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Fallout: Tickling Tactics F/f nonconsentual, sexual PART 3!!!

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Vault security!” Isabella screamed as she burst in the room, “Everybody freeze!” In that second, she was aware of everything in the room, of Amanda Yeats, lying on the bed hysterical and exhausted, her panties ripped off, her privates exposed, black pubic hair somehow even darker than the midnight locks on her head. She saw Brenda Deloria, leader of the Tunnel Snakes, holding the torn shards of the garment in her hand, eyeing the newly revealed flesh hungrily and of the other two gang members, still holding Amanda’s arms and legs, shock and anger at Isabella’s interruption pushing the lust from their eyes.

For a split second, nobody moved.

The gang member at Amanda’s feet reacted first. She released her victim and stood up, reaching for something at her belt. Isabella reacted faster, drawing the nearest thing she had to a weapon, a can of DOZE in a pouch at her waist. She sprayed the entire can in the Tunnel Snake’s face. She collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

“Dumb move, blondie!” Brenda yelled, tossed the ruined underpants of the ground. She charged the security officer, punching her squarely in the jaw and following up with a kick to the stomach. The gang leader was an athletic woman, hardened by a life on the streets. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was fight.

The punch barely made Isabella’s head turn, while the kick might as well have been into a brick wall. Brenda’s eyes opened wide with surprise as Isabella smiled. She shook her head slowly.

“Now who has made the dumb move, Brenda?” Isabella asked, reaching down and grabbing her ankle. With no visible effort, she yanked the gang leader off the ground and dangled her upside down in midair. Since Isabella, at a fraction over six feet, was the taller of the two by a decent amount, there was a few inches clearance between Brenda’s head and the floor.

Feeling like a child, Brenda lashed out, slapping Isabella’s legs and kicking her in the shoulder with her free leg. Isabella responded by tickling the bare foot in her possession. While the skin wasn’t as smooth or soft as Melissa’s had been, raking her soft nails across it made Brenda chuckle, her body jerking as it hung in space.

“he ehe eeheheh ehehe quiiitttt ehehehe quuuiiittt itt he eheheh youhuhuhu bittchhchhh eheheheh,” she chortled, reaching up but unable to stretch far enough to protect her tormented foot.

“Temper, temper, Ms. Deloria. You’re in enough trouble as it is. Now just hang there like a good girl while I take you to detention.” Isabella carried the upside down gang leader towards the open doorway still scratching her nails over Brenda’s soles, making her laugh and giggle with every step. Before Isabella could get out of the room, however, a weight crashed into her from behind, knocking both women to the floor.

It seemed that the other Tunnel Snake had come to her leader’s rescue and attacked Isabella when her back had been turned. Both gang members jumped on top of the security officer, trying to pin her to the ground while their fingers started digging into her ribs and sides.

“Get the bitch,” Brenda sneered, trying to slip her hand up the front of Isabella’s shirt and wiggle her fingers across her flat belly.

Fortunately for Isabella, the pills she had swallowed before charging in to the lion’s den had been Buffout, a new super steroid. It had not only given her a greatly increased strength, it made her body nearly impervious to pain and other negative sensations as if her skin was iron plated. The digits dancing across her body meant nothing to Isabella as she easily tossed one of the Tunnel Snake’s across the room.

Brenda’s eyes opened wide as she suddenly realized what she was up against. She tried to disengage from Isabella, break and run, but she didn’t quite make it.

Sitting up, Isabella reached out and grabbed Brenda’s ankle again before the gang leader could get more than a foot away. Brenda cashed back to the ground, landing on her front, barely getting her arms underneath her to avoid a face plant.

“Well, I guess you haven’t learned your lesson about tickling people!” Isabella snorted, “It’s time that you did!” Putting one hand on the small of Brenda’s back, Isabella started pinching the gang leader’s sides, gently using her fingers to probe the tender flesh.

“hehe ehe ehehe heheh biiheheh biittchchchh h eheheheh eheh gehehhheheeetttt hehe eheheh offff he ehehehh meheheheheheheheheh!!!” Brenda snapped. Lying on her stomach, she couldn’t even see the hand tickling her nevertheless grab it. She tried desperately to sit up, to get her knees under her, but the hand on her back pinned her as if she was a small child.

“No, no, you’re not going anywhere little girl,” Isabella taunted. She slid an index finger across Brenda’s soft skin, from ribcage to waist, then poking into her hipbone. Brenda squealed loudly, kicking her feet like a kid having a temper tantrum.

“HE EHEHh eh ehe eh iehehe I’LLLLL ehe EHEHEH kiHEHEHEHLLLLLLL YOUHHUUUUU HE EHEHEH EHEHEHEHEHE STAWWPPPPP!!!” Brenda howled, her entire frame shaking with every twitch of Isabella’s digits.

“You are just so mean! I think I’ll need to tickle the nasty out of you!” Isabella smirked. She wanted to teach this creep a lesson, but she worried about hurting the woman at the same time. Since this was the first time she had ever taken Buffout, Isabella honestly didn’t know her own strength. Even touching Brenda as lightly as she could, the security officer could already see a few red spots forming on her skin.

Vault regulations were very strict when it came to violence. Causing another resident pain would result in the harshest punishments the Overseer was permitted to invoke. That was undoubtedly why the Tunnel Snakes had been tickling Amanda instead of using other methods of “persuasion”. Leaving even one bruise on Brenda’s skin could, ironically, result in Isabella being the one in trouble.

A plan quickly popped into her mind. Reaching into her pouch, Isabella pulled out a make-up kit. She quickly removed a small brush. Super strength or not, she could never harm anybody with this. Isabella began dragging the bristles over the back of Brenda’s thighs, running the tool from the bottom of the gang leaders skirt to her knees.

“he eheehh eheheh hehehheeeyyyyyy eheheheheheh whahahahttt theheheh heheheellll biihihihitttchchch hehehehehe!!!” Brenda chuckled. She kicked her legs, but couldn’t knock the light, soft tickles off her skin. It was like an insect crawling on her legs that she couldn’t reach. It was more annoying than tickly, however, and she didn’t laugh as hard.

Isabella felt a strong sense of disappointment. She knew she had to try something else if she was going to make the gang leader see the error of her ways. She was tempted to go back to using her fingers, but the danger of hurting Brenda with her enhanced strength was too much. It was suddenly getting harder to think. This should have been an easy problem to solve. How…

Glancing around the room, Isabella saw Amanda crouching in the corner, whispering to a prone Tunnel Snake. Seeing her without panties caused an idea to pop into Isabella’s cloudy brain. Isabella grabbed the waistline of Brenda’s skirt, and pulled it along with her panties down her legs. The Tunnel Snake’s bare bottom now stared up her. It was firm, round and as white as a sheet. Clearly she wasn’t using any of her allotted time in the tanning bed nude.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Brenda screamed, “You can’t touch me there!” She fought even harder to get up off the ground, swing her arms blindly to try and hit Isabella. Most of her blows missed completely, and the few that hut might as well have struck an oak tree.

“Why? Isn’t this what you planned to do to Amanda? You and your cronies were going to touch her most private parts, right? Why shouldn’t I do the same to you?” She began sliding the brush over Brenda’s bare behind. Each bristle glided over her pale skin, the prickly tip sliding over the curved flesh. Brenda’s face turned beat red instantly. She held her breath for a second, then exploded.

“AH AHAHA AHAHAH AHAHAH NAWWWOOOOOA A A AHAHAHAH NAWWWAHAHTT AHA AHAHAH AHAHAGGAAAIINNNNN AHAHAHAHAHA A A AHAHA!!!!” The woman chortled, an increased tension evident in her cries.

“Awe, do we have a ticklish butt?” Isabella teased, moving the brush faster and faster across Brenda’s sensitive ass, twisting and turning the tool as she went, “Coochie coochie coo, little tickle butt!”

“HA AHAHAH KILLLLL AHAHAHAHAH KIAHAH KILLLL HAHAHA YHUHUHUHUHU AHAHAHAHAH STAWPPPPP ITTT AHAHAH AHAHH A A AHAHAHH KILLLLL YUHUHUHU DEHEHEHEHDDD HAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!"

The gang leader’s body began to buck like a wild bronco. Her bottom lifted a foot in the air before Isabelle regained control and used her enhanced strength to push down on the small of her back and flatten the tunnel strength back on the ground.

“I know our widdle Tunnel Snake is a tickly wickly widdle girl, isn’t she? Isn’t she? Coochie coochie coo, widdle Tickle Snake!” Isabella slipped the brush into the crevice formed where Brenda’s thigh and ass met, wisking it back and forth, like she was cleaning it.

As Isabella tickled Brenda’s ass, she found having so much control over such a tough, violent woman was a sexual thrill that she had never encountered before. She had always enjoyed tickling other people, but this was Brenda Deloria she was making laugh and howl! She was turning the leader of the Tunnel Snakes into her bitch! This was so much better than tickling a willing partner or even engaging in a tickle fight with a friend.

The only thing spoiling Isabella’s fun was the nagging feeling that she was forgetting something, that there was something…wrong happening around her and that she should be doing something to stop it. But brenda’s sweet laugh quickly pushed such thoughts out of Isabella’s mind.

“HA AHAH AHAHAHA OHOHOHOHO GAWWWDD HAHAHAH I HAHAHAH HAHAH HAHATTEEEEE HAHAHAH YUYUHUHUHUHUHU AHAHAHAHAH HAHAHATTEEEE HAHAHAH YUYUYUYUYU HAHAHAH SOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAH MUCHCHCHH AHAHAHAHAH!!!!”

Isabella could feel Brenda’s suffering as she shrieked with hysterical torment, her lithe body writhing beneath Isabella’s hand, her breathing growing faster and faster, her heart pounding harder. Brenda’s hands each grabbed a handful of carpeting and squeezed hard as she tried to resist the tickling. Her eyes were starting to water.

“Come on, widdle Tickle Snake, laugh for mommy! Goochie goochie goo, widdle Tickle Snake! You know you want to laugh even harder for me!” Isabella kept teasing, pure bliss in her voice. She was growing wet between her legs, a need starting to grow in her loins. Isabella HAD to keep tickling Brenda, make her suffer more, laugh even harder and harder! Had to!

Isabella moved the brush to the crack of Brenda’s ass, skimming the prickly bristles over the puckered skin of her anus. With a flick of her wrist, Isabella could make the brush travel from one end of her crack at the top of her butt to the other near her taint, covering as much delicate flesh as she could.

Brenda lost it. She started cackling maniacally, head whipping from side to side, all four limbs pounding the floor like a child having a temper tantrum. She tried to hard to move her butt anywhere, up or down, right or left, but the hand on her back still kept that motionless.

“HA AHA AHAHAHAHAH STAWWWPPPPP!!!! HA AHAHAHAH PLEAHEHEHEHESSEEE HA AHAHAH PLEEHEHEHESSSEEEE AHA AHAH NAAAHAHAHWWWTT AHAHAHAH NAWWT AHAHAHA THERERERE AHA AHAHAHAH AAAHAHNNYYTHINNGGG HA AHAHAHAH AAAHAHAHNNYTTHINNG AHAHAHAHAH!!!”

“Awe, Brenda baby, did you say please?” Isabella whispered, her voice beginning to turn husky with need. She was breaking her, breaking the will of the hard gang leader. She was going to own her, force the Tunnel Snake to obey her! Then she could tickle her even more, explore her tantalizingly athletic body! Isabella felt her blood boiling, her hormones racing through every inch of her body. Even though no one was touching her, Isabella meowed like a cat in heat.

“HA AHAHAHAHA AHAHA NAWWOOOOO AHAH AHAH I I AHAHAHAHAHH KIIIAHA AHAHAH AHAHAH GRRRRRR CAHAHAHAHAHNNNNAHAHAHHATTTTT AHAHAHAH CAAHAHNNNTTTT HAHAHA AHAHAHAHHAHAH CAHHHNNNTTTT STAHAHAHNNNDDDDD AHAHAH!!!”

“Yes you did. You said “please” baby girl. You said you’d do “anything” if I stopped. Is that true? Would you do anything if momma stopped tickling you?” Isabella moved the brush tantalizingly slowly down her crack, each bristle caressing the most tender, untouched skin on Brenda’s body. She had her! She had her!

Tears streamed down Brenda’s face, her brown hair a tangled mess soaked with sweat. It was too much, too much, too much! The plan had gone horribly wrong! It wasn’t supposed to go like this! No more! No more!

“YEEEHEHSSSSS AH AHAHAHAHAH YEEHSHSHEEEE PLEEASSEHEHHEEE AHAHAHAHAH PLEEASSEE EHE EHEHEH AAHAHNNYYHTINNGGGG HAAHAHH ANNYTHINNGGGG HA AHAH AH AHAHAH AHAHAHH DOOUUUUUU ANNYYYTHINNGGGGG HAHAHAH STAWWWPPPPPP AHAHAH !!!!!”

“Oh god, yes!” Isabella screamed, the very sound of Brenda’s surrender sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Now she was in control! Brenda was her bitch! She’d make the Tunnel Snake like her, lick her pussy again and again until she exploded again and again! Then she’d go back to torturing her prey, tickling the gang leader until…

At that second, a strange sensation swept over Isabella. She suddenly became dizzy, the room spinning around her. If she hadn’t been sitting on the floor she would have fallen. Brenda’s struggles to get free felt much stronger. She couldn’t control the gang leader, and she managed to get out from under her hand, rolling to the side. Her foot hit Isabella’s leg while she moved and a quick shot of pain shot through her. Even as the room rotated, she could see Brenda started crawling away from her. She reached out to grab her ankle with a clumsy paw, only to feel the gang leader break free with one jerk of her leg.

Then Isabella understood. The Buffout had worn off. Suddenly, her great strength and invulnerability was gone. She looked around the room, suddenly as frightened as a rabbit caught out in an open field with a hawk circling over her head.

“She’s back to normal!” a voice cried out, “Get her!”

Isabella turned her head in time to see both Amanda and both of the other Tunnel Snakes crash into her. She was immediately lying on her back, trapped under the bodies of all three women.

“Quickly,” Amanda barked again, “We’re going to run out of time! They’ll miss her before too long. We’ve got to get this done fast!” Isabella felt the former Robco CEO’s hands slip under her shirt while another pair went underneath her skirt and a third set grabbed her ankles.

“Amanda!” Isabella cried, still dizzy and confused, “What the hell are you doing?!”
 
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