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INTRIGUE AND INTERROGATION (ff/f, m/f erotic)

knight

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Here's a new story. It's the first chapter of a series of spy stories I'm working on. It features our very own Isabeau, Steph, and Heather and Anna, who have all graciously given their permission for me to use them as characters in this piece. Chapter 2 should be along in a week or so. Enjoy!

INTRIGUE AND INTERROGATION
by Knight

Melanie was thoroughly enjoying herself. She didn’t usually get the chance to unwind like this. Usually it was just work, work, work. But tonight, she was having some fun. Of course, she was still working, but it was a much different environment. Usually she was sneaking around, getting from one tight spot to another. Usually, her job was very stressful. But tonight, she was a bit more relaxed.

Melanie was dressed in a hot red dress. It was backless, nearly ankle-length, with a slit running up one leg. She loved it. She was wearing her hot red, high-heeled “come f**k me “ shoes. If she did say so herself, she looked hot. Melanie was a petite woman, standing about 5'2". She was trim and athletic, with a lithe, shapely figure. Her face spoke of an impish nature, and was framed by chin length blonde hair. Her dress clung to her in all the right places. She glided through the room. A subdued, but festive atmosphere permeated the ballroom. Melanie was scanning the crowd, looking for someone.

She was attending a party. It was some sort of corporate gathering, held in a ballroom of a five-star hotel. Melanie had attended many such gatherings before. It was a place for people to network, make business deals under the table. But Melanie wasn’t here as one of them. She was here on assignment. Melanie was here looking for someone. She hadn’t been told who; her contact knew to look for her, but she was totally unaware of her contact’s identity. So she politely sipped the champagne, sampled the hors d’oeuvres, and mingled. She had enough information about the company that she could flit in and out of conversations comfortably.

“Having fun?” Melanie spun around. She was face to face with one of the partygoers. The man was a bit taller than she was. Judging from the shade of red in his face, he had been drinking too much. He swayed ever so slightly on his feet. Despite that, he was rather cute, she told herself, with sandy-blonde hair, and blue eyes. But she was in no mood to be hit on by some corporate big shot who sampled too much of the champagne. She put on her best smile.

“Oh, not really. These things are such a bore,” she giggled, assuming a snooty, disaffected manner. She found it useful in these situations in deflecting attention. She strode off before the man could say any more. She didn’t get too far before she heard another voice. This one made her pause.

“Fancy meeting you here.” Melanie turned. She smiled.

“Fancy ball, fancy dress,” she replied, giving the countersign. This was her contact: Steph. Steph was an agent of the same organization Melanie belonged to. They went through their training together. They had even been lucky enough to be posted on the same assignments on occasion. Melanie smiled at her friend, as the two made their way to a quiet corner.

Steph and Melanie were agents of a covert agency with loose ties to both the CIA and the Secret Service. Basically, they were spies. Officially, their agency did not exist. But it worked in the shadows, rooting out sources of conspiracy against the government, threats to its security (internal and external), and finding the evidence of such actions in situations where the usual agencies hands are tied. Melanie and Steph were two of the agency’s top agents. Melanie had been sent to this party tonight, to meet her contact. Steph had the details of their mission.

“We need to get out of here, and make our way to the penthouse suite,” Steph told her friend in a low tone. Melanie merely smiled nodded. They had to present the appearance of two women conversing normally. Steph continued.

“It’s being occupied by the regional VP of this company, Biogen. We’re to break in, and see if we can find any information about Project Panacea.”

“Project Panacea? What’s that?” Melanie asked, her curiosity piqued. Steph shook her head.

“No idea. Need to know basis, and we apparently don’t need to know. All I do know is, there’s a major meeting scheduled between one of Biogen’s top scientists, and some members of the President’s cabinet.”

“Why is that such a big deal?” Melanie glanced casually around the room. No one seemed to be paying them any undue attention. They were attracting several glances from various men, but that was to be expected. Melanie was quite an attractive woman, particularly in her hot red dress, and Steph was a very voluptuous woman, with ample busoms, round hips, shapely legs, and long, wavy brown hair. Her tight black dress was catching a few eyes in the room.

“Officially, I don’t know,” Steph leaned in a bit closer. “Unofficially, I think the scientist has info for the government. Info his bosses don’t want getting out.”

“So, we’re looking for information on this project to give our people some idea of what they’re getting into?” Steph nodded.

“That’s my guess.” Melanie bit her lip thoughtfully. Then, she turned, and began leading Steph in the direction of the ladies room.

“Let’s go, then.” The two ladies strolled casually out of the ballroom, catching a few more glances. From across the room, one man in particular took close notice of their departure. He waited a few seconds, then followed.


Steph and Melanie lingered in the ladies room until it was empty. Then, they set to business. Melanie pulled out a black duffel bag she had secreted earlier. Steph locked the door. The two women slid out of their dresses, donning their working clothes: black, body length tights. Melanie zipped the front up, pulled on her boots, and dug out a black belt she fastened around her waist. The belt held several pouches: tools of the trade. Steph kept an eye on the door while she suited up, then the two switched places; Steph donning a similar outfit. The pair made their way, quickly and silently, out of the bathroom, up the hall, towards a set of stairs. They climbed two flights, then emerged into a hallway where they took an elevator to the top floor, where the penthouse suite was situated.

Melanie removed a small set of tools from one of the pouches on her belt. They were lockpicks. But these were special lockpicks. Unlike standard ones, these had been fitted with electronics in order to open doors with electronic locks; like the door she now faced. She crouched by the door to the penthouse, while Steph kept watch. Melanie inserted the lockpicks into the electronic slot, and within seconds, there was a click, and she opened the door. The two slipped inside.

The room was very tidy. It’s occupant had barely disturbed the cleaning staff’s last pass through the room. But in the sitting room, on a large desk, was a laptop computer, a few folders, and a briefcase. Steph booted up the computer, while Melanie rifled through the folders.

“Nothing here,” she said as she leafed through the folder’s contents.

“Can you get the case open?” Steph asked. She shut the computer down. It required a password, and they didn’t have the time to try to break it. Melanie, meanwhile, had turned her attention to the case. She whipped out a set of standard lockpicks, and in seconds, the two were looking through the contents. More folders were stacked inside. Finally, Melanie came across a folder marked Project: Panacea.

“Steph, this is it,” she said. The two scanned the contents.

“Wow,” Steph whispered, as she looked over the project aims. Melanie wordlessly nodded, stunned by what she was reading. Steph noticed a datebook in the case, and thumbed through it. As she scanned the calendar, she noticed something.

“Melly!” Melanie turned to her friend.

“What is it?”

“Look at this!” Melanie looked at the calendar, and the notes scribbled in it.

“No wonder this meeting is hush-hush,” Steph said. “If this is true...”

A sudden scratching at the door caught the women’s attention. Someone was also attempting to break in! Without thinking, Melanie thrust both the datebook, and the project folder into Steph’s hands, and pulled her to the far end of the room. A door opened onto a private, outdoor patio.

“Go!” Melanie urged Steph out the door. They heard the door to the suite crash open. Melanie shoved Steph out.

“Find him, and get him to that meeting safely!” Melanie slammed the door shut, and turned to see three figures in from of her. Judging by the tuxedos, they were party goers. But the man in the center caught her attention; it was the sandy-blonde man who tried to hit on her. No trace of drunkenness about him now, she realized.

“Having fun, now?” he asked. The three men lunged at her. Melanie knew they could easily overpower her, but she was fast. She darted to the right, and one of the men grabbed her. She stepped into his reach, grabbed his arm, twisted, and flipped him over her hip. She pivoted, and threw her leg out, catching the next one firmly in the solar plexus. He grunted, and doubled over. The last one, the blonde guy, was cagier. He back stepped, and blocked her way out of the office. She turned her head slightly, and saw the one she had flipped now in front of the door to the patio. Melanie needed to keep their attention on her, give Steph time to escape. She charged at the man by the patio, ducking under his arms. She drove her knee into his stomach, and again flipped him onto the floor. The blonde guy suddenly grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. He wasn’t much taller than she was, but he was fast, and stronger. But she still had a few tricks. Steph must have gotten away by now. Melanie had to concentrate on getting herself out of this jam. She raised her foot, and drove it down hard on blondie’s instep. He cried out in pain, and his arms slackened their grip. She jerked her own arms free, and flipped him over her hip. She darted for the door, but he caught her foot, and she toppled to the floor. Before she could roll over, he was on top of her. Melanie kicked, but he twisted out of the way. He pinned her arms to the floor. Melanie tried to knee him in the groin, but suddenly found her legs pinned down by one of the other assailants. The third one pressed something over her nose and mouth. It was a cloth, but it had a strange smell. Melanie’s eyes widened in alarm. Chloroform! She struggled with all her might, trying not to breathe in. But the three men held her tightly, and she couldn’t wriggle free. Finally she had to inhale. A wave of dizziness swept over her. Her captors felt her struggles grow weaker, until finally, Melanie lay, limp and unconscious, on the floor.

The three men stood, panting and aching.

“Fought like a hellcat,” said one. The blonde man strode over to the desk, and rifled through the folders and briefcase.

“The file isn’t here,” he announced to his comrades.

“What about the meeting?” asked one.

“The datebook is gone,” he replied. He pointed at Melanie.

“Search her.” The two men knelt down, and patted down her body, checking the pouches on her belt.

“Nothing,” they reported. The blonde man stroked his chin.

“She must have an ally. Get security to search the grounds.”

“What about her?” one of them asked. The blonde man smiled.

“Take her to the chamber. I have...questions.”


Steph had just finished her report to her superior. She had handed over the file on Project: Panacea, and the datebook . She then joined her superior in a meeting to determine the next course of action. The meeting lasted a half hour, in which it was decided to retrieve the Biogen executive, and escort him safely to the meeting. It was also decided a rescue attempt would be made to get Melanie. Steph had volunteered for the rescue mission. But she had been given other orders. She stormed into her superior’s office.

“It’s my fault Melly’s been captured, I have to help her!” she raged.

“Steph, Melanie knows the risks. We’ll get her back, but you’re not going,” he replied.

“Why?”

“Steph, I need you on the detail to retrieve the Biogen exec, and get him safely to the safehouse.”

“But...” he held up a hand, silencing her.

“Steph, this is important. I need my best people on this. I need you on this.”

“Sir, Melly saw the datebook. She saw the file. She knows when the meeting is scheduled.”

“We’ll contact the cabinet members. We can reschedule the meeting. No security will be compromised.”

“But Melly...”

“Look, Steph,” he rose and began pacing his office. “I want her back too. Unfortunately, the exec takes priority. Melanie’s on her own. For now.”

“Then let’s pray she can hold out,” Steph said coldly.


Melanie slowly stirred back to life. Her whole body felt heavy. Her mouth was dry, and her head felt as if it was full of cotton. Everything was dark. A low groan escaped her lips. In the back of her mind, she registered steps approaching her. But she was too groggy to do any more. She felt a hand lift her head slightly. Something cool and wet trickled across her lips. She sipped at it. More trickled down, and she sipped at it, savoring the taste of the water. Some of the grogginess began to lift. A few sips more, and she felt her head clearing. It was then that she realized her body didn’t feel heavy. She was strapped down.

“Wh-wh...” she started to stammer. Then, she heard a voice.

“Mr. Greene, she’s awake.” It was a woman’s voice.

“Excellent,” a male voice sounded.

Suddenly, the room went brilliant white. Melanie scrunched her eyes shut. She realized she had been blindfolded. Slowly her eyes readjusted. A shape came into focus.

“You!” It was the blonde man from the party.

“Me,” he strolled around her. Melanie’s head was clearing now. She was lying back, nearly parallel to the floor. She glanced around, and found herself surrounded by sturdy steel rods. The rods stood at various heights, and were capped with small, padded surfaces. It was to these surfaces that she was strapped. Her arms were pulled up and out above her head. She felt straps over her wrists, forearms, and just above the elbow. Under her head and back was a padded surface, with straps across her lower torso and just above her hips. Her legs were stretched out and spread, with straps running over her ankles, over the middle of her lower leg, and over her lower thighs. She could barely move.

“We seem to have a little problem,” Greene said, stepping to Melanie’s right side.

“Oh, how terrible for you,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. He leaned over to her.

“I really wouldn’t,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re in rather a...precarious position, my dear. Don’t make things more difficult for yourself.” He stood straight again, pacing away from her. Melanie’s head was clear now. She couldn’t see around her very well, but she was aware that two other people were in the room with her and Greene. But she couldn’t see them.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Not important,” Greene replied.

“Are you with Biogen?” Greene stopped.

“Very good.”

“What do you want with me?”

“We know who had the file on the Panacea project. But it’s gone.
We found you, but no file. We want that file. We want to know when the meeting is.” Greene stepped next to her again.

“I know you had an ally. But I’m also betting you got a good look at that file before your friend absconded with it. Just tell us when and where the meeting will be, and we’ll let you go.”

“No,” Melanie replied.

“Think about this very carefully, my dear. Like I said, you are in a no-win position. If you cooperate...”

“I said no,” Melanie said again, defiantly.

“We have ways of extracting information from you. They can be rather...intense.” Melanie remained silent. She stared straight at the ceiling. Greene shrugged.

“Very well. Ladies?” Melanie heard what sounded like a cart being rolled towards her. It stopped just above her head, and she couldn’t see it. Then, the two figures hovering nearby stepped into view. They were average height, of medium build. Both were very attractive. One had hazel eyes and auburn hair. The other had green eyes and strawberry blonde locks. Both had an eager look in their eyes. Melanie began to feel uncomfortable.

“This is Heather,” Greene gestured to the auburn-haired woman, “And Anna.” he indicated the strawberry blonde. “We’ve found their special skills very useful in the past. Care to reconsider?” Melanie shook her head. She was getting nervous by the way Heather and Anna were eyeing her.

“Very well. Ladies, you have two hours.” With that, Greene strode out of the room. Heather and Anna turned back to Melanie. Both had an evil glint in their eyes. They approached her.

“You know, all you have to do is give us the date of that meeting,” Anna said sweetly. She ran a hand lightly over Melanie’s stomach. Although she was wearing her bodysuit, she still felt a slight twinge. The muscles in her stomach fluttered.

“Although, to tell the truth, we’d rather you didn’t,” added Heather. She traced a line down her upper arm, to her underarm. Melanie pulled away slightly. She was determined to stay silent. She didn’t know what interrogation technique they were going to use, what form of torture, but Melanie was tough. She was determined to take whatever they could dish out.

“Nothing to say?” Anna said. The two women were circling Melanie’s body. They moved like predators, sniffing their prey. They continued to taunt her, telling her all she had to do was talk. They also kept lightly poking at her. Light tickling sensations skittered over her. A poke in the ribs here, a scratch across her knees there. Melanie tried to hold perfectly still, but it was very hard. She was insanely ticklish. Finally, they stopped circling, the two of them standing at her feet.

“You know, Heather, I don’t think she’s going to talk. Do you?”

“No, Anna, I don’t think she’s going to talk.”

“Maybe she needs a further incentive?” Melanie didn’t like the sound of this.

“Yes, Anna, I agree.” The two women reached over, and began to unzip Melanie’s boots. They tugged them off, baring her soft feet. Melanie’s eyes grew wide. They couldn’t be preparing to do what she thought they were going to do! Heather tossed her boots to the floor. Simultaneously, she and Anna ran their long fingernails up the soles of Melanie’s feet. Melanie clenched her fists, and bit her lip, trying to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape from her. She tried to pull her feet away, but she was strapped down tightly. She wasn’t going anywhere. Slowly, Heather and Anna teased her feet, scratching lightly. Surprised squeaks escaped from her lips. Heather ran her fingernails over the ball of her right foot, while Anna teased her left foot’s sole. Finally, a brief laugh.

“Heeheehee!” Heather and Anna looked at each other with satisfaction, then dug in, tickling her feet in earnest. Melanie succeeded in stifling her laughter for exactly three seconds, then it exploded out of her.

“Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” Melanie wiggled her feet wildly, trying to avoid their fingers. Heather and Anna simply held her feet still, and tickled them. Melanie’s feet proved to be intensely ticklish. Heather and Anna teased the soles, the heels, the toes. Their touch was light, but relentless. Melanie struggled against her bonds, hoping one of them would give. No luck; she could barely move an inch. Her helpless feet endured five minutes of tickling before her two captors stopped. Melanie was panting, her face was flushed. She could still feel her feet tingling.

“Ready to talk yet?” Heather asked her, sweetly. Melanie shook her head.

“Goody!” Anna exclaimed. They launched another assault on her feet.

“NOOOO-HO-HO-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”

“All you’ve gotta do is give us that information,” Anna said. Melanie shook her head, laughing and wriggling.

“Alright then,” Heather said.

“You leave us no choice,” Anna added. Melanie threw her head back and shrieked with laughter. She was beginning to appreciate their skills. They quickly found and exploited her most ticklish spots. They soon found her left foot was more ticklish than her right. They alternated intensity. One would lightly tease a foot, while the other would attack her other foot with fast, deep tickling. Then they would, with no warning and in perfect unison, switch techniques. Melanie shook with laughter, and pulled vainly against her bonds, trying to escape the tormenting tickling being visited on her feet.

Suddenly, with no warning, she felt something warm and moist close over one of her toes. With a shriek, she realized one of them was suckling on her toes. Melanie couldn’t believe how much it tickled. She began pleading.

“OH GOD! DON’T! STOP! PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEE-HEEASE!”

“Did you hear that, Heather?” Heather stopped suckling her toes to answer.

“Yes I did, Anna. She said don’t...stop...please.”

“So we won’t stop, will we?”

“Not unless she’s ready to talk. Are you ready?” Melanie tossed her head from side to side in response.

“Then perhaps it’s time we take this up a notch,” Anna said. She left Melanie’s right foot, while Heather continued tickling and sucking her left foot. Seconds later, she felt something being strapped over her feet. The tickling eased a bit, and she could catch her breath. Melanie raised her head, and saw them strapping some sort of padded restraint above her foot. It had a solid back to it, and Melanie could just make out her toes above it. Once it was secured, she couldn’t pull her foot back, nor could she move it from side to side. Her feet were now, effectively trapped and immobile. Anna resumed tickling her feet. Melanie tried to pull away, to wiggle them, but they were trapped. Somehow, it tickled worse not being able to at least move her feet. Heather, meanwhile, walked up to Melanie’s head. She leaned in and whispered in her ear.

“You can stop this at any time. When and where is the meeting being held?” Melanie shook her head. But a tiny though in the back of her mind began to think about telling them. She ignored it.

“Tsk. Such a shame. This will only get worse for you.” Heather reached down, and began pulling down the zipper on the front of her suit. She pulled it down to Melanie’s navel. Heather then reached inside and lightly teased Melanie’s ribs. Melanie tried to squirm away, but couldn’t. Heather parted the suit further, allowing Melanie’s breasts to spring out. They were of average size, but very firm and perky. And Heather couldn’t help noticing her pink nipples were stiff and erect. Heather’s fingers teased around Melanie’s breasts for a minute, then she stepped back. She walked over to the cart and returned with a sharp, gleaming knife. She began slicing off Melanie’s suit. Anna had stopped tickling her, and joined in. The pair soon had cut away her entire body suit, leaving Melanie nude (except for her earrings) and vulnerable. They began to tease and lightly tickle Melanie’s ribs and underarms. Melanie tried vainly to pull away, but she was too well strapped down. She giggled and wriggled as best she could, while Heather and Anna circled her, teasing and poking, finding her most sensitive spots. Finally, Anna stood above her head, her fingers poised just over Melanie’s underarms. Heather was next to her waist. As one, they struck. Anna dug her fingers into Melly’s underarms, and squeals of laughter poured out of her. Heather began lightly scratching her hips. Melanie’s eyes grew wide with alarm.

“NOOO HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! NOT THERE! PLEEE-EASE!” Heather smiled wickedly, and redoubled her efforts. She soon discovered Melanie was insanely ticklish on her hips, in the hollow between her abdomen and legs. Melanie bucked her hips hard, trying desperately to escape this new torment, but it was no use. She could barely move an inch. She writhed and shrieked with laughter, overwhelmed by the stimulation. Her fair skin soon flushed pink. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Small beads of perspiration began to form on her forehead. Anna’s fingers traveled south, tickling slowly down her sides, over her stomach, until she was the one teasing and tickling her sensitive hips. Heather had tickled slowly down her legs, paying special attention to her knees, before winding up back at her feet. Melanie again shrieked in surprise when Heather began sucking on her toes.

Heather and Anna were an astonishing team. It was almost as if they shared each other’s thoughts. When one tickled Melanie lightly, the other dug in intensely. Then, they would switch tactics without missing a beat. Very slowly, they circled Melanie’s helpless body, tickling every spot she had, and teasing a few spots she didn’t know she had. Anna had been the first to find a tender spot just under her left breast. Heather discovered a similar spot under her right breast, and the two spent several agonizing minutes teasing them. Melanie began pleading, between gasps of air, for them to stop. But every time they asked if she was ready to talk, Melanie refused. So, her tormentors continued their assault on her sensitive body. Melanie trembled and shook. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she laughed. She writhed and wriggled helplessly. Her head thrashed from side to side, tossing her blonde hair about.

After what felt like an eternity, they stopped. Melanie gasped, still giggling. Her tormentors moved to the cart above her head again. Suddenly, Melanie felt her restraints moving. The rods were shifting position. Melanie’s legs were raised. Her knees were bent back towards her chest, and her feet pulled up towards the ceiling. Heather and Anna returned, each holding a pair of stiff feathers. Melanie’s eyes grew wide with alarm.

“Oh, please. No more,” she whimpered.

“Does that mean you’re ready to talk?” Anna asked. Melanie bit her lip. She paused for a moment, then shook her head. With no further word, Heather and Anna attacked.

“Eeeeeeekkkssssss! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!”

Heather slid the feathers along Melanie’s smooth, sensitive underarms. She had found those to be particularly tender. Anna, meanwhile, slid her feathers over Melanie’s ticklish hips. Melanie shrieked with laughter. Heather found the spots under her breasts, and teased them mercilessly with the feathers. Melanie jerked, trying to get away. Anna was now sliding the feathers up and down the backs of Melanie’s thighs. Melanie squealed as the new sensations assaulted her. She tried to buck her hips as she felt the feathers sliding down, teasing the sensitive flesh of her thighs. Anna was heading straight fo her buttocks. Melanie squirmed, pulled, trembled, desperate to escape the tickling. All to no avail. Anna traced circles on Melanie’s buttocks. Melanie was surprised at how much, how intense, it tickled. She was overwhelmed. Heather was now teasing her stiff nipples with the feathers. Melanie didn’t even know her nipples were ticklish. Anna noticed, as she drew the feathers lightly up and down her buttocks and thighs, that Melanie had grown aroused. She saw her labia glistening with moisture. An evil thought occurred to her. She reached a feather in, and slowly drew it across the sensitive pink folds. It was like an electric shot arced through Melanie’s body. She tensed, wailing, as Anna wickedly tickled her pussy. A flush of heat flooded Melanie’s body. She felt the moisture gathering between her legs. She felt her arousal grow. Melanie was surprised at this development. The tickling was agonizing. Heather and Anna were masters. But Melanie hadn’t expected to find herself becoming sexually aroused. Her whole body tingled. She had hoped by now she would have begun to get used to the sensations, to grow numb to them. If anything, she was more sensitive now than before.

Heather traced the feathers all around Melanie’s swelling breasts. She drew ever tightening circles, tracing up to her nipples. Anna gently tickled her pussy with long stroked of the feathers. Anna noticed a small pink knob peeking out from the folds of her labia. Carefully, she slid the feather alongside it, just barely touching Melanie’s clitoris with the feather. Another powerful jolt shot through Melanie.

“OHHH MY GOD! NOOOOO! STOP! STOO-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Melanie thrashed as hard as she could. It was in vain. Anna continued to tease her swelling clitoris, while Heather teased her nipples. Melanie found herself getting more and more aroused. She was hoping that Anna, or Heather (she no longer knew who was doing what to her) would touch her clit, apply just a bit more pressure. As if sensing her desires, the two began tickling her in earnest again, Heather moving to tickle her thighs, Anna circling to concentrate on her underarms.

“Wanna talk?” Anna whispered. She discarded the feathers, and was again tickling Melanie with her fingernails. Melanie barely heard her. Between her underarms, and Heather tickling the backs of her sensitive thighs, Melanie was screaming with laughter. After several more minutes, the tickling again stopped. Melanie was panting from the exertion. She was sweating, flushed pink. Her cheeks glistened from tears. A growing thought was gnawing in the back of her mind. Talk, it said. Just talk and this will all be over. But her training went deep, and Melanie ignored it. She felt her head lifted, and water trickled into her mouth. Melanie drank gratefully. One of them took a cool cloth, and gently wiped her face, wiping away the sweat and tears. But she also felt something on her feet. A cool, long metallic object was placed against each foot. A strap was secured over it, to hold it in place. Melanie was beginning to get her breathing back under control, when the two objects began buzzing. Vibrators, she realized, the instant before she registered an intense tickling sensation running through her feet. She was caught completely by surprise.

“Oh no! Nooooo-ho-ho-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“We’ve been at this for an hour now, dear,” Heather whispered in her left ear. An hour?!? Melanie thought. It had felt like an eternity. Greene had said they had two hours. Melanie had been sure it been almost two hours.

“We can go for a lot longer,” Anna said in her right.

“But can you?” Melanie giggled as the vibrators tickled her feet.

“All you have to do is tell us what we want to know, and we stop.” In the back of Melanie’s mind, the voice grew stronger. Tell them, it said. I can’t take much more. Melanie bit her lower lip, trying to stifle the giggles.

“N-n-n-hee-hee-hee-hee! N-n-no! AHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Melanie jumped as they began tickling her again. She was now being assaulted on three fronts. He vibrators teased her feet mercilessly. Heather tickled her sides and underarms. Anna returned to her thighs. She was beginning to feel her arousal grow again. Again, Heather and Anna seemed to sense this, because Heather began to lick her breasts. She circled her tongue around Melanie’s nipple. Melanie felt a fresh flush of heat in her body when Heather closed her mouth over it, and sucked hard. Through the gasps of laughter, Melanie moaned. Anna, meanwhile, had ben working her way steadily down towards Melanie’s pussy. She teased and tickled the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Then she leaned in, and began to lightly lick her tongue across Melanie’s pink labia. Melanie gasped. Oh, yessss, she thought. Right there. Melanie was nearing sensory overload. The tickling did not let up, and Heather and Anna were exciting her even more. Melanie felt her body build an intense pressure. She was nearing orgasm, she was sure of it.

“Oh yesssss. Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee! Oh my god <GASP> OHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Her body was beginning to tense up. A few more seconds, and she would explode with release. But at that moment, Heather and Anna stopped licking, and started tickling harder. Melanie shrieked with laughter, and frustration built up inside her. She really needed to climax. She felt the vibrators click on her feet, and the tickling intensified. One of them found the spot on her hips, and tickled it mercilessly. The other stroked her underarms. Their fingers flew over her trembling body. They teased her thighs, buttocks, pussy, breasts, nipples, sides, underarms. Even her neck wasn’t neglected. At unexpected moments, they would return to her erogenous zones, and begin sucking and licking. Twice more, they brought Melanie to the brink of orgasm, only to deny her release.

“This is your last chance to talk.”

“Otherwise, we really start to torture you.” Melanie tried to think of the mission, but all she could think of was the incessant tickling on her feet, the teasing she was feeling on her underarms and hips, the arousal that was demanding release. But, determinedly, she shook her head. Anna closed her mouth over Melanie’s nipple, while stroking her underarms. Heather slowly licked her throbbing pussy, while tickling her buttocks. Melanie felt the pressure in her body build. Each lick, each touch brought her closer to orgasm.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, please. Please.” Heather’s tongue slowed down. Melanie crawled to orgasm. She was desperate.

“Oh god, pleeee-hee-hee-heease!” Heather drew her tongue slowly across her labia, rubbing against her clit ever so lightly. Melanie felt her body’s pleasure peak.

“Yes! Oh, yes! Yeeessssss!” She was at the peak. It was now or never. Heather inserted just the tip of her tongue into Melanie’s pussy. Melanie felt the orgasm begin. Heather then pulled back. A tiny, tiny orgasm trickled through her. Melanie’s body seized on it, thirsting for the release. She shook and trembled, clenching her fists. Finally, she gasped for air. It was the weakest orgasm she had ever had. She still felt the arousal. She was still desperate for orgasm. Heather and Anna had teased her with this light climax. They had expertly driven Melanie to the brink of orgasm, and only given her a taste of release. It was the most exquisite torture Melanie could think of. She wanted it to stop, yet she wanted it to go on. It was so intense. It was about to become more so. With no warning, a blindfold slipped over her head. Melanie couldn’t see her tormentors. Now, they attacked her again.

Heather tickled her buttocks and inner thigh, Anna her hips. The orgasm, weak as it was, had the desired effect. Melanie shrieked and squealed, her body suddenly twice as sensitive and ticklish as before. For several long minutes, Melanie endured this torturous tickling. Fingers and feathers flew over her body. They teased her ribs, tickled her hips. Feathers teased her thighs. Fingers lightly scratched her underarms. Again, Heather and Anna began to lick her. They both suckled on her throbbing nipples. Groans and giggles escaped Melanie’s lips. One of them moved down, kissing and nibbling on her waist. Melanie squirmed helplessly. She yelped in surprise, as the one still sucking on her nipples now found and teased the sensitive spots under her breasts. The other blew light raspberries across her belly. Meanwhile, her fingers found and teased her buttocks. All the while, the vibrators buzzed, tickling her feet. Suddenly, they were turned up another notch. In convert with this, the one sucking her nipples started tickling her underarms again. She also left her nipples, and licked and nibbled at the spots under her breast. Melanie squealed and whimpered, thrashing helplessly in her bonds. A mouth closed over her vagina again. A tongue teased and licked her, driving her back towards orgasm. Melanie was pleading for release.

“Please, o please, o please, o please, O Please, O PLEASE LET ME CUMMMMMM!” But they did not let her cum.

They had stopped asking her questions. Again, and again, Heather and Anna drove Melanie to the brink of orgasm. Again and again, they pulled her back just before she came. Each time she felt closer and closer to climax, to sweet release. But always, they pulled her away. The tickling was unbearable. Melanie’s body tingled and throbbed. The lightest touch, she was sure, would finally send her over the edge. But her captors were experts. They tickled her, letting her cool off just enough, then resumed the sexual torment, tickling and licking. Always, they denied her release, just at he moment she was about to cum. Melanie felt her resolve slipping. She was desperate for release, desperate for this long denied orgasm. She was desperate for this torture to end. She knew what she needed to do to end it, to finally climax and rest. But she held on to her resolve. She would not break. But she still felt her will weakening.

Again, one had begun licking her, while the other teased her armpits and breasts. She felt the pressure build. She tried to grind her hips, to get her tormentor to finally let her cum. It was hard, though, because whoever was licking her now was still tickling her buttocks. Just a little more, she thought. Just a little more...

They stopped. They stopped licking, they stopped tickling. The vibrators were switched off. Melanie gasped for air, breathing deeply. She was actually disappointed. She had been just about to climax. She still felt her body on the edge, trembling. The blindfold was whipped off. Greene was staring down at her.

“Two hours are up. Are you ready to talk?” Weakly, Melanie shook her head. One part of her was actually hoping the torment would resume. Then she might finally get some relief.

“Well, no matter. We reviewed the security footage of your little break-in, my dear. We’ve identified your companion.” Greene turned to Heather and Anna.

“Ladies, you have your orders.” The turned to leave, but not before each blowing Melanie a kiss.

“Bye, sweetie. It was fun,” Heather teased,

“We’ll have to do it again!” Anna called back. The two giggled as they left the room. Greene turned back to Melanie.

“We have some unfinished business, you and I.” He stepped back and pulled off his shirt. He walked over to her feet, and switched back on one vibrator; the one on her right foot. Melanie began to giggle. Would this never end?

“Back at the hotel, you put up an impressive fight.” He switched on the other vibrator. Her left foot twitched, still immobilized in the cuffs. Melanie’s laughter rang through the room.

“And you endured two hours with Heather and Anna. You think your partner can do that?” He began running his fingers along her sides.

“You’re strong, Isabeau,” he said. Melanie, despite the tickling, looked at him with surprise. How did he learn her codename?

“Yes, we’ve identified you, Melanie. And your partner, Steph. Heather and Anna are going to deal with her. But I’ve got a score to settle with you.” With that, he began tickling her in earnest.

Greene was good. He lightly teased her, and quickly found all the spots Heather and Anna had painstakingly exploited. His touch was light and fast. He ran his fingers over her whole body. For several minutes, he teased and tickled her. He then leaned in, and began to suckle her breasts. Melanie never really cooled down from her session with Heather and Anna. She was still throbbing with desire, ready to explode. While he sucked on her nipples, he found and teased the spots under her breasts. Melanie exploded with laughter.

Slowly, Greene worked his way down, teasing her stomach, her thighs. He eagerly licked her wet pussy, enjoying the sound of her groans mixed with laughter, the sight of her struggling against her restraints. After she had beaten on Greene and his men, he had nursed several revenge fantasies. But he had been watching Heather and Anna torture her, and a new idea occurred to him.

“Pleeeeease!” Melanie wailed.

“Please what?”

“I c-can’t take any more! AHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Greene tickled her while she pleaded.

“I think you can.” He tickled up her legs, and back down in her inner thighs, around her glistening pussy. “I think you can take whatever I dish out. I think you really want me to make you cum.” He leaned over her, standing between her legs, and teased her ribs. Melanie shrieked

“EEEEEKKKKSSSS! YES! YESSSSS! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”

“Yes what?”

“YESSSSS PLEASE MAKE ME CUMMMMMM! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” It was music to his ears. By now, Greene had stripped himself naked. He was lean and muscular. His cock was stiff, having watched Melanie’s torture for the last two hours. Melanie didn’t yet realize just how vulnerable she really was. Her legs were still in the air, spread wide apart; her pussy bare and at the perfect height. Greene clicked the vibrators on her feet onto high. He was rewarded with shrieks of laughter, with the sight of her writhing body, struggling vainly to get away. He placed the tip of his manhood against the moist folds of her pussy. Slowly, easily, he slid his member into her. Melanie gasped in surprise, arching her back in response. His member slid deep into her. She felt every inch of him. She still wriggled in response to the relentless tickling on her feet. She shrieked again as she felt his fingers find her sides, and tickle them. The pressure inside her was rapidly building again. He pulled back, and thrust into her again. Melanie trembled in response, overwhelmed again by the sensations assaulting her.

“When is the meeting?” He whispered in her ear.

“I d-don’t know,” she breathed. He thrust deep into her. She groaned and giggled.

“Where is the meeting?”

“I don’t know,” she whimpered. She cried out in unexpected pleasure as his cock rubbed against her g-spot. And still, the tickling continued.

“Where?”

“I don’t know, I swear!” He thrust, faster and deeper. He could feel her tense up, building to an orgasm. He eased off a bit.

“Tell me what I want to know.”

“I don’t know <gasp> I swear <giggle> once I was captured, it would have been changed.”

“What?”

“Ooooohhhhh! It’s s-s-standard <oohhhh> op. I would <ha-ha-ha-ha-ha> have compromised the mission. <EEEEEKKKSSSS!>” Melanie squealed as his fingers found the spots under her breasts again. Greene believed her. She didn’t know. But Steph might. And he still had his revenge.

“OOOOOHHHHHHHH!” Greene began to thrust deep into his writhing captive. His fingers danced over her torso, her underarms. The vibrators still mercilessly buzzed on her feet. His thrusts were rhythmic, deep, and increasing in speed. Melanie felt her body begin to tense. The long denied orgasm was building. She pleaded.

“OOOHHH GOD! OHHHHH YESSSSSSS! OH PLEEEEASE, PLEEASE LET ME CUMMMMMM!”

Greene increased the speed. The pressure in her had reached its peak. She was ready to burst. Deep thrusts mixed with unbearable tickling. Melanie had been tortured for over two hours. She was finally ready to explode.

“OOOOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!”

The orgasm thundered through her. Her whole body tensed. She pulled against every restraint. Greene kept thrusting deep into her, kept teasing and tickling. All the pleasure that had built up inside her over the last few hours now burst forth. It was the sweetest rapture Melanie had ever felt. The wave crashed over her, and swept her along. No sooner did it begin to fade, then another swept in to take it’s place. Another climax seized her. She squealed and writhed. Greene kept thrusting, glorying in the sight of her body tensing and writhing as she came, glorying in the feel as she tensed her throbbing passage, pleasure spasming through her. And again, another orgasm claimed her. Melanie rode the pounding multiple orgasms, all the while feeling each thrust, each stroke. She was in sensory overload. She wondered how much more she could take.

Greene was now thrusting deep into her with total abandon. For several minutes, Melanie endured the multiple orgasms pounding through her, one after the other. She had been supercharged with desire, and it all exploded out now. Greene gave in to his own need, and as Melanie reached her final climax, Greene finally erupted. He buried himself fully inside her, and the two tensed together for several sweet seconds, their cried of ecstacy mingling together. Finally, the both of them spent, Melanie slumped back, exhausted from her ordeal. Greene pushed himself up, and gently withdrew. He switched off the vibrators. Melanie panted in relief. Finally. She felt Greene lift her head, and cool, refreshing water trickled into her mouth. She swallowed, lay back, and passed out. Greene gathered his clothes. Melanie was a formidable adversary. She had nearly bested himself and two of his best men. She had resisted Heather and Anna’s tortures. Even Greene had not broken her; she had sacrificed nothing in telling him what she did. And he had felt the power of her orgasms. She would be a valuable ally. She must be recruited, he thought to himself. He left the room. He gave orders to have her bathed, and then taken to a holding room, guards to be posted 24-7.

Unbeknownst to Greene, a tiny transmitter in Melanie’s earrings activated, and was now sending its powerful signal. The agency she worked for had been alerted to her whereabouts.

End Chapter 1

Coming in chapter 2: Steph encounters Heather and Anna, Melanie’s recruitment begins, and Project: Panacea’s secrets are revealed!
 
o my favorite females and my favorite writer all in one. and how did you know i have a habit of biting my lower lip? fantastic, so very well written and erotic.. i proved a tough adversary, i'm quite proud of myself lol.. hope steph will handle it and i'm sure she will.. she is also a tough cookie.. loved it xoxo
 
isabeau said:
o my favorite females and my favorite writer all in one. and how did you know i have a habit of biting my lower lip? fantastic, so very well written and erotic.. i proved a tough adversary, i'm quite proud of myself lol.. hope steph will handle it and i'm sure she will.. she is also a tough cookie.. loved it xoxo

Actually, I didn't know you bit your lower lip. I just kept picturiong Melanie the spy doing that. Art imitates life. You'll need to be tough to handle waht comes later. So will Steph. Thank you, my Isabeau!
 
knight said:
Actually, I didn't know you bit your lower lip. I just kept picturiong Melanie the spy doing that. Art imitates life. You'll need to be tough to handle waht comes later. So will Steph. Thank you, my Isabeau!

you are so welcome my knight. and yes i bite my lower lip lots of times. it's a habit. can't wait to read part two..your details are sooooooo fantastic.. as always.. :bowing: :redheart:
 
isabeau said:
you are so welcome my knight. and yes i bite my lower lip lots of times. it's a habit. can't wait to read part two..your details are sooooooo fantastic.. as always.. :bowing: :redheart:

Hopefully I'll have chapter two up next week. I've got at least three good chapters for this one, and a vague idea for more. Again, thaks for your always kind words, Melly.
 
knight said:
Hopefully I'll have chapter two up next week. I've got at least three good chapters for this one, and a vague idea for more. Again, thaks for your always kind words, Melly.

of course, Matt.. i love your stories and will continue to post my admiration of your very fine writing skills..
 
Well written indeed! You had us dye our head, eh? But how did you know I (Heather) dyed my hair auburn red 5 days ago? Well I (Anna) have always loved Heather's hair whether it red (the colour I (Anna) frequently make her behind!!!!!!!!! Ah huh, sure you do baby!) or dark brown or blonde as it was once. Anyway..... lovely stuff and very complimentary! And we assure you, the gentleness we showed Isabeau the Scintillating is nothing compared to what we will do to Steph!!!!!!!!! Knight.... you probably did well..... we skipped the last part (sorry.... but hearing someone scored with our friend is something we would like to skip! (unless it's a real hot girl like Angelina Jolie! (Both of us) MMMM.... Angelina Jolie, ohhhhh (Drool sound!)). Your skills remain undiminshed! Write forward and greatly kind friend!
Love,
Heather and Anna
P.S I (Heather) make Anna's bum black!!!!! You do not!!!!!!! Well sometimes I (Heather) do! You do not!!!!!!!!! I (Heather) love you Anna! Love you too Heather! But you do not make my (Anna) bum black! Of course not baby, I ake it purple!
 
She does not!!!!!!!!! I (Heather) love you Anna! Love you too Heather! And you do not make my rear black or purple or any other colour!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay I (Heather) don't..... because it's co cute! (I just pinched her butt!) Best wishes and back lack to Svetlana!
Love,
Heather and Anna
P.S I (Anna) can assure you Heather's butt will be red, NOW!
 
Well Anna wasn't kidding! My (Heather) butt still hurts! But we're back and we have an idea of about 1 page to express! Hope you enjoy! Love you Heather! Love you too Anna (although you have an odd way to shwo it! Ow!"
Love,
Heather and Anna
P.S Told you I (Anna) spanked her butt red.... or purple as it is now!
 
Ladies and gentleman, Heather and Anna. Let's give them a big round of applause. They'll be here all week. You two crack me up, you really do. Actually Heather (or is it Anna? Gaaahhhhh!) I had no idea what either of you looks like. So I made it all up. Like with Melly the spy biting her lower lip (something our Melly does), it's just art imitating life. Something I stumbled upon. Glad you liked the story. I had a feeling you'd skip the last part, but let me assure you, you're not done with Melanie yet! And Steph, if you're out there, beware, because Heather and Anna are coming for you in chapter 2! And they're not going to be as kind as they were to Melanie in chapter 1! Thanks, ladies.
 
YIKES! :wow:
:p :p :p

XOXO

knight said:
Actually, I didn't know you bit your lower lip. I just kept picturiong Melanie the spy doing that. Art imitates life. You'll need to be tough to handle waht comes later. So will Steph. Thank you, my Isabeau!
 
This is one of the best stories in the history of stories and I’m amazed at the lack of comments.
Bumping this up as it deserves all of the attention, even after all these years. Thank you for your contributions.. I like them all very much.
 
Nice start! Really enjoyed the teasing/denial mixed with tickling during the interrogation - very hot!
 
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