Here's part2 - apologies for the slight delay. Please enjoy, comments welcome.
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Hugo Sexton pulled the red cravat from his short collar and mopped his brow.
He had just spent an extremely enjoyable time watching his statuesque blonde security specialist, Major Patricia Kraus, mercilessly and sensually tickle torture a beautiful woman into unconsciousness. In a way he was glad that there was a break in the action as it temporarily eased the aching in his loins.
What had made the experience all the more satisfying was that the lovely victim was Samantha Storm, a secret agent employed by the shadowy Section Seven. She was learning the hard way that one way or another Hugo Sexton always got what he wanted.
He watched excitedly as Kraus sat the brunette on the edge of the padded tickling rack in the middle of the room. Samantha swayed slightly, she seemed to be mumbling slightly and her eyelids were fluttering, then she slumped forward and her head landed on Patricia’s chest.
“Well, well, my dear.” Sexton cooed. “It looks like the fair Samantha is taking a liking to you.”
“I think she’s trying to get on my good side.” Kraus chuckled. She cupped Samantha’s face in her palms and held her upright. “Ah, she looks so sweet when she is asleep.”
The German’s hands slid down Samantha’s neck and under the collar of her open shirt to grasp her by the shoulders. She shook her gently and pretended to be surprised when Samantha’s shirt dropped down her arms to pool at her wrists. “Oopsie! Look what just happened!” Kraus said, giggling with schoolgirlish embarrassment. “Well she would probably more comfortable without that anyway.
Kraus dragged the garment from Samantha’s body and tossed it over to Sexton. He caught it and pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply and groaning. “Now that is the scent of a woman. Hooyah!” He said in a bad imitation of Al Pacino.
The blonde arched an eyebrow and then laid the shirtless brunette out on the tickling rack and prepared to bind her wrists and ankles. She looked at her sleeping prisoner’s delightful chest, which was gently rising and falling with her breathing and a wicked smile crossed her face.
Kraus lifted Samantha up and reached around her back to unhook her bra. When the bra came off Kraus was not surprised to see that the brunette had lovely breasts. They were not as large as the German’s but they were firm and round with exquisite pink nipples. As she laid Samantha back down she could not resist brushing them lightly with her palms. The brunette’s brow furrowed and she murmured something in her dozy state.
The German quickly pulled Samantha’s hands over her head and secured her wrists. She then moved swiftly to the foot of the table and buckled thick leather straps around her ankles.
Sexton had watched breathlessly as the blonde had stripped and bound the sleeping beauty. He was glad he had state of the art cameras recording every second of the action from multiple angles. This performance would occupy a special place in his private collection.
“Time to wake up the sleeping beauty, I think.” Kraus murmured. She gently tapped Samantha’s cheeks with the backs of her fingers. “Oh Samanthaaaa…?” She sang softly.
This seemed to have little effect on the slumbering secret agent so Kraus lightly tapdanced her fingertips into one deliciously exposed armpit. Samantha murmured and then squirmed a little. Finally her eyes snapped wide open and she looked up in astonishment.
“What the hell…?” She began. Then she saw the smiling face of Patricia Kraus looming above her and realised her predicament. She looked down and saw that her shirt and bra had been removed and she was naked from the waist up. “Oh you gotta be kidding me.” She said softly to herself.
“Hello Samantha. Welcome back.” Kraus beamed. “I am so looking forward to playing with you some more. I hope you don’t mind that I undressed you a little.”
“Well I was hardly in any state to stop you.” Samantha grumbled, purposefully avoiding the German’s gaze.
“I must say I certainly enjoyed it as you have a very attractive body. We both admired you as you slept.” Kraus continued, indicating towards Sexton. “However, it seems I forgot to remove your socks. Oh well, I shall do that now.”
The reality of the impending tickle torture hit Samantha and she craned her neck to see Kraus saunter to the foot of the table. She bunched toes together, hoping against hope to somehow keep her socks on.
Kraus hummed to herself as she slid her fingers under the jeans cuff of Samantha’s left leg and took hold of her sock. She pulled it off using small, rhythmic tugs and as she moved the material over the soft globe of Samantha’s heel she stretched the material taut, allowing it to stroke the soft sole and high arch. The German flipped the bulky white sock over her shoulder, winked at Samantha and repeated the process with her right foot. The dark haired beauty shivered as she felt the cool air wash over her naked feet.
“Oh Samantha. Such pretty feet!” Kraus exclaimed. She took Samantha’s left heel in a firm grip and gazed lovingly at the perfectly formed size seven in her grasp. She cackled mischievously and then flicked her nails against it. She was rewarded instantly.
“Eeeep! Nooo! Oh shit, cut that out. I-I…I’m warning you!” Samantha sputtered.
Kraus flicked her nails against Samantha’s sole again and then ran the tip of her index finger along with smooth line of her arch.
Samantha’s head fell back and she screwed her eyes shut and bit her lip.
The German saw this and smiled to herself. She loved breaking them when they tried to do this. She unleashed her practised nails in a tickling frenzy now. “Kitchie kitchie, Samantha!” She sang merrily.
The brunette’s eyes bugged out and her mouth opened to release a tormented wail that descended into full rich laughter. “Noooooo, (gulp) hahahaaaa….no stop it!” She cried in absolute futility.
Kraus went into a low crouch and used one hand to tickle each of Samantha’s feet. She used the nails of her index fingers to trace to the glorious high arches before scrabbling all of her fingers together from the tips of the toes to the bottoms of the heels.
“Ohmigod…NOOOO, HAHAHA…(gulp)…PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEASE!!!”Samantha was apoplectic. She was thrashing and squealing with laughter so much that the sturdy tickling rack was creaking. Unfortunately for the plucky agent that particular piece of equipment was definitely built to last. The brunette’s distress just excited the merciless German and compelled her on to more and more devilish tickles as she raked, poked, stroked and fluttered her nails all over Samantha’s feet.
Kraus was entranced by the wigglings and tremblings of the delightfully soft feet in her grasp. She had barely even started! She pulled up a chair to she could tickle in comfort and set herself down.
“Having fun, Samantha? I can hear a lot of laughing so you must be happy.” She teased.
“G-g-go to hell you bitch!” Came the shaky reply.
“Now, now Samantha, don’t be rude or I’ll you get a spanking.” Kraus retorted. “Ah now I wonder what I have in my little black bag for you.”
Samantha tried to look up to see what Kraus was doing. She didn’t have to wait long.
The German looked up with a wide smug grin and waved a long, stiff green feather in front of the hapless intelligence officer. “Ah yes! I think it is time to let Mr Feather play with your gorgeous little feet. I think he is going to have lots of fun with you.”
Samantha’s heart thudded in her chest as she heard the words of her tormentor. None of her training had prepared her for the excruciating realities of tickle torture. It was quite one thing to indulge in a little tickling foreplay with a lover or have an impromptu tickle fight with a friend. But to be tied down at the mercy of a fiendish feather-wielder who gave no quarter and delighted in the screams, squeals and pleadings of a victim was something else altogether.
Kraus gripped the big toe of Samantha’s left foot firmly between her forefinger and thumb and pulled it away from her other toes. A cruel smile touched the German’s lips as she watched Samantha’s precious little toes wiggle helplessly. Kraus pushed the feather between Samantha’s toes and began to saw it back and forth slowly and deliberately.
At the instant she felt this Samantha couldn’t help but let out a tortured squeal. The feather continued to saw back and forth at the behest of the giggling German. Each tendril scraped at the delicate flesh of Samantha’s toes. One by one they each suffered this horrible torment.
“Nooo, nooooo, bwah hahahaha HAAAA! STOPPP!!! FUCK IT NOOOO MOOORE!!!!” Samantha wept gales of laughter and thrashed from side to side within her confines.
Kraus bent all of Samantha’s toes back to expose the lovely, fleshy balls of her feet. She reversed the feather and used its stalk to poke and prod at the skin. She interspersed this with frenetic bouts of fingernail strokes to the arch.
Wild strands of Samantha’s air stuck to her face with a mixture of tears and sweat. Her entire body glistened and she could feel her back sticking to the leather pads of the tickling rack upon which she was so effectively imprisoned. She gulped and giggled and moaned as every nerve ending in her feet was set on ticklish fire.
The German bent forward and began to suck on Samantha’s pebble like toes. She slurped away happily, running her tongue and lips all over the dainty feet. One hand held the foot in place for the free hand and mouth to tickle away.
Kraus knew exactly what she was doing and was constantly varying the techniques she used to tease Samantha’s feet. In that the poor spy had not chance to get used to what was being done to her.
“Mmmm, Samantha, you have such deliciously sexy – slurp- toes.” She cooed, nibbling away at the tender tootsies and lavishing them with soft ticklish kisses.
“Noooo – gulp – hahahaha….oooooh shit!”
“What shall I write on your perfect little arches? Ah yes, how about, ‘Property of Patricia Kraus’?” She swirled the tip of the feather’s stalk over the sensitive pink flesh.
“Eeeeeeep!!! Nyah..hahahah..noo (sharp intake of breath) enough, STOPPP!”
“Oho, is that a little lint I see on your footsie? Let me see if I can get rid of it with this hairbrush.” She scraped the brush all over the foot from toes to heels, swirling the springy bristles in small tight circles.
“Omigod, omigod (panting hard) Heeeheeheehee… DOOON’T!!!! Bwahhahahaaaa…”
And so it continued. Samantha was unable to say what was worse, the flickering feather, the tantalising tongue or the fiendish fingers. Kraus was an expert in using each and every one to wring gales of tortured laughter from her victim and did so with gusto.
Sexton dared not blink less he miss even a second of this wonderful sight. He watched in fascination as Samantha’s glossy black hair whipped itself into a tangled mane and her face registered laughter, anguish, hopelessness, fury and frustration. His eyes followed the jiggling of her breasts, the quivering of her belly and the way she bounced her butt up and down on the tickling rack in frustration and of course the dear wriggling of her toes. His erection throbbed in his pants and he ached to dive in himself but for now he had to try and maintain a professional detachment from what he was seeing.
Samantha couldn’t care less about being the object of the bearded millionaire’s breathless ogling. She was concerned with not losing her sanity to the ticklish onslaught. Every stroke, lick or feather on her feet was sending electric sensations up her legs that found their way all the way to her brain. She tried to hold on to the thought that Kraus was just playing with her, that she didn’t really plan to drive her over the edge. The dark stories of agents that had suffered for extended periods at the hands of tickle torturers were the equivalent of campfire ghost stories or urban legends to the operatives of Section 7. They might laugh at them in public but in private no one relished the prospect of such an ordeal.
Just when Samantha thought she was going to crack the tickling stopped. The raking nails died away and instead the firm fingers and thumbs soothingly massaged the electrified soles and toes of her feet.
Samantha looked up at the light above her head and blinked away tears until she could see clearly. She regained control of her breathing. What now? Some sadistic plot to lure her into a false sense of security before the tickling started again? Samantha dared not hope.
“Aw Samantha.” Kraus whispered softly. “I don’t know how you can hold out so much. I have seen people break under less than you have endured. But I imagine you have had some practice, hmmm?”
Samantha didn’t answer. She simply did not have the breath to do so.
Kraus didn’t seem to mind. She softly kissed Samantha’s toes whilst she continued her restorative massage. Slowly the lingering tingling sensations ebbed away but Samantha had no illusion that she was out of the woods yet.
The German got up from her chair and walked around to look down at Samantha. She smiled down at her with something approaching sympathy and smoothed her hair away from her face. “You must be aching from all that laughter. I know what it can do to a person. Let me help.”
Samantha tensed as she felt Kraus’ cool palms brush over her belly.
“Shhh.” The German whispered. She massaged Samantha’s stomach and sides, her hands rubbed gently to ease the well-honed muscles beneath the velvet soft skin.”
Samantha exhaled a sigh of relaxation and let her eyes close.
“It feels rather nice, does it not?” Kraus chuckled, gently kneading Samantha’s ribs.
Samantha murmured in agreement and let out a tiny yawn.
The German’s fingertips brushed against the sides of Samantha’s breasts by accident. Then it happened again, only this time Samantha realised it was no accident.
Kraus started to gently caress Samantha’s breasts, her fingertips gliding lightly over the delicious contours. The hands cupped, squeezed and stroked her and started closing in on her nipples.
Samantha looked up uncomfortably at her tormentor and began to speak. Patricia silenced her by gently placing a finger over her lips before leaning down to cover Samantha’s mouth with her own. The bound agent was startled as she was kissed chastely on the mouth. All the while, the knowing fingers stroked and caressed her, arousing her nipples. Samantha involuntarily arched her back. The beautiful blonde certainly knew her way around a woman’s body.
Kraus nibbled her way down Samantha’s throat and fluttered little kisses along her cleavage before allowing herself to close in on the tender buds of her nipples. She tasted sweat and perfume as her lips encircled her nipple and was rewarded with a small gasp from her prisoner. She flicked her tongue over the responsive flesh and sucked it into her mouth, nipping at it lightly with her teeth.
Samantha moaned slightly. She could not deny that what the German was doing felt good. It was certainly preferable to the tickling.
“Holy fucking sheepshit.” Sexton mumbled quietly to himself. “This is going to give a freaking coronary but I’ll damn sure die a happy man!”
Kraus cuddled Samantha’s body to her as she kissed, licked and sucked at her breasts. Her mouth wandered to cover the brunette’s belly, ribs, neck and throat but she kept returning to those wonderful, sensitive breasts. She let one hand drop down to rub and squeeze Samantha’s denim-covered mound and was satisfied to feel a hot dampness there.
Samantha squirmed and moaned. Her sensitivity was already enhanced due to the tickling she had already received and this had prepared her beautifully to react to the sensual ministrations of the buxom blonde.
Kraus leaned over Samantha so that their breasts were pushed together. She ran one finger against the crotch seam of Samantha’s jeans and nibbled at her neck and earlobe. “Mmm, does that feel good, Samantha?” She purred.
“Yes.” Samantha nodded, her voice a little more than a whisper.
“Good. I’m glad.” The German took Samantha’s face in her hands and kissed her passionately on the mouth.
Samantha’s eyes blinked wide open in surprise. She had used her feminine charms on both men and women in the course of assignments before but this development had completely thrown her. She felt her pulse rate quicken as the blonde continued to kiss her.
Eventually the German broke the kiss and sighed, a look of pure sensuality in her eyes. She licked her lips and smiled happily at Samantha. “I must admit I don’t normally do that, but I think we both liked it.”
Samantha nodded breathlessly.
“You are so wonderfully responsive, Samantha. So pleasurable to enjoy.” She sighed again and pecked Samantha on the lips.
Samantha’s mind reeled. This experience was going from one extreme to the other. She felt something fluttering on her belly. She craned her neck to see what it was. Her eyes bugged out as she saw a long, red feather that was stiff and fresh. She looked up at Kraus without comprehension.
“Such a shame but there is still a lot of work to do.” The German gloated. “I must say that an intense state of sexual arousal does wonders for one’s ticklishness.” She leaned over the crotch of Samantha’s jeans and inhaled. “Good grief, Samantha! You’ll have every alley cat for miles around howling!”
Samantha dry swallowed and tried a desperate ploy. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy what just happened. Surely I’ve learnt my lesson now. Why don’t you let me go and perhaps…” She paused, she couldn’t believe what she was about to say.
“Perhaps what, Samantha?” Kraus said with interest.
“Perhaps, we can go and finish what you started.”
Kraus looked shocked. “You…you’d do that?” She stammered. “I think you are very attractive, your body…so sexy… but I never thought…Are you sure?”
Samantha nodded, her eyes wide.
The German chuckled with amusement and waggled the feather under Samantha’s nose. “A very good try Samantha. If I wanted you, I would simply take you. But for now I am going to tickle you and because you tried to seduce me I will have to think up something special for you.”
Samantha was incredulous. She realised that Kraus had known exactly where this was going from the start and it was all part of her humiliation.
“Now,” the blond sang, her eyes gleaming with mischief, “Where oh where shall I begin…? Ah yes!”
Samantha watched in anguished anticipation as the feather began its descent.
TO BE CONCLUDED…
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Hugo Sexton pulled the red cravat from his short collar and mopped his brow.
He had just spent an extremely enjoyable time watching his statuesque blonde security specialist, Major Patricia Kraus, mercilessly and sensually tickle torture a beautiful woman into unconsciousness. In a way he was glad that there was a break in the action as it temporarily eased the aching in his loins.
What had made the experience all the more satisfying was that the lovely victim was Samantha Storm, a secret agent employed by the shadowy Section Seven. She was learning the hard way that one way or another Hugo Sexton always got what he wanted.
He watched excitedly as Kraus sat the brunette on the edge of the padded tickling rack in the middle of the room. Samantha swayed slightly, she seemed to be mumbling slightly and her eyelids were fluttering, then she slumped forward and her head landed on Patricia’s chest.
“Well, well, my dear.” Sexton cooed. “It looks like the fair Samantha is taking a liking to you.”
“I think she’s trying to get on my good side.” Kraus chuckled. She cupped Samantha’s face in her palms and held her upright. “Ah, she looks so sweet when she is asleep.”
The German’s hands slid down Samantha’s neck and under the collar of her open shirt to grasp her by the shoulders. She shook her gently and pretended to be surprised when Samantha’s shirt dropped down her arms to pool at her wrists. “Oopsie! Look what just happened!” Kraus said, giggling with schoolgirlish embarrassment. “Well she would probably more comfortable without that anyway.
Kraus dragged the garment from Samantha’s body and tossed it over to Sexton. He caught it and pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply and groaning. “Now that is the scent of a woman. Hooyah!” He said in a bad imitation of Al Pacino.
The blonde arched an eyebrow and then laid the shirtless brunette out on the tickling rack and prepared to bind her wrists and ankles. She looked at her sleeping prisoner’s delightful chest, which was gently rising and falling with her breathing and a wicked smile crossed her face.
Kraus lifted Samantha up and reached around her back to unhook her bra. When the bra came off Kraus was not surprised to see that the brunette had lovely breasts. They were not as large as the German’s but they were firm and round with exquisite pink nipples. As she laid Samantha back down she could not resist brushing them lightly with her palms. The brunette’s brow furrowed and she murmured something in her dozy state.
The German quickly pulled Samantha’s hands over her head and secured her wrists. She then moved swiftly to the foot of the table and buckled thick leather straps around her ankles.
Sexton had watched breathlessly as the blonde had stripped and bound the sleeping beauty. He was glad he had state of the art cameras recording every second of the action from multiple angles. This performance would occupy a special place in his private collection.
“Time to wake up the sleeping beauty, I think.” Kraus murmured. She gently tapped Samantha’s cheeks with the backs of her fingers. “Oh Samanthaaaa…?” She sang softly.
This seemed to have little effect on the slumbering secret agent so Kraus lightly tapdanced her fingertips into one deliciously exposed armpit. Samantha murmured and then squirmed a little. Finally her eyes snapped wide open and she looked up in astonishment.
“What the hell…?” She began. Then she saw the smiling face of Patricia Kraus looming above her and realised her predicament. She looked down and saw that her shirt and bra had been removed and she was naked from the waist up. “Oh you gotta be kidding me.” She said softly to herself.
“Hello Samantha. Welcome back.” Kraus beamed. “I am so looking forward to playing with you some more. I hope you don’t mind that I undressed you a little.”
“Well I was hardly in any state to stop you.” Samantha grumbled, purposefully avoiding the German’s gaze.
“I must say I certainly enjoyed it as you have a very attractive body. We both admired you as you slept.” Kraus continued, indicating towards Sexton. “However, it seems I forgot to remove your socks. Oh well, I shall do that now.”
The reality of the impending tickle torture hit Samantha and she craned her neck to see Kraus saunter to the foot of the table. She bunched toes together, hoping against hope to somehow keep her socks on.
Kraus hummed to herself as she slid her fingers under the jeans cuff of Samantha’s left leg and took hold of her sock. She pulled it off using small, rhythmic tugs and as she moved the material over the soft globe of Samantha’s heel she stretched the material taut, allowing it to stroke the soft sole and high arch. The German flipped the bulky white sock over her shoulder, winked at Samantha and repeated the process with her right foot. The dark haired beauty shivered as she felt the cool air wash over her naked feet.
“Oh Samantha. Such pretty feet!” Kraus exclaimed. She took Samantha’s left heel in a firm grip and gazed lovingly at the perfectly formed size seven in her grasp. She cackled mischievously and then flicked her nails against it. She was rewarded instantly.
“Eeeep! Nooo! Oh shit, cut that out. I-I…I’m warning you!” Samantha sputtered.
Kraus flicked her nails against Samantha’s sole again and then ran the tip of her index finger along with smooth line of her arch.
Samantha’s head fell back and she screwed her eyes shut and bit her lip.
The German saw this and smiled to herself. She loved breaking them when they tried to do this. She unleashed her practised nails in a tickling frenzy now. “Kitchie kitchie, Samantha!” She sang merrily.
The brunette’s eyes bugged out and her mouth opened to release a tormented wail that descended into full rich laughter. “Noooooo, (gulp) hahahaaaa….no stop it!” She cried in absolute futility.
Kraus went into a low crouch and used one hand to tickle each of Samantha’s feet. She used the nails of her index fingers to trace to the glorious high arches before scrabbling all of her fingers together from the tips of the toes to the bottoms of the heels.
“Ohmigod…NOOOO, HAHAHA…(gulp)…PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EEASE!!!”Samantha was apoplectic. She was thrashing and squealing with laughter so much that the sturdy tickling rack was creaking. Unfortunately for the plucky agent that particular piece of equipment was definitely built to last. The brunette’s distress just excited the merciless German and compelled her on to more and more devilish tickles as she raked, poked, stroked and fluttered her nails all over Samantha’s feet.
Kraus was entranced by the wigglings and tremblings of the delightfully soft feet in her grasp. She had barely even started! She pulled up a chair to she could tickle in comfort and set herself down.
“Having fun, Samantha? I can hear a lot of laughing so you must be happy.” She teased.
“G-g-go to hell you bitch!” Came the shaky reply.
“Now, now Samantha, don’t be rude or I’ll you get a spanking.” Kraus retorted. “Ah now I wonder what I have in my little black bag for you.”
Samantha tried to look up to see what Kraus was doing. She didn’t have to wait long.
The German looked up with a wide smug grin and waved a long, stiff green feather in front of the hapless intelligence officer. “Ah yes! I think it is time to let Mr Feather play with your gorgeous little feet. I think he is going to have lots of fun with you.”
Samantha’s heart thudded in her chest as she heard the words of her tormentor. None of her training had prepared her for the excruciating realities of tickle torture. It was quite one thing to indulge in a little tickling foreplay with a lover or have an impromptu tickle fight with a friend. But to be tied down at the mercy of a fiendish feather-wielder who gave no quarter and delighted in the screams, squeals and pleadings of a victim was something else altogether.
Kraus gripped the big toe of Samantha’s left foot firmly between her forefinger and thumb and pulled it away from her other toes. A cruel smile touched the German’s lips as she watched Samantha’s precious little toes wiggle helplessly. Kraus pushed the feather between Samantha’s toes and began to saw it back and forth slowly and deliberately.
At the instant she felt this Samantha couldn’t help but let out a tortured squeal. The feather continued to saw back and forth at the behest of the giggling German. Each tendril scraped at the delicate flesh of Samantha’s toes. One by one they each suffered this horrible torment.
“Nooo, nooooo, bwah hahahaha HAAAA! STOPPP!!! FUCK IT NOOOO MOOORE!!!!” Samantha wept gales of laughter and thrashed from side to side within her confines.
Kraus bent all of Samantha’s toes back to expose the lovely, fleshy balls of her feet. She reversed the feather and used its stalk to poke and prod at the skin. She interspersed this with frenetic bouts of fingernail strokes to the arch.
Wild strands of Samantha’s air stuck to her face with a mixture of tears and sweat. Her entire body glistened and she could feel her back sticking to the leather pads of the tickling rack upon which she was so effectively imprisoned. She gulped and giggled and moaned as every nerve ending in her feet was set on ticklish fire.
The German bent forward and began to suck on Samantha’s pebble like toes. She slurped away happily, running her tongue and lips all over the dainty feet. One hand held the foot in place for the free hand and mouth to tickle away.
Kraus knew exactly what she was doing and was constantly varying the techniques she used to tease Samantha’s feet. In that the poor spy had not chance to get used to what was being done to her.
“Mmmm, Samantha, you have such deliciously sexy – slurp- toes.” She cooed, nibbling away at the tender tootsies and lavishing them with soft ticklish kisses.
“Noooo – gulp – hahahaha….oooooh shit!”
“What shall I write on your perfect little arches? Ah yes, how about, ‘Property of Patricia Kraus’?” She swirled the tip of the feather’s stalk over the sensitive pink flesh.
“Eeeeeeep!!! Nyah..hahahah..noo (sharp intake of breath) enough, STOPPP!”
“Oho, is that a little lint I see on your footsie? Let me see if I can get rid of it with this hairbrush.” She scraped the brush all over the foot from toes to heels, swirling the springy bristles in small tight circles.
“Omigod, omigod (panting hard) Heeeheeheehee… DOOON’T!!!! Bwahhahahaaaa…”
And so it continued. Samantha was unable to say what was worse, the flickering feather, the tantalising tongue or the fiendish fingers. Kraus was an expert in using each and every one to wring gales of tortured laughter from her victim and did so with gusto.
Sexton dared not blink less he miss even a second of this wonderful sight. He watched in fascination as Samantha’s glossy black hair whipped itself into a tangled mane and her face registered laughter, anguish, hopelessness, fury and frustration. His eyes followed the jiggling of her breasts, the quivering of her belly and the way she bounced her butt up and down on the tickling rack in frustration and of course the dear wriggling of her toes. His erection throbbed in his pants and he ached to dive in himself but for now he had to try and maintain a professional detachment from what he was seeing.
Samantha couldn’t care less about being the object of the bearded millionaire’s breathless ogling. She was concerned with not losing her sanity to the ticklish onslaught. Every stroke, lick or feather on her feet was sending electric sensations up her legs that found their way all the way to her brain. She tried to hold on to the thought that Kraus was just playing with her, that she didn’t really plan to drive her over the edge. The dark stories of agents that had suffered for extended periods at the hands of tickle torturers were the equivalent of campfire ghost stories or urban legends to the operatives of Section 7. They might laugh at them in public but in private no one relished the prospect of such an ordeal.
Just when Samantha thought she was going to crack the tickling stopped. The raking nails died away and instead the firm fingers and thumbs soothingly massaged the electrified soles and toes of her feet.
Samantha looked up at the light above her head and blinked away tears until she could see clearly. She regained control of her breathing. What now? Some sadistic plot to lure her into a false sense of security before the tickling started again? Samantha dared not hope.
“Aw Samantha.” Kraus whispered softly. “I don’t know how you can hold out so much. I have seen people break under less than you have endured. But I imagine you have had some practice, hmmm?”
Samantha didn’t answer. She simply did not have the breath to do so.
Kraus didn’t seem to mind. She softly kissed Samantha’s toes whilst she continued her restorative massage. Slowly the lingering tingling sensations ebbed away but Samantha had no illusion that she was out of the woods yet.
The German got up from her chair and walked around to look down at Samantha. She smiled down at her with something approaching sympathy and smoothed her hair away from her face. “You must be aching from all that laughter. I know what it can do to a person. Let me help.”
Samantha tensed as she felt Kraus’ cool palms brush over her belly.
“Shhh.” The German whispered. She massaged Samantha’s stomach and sides, her hands rubbed gently to ease the well-honed muscles beneath the velvet soft skin.”
Samantha exhaled a sigh of relaxation and let her eyes close.
“It feels rather nice, does it not?” Kraus chuckled, gently kneading Samantha’s ribs.
Samantha murmured in agreement and let out a tiny yawn.
The German’s fingertips brushed against the sides of Samantha’s breasts by accident. Then it happened again, only this time Samantha realised it was no accident.
Kraus started to gently caress Samantha’s breasts, her fingertips gliding lightly over the delicious contours. The hands cupped, squeezed and stroked her and started closing in on her nipples.
Samantha looked up uncomfortably at her tormentor and began to speak. Patricia silenced her by gently placing a finger over her lips before leaning down to cover Samantha’s mouth with her own. The bound agent was startled as she was kissed chastely on the mouth. All the while, the knowing fingers stroked and caressed her, arousing her nipples. Samantha involuntarily arched her back. The beautiful blonde certainly knew her way around a woman’s body.
Kraus nibbled her way down Samantha’s throat and fluttered little kisses along her cleavage before allowing herself to close in on the tender buds of her nipples. She tasted sweat and perfume as her lips encircled her nipple and was rewarded with a small gasp from her prisoner. She flicked her tongue over the responsive flesh and sucked it into her mouth, nipping at it lightly with her teeth.
Samantha moaned slightly. She could not deny that what the German was doing felt good. It was certainly preferable to the tickling.
“Holy fucking sheepshit.” Sexton mumbled quietly to himself. “This is going to give a freaking coronary but I’ll damn sure die a happy man!”
Kraus cuddled Samantha’s body to her as she kissed, licked and sucked at her breasts. Her mouth wandered to cover the brunette’s belly, ribs, neck and throat but she kept returning to those wonderful, sensitive breasts. She let one hand drop down to rub and squeeze Samantha’s denim-covered mound and was satisfied to feel a hot dampness there.
Samantha squirmed and moaned. Her sensitivity was already enhanced due to the tickling she had already received and this had prepared her beautifully to react to the sensual ministrations of the buxom blonde.
Kraus leaned over Samantha so that their breasts were pushed together. She ran one finger against the crotch seam of Samantha’s jeans and nibbled at her neck and earlobe. “Mmm, does that feel good, Samantha?” She purred.
“Yes.” Samantha nodded, her voice a little more than a whisper.
“Good. I’m glad.” The German took Samantha’s face in her hands and kissed her passionately on the mouth.
Samantha’s eyes blinked wide open in surprise. She had used her feminine charms on both men and women in the course of assignments before but this development had completely thrown her. She felt her pulse rate quicken as the blonde continued to kiss her.
Eventually the German broke the kiss and sighed, a look of pure sensuality in her eyes. She licked her lips and smiled happily at Samantha. “I must admit I don’t normally do that, but I think we both liked it.”
Samantha nodded breathlessly.
“You are so wonderfully responsive, Samantha. So pleasurable to enjoy.” She sighed again and pecked Samantha on the lips.
Samantha’s mind reeled. This experience was going from one extreme to the other. She felt something fluttering on her belly. She craned her neck to see what it was. Her eyes bugged out as she saw a long, red feather that was stiff and fresh. She looked up at Kraus without comprehension.
“Such a shame but there is still a lot of work to do.” The German gloated. “I must say that an intense state of sexual arousal does wonders for one’s ticklishness.” She leaned over the crotch of Samantha’s jeans and inhaled. “Good grief, Samantha! You’ll have every alley cat for miles around howling!”
Samantha dry swallowed and tried a desperate ploy. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy what just happened. Surely I’ve learnt my lesson now. Why don’t you let me go and perhaps…” She paused, she couldn’t believe what she was about to say.
“Perhaps what, Samantha?” Kraus said with interest.
“Perhaps, we can go and finish what you started.”
Kraus looked shocked. “You…you’d do that?” She stammered. “I think you are very attractive, your body…so sexy… but I never thought…Are you sure?”
Samantha nodded, her eyes wide.
The German chuckled with amusement and waggled the feather under Samantha’s nose. “A very good try Samantha. If I wanted you, I would simply take you. But for now I am going to tickle you and because you tried to seduce me I will have to think up something special for you.”
Samantha was incredulous. She realised that Kraus had known exactly where this was going from the start and it was all part of her humiliation.
“Now,” the blond sang, her eyes gleaming with mischief, “Where oh where shall I begin…? Ah yes!”
Samantha watched in anguished anticipation as the feather began its descent.
TO BE CONCLUDED…
