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The Factor 3:
Cortez
What never seemed to change, even in this day and age is the fact that there was still slavery… even now in the United States. Though that brand of slavery is more refined than normal mandatory work. And among all these people who place themselves in these situations are the few who do not wish to be there. And that’s how Lisa found herself on “that” side of town. She wore long fishnet stockings, her feet were hid inside black leather boots. She wore a kinky miniskirt, with a matching red shirt, with a matching overcoat. Lisa’s hair had been cut and dyed blond, her eyes were shielded with dark sunglasses.
Lisa’s mission was simple enough, all she had to do was place herself in slavery. It would only last a week The reason Lisa found herself in this part of town was simply because of a woman named Cortez. She was a black headed woman with green eyes who specialized in slavery, she matched girls and guys up with people who were interested in what they specialized in, but not everyone wanted to be a slave.
“Hello?” Lisa said, she found herself inside a small building. She had just walked through a set of glass doors. In front of her was a large counter, and a bald-headed man stood behind that counter. His eyes were trained on a magazine in front of him. The man sighed deeply and glanced up.
“Yeah?” The man asked, plainly.
“I’m here for the job.” Lisa said.
“Job?” The man asked, he narrowed his eyes at Lisa. “You a cop?”
“No.” Lisa said, she stepped towards the counter and glided her hand over the smooth surface. “I’m here…” Lisa said, leaning forwards. “For the job…” She smiled brightly. The man glanced over Lisa, his eyes were taking everything in.
“Oh yes.” The man said, nodding. “Come around.”
Lisa obeyed. Walking around the counter Lisa followed the man into another part of the building. Lisa found herself in front of a set of concrete steps leading downwards. Lisa followed the man down those steps, she could hear the laughing of women, and heavy metal music. When they reached the bottom landing Lisa was led into a smaller room where she saw Cortez sitting behind a large oak desk, she was beautiful. Slim figure, black business suite…
“Who’s this?” Cortez asked, her eyes on Lisa.
“New recruit. She’s interested in joining anyways.” The man said.
“I see…” Cortez said, she got to her feet and stepped around the desk. “What special skills do you have?”
“I…uh…” Lisa started to think. “I’m very ticklish.” Lisa said, her eyes glanced towards her feet.
“Ticklish?” Cortez asked, her voice sounded very sexy. “I love ticklish girls.” Cortez traced her fingers over Lisa’s bare skin. Lisa giggled and backed away. “We’ll have to see how ticklish of course…”
Cortez reached into her desk and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Dangling the cuffs on the end of her finger Cortez winked at the man.
Lisa chewed her lower lip nervously. She started to regret mentioning her ticklishness. Cortez pointed to her chair, and Lisa sat down in it. Her hands were cuffed behind her back.
“Give me your foot.” Cortez ordered. Lisa obeyed, lifting her foot into Cortez’s lap, Cortez slipped Lisa’s boot off and held her stocking foot in her hands. “You would be surprised how many people want their girls ticklish.” Cortez said.
“That’s what I’m hoping for.” Lisa said. All the while she was reminding herself of her mission. Find one person who doesn’t want to be a slave! Cortez slowly began to move her fingers over Lisa’s soles, her nails glided over the smooth skin. Lisa giggled and her foot began to twitch.
“I can tell already your very ticklish.” Cortez said, she continued to run her nails over Lisa’s feet. “Tickle her other foot.” Cortez ordered. The man was undoing Lisa’s other boot when Cortez was getting into her torture. She held Lisa’s foot in a football hold, her fingers dribbled over Lisa’s bare soles. Lisa was giggling loudly, she wiggled in the chair, and kicked her legs. The man started to tickle her foot the same way, he wore a large grin on his face as his fingers traced over Lisa’s soles.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Lisa wiggled her toes, and tried to pulled her feet away from Cortez, and the man’s tickling fingers, but they were too strong for her. Lisa yelped and screamed loudly, but Cortez and the man continued to tickle her defenseless feet, their fingers traced up and down her soles.
The man bit Lisa’s big toe and pulled back, his fingers continued to trace up her soles the whole time. Lisa giggled loudly, and tried to kick away, but he was too strong. Cortez’s fingers stuck in the middle of Lisa’s foot, her fingers wiggled very fast.
“She’s pretty ticklish.” The man said.
“I’m starting to like this girl.” Cortez said, she scratched Lisa’s heels. The two continued to tickle Lisa’s heels, after a few minutes they stopped and allowed Lisa to place her feet back in her boots. Cortez undid the cuffs binding Lisa. “We’ll have to tickle the rest of your body, but you need a break.” Cortez said. The man took Lisa by the arm and led her outside Cortez’s office.
The man led Lisa down a long hallway and into a large room. There Lisa gasped, the room was covered in women who looked like they had been plastered to the wall. There arms disappeared underneath this orange material. The material hid their arms and the lower half of their bodies. Their chests were exposed, and so were their armpits. Lisa’s shirt was taken off and she was place in this wall, beside this brunette.
“Please let me go!” Begged this short headed blond. Lisa had just finished her mission, she found someone who didn’t want to be here. “I don’t want to be a slave!” The girl sobbed. Cortez and the man ignored the girl and left the room.
This was the first mission Lisa had completed with success… all she had to do now was escape.
TO BE CONTINUED…
The Factor Four
Lisa didn’t know what time that night she had fallen to sleep. She could hear the girls around her talking quietly amongst themselves, a few were laughing, but the blond who had cried that she didn’t want to be a slave was sobbing. A few minutes after being plastered to the wall, Lisa’s head fell to the right and she was fast asleep.
Lisa giggled, than stirred, she wasn’t surprised to see Cortez standing in front of her, her fingers were placed deep inside the hollows of Lisa’s pits.
“What are you doing?” Lisa asked.
“Tickling. You better get ready for it, some associates are coming in today and are looking for some playthings.” Cortez said, as she began to tickle Lisa’s pits. Lisa giggled, and tried to move away, but the plaster kept the girl in place. Cortez licked her lips, than her eyes moved to her right, and Lisa followed her gaze. She saw several men and women enter the room, some were dressed in business suites, and dresses, while others wore golfing uniforms… Cortez’s hands fell to her sides, and the tickling had stopped to the relief of Lisa.
“Welcome.” Cortez said, in a loud voice. She strode to the middle of the room, and stretched out her hands. “You are free to try out my girls in anyway you see fit, if you have questions, or would like to make a purchase than see me in my office.” Without another word, Cortez walked out of the room.
The crowd that had just entered instantly spread out. Some pointed at girls, others looked at the questionable scars on the girls exposed bodies, while this was going on Lisa spotted two suspicious characters. One was a long haired brunette who was eyeing Lisa from across the room, another was a short haired black man wearing dark sunglasses. The brunette haired woman walked up to Lisa and smiled brightly as she approached.
“How are you?” The woman asked.
“Fine.” Lisa said, smiling.
“Good.” The woman said. She instantly grabbed the sides of Lisa’s breasts and began to tickle, somehow the woman’s fingers had found a little of her sides. Lisa roared with laughter.
“Stop!” Lisa screamed loudly. The woman giggled, and continued to tickle Lisa’s exposed body.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Lisa’s eyes closed tightly, and sweat began to pour down her brow. The woman’s finger’s moved from her sides, and started to torture her nipples. She lightly placed the tip of her index finger on the ends of Lisa’s nipples and began to tickle. Lisa’s nipples grew hard, and her stomach muscles tightened.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Lisa screamed even louder, her screams attracted a few of the gentlemen and ladies in the room, they starred at the two women wondering what was happening.
“Very ticklish.” Said a blond, wearing a flower dress.
“Yes.” Said a brunette standing beside the girl.
The woman tickling Lisa’s nipples was smiling brightly, she leaned forwards and whispered in Lisa’s ears. “This is for blowing your first mission.” The woman said. The woman had stopped her attack for a moment, and Lisa’s eyes went wide.
“Your with…” Lisa began, but the woman reached into Lisa’s pits and started to tickle again.
“Get Cortez.” The woman called over her shoulder. The black man nodded and disappeared, when he returned Cortez was with him.
“Were interested in this one.” The man said.
“Good, she came in last night.” Cortez said. Cortez released Lisa from her binds, and the black man picked Lisa up and cradled her like a child in his arms.
“She’ll handle the financial arrangements.” The man said, as he carried Lisa out of the room and up the stairs. Lisa hadn’t noticed before, but she was small compared to this man.
“Are you with…” Lisa began.
“Yes. Were getting you out of here, and shutting this place down.” The man said. As the man reached the top landing of the building and the two walked out, a bunch of armed individuals ran inside.
“That bitch Cortez.” Lisa said, under her breath. The black man had led Lisa to a parked car, when she stepped inside she saw a fresh change of clothes. Lisa quickly changed.
“Don’t worry.” The black man said. “You’ll have your revenge. As we did.”
“Good.” Lisa said. She watched as the women that were slaves, flooded the streets and disappeared down dark alleys. Moments later the staff, and Cortez herself was led out of the building in handcuffs. “Good.” Lisa repeated.
The Factor 3:
Cortez
What never seemed to change, even in this day and age is the fact that there was still slavery… even now in the United States. Though that brand of slavery is more refined than normal mandatory work. And among all these people who place themselves in these situations are the few who do not wish to be there. And that’s how Lisa found herself on “that” side of town. She wore long fishnet stockings, her feet were hid inside black leather boots. She wore a kinky miniskirt, with a matching red shirt, with a matching overcoat. Lisa’s hair had been cut and dyed blond, her eyes were shielded with dark sunglasses.
Lisa’s mission was simple enough, all she had to do was place herself in slavery. It would only last a week The reason Lisa found herself in this part of town was simply because of a woman named Cortez. She was a black headed woman with green eyes who specialized in slavery, she matched girls and guys up with people who were interested in what they specialized in, but not everyone wanted to be a slave.
“Hello?” Lisa said, she found herself inside a small building. She had just walked through a set of glass doors. In front of her was a large counter, and a bald-headed man stood behind that counter. His eyes were trained on a magazine in front of him. The man sighed deeply and glanced up.
“Yeah?” The man asked, plainly.
“I’m here for the job.” Lisa said.
“Job?” The man asked, he narrowed his eyes at Lisa. “You a cop?”
“No.” Lisa said, she stepped towards the counter and glided her hand over the smooth surface. “I’m here…” Lisa said, leaning forwards. “For the job…” She smiled brightly. The man glanced over Lisa, his eyes were taking everything in.
“Oh yes.” The man said, nodding. “Come around.”
Lisa obeyed. Walking around the counter Lisa followed the man into another part of the building. Lisa found herself in front of a set of concrete steps leading downwards. Lisa followed the man down those steps, she could hear the laughing of women, and heavy metal music. When they reached the bottom landing Lisa was led into a smaller room where she saw Cortez sitting behind a large oak desk, she was beautiful. Slim figure, black business suite…
“Who’s this?” Cortez asked, her eyes on Lisa.
“New recruit. She’s interested in joining anyways.” The man said.
“I see…” Cortez said, she got to her feet and stepped around the desk. “What special skills do you have?”
“I…uh…” Lisa started to think. “I’m very ticklish.” Lisa said, her eyes glanced towards her feet.
“Ticklish?” Cortez asked, her voice sounded very sexy. “I love ticklish girls.” Cortez traced her fingers over Lisa’s bare skin. Lisa giggled and backed away. “We’ll have to see how ticklish of course…”
Cortez reached into her desk and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Dangling the cuffs on the end of her finger Cortez winked at the man.
Lisa chewed her lower lip nervously. She started to regret mentioning her ticklishness. Cortez pointed to her chair, and Lisa sat down in it. Her hands were cuffed behind her back.
“Give me your foot.” Cortez ordered. Lisa obeyed, lifting her foot into Cortez’s lap, Cortez slipped Lisa’s boot off and held her stocking foot in her hands. “You would be surprised how many people want their girls ticklish.” Cortez said.
“That’s what I’m hoping for.” Lisa said. All the while she was reminding herself of her mission. Find one person who doesn’t want to be a slave! Cortez slowly began to move her fingers over Lisa’s soles, her nails glided over the smooth skin. Lisa giggled and her foot began to twitch.
“I can tell already your very ticklish.” Cortez said, she continued to run her nails over Lisa’s feet. “Tickle her other foot.” Cortez ordered. The man was undoing Lisa’s other boot when Cortez was getting into her torture. She held Lisa’s foot in a football hold, her fingers dribbled over Lisa’s bare soles. Lisa was giggling loudly, she wiggled in the chair, and kicked her legs. The man started to tickle her foot the same way, he wore a large grin on his face as his fingers traced over Lisa’s soles.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Lisa wiggled her toes, and tried to pulled her feet away from Cortez, and the man’s tickling fingers, but they were too strong for her. Lisa yelped and screamed loudly, but Cortez and the man continued to tickle her defenseless feet, their fingers traced up and down her soles.
The man bit Lisa’s big toe and pulled back, his fingers continued to trace up her soles the whole time. Lisa giggled loudly, and tried to kick away, but he was too strong. Cortez’s fingers stuck in the middle of Lisa’s foot, her fingers wiggled very fast.
“She’s pretty ticklish.” The man said.
“I’m starting to like this girl.” Cortez said, she scratched Lisa’s heels. The two continued to tickle Lisa’s heels, after a few minutes they stopped and allowed Lisa to place her feet back in her boots. Cortez undid the cuffs binding Lisa. “We’ll have to tickle the rest of your body, but you need a break.” Cortez said. The man took Lisa by the arm and led her outside Cortez’s office.
The man led Lisa down a long hallway and into a large room. There Lisa gasped, the room was covered in women who looked like they had been plastered to the wall. There arms disappeared underneath this orange material. The material hid their arms and the lower half of their bodies. Their chests were exposed, and so were their armpits. Lisa’s shirt was taken off and she was place in this wall, beside this brunette.
“Please let me go!” Begged this short headed blond. Lisa had just finished her mission, she found someone who didn’t want to be here. “I don’t want to be a slave!” The girl sobbed. Cortez and the man ignored the girl and left the room.
This was the first mission Lisa had completed with success… all she had to do now was escape.
TO BE CONTINUED…
The Factor Four
Lisa didn’t know what time that night she had fallen to sleep. She could hear the girls around her talking quietly amongst themselves, a few were laughing, but the blond who had cried that she didn’t want to be a slave was sobbing. A few minutes after being plastered to the wall, Lisa’s head fell to the right and she was fast asleep.
Lisa giggled, than stirred, she wasn’t surprised to see Cortez standing in front of her, her fingers were placed deep inside the hollows of Lisa’s pits.
“What are you doing?” Lisa asked.
“Tickling. You better get ready for it, some associates are coming in today and are looking for some playthings.” Cortez said, as she began to tickle Lisa’s pits. Lisa giggled, and tried to move away, but the plaster kept the girl in place. Cortez licked her lips, than her eyes moved to her right, and Lisa followed her gaze. She saw several men and women enter the room, some were dressed in business suites, and dresses, while others wore golfing uniforms… Cortez’s hands fell to her sides, and the tickling had stopped to the relief of Lisa.
“Welcome.” Cortez said, in a loud voice. She strode to the middle of the room, and stretched out her hands. “You are free to try out my girls in anyway you see fit, if you have questions, or would like to make a purchase than see me in my office.” Without another word, Cortez walked out of the room.
The crowd that had just entered instantly spread out. Some pointed at girls, others looked at the questionable scars on the girls exposed bodies, while this was going on Lisa spotted two suspicious characters. One was a long haired brunette who was eyeing Lisa from across the room, another was a short haired black man wearing dark sunglasses. The brunette haired woman walked up to Lisa and smiled brightly as she approached.
“How are you?” The woman asked.
“Fine.” Lisa said, smiling.
“Good.” The woman said. She instantly grabbed the sides of Lisa’s breasts and began to tickle, somehow the woman’s fingers had found a little of her sides. Lisa roared with laughter.
“Stop!” Lisa screamed loudly. The woman giggled, and continued to tickle Lisa’s exposed body.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Lisa’s eyes closed tightly, and sweat began to pour down her brow. The woman’s finger’s moved from her sides, and started to torture her nipples. She lightly placed the tip of her index finger on the ends of Lisa’s nipples and began to tickle. Lisa’s nipples grew hard, and her stomach muscles tightened.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Lisa screamed even louder, her screams attracted a few of the gentlemen and ladies in the room, they starred at the two women wondering what was happening.
“Very ticklish.” Said a blond, wearing a flower dress.
“Yes.” Said a brunette standing beside the girl.
The woman tickling Lisa’s nipples was smiling brightly, she leaned forwards and whispered in Lisa’s ears. “This is for blowing your first mission.” The woman said. The woman had stopped her attack for a moment, and Lisa’s eyes went wide.
“Your with…” Lisa began, but the woman reached into Lisa’s pits and started to tickle again.
“Get Cortez.” The woman called over her shoulder. The black man nodded and disappeared, when he returned Cortez was with him.
“Were interested in this one.” The man said.
“Good, she came in last night.” Cortez said. Cortez released Lisa from her binds, and the black man picked Lisa up and cradled her like a child in his arms.
“She’ll handle the financial arrangements.” The man said, as he carried Lisa out of the room and up the stairs. Lisa hadn’t noticed before, but she was small compared to this man.
“Are you with…” Lisa began.
“Yes. Were getting you out of here, and shutting this place down.” The man said. As the man reached the top landing of the building and the two walked out, a bunch of armed individuals ran inside.
“That bitch Cortez.” Lisa said, under her breath. The black man had led Lisa to a parked car, when she stepped inside she saw a fresh change of clothes. Lisa quickly changed.
“Don’t worry.” The black man said. “You’ll have your revenge. As we did.”
“Good.” Lisa said. She watched as the women that were slaves, flooded the streets and disappeared down dark alleys. Moments later the staff, and Cortez herself was led out of the building in handcuffs. “Good.” Lisa repeated.
