In the interrogation room the Eastern European guards had secured the handsome 6' British Agent 007 to the interrogation table having snatched him from the car park of the Central Casino in Bucharest, Romania. James Bond 24 hours later was vulnerable and helpless in this room somewhere he guessed in the Capital city. Minus tuxedo jacket and black bow tie, barechested and trousers and black Italian leather boots on.
Smartly dressed Romanian Drug Baron Dracul Antonescu who 007 was investigating for MI5 spoke to him
"Ah Mr. Bond I trust you slept well, not perhaps the Hilton Hotel but adequate so a dilemma Mr. Bond, you are upsetting me with your snooping into my business and finding myself in a ticklish position and this being so, I feel only fair one you should share with me and Mr. Bond tonight you will as my informants have been busy and Mihaela helpful in this respect; you of course spending times of intimacy together but her loyalty Mr. Bond is to us so Mr. Bond having worn them, your boots and socks, a whole night it is time perhaps for your feet to breathe!"
James Bond immediately squrimed on the table in the restraints as the two guards sat on stools at the end of the table and unzipped each size 12 Italian ankle boot as Antonescu told the spy that he had especially selected guards Mihai and Draco as they specialised in a form of torture leaving no marks but for Mr. Bond would prove itself effectively unbearable torment adding it was known by them his weakness being his super sensitive feet!
"What I will get you for this Antonescu!"
"Perhaps you will Mr. Bond, perhaps you will but I will have seen you suffer your worst nightmare which is of some considerable consolation to me! Not able to bear Mihaela affording you a foot massage, Draco told me to allow your feet to really sweat overnight as warm feet the more sensitive as he and Mihai intend illustrating to me!"
Dracul Antonescu took a seat at the side of the room as Mihai and Draco removed both boots which they apperciated the smell of, sniffing inside a boot each. James socked toes wiggling caught their attention and they lightly stroked the back sheer silk socked soles and 007 reacted immediately
"Oh! Haha oh no! Ha Ha Hee Hee Stop that haha ... Oh not there!" 007 giggled immediately
007 twisted his feet as best he could to avoid contact with the guards but fought a losing battle of wills as they enjoyed seeing Mr. Bond tormented as he curled his socked toes and then splayed them in ticklish agony and engaged in involuntary movements of his feet and his laughing intensified.
Mihai and Draco clearly experienced ticklers easily knew where to and how to stimulate the British Agent's nerve endings. Dracul Antonescu watched everything happening smiling as haviing checked out 007's ticklishness the two guards began to tease the well known ladies man psychologically as though not homophobic, James Bond certainly not welcoming male attention of a sexual nature directed to him.
Both guards maintained delicate strokes at a steady pace along the socked soles of the spy and thrilling that he was so very sensitive and their fingers caressing his feet from heels to toes but sensually and Draco speaking
"Mmmm such big, sweaty feet and smell so good, man's feet yes masculine but soft for touching!" remarked Draco
"Yes and so ticklish to my fingers and feeling so good and love strong smell too and will taste so, so good!" said Mihai
"Hahaha please hahahaha I can't take this, please no more hahaha" James Bond was going crazy from the sensual touches
Then the tickling continued more vigorously making him laugh more but the professional guards were devious and clever enough to not allow 007 to pass out, he was kept alert! Both socked feet in the faces of the guards as they deeply inhaled the smell from James Bond's socked soles and toes and being silk sheer socks, like a 2nd skin the feet they were delighting in tormenting and teasing clearly visible through them and both socks damp with the spy's natural foot moistness which was added to.
The guards began giving James Bond's socked feet a tongue bath and loved the soft silky material of his socks on their tongues and the rich taste from the spy's feet and the fact that he reacting to the sickening feeling that men's tongues were gaining perverted satisfaction from the smell and taste of his feet making him wiggle his toes, involuntarily inviting them to each take a moutful of his socked toes and nibble and suck them.
"Mr. Bond Mihai and Draco seem to be giving your socked feet a personal cleaning service sucking the sweat from your feet, it must be so humiliating for the macho lothario James Bond to be subjected to such a personal indignity as for you at least were your dick being given such attention there would be a sense of satisfaction but instead I am amused to knowing how hellish and experience this must be for you Agent 007!" said Antonescu smiling
"You dirty fucker, going to get you for this!" yelled the British agent
The guards wanting their salacious appetites satisfied began peeling off both socks and smiling as James Bond clenched his toes to make it difficult but a sole stroking foiled his attempts at sabotaging their determined efforts and both socks slid off and held to their individual noses and sniffed as then they placed their noses at 007's newly bared toes and inhaled them deeply and clearly finding their musky scent appealing and pleased to find the slightest contact gained a giggly reaction from the spy, each of them ran their noses up n' down the length of his soles.
Draco and Mihai spaced James Bond's toes and sniffed in between them all and then they lightly licked his arches and were delighted to find him hideously tongue ticklish and soon laughing harder, 007 was driven into ticklish hysteria as he was not prepared for this intimate assault to his senses, one he found unbearable. His feet the one area off limits to any lady he conquered as German agent Helga Schneider had learned when inadvertantly he had kicked her in the face when she had in sex play ventured to suck his toes; then freshly showered in the hotel suite back in Munich two years previously. James had felt bad about that happening but now no kicks possible, the licking of his arches was driving him berserk! Both guards thrilled by his reaction were enjoying launching their tongue attacks, exploring and delighting in the intoxicating salty, sweaty taste of 007's feet! They licked up to his toes and spaced with their fingers licked in between them all and along the bridges of his toes.
They each took a mouthful of toes and nibbled and sucked them driving James Bond bananas as he heard them deeply sniffing his feet and his laughter leaving the British spy breathless and weakened as his soles and toes glistened with their saliva and their fingers then slid lightly up n' down both his soles in the saliva lube and he had lost it and was pleading for them to stop!
"Hahahahhaha...No please, fuck nooohahahaha!"
Antonescu held a feather and seeing James having his toes licked and sucked had the reaction of causing him to gain an erection had them lick the agent's toes softly and gently as he began stroking the feather lightly across 007's balls and along the shaft of his dick so involuntarily James Bond's 7" dick throbbed as Antonescu smiled evily at him
"I have no physical desire for you Mr. Bond, I am like you favouring pussy not dick but an opportunity not to be missed to be the root of such frustration for you, to excite you not with being touched by hands or mouth but by a feather and to make you moan in uncontrollable response to a most devious torment, their tongues warming your toes, they are profficient torturers and expert at the art of sleep deprivation as my guest you will find out, they under instruction on the hour and every hour to afford your feet a tickling and using a variety of teasing tools at their disposal but it seems you are excited by me Mr. Bond, perhaps a secret exposed?"
"OOOOHFFUCJNOOOAHHHHHHSTAAAPOOOOHmmmOOOOHFUUCKNNNOAAAAHHAA!"
As James Bond neared climax Antonescu cruelly withdrew the feather and the tickling of 007's feet magnified as the quills of feathers were employed to be dragged along the soles of his feet to tickle him horrendously, scraped to his wiggling toes very effectively. James Bond's laughter now became loud screams and gasps for air intermixed in his hysterical laughter experiencing true ticklish agony to their satisfaction. His splayed toes held apart for the feathers and feather ends to slide in between adding to the spy's ticklish agony! James Bond yelled and pleaded for them to stop! Doing so sensing he might pass out if they did not, Draco and Mihai again resumed sniffing both bare feet facing them and very rich smelling on two moist feet ripe with flavour. Then resumed running their tongues up and down the British agent's soles which tickled like crazy as they both savoured the taste of 007's feet.
Their tongues licked along his arches leaving a trace of saliva all the way up to his toes which were again licked and nibbled but then sucked on hard. 007 immediately broke and burst into a fit of laughter as the teasing tongues tickled like hell. James Bond to Antonescu's delight was screaming in agonizing laughter as his defenses were completely destroyed and he reacting violently as two tongues again slid feverishly in between each of his ten toes in turn as he suffered this specialised and intensive torture that would leave no physical markings but would mentally scar him as tongues became teeth nibbling along the balls of his feet and the base of his toes.
"Oh noooo mooorehahahahaha staaaap... I can't hahaha ... stand hahahhahahahaaaOh no hahaha that tickles hahaha"
007 giggled letting out short bursts of laughter as the tips of the feathers held by Draco and Mihai brushed across his insteps and they both continued to stroke them up and down his right and left soles simultaneously making him writhe and his toes splayed in agony
"Oh no.... Haha please!hahaha!stophhahahahahhaa!" begged 007.
"Mr. Bond it amazes me interrogators use means of pain to torture their prisoners when as you prove a feather such an effective alternative and easier on the eardrums for the interrogator, preferable hysterical laughter of a captive than his screams of pain and no blood another advantage!"
The guards continued to stroke their feathers up and down the sweating soles of James Bond's feet continuously and twirling them in between his toes adding to his torment perfectly, the intense sensations destructing him slowly assaulting his ultra sensitivity expertly as he squirmed as much as was possible! From his soles, to his toes, even the sides of his feet were tormented with neither guard showing him any degree of mercy. 007's feet tickled intensely as fingers stroked the length of his soles and in between and under his toes in this barbaric torture resulting in the British spy shrieking as all traces of his machsmo were lost somewhere in the sea of tickles which drowned him!
"Enough for now Mihai, Draco replace his socks and we will resume interrogation in an hour when I have eaten and I would think that Mr. Bond can be afforded the opportunity to spunk for us as he will then be even more sensitive on his feet and I am sure reactive to the electric toothbrushes and a sight I look forward to witnessing! Mr. Bond excuse me but I must eat!"
Dracul Antonescu left the room followed by the two sadistic guards all laughing and British spy James Bond in his socked bound feet was alone to contemplate his ticklish fate!
Smartly dressed Romanian Drug Baron Dracul Antonescu who 007 was investigating for MI5 spoke to him
"Ah Mr. Bond I trust you slept well, not perhaps the Hilton Hotel but adequate so a dilemma Mr. Bond, you are upsetting me with your snooping into my business and finding myself in a ticklish position and this being so, I feel only fair one you should share with me and Mr. Bond tonight you will as my informants have been busy and Mihaela helpful in this respect; you of course spending times of intimacy together but her loyalty Mr. Bond is to us so Mr. Bond having worn them, your boots and socks, a whole night it is time perhaps for your feet to breathe!"
James Bond immediately squrimed on the table in the restraints as the two guards sat on stools at the end of the table and unzipped each size 12 Italian ankle boot as Antonescu told the spy that he had especially selected guards Mihai and Draco as they specialised in a form of torture leaving no marks but for Mr. Bond would prove itself effectively unbearable torment adding it was known by them his weakness being his super sensitive feet!
"What I will get you for this Antonescu!"
"Perhaps you will Mr. Bond, perhaps you will but I will have seen you suffer your worst nightmare which is of some considerable consolation to me! Not able to bear Mihaela affording you a foot massage, Draco told me to allow your feet to really sweat overnight as warm feet the more sensitive as he and Mihai intend illustrating to me!"
Dracul Antonescu took a seat at the side of the room as Mihai and Draco removed both boots which they apperciated the smell of, sniffing inside a boot each. James socked toes wiggling caught their attention and they lightly stroked the back sheer silk socked soles and 007 reacted immediately
"Oh! Haha oh no! Ha Ha Hee Hee Stop that haha ... Oh not there!" 007 giggled immediately
007 twisted his feet as best he could to avoid contact with the guards but fought a losing battle of wills as they enjoyed seeing Mr. Bond tormented as he curled his socked toes and then splayed them in ticklish agony and engaged in involuntary movements of his feet and his laughing intensified.
Mihai and Draco clearly experienced ticklers easily knew where to and how to stimulate the British Agent's nerve endings. Dracul Antonescu watched everything happening smiling as haviing checked out 007's ticklishness the two guards began to tease the well known ladies man psychologically as though not homophobic, James Bond certainly not welcoming male attention of a sexual nature directed to him.
Both guards maintained delicate strokes at a steady pace along the socked soles of the spy and thrilling that he was so very sensitive and their fingers caressing his feet from heels to toes but sensually and Draco speaking
"Mmmm such big, sweaty feet and smell so good, man's feet yes masculine but soft for touching!" remarked Draco
"Yes and so ticklish to my fingers and feeling so good and love strong smell too and will taste so, so good!" said Mihai
"Hahaha please hahahaha I can't take this, please no more hahaha" James Bond was going crazy from the sensual touches
Then the tickling continued more vigorously making him laugh more but the professional guards were devious and clever enough to not allow 007 to pass out, he was kept alert! Both socked feet in the faces of the guards as they deeply inhaled the smell from James Bond's socked soles and toes and being silk sheer socks, like a 2nd skin the feet they were delighting in tormenting and teasing clearly visible through them and both socks damp with the spy's natural foot moistness which was added to.
The guards began giving James Bond's socked feet a tongue bath and loved the soft silky material of his socks on their tongues and the rich taste from the spy's feet and the fact that he reacting to the sickening feeling that men's tongues were gaining perverted satisfaction from the smell and taste of his feet making him wiggle his toes, involuntarily inviting them to each take a moutful of his socked toes and nibble and suck them.
"Mr. Bond Mihai and Draco seem to be giving your socked feet a personal cleaning service sucking the sweat from your feet, it must be so humiliating for the macho lothario James Bond to be subjected to such a personal indignity as for you at least were your dick being given such attention there would be a sense of satisfaction but instead I am amused to knowing how hellish and experience this must be for you Agent 007!" said Antonescu smiling
"You dirty fucker, going to get you for this!" yelled the British agent
The guards wanting their salacious appetites satisfied began peeling off both socks and smiling as James Bond clenched his toes to make it difficult but a sole stroking foiled his attempts at sabotaging their determined efforts and both socks slid off and held to their individual noses and sniffed as then they placed their noses at 007's newly bared toes and inhaled them deeply and clearly finding their musky scent appealing and pleased to find the slightest contact gained a giggly reaction from the spy, each of them ran their noses up n' down the length of his soles.
Draco and Mihai spaced James Bond's toes and sniffed in between them all and then they lightly licked his arches and were delighted to find him hideously tongue ticklish and soon laughing harder, 007 was driven into ticklish hysteria as he was not prepared for this intimate assault to his senses, one he found unbearable. His feet the one area off limits to any lady he conquered as German agent Helga Schneider had learned when inadvertantly he had kicked her in the face when she had in sex play ventured to suck his toes; then freshly showered in the hotel suite back in Munich two years previously. James had felt bad about that happening but now no kicks possible, the licking of his arches was driving him berserk! Both guards thrilled by his reaction were enjoying launching their tongue attacks, exploring and delighting in the intoxicating salty, sweaty taste of 007's feet! They licked up to his toes and spaced with their fingers licked in between them all and along the bridges of his toes.
They each took a mouthful of toes and nibbled and sucked them driving James Bond bananas as he heard them deeply sniffing his feet and his laughter leaving the British spy breathless and weakened as his soles and toes glistened with their saliva and their fingers then slid lightly up n' down both his soles in the saliva lube and he had lost it and was pleading for them to stop!
"Hahahahhaha...No please, fuck nooohahahaha!"
Antonescu held a feather and seeing James having his toes licked and sucked had the reaction of causing him to gain an erection had them lick the agent's toes softly and gently as he began stroking the feather lightly across 007's balls and along the shaft of his dick so involuntarily James Bond's 7" dick throbbed as Antonescu smiled evily at him
"I have no physical desire for you Mr. Bond, I am like you favouring pussy not dick but an opportunity not to be missed to be the root of such frustration for you, to excite you not with being touched by hands or mouth but by a feather and to make you moan in uncontrollable response to a most devious torment, their tongues warming your toes, they are profficient torturers and expert at the art of sleep deprivation as my guest you will find out, they under instruction on the hour and every hour to afford your feet a tickling and using a variety of teasing tools at their disposal but it seems you are excited by me Mr. Bond, perhaps a secret exposed?"
"OOOOHFFUCJNOOOAHHHHHHSTAAAPOOOOHmmmOOOOHFUUCKNNNOAAAAHHAA!"
As James Bond neared climax Antonescu cruelly withdrew the feather and the tickling of 007's feet magnified as the quills of feathers were employed to be dragged along the soles of his feet to tickle him horrendously, scraped to his wiggling toes very effectively. James Bond's laughter now became loud screams and gasps for air intermixed in his hysterical laughter experiencing true ticklish agony to their satisfaction. His splayed toes held apart for the feathers and feather ends to slide in between adding to the spy's ticklish agony! James Bond yelled and pleaded for them to stop! Doing so sensing he might pass out if they did not, Draco and Mihai again resumed sniffing both bare feet facing them and very rich smelling on two moist feet ripe with flavour. Then resumed running their tongues up and down the British agent's soles which tickled like crazy as they both savoured the taste of 007's feet.
Their tongues licked along his arches leaving a trace of saliva all the way up to his toes which were again licked and nibbled but then sucked on hard. 007 immediately broke and burst into a fit of laughter as the teasing tongues tickled like hell. James Bond to Antonescu's delight was screaming in agonizing laughter as his defenses were completely destroyed and he reacting violently as two tongues again slid feverishly in between each of his ten toes in turn as he suffered this specialised and intensive torture that would leave no physical markings but would mentally scar him as tongues became teeth nibbling along the balls of his feet and the base of his toes.
"Oh noooo mooorehahahahaha staaaap... I can't hahaha ... stand hahahhahahahaaaOh no hahaha that tickles hahaha"
007 giggled letting out short bursts of laughter as the tips of the feathers held by Draco and Mihai brushed across his insteps and they both continued to stroke them up and down his right and left soles simultaneously making him writhe and his toes splayed in agony
"Oh no.... Haha please!hahaha!stophhahahahahhaa!" begged 007.
"Mr. Bond it amazes me interrogators use means of pain to torture their prisoners when as you prove a feather such an effective alternative and easier on the eardrums for the interrogator, preferable hysterical laughter of a captive than his screams of pain and no blood another advantage!"
The guards continued to stroke their feathers up and down the sweating soles of James Bond's feet continuously and twirling them in between his toes adding to his torment perfectly, the intense sensations destructing him slowly assaulting his ultra sensitivity expertly as he squirmed as much as was possible! From his soles, to his toes, even the sides of his feet were tormented with neither guard showing him any degree of mercy. 007's feet tickled intensely as fingers stroked the length of his soles and in between and under his toes in this barbaric torture resulting in the British spy shrieking as all traces of his machsmo were lost somewhere in the sea of tickles which drowned him!
"Enough for now Mihai, Draco replace his socks and we will resume interrogation in an hour when I have eaten and I would think that Mr. Bond can be afforded the opportunity to spunk for us as he will then be even more sensitive on his feet and I am sure reactive to the electric toothbrushes and a sight I look forward to witnessing! Mr. Bond excuse me but I must eat!"
Dracul Antonescu left the room followed by the two sadistic guards all laughing and British spy James Bond in his socked bound feet was alone to contemplate his ticklish fate!
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