHNNNT TSTAHAHAHNNDDD BEEHEHEIINGG HE EHEH TICKLLEDD THERREE!!!”
The closer Brenda’s fingers got the louder and more chaotic Amanda’s hysterical cries got. Soon she was bellowing at the top of her lungs, whipping her head from side to side and managing to lift the Tunnel Snake holding down her legs several inches into the air. Even that frantic burst of energy wasn’t enough to let her escape.
The Brenda’s fingertips reached their destination. They started caressing that crease formed where Amanda’s legs joined the torso, just outside her panties. Amanda started shrieking, her body trembling. Brown eyes opened wide, filled with hysteria and suffering while her mouth became a wide open pit, lips quivering. She tried to endure the suffering, but lasted mere seconds.
“HE EHEHEH EHEHEHEHE YEEESSSHHEEHEHEHE YEEHEHEHEHESSSSS HE EHEHEHEHEH EHEH YEEEHEHSSSS I I HEHEHEH BEEHEHEHTTT HE EHEHEH ON ON ON STAWWPPP ITTTT GAWWDD HEHEHEHEHEHEH ITTTT TIHIHIHICCKKLEEEEESSS HE EHEHEHEHEHE I I BEHEHEHETTTT ON THEHEHEHEH GAAHAHMMEEEEE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH STAWWPPPPP GAWWWWDDDD!!!”
And Brenda did, giving the brunette a chance to catch her breath, her entire chest heaving, face as red as a tomato. Her arms and legs still quivered a bit, as if phantom tickles were still running down her legs. Her eyes looked up at Brenda with a mix of despair and panic.
“Why did you lie to me, Amanda? Do you think you’re too good to pay me what you owe? Are you such a priss that you can’t handle paying a lowlife like me what you owe?
“I…I don’t have…my account doesn’t have any more T’s,” Amanda Yates admitted nervously, staring at Brenda like she was a wild animal ready to strike, “It’s…it’s almost empty. Maybe next month…”
Isabella whistled low. T’s were an electronic currency the Overseer had invented to create a rough economy inside the vault (some idiot had suggested using bottlecaps, but they had been quickly laughed out of the meeting). Everyone was paid the same amount regardless of job as long as the Overseer decided that they were doing it adequately. There was no way to get more other than wait for next month’s payday.
“Then why did you make the bet?” Brenda asked in a terrifyingly calm voice.
“I…I have a problem, alright! Before the war, I was in a 12 step program for gambling addiction!” A tear rolled down Amanda’s face, “I just can’t help myself! Look, I’ll never gamble again, I promise! And I’ll…I’ll find a way…”
“Oh, you’ll pay me,” Brenda said in that same calm voice, “Every T. But since you’re late, I think it’s only fair there be a late fee. And I’m going to take that late fee out of your hide. Girl’s help me get queeny’s panties off.”
“No!” Amanda screamed as the three Tunnel Snakes began wrestling with her again. The terror in her cry cut through Isabelle like a knife. She suddenly felt her tickling trance shatter, and she felt ashamed for letting Amanda suffer as much as she had.
Standing up, Isabella made sure her only weapon was in its holster, than swallowed some pills from a brown bottle in her desk. Knowing she was running into a scorpion’s nest, Isabella ran out of the office, headed for the Tunnel Snake’s lair.
She could only hope she’d be in time.
