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This was the worst idea ever, Jennifer Lopez thought to herself, as she crawled beneath the dangerous barbed wire. She quickly wiggled her tight body, and ripped her tight, black bodysuit on the sharp wire, but besides that, she made it by smoothly. Her black boots made no sound as they dragged behind her.
She kept remembering her meeting with President Bush. It was America's top new plan. Sending beautiful female celebrities as spies in hostile countries. The countries would never expect a celebrity as a spy, and if they did, they're seductivness might save them.
J. Lo cursed the phone call she got, calling her for the assignment in Moscow, Russia.
They were planning on sending Britney Spears, but strangely, they couldn't get a hold of that blonde little barbie doll.
And now her, Jennifer Lopez, was crawling in the mud, a couple hundred yard from the top Russian Military Base. She was sent to steal treaty papers Russia had signed with Iraq. If the papers were in American hands, the huge Russian Oil Movement would collapse.
It all depended on a young, sexy latino from the bronx.
J. Lo noted the spotlights to her left, and the barbed fence to her right, that meant that she must continue forward.
She atleast got to spend two weeks in a spy training camp, where she learned the basics of spy techniques, but it still wan't enough in Jennifer's view. Just get a damn professional for the job!
Her well-sized breasts, held tightly in the small, black leather sneaking suit, dragged against the dirt. She pulled a piece of grass from her mouth, as she continued her trek.
She finally made it, only about 20 yards to the back entrance. There were two guards, both armed, guarding the steel door.
She thought of a way to get in.
She had only one idea on her mind. She slowly pulled out her glimmering, steel pistol from her leg pocket. She snuck closer to the guards, closer...
Now was her chance.
"Hey guys!" Jennifer said victoriously.
As the guards fumbled with their own guns, Jennifer squeezed her trigger as she aimed at the taller guard...nothing happened.
She squeezed again, still nothing.
She checked her gun, it was unloaded!!!!!!!!!
She looked up, as the two guards had their rifle tips jammed into her throat, she sadly admitted defeat.
She was brought into the base as a prisoner, and presented to their captain.
They said something in Russian to the small, white-haired man, who eyed J. Lo deliciously.
He said something back, and they roughly pulled J. Lo to another part of the base.
They finally arrived, at a steel black door.
They unlocked it, the room was pitch dark, except for a spotlight shining on an object in the middle of a room.
Jennifer expected that object to be some cruel tool of torture and pain, but it was only....nothing.
The spotlight shone on a white, clean floor.
"WHat is this?" Jennifer asked.
The two guards just laughed.
They pushed her violently onto the white marble floor, and when she looked up they were not two people, but three.
Joining them, was a beautifly, seducitve looking Russain female.
Her long blonde hair swayed to one sides and laying on her left shoulder. She had a small mole above her upper lip, and jetting blue eyes, the perfect Russian look.
She wore a tight, black, leather jacket, and tight black, leather pants.
"So, zis is ze spy?" She said, in a heavy Russian accent, but heck, at least it was English!
"Who are you?" J. Lo asked frightenly, she was never trained about being captured, probably an important part they left out.
"I am Victoria, and i am, ze torturer."
Jennifer Lopez's body melted.
Torture! She couldn't handle torture.
Victoria said something in Russian, and the two guards dropped their guns, and grabbed Jennifer. She kicked and yelled, but they easily overpowered her.
One of them pinned her arms down, while the other sat on her knees, immoblizing her legs.
"What the hell!!??!" Jennifer screamed, trying to move, but the heavy men held her tight.
"Yes spy, zis is hell. And what you will experience iz worse than hell," Victoria purred, as she approached the immobile latino.
She sat herself down at J.Lo's feet, and eyed up and down Jennifer's gorgeous body. Every curve was visible, due to the tight black sneaking suit, and Victoria seemed excited by Jennifer's perfect body.
"Let me go!" Jennifer screamed, snapping Victoria out of her trance.
"oh yes, we will let you go, after you...talk."
"I'll never talk!!" Jennifer screamed in refusal.
"We'll see darling," Victoria then did the unexpected, she pulled off both of Jennifer's black boots.
"What are you doing!?!" Jennifer asked, with a little bit of fear in her voice.
"Oh, nothing, just admiring your soft, delicate feetsies," Victoria smiled, as she glared at Jennifer's bare feet, which truly were a marvel.
Small, cute toes, long, wrinkled soles, so smooth and delicate.
Jennifer had the most shocked look on her beautiful face.
Here she was, being held down by torturing Russians, and the torturer herself was just admiring her feet.
"Let me ask you, spy, are you...ticklish?" Victoria asked.
Those words hit Jennifer like a bomb. Now she knew why she was taking her boots off, she was going to tickle her feet! And with the men holding her, she couldn't move! It was all so simple!
Victoria then took off her black, leather gloves, to reveal ten, smooth, long fingernails.
Jennifer gulped loudly.
"Getting nervous, American spy?" Victoria teased.
"Go to hell!" J.Lo spat back.
"We will see," Victoria ended the talking at that, and slowly dragged her nails up J.Lo's bare soles.
Jennifer struggled to hold it in, but her feet were EXTREMELY sensitive. She couldn't even have pedicures done, and now ten long nails were raking, sooooooooo slowly and softly up and down her pink, wrinkled soles.
J.Lo bit her lip, trying to hold in the oncoming giggles and laughter.
She couldn't give in! She had to withstand this for her country! She had to!
Victoria continued soooooo slowly up and down J.Lo's soles, in the same, droning pattern, sending J.Lo crazy, wiggling to hold the laughter in.
"Can you feel it?" Victoria asked.
"D-damn youuu!!" Jennifer struggled to get out without breaking into laughter.
The nails quickly switched technique and target, lightly spidering and fluttering along J.Lo's sensitive heels.
"Teeeheee!!" Jennifer squealed, caughten off guard.
"Zat's it! Zet it out!" Victoria said happily, seeing she was making progress.
J.Lo smiled hugely, as the tickles zapped up and down her whole body, causing her to try to squirm, but the men held tightly.
"N-no!!" J.Lo screamed, forcing the laughter inside.
Victoria decided it was time to break the gorgeous latino, so she bent down and gently licked up J.Lo's right big toe.
"Heeeee!!!" J.Lo screamed, and quickly, ten nails attacked her soles, drawing out more high-pitched giggles.
The nails scribbled all over her soles, raking up and down, scribbling left and right, drawing figure-eights and zig-zags.
Jennifer could no longer control herself, as extreme giggles escaped her gaping mouth. She bucked wildly, pounding her hips against the marble floor, giggling and screaming insanely.
Her giggles echoed off the walls, returning to Victoria's ears, which pleasured the Russian very much.
Jennifer's giggled soon turned to laughter, as Victoria showed no mercy what-so-ever.
The nails just danced continually all over the sensitive feet.
They soon found a sweet spot, which had J.Lo screaming even louder. Directly beneath her toes had her head thrashing, her body shaking much more. Victoria tormented that spot for a solid ten minutes, then moving back to her soles.
Victoria soon pulled something from her leather pants. A short, stiff, red feather.
"Zis is how we tickle in Russia," she said, as she stroked the feather up and down J.Lo's right foot, while her nails attacked the other.
J.Lo went insane. Her laughter reached a new plateau, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Victoria teased Jennifer's feet and toes with the feather, sliding it between the toes and curling it across her heels.
Victoria brought out another feather, identical to the other, and used both, stroking across her ticklish feet.
"Hahahahaahhehehhehaahahahhheeeeeeeeahahahaaaaa!!!!!!!" Jennifer went mad, more then mad, she went insane, more then insane, she wnet cuckoo!!!!
She couldn't handle these sensations from the feathers.
Her beautiful singing voice grew weary from the nonstop laughing. Her body also got tired, and became limp, which eased the job of the guards.
Victoria showed no mercy, she drew figure-eights on the center of her soles, and then zig-zaged up and down her heels. She then teased her toes with them.
The blonde Russian was in a tickle frenzy, her mind lost in the torment of poor Jennifer's feet.
Hours passed, and as the new day arose, Jennifer's body passed out.
Jennifer's eyes fluttered open, and she soon realized where she was.
She was still in the Russian base, but in a different room.
She also noticed, she was naked, and stretched tightly to a steel rack in the cente of the room. Cuffs clamped her wrists and ankles down tight, though causing no discomfort.
The door then opened, and Victoria walked in, wearing a red, tight sweater, and brown, tight pants.
"Good morning spy," Victoria said eagerly eyeing Jennifer's taunt, nude body.
Victoria then approached the rack, and said, "well darling, ready for round 2?"
TO BE CONTINUED??
does anyone think i should continue this story, or leave it as a cliffhanger? and as always, feedback is appreciated
She kept remembering her meeting with President Bush. It was America's top new plan. Sending beautiful female celebrities as spies in hostile countries. The countries would never expect a celebrity as a spy, and if they did, they're seductivness might save them.
J. Lo cursed the phone call she got, calling her for the assignment in Moscow, Russia.
They were planning on sending Britney Spears, but strangely, they couldn't get a hold of that blonde little barbie doll.
And now her, Jennifer Lopez, was crawling in the mud, a couple hundred yard from the top Russian Military Base. She was sent to steal treaty papers Russia had signed with Iraq. If the papers were in American hands, the huge Russian Oil Movement would collapse.
It all depended on a young, sexy latino from the bronx.
J. Lo noted the spotlights to her left, and the barbed fence to her right, that meant that she must continue forward.
She atleast got to spend two weeks in a spy training camp, where she learned the basics of spy techniques, but it still wan't enough in Jennifer's view. Just get a damn professional for the job!
Her well-sized breasts, held tightly in the small, black leather sneaking suit, dragged against the dirt. She pulled a piece of grass from her mouth, as she continued her trek.
She finally made it, only about 20 yards to the back entrance. There were two guards, both armed, guarding the steel door.
She thought of a way to get in.
She had only one idea on her mind. She slowly pulled out her glimmering, steel pistol from her leg pocket. She snuck closer to the guards, closer...
Now was her chance.
"Hey guys!" Jennifer said victoriously.
As the guards fumbled with their own guns, Jennifer squeezed her trigger as she aimed at the taller guard...nothing happened.
She squeezed again, still nothing.
She checked her gun, it was unloaded!!!!!!!!!
She looked up, as the two guards had their rifle tips jammed into her throat, she sadly admitted defeat.
She was brought into the base as a prisoner, and presented to their captain.
They said something in Russian to the small, white-haired man, who eyed J. Lo deliciously.
He said something back, and they roughly pulled J. Lo to another part of the base.
They finally arrived, at a steel black door.
They unlocked it, the room was pitch dark, except for a spotlight shining on an object in the middle of a room.
Jennifer expected that object to be some cruel tool of torture and pain, but it was only....nothing.
The spotlight shone on a white, clean floor.
"WHat is this?" Jennifer asked.
The two guards just laughed.
They pushed her violently onto the white marble floor, and when she looked up they were not two people, but three.
Joining them, was a beautifly, seducitve looking Russain female.
Her long blonde hair swayed to one sides and laying on her left shoulder. She had a small mole above her upper lip, and jetting blue eyes, the perfect Russian look.
She wore a tight, black, leather jacket, and tight black, leather pants.
"So, zis is ze spy?" She said, in a heavy Russian accent, but heck, at least it was English!
"Who are you?" J. Lo asked frightenly, she was never trained about being captured, probably an important part they left out.
"I am Victoria, and i am, ze torturer."
Jennifer Lopez's body melted.
Torture! She couldn't handle torture.
Victoria said something in Russian, and the two guards dropped their guns, and grabbed Jennifer. She kicked and yelled, but they easily overpowered her.
One of them pinned her arms down, while the other sat on her knees, immoblizing her legs.
"What the hell!!??!" Jennifer screamed, trying to move, but the heavy men held her tight.
"Yes spy, zis is hell. And what you will experience iz worse than hell," Victoria purred, as she approached the immobile latino.
She sat herself down at J.Lo's feet, and eyed up and down Jennifer's gorgeous body. Every curve was visible, due to the tight black sneaking suit, and Victoria seemed excited by Jennifer's perfect body.
"Let me go!" Jennifer screamed, snapping Victoria out of her trance.
"oh yes, we will let you go, after you...talk."
"I'll never talk!!" Jennifer screamed in refusal.
"We'll see darling," Victoria then did the unexpected, she pulled off both of Jennifer's black boots.
"What are you doing!?!" Jennifer asked, with a little bit of fear in her voice.
"Oh, nothing, just admiring your soft, delicate feetsies," Victoria smiled, as she glared at Jennifer's bare feet, which truly were a marvel.
Small, cute toes, long, wrinkled soles, so smooth and delicate.
Jennifer had the most shocked look on her beautiful face.
Here she was, being held down by torturing Russians, and the torturer herself was just admiring her feet.
"Let me ask you, spy, are you...ticklish?" Victoria asked.
Those words hit Jennifer like a bomb. Now she knew why she was taking her boots off, she was going to tickle her feet! And with the men holding her, she couldn't move! It was all so simple!
Victoria then took off her black, leather gloves, to reveal ten, smooth, long fingernails.
Jennifer gulped loudly.
"Getting nervous, American spy?" Victoria teased.
"Go to hell!" J.Lo spat back.
"We will see," Victoria ended the talking at that, and slowly dragged her nails up J.Lo's bare soles.
Jennifer struggled to hold it in, but her feet were EXTREMELY sensitive. She couldn't even have pedicures done, and now ten long nails were raking, sooooooooo slowly and softly up and down her pink, wrinkled soles.
J.Lo bit her lip, trying to hold in the oncoming giggles and laughter.
She couldn't give in! She had to withstand this for her country! She had to!
Victoria continued soooooo slowly up and down J.Lo's soles, in the same, droning pattern, sending J.Lo crazy, wiggling to hold the laughter in.
"Can you feel it?" Victoria asked.
"D-damn youuu!!" Jennifer struggled to get out without breaking into laughter.
The nails quickly switched technique and target, lightly spidering and fluttering along J.Lo's sensitive heels.
"Teeeheee!!" Jennifer squealed, caughten off guard.
"Zat's it! Zet it out!" Victoria said happily, seeing she was making progress.
J.Lo smiled hugely, as the tickles zapped up and down her whole body, causing her to try to squirm, but the men held tightly.
"N-no!!" J.Lo screamed, forcing the laughter inside.
Victoria decided it was time to break the gorgeous latino, so she bent down and gently licked up J.Lo's right big toe.
"Heeeee!!!" J.Lo screamed, and quickly, ten nails attacked her soles, drawing out more high-pitched giggles.
The nails scribbled all over her soles, raking up and down, scribbling left and right, drawing figure-eights and zig-zags.
Jennifer could no longer control herself, as extreme giggles escaped her gaping mouth. She bucked wildly, pounding her hips against the marble floor, giggling and screaming insanely.
Her giggles echoed off the walls, returning to Victoria's ears, which pleasured the Russian very much.
Jennifer's giggled soon turned to laughter, as Victoria showed no mercy what-so-ever.
The nails just danced continually all over the sensitive feet.
They soon found a sweet spot, which had J.Lo screaming even louder. Directly beneath her toes had her head thrashing, her body shaking much more. Victoria tormented that spot for a solid ten minutes, then moving back to her soles.
Victoria soon pulled something from her leather pants. A short, stiff, red feather.
"Zis is how we tickle in Russia," she said, as she stroked the feather up and down J.Lo's right foot, while her nails attacked the other.
J.Lo went insane. Her laughter reached a new plateau, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Victoria teased Jennifer's feet and toes with the feather, sliding it between the toes and curling it across her heels.
Victoria brought out another feather, identical to the other, and used both, stroking across her ticklish feet.
"Hahahahaahhehehhehaahahahhheeeeeeeeahahahaaaaa!!!!!!!" Jennifer went mad, more then mad, she went insane, more then insane, she wnet cuckoo!!!!
She couldn't handle these sensations from the feathers.
Her beautiful singing voice grew weary from the nonstop laughing. Her body also got tired, and became limp, which eased the job of the guards.
Victoria showed no mercy, she drew figure-eights on the center of her soles, and then zig-zaged up and down her heels. She then teased her toes with them.
The blonde Russian was in a tickle frenzy, her mind lost in the torment of poor Jennifer's feet.
Hours passed, and as the new day arose, Jennifer's body passed out.
Jennifer's eyes fluttered open, and she soon realized where she was.
She was still in the Russian base, but in a different room.
She also noticed, she was naked, and stretched tightly to a steel rack in the cente of the room. Cuffs clamped her wrists and ankles down tight, though causing no discomfort.
The door then opened, and Victoria walked in, wearing a red, tight sweater, and brown, tight pants.
"Good morning spy," Victoria said eagerly eyeing Jennifer's taunt, nude body.
Victoria then approached the rack, and said, "well darling, ready for round 2?"
TO BE CONTINUED??
does anyone think i should continue this story, or leave it as a cliffhanger? and as always, feedback is appreciated
Must...keep...reading...series...
