Here's part 2 of my spy story starring Isabeau, Steph, Heather, and Anna. Hopefully, chapter 3, the apocalyptic conclusion, will be along in a couple of weeks. Enjoy!
INTRIGUE AND INTERROGATION
Part II
by Knight
Steph gasped for air. The break would last only a few seconds. Any second now, it would begin again, more intense than before. She couldn’t remember how long she had been here, how long she had been enduring this intense and exquisite torture. But she knew she couldn’t take too much more. Not that she had any choice in the matter. Suddenly, it began again.
“AAAHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! PLEASE STOOOO-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!” She pleaded in vain. She knew it wouldn’t stop. It was about to get more intense. Steph gasped as she felt a warm, slippery wet tongue begin to slide around her engorged clitoris. It flicked lightly across her clit, swirled around it, slid around and across her labia, and teased her by barely poking into her wet, pink pussy. Meanwhile, nimble fingers slid over her smooth, tender underarms. She wriggled as best she could, but was bound tightly in place. There was no escape. She felt the orgasm she had been denied for so long building deep in her loins. Maybe this time, she would finally be allowed release. Closer. Closer. She could feel it. Yes. Yes.
“YES! YESSSSS! OH GOD, YEEEESSSSSSS!” No. The teasing in her pussy stopped, and Steph was just on the edge of orgasm. But, the teasing stopped. Even the tickling stopped. It would stop long enough for her to cool down, then it would begin again. Frustration was building up in her. She wasn’t sure if she could take much more of this. How did she ever get into this position in the first place? She thought to herself. Her mind spun back.
24 HOURS AGO
Steph stormed out of her director’s office. Mere hours ago, she and her partner, Melanie, had broken into the files of an executive with the research company Biogen. The executive had scheduled a secret meeting with top members of the President’s cabinet, a meeting regarding Project: Panacea. Steph and Melanie were supposed to secure the files, and find out the date of the meeting, so as to better safeguard security. But they had been discovered, and Melanie had stuffed the files and the datebook in Steph’s hands, and hurried her out. Melanie stayed behind to buy Steph the precious minutes needed to escape with the vital information. She had hated it, but Steph ran. She made her way back to the agency headquarters, and made her report. Now, she had orders to find the executive, and get him to the company’s safehouse. She wanted to go after her friend, but she had her orders. But she didn’t like it.
Steph and her team hurried to find the Biogen executive. Having his datebook made it much easier. They found him while he was having lunch. Steph hurriedly explained the situation, and the team pulled him into their car. As they pulled away from the restaurant, several identical cars converged, then each split off in a different direction. With Melanie held captive, no chances could be taken. Steph had arranged this. Now anyone watching them couldn’t know where the exec was headed. Steph was one of the few on the team who did know, but e was not with her. Steph guided her car along several streets, turning at random intervals to confuse any potential trailers. After nearly ten minutes, she decided to relax her guard. She’d drive for another five, then return to the agency, check on the team with the exec, and report to her superior. She pulled down a narrow, one-way street. At the end of the street, she saw a large SUV blocking the road. Two cars were behind her. The SUV didn’t look like it was going to move. Steph looked to see if there was an alley she could pull into. Both were blocked. She slowed, and honked her horn.
“C’mon! I haven’t got all day!” Steph was usually rather calm, even in bad traffic, but worry for her partner weighed heavily on her. She wasn’t in much of a mood to be polite.
The door to the SUV swung open. Two figures, dressed in black,
stepped out. They were dressed in black, and were quite burly. Steph stepped out of her car. The two advanced on her, speeding up the closer they got. Just before they reached her, Steph ducked under the arms of one, and drove her elbow right into the sternum of the other. He doubled over. Steph rolled over his back, and kicked out at his partner, sending him flying. She spun, grabbed the first man, and sent him face first into her car. He slumped to the ground, unconscious. Steph heard a noise behind her. She looked behind her, only to see the cars behind her had also opened, the occupants holding weapons on her. She was unsurprised to see the same thing from the cars blocking the alleys. Steph was trapped. And she was outgunned. She held her hands up in surrender. They grabbed her, and her hands were cuffed behind her. She was stuffed inside the SUV, and a blindfold was placed over her head.
Thirty minutes later, Steph felt the vehicle pull to a stop. She was pulled out, and marched along at a quick pace. She had no idea where she was. Briefly she heard echoes of footsteps; a parking garage? But those gave way to muffled footsteps in a hallway. Steph was turned again and again. She had no sense of where she could be. Finally, she was halted. Powerful hands grabbed her, and she felt her clothes being pulled off. Her boots were unzipped and slipped off. The zipper on the front of her suit was pulled down, and the suit slipped off her shoulders. The cuffs were removed, but powerful hands held her arms in place. Steph could gain no leverage to fight back, so she saved her energy, waiting for an opening, an opportunity. Her suit was pulled completely off. Steph was picked up, and placed in a kneeling position. She felt padded surfaces under her legs., and a padded surface at her back. Her arms were pulled above her head, and strapped to a firm, padded surface. A strap went around the middle of her waist. Her legs were also strapped down, as were her feet. Finally, her panties were cut away, and her bra was removed. Steph’s ample busoms burst free. The footsteps faded away. Steph was left alone. Or so she thought.
Melanie had been allowed to bathe. She had been given food, and even slept for a few hours. She was even given a white body suit to wear. She wasn’t sure what was coming next, but she felt somewhat refreshed. She was under constant guard. Considering the beating she had handed to Greene and his men earlier, her guard consisted of six heavily armed, heavily padded, well-muscled men. Melanie found this flattering, but bothersome. Escaping was going to be so much more difficult with so many guards. But Melanie had an ace in the hole. Her captors still hadn’t removed her earrings. She knew the homing beacon had been activated, and the agency knew where she was. It was only a matter of time.
After she woke, she was taken back to the room where she had been interrogated by Heather and Anna. Greene was waiting for her. Her guards escorted her into the room, and, with a nod from Greene, left. Melanie was alone now with her captor. She folded her arms.
“What do you want now?”
“I want to talk to you,” he began, slowly pacing towards her. “About your future.”
“My future?”
“Yes. Your future. With Biogen.” Melanie’s jaw dropped.
Steph took slow, deep breaths, calming herself. She tested her restraints. She was held almost completely immobile. And she was still blindfolded. But she could hear. She listened intently, trying to gauge anything; where she was, if there was anyone else in the room. Any sound. But she could hear nothing. She was convinced she was alone. She was wrong.
Heather and Anna were there. Heather and Anna worked for Greene, and had tortured Steph’s partner Melanie for two hours yesterday, trying to get her to reveal the whereabouts of the Project: Panacea file. Melanie had endured intense torture, but had not talked. Heather and Anna had been impressed by her resolve. But they had been sure they could have broken her if they had been allowed a little more time. Greene, however, had received intelligence that Steph was moving the Biogen exec who had been trying to leak Project: Panacea to the government. So he had sent Heather and Anna to intercept her and retrieve the executive. Failing that, they had captured Steph, and were determined to wring his location from her.
Heather and Anna had removed their boots. They were careful to make no sound. They wanted Steph to think she was alone for several minutes. They wanted her guard down. They watched her test her bonds, only to find herself barely able to move. They watched as she strained to catch any sound. But the room had been soundproofed. No sound was getting in or out. Now, Steph began to relax slightly, determined to remain calm until something happened. Heather and Anna nodded at each other, and slowly approached their captive. They moved with light steps. They had stripped down to tee shirts and shorts, so no whisper of cloth would give them away. Slowly, silently, they padded up to their busty captive. Heather reached her hands out towards Steph’s bare underarms, while Anna reached for her feet. Closer and closer, their eager fingers closed in on unsuspecting Steph’s sensitive skin.
“Biogen?” Melanie couldn’t keep the disbelief from her voice. “You want me to join Biogen?”
“Yes,” Greene calmly replied.
“You’re nuts.”
“Not at all, Melanie. We can offer you so much.”
“And what do I offer you?”
“You’re strong,” he circled her slowly. “You nearly beat myself and two of my best men. You resisted Heather and Anna. No one else has ever been able to do that. Even I couldn’t break you.” He stopped, facing her directly. “You would be a great asset to Biogen.”
“And what can you offer me?”
“How much does our government pay you, hmmm? Whatever they offer, we can double it.” Melanie thought about this for a second.
“Really? How?” she asked, skeptically. “Biogen is a research company. Not many of those are big money makers; that’s why so many research companies require government grants and funding.”
“Ah, but we have resources other companies don’t.” A light went on in Melanie’s head. Her eyes grew wide.
“That’s what this is all about.” Greene frowned.
“All of what?”
“Project: Panacea. That’s why you want the file, why you don’t want the Biogen exec meeting with the government!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Greene snapped, turning away.
“I know what Project: Panacea is.”
Steph had managed to calm herself. She was immobilized, nude, blindfolded, and in enemy hands, but she had regained some measure of her composure. All she could do now was wait. Sooner or later, someone would come in and interrogate her. She knew that was why she had been captured. Her captors wanted the location of the safehouse. But she was determined not to give it to them. She was unaware that Heather and Anna were drawing ever closer. She was unaware her torture was about to begin.
Greene froze in his tracks. He turned to face Melanie, a grim look on his face.
“Project: Panacea. Biogen has developed a real panacea.”
“Go on.”
“Panacea, from the Greek panakeia, originally panak, meaning all healing. Medically speaking, a panacea is a cure all, a remedy for any and all diseases. Biogen had developed an antibody capable of fighting off all known diseases.”
Greene remained silent.
“The executive wanted to share this discovery with the world. But I’ll bet there are factions within Biogen who want to keep this discovery a secret. The executive wanted to take a humanitarian route; he wanted to freely distribute the antibody, and the means to produce it, to everyone. But you want to keep him quiet. If Biogen is revealed to have a potent new antibody, and you keep the means of producing it a secret, you can write your own ticket. You can sell it to the highest bidder. You can make a fortune.”
“I’ve clearly underestimated you again, Isabeau,” Greene said slowly, calling Melanie by her code name. “I never expected you to figure all that out. You read the file.”
“I just skimmed it.” Greene nodded his head, a gesture of respect.
“Even more impressive.” Melanie couldn’t help but smile a little. Who said blondes were dumb?
“Yes, that’s exactly what we intend. Project: Panacea will make it into the world, but for a price. A hefty price.”
“You’re talking about withholding from sick, desperate people something that can cure them just because they can’t meet your asking price. This is mercenary behavior at it’s worst.”
“It’s business. We live in a free-market society. What’s wrong with making a little profit?”
“And how could you think I’d want to be a part of that? This should be shared with everyone. Think of the suffering that could be eased!”
“Think of the millions that could be made!” Melanie was horrified.
“Go to hell.” Greene smiled, and pulled out a gun.
“Not today,” he gestured towards the apparatus she had been strapped to yesterday. “Strip, and get on. Time to resume your interrogation.” Melanie didn’t move. Greene didn’t know her earrings were vibrating.
“I already told you, as soon as I was captured, they would have taken the exec to another safehouse. I don’t know where he is.”
“Perhaps, but I’m willing to wager you do know the location of your agency’s other safehouses. You’re going to give me those locations.”
Heather and Anna looked at each other, wicked gleams in their eyes. As one, they nodded at each other, and gently prodded Steph’s helpless body.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEK! WHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Steph jumped in surprise. From nowhere, four hands were poking and teasing her underarms and feet. There was no pain, but it tickled horribly. Her restraint only made it worse; she couldn’t even wriggle away, she could only pull at her bonds vainly. After a few seconds, it stopped.
“Who’s there?!?!?” she called out. Heather and Anna made no sound. They shifted position, and stood on either side of Steph. Again, with no warning, their hands shot out. Steph felt the hands touch her again. Two hands teased her hips, while another pair lightly stroked her thighs. Again, she screamed with surprised laughter, struggling to escape. Again, after a few seconds, the tickling stopped. Steph gasped for air; now she was worried. She was unbelievably ticklish. And being so restrained only made it worse. Steph had expected to be interrogated, threatened, starved; she had never thought she’d be tickled. The thought of that was terrifying. Steph was very ticklish. It was an unbearable sensation for her. There could be no greater torture for her.
For several minutes, this went on; Heather and Anna circled Steph, poking, teasing, stroking, discovering her most sensitive spots. Finally, she heard a whisper in her ear.
“Where’s the safehouse?” Fingers gently teased her ribs. Steph giggled lightly.
“I d-d-don’t know! Hee-hee-hee-hee!”
Ten fingernails gently stroked down her sensitive soles. Steph shrieked in surprise.
“Where is the safehouse?”
“HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! I D-DON’T KNOW!”
Suddenly, the tickling stopped. Steph steeled herself, bracing for another touch. But nothing happened. She strained to listen, trying to catch some hint of where her interrogators were. She could hear nothing. Steph wondered briefly if these people had interrogated Melanie. If this had been so, Steph felt bad for her partner. Melanie would not have had any useful information to give them. Melanie would have known after she had been captured plans would change. They would have tortured her for nothing. But Steph was a different story. Steph knew very well where the safehouse was. He question was, could these two make her talk? And what lengths would they go to for that goal?
Steph didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Again, with no warning whatsoever, she felt two hands, one on either side, begin tickling her hips and waist. Steph jumped and squealed. She wriggled her hips as best she could, but the restraints kept her movement minimal. She thrashed her head, tossing her long, dark brown hair. The fingers stroked her waist lightly, gently pinching here and there. Then, ten more fingers began to tease her belly, concentrating on the sensitive area around her navel. A new shriek escaped her lips. The tickling was alternating between light strokes, and fingers digging deep into tender flesh. Steph’s face was beginning to turn red. Then it stopped. Steph gasped for air.
“Where is the safehouse?” Asked a voice in her right ear. Steph realized it was a woman’s voice.
“I don’t know,” she panted.
“We can keep this up for as long as you like,” said another female voice in her left ear. Steph felt four fingers come to rest on her skin just below her left elbow. She didn’t know it was Heather.
“We enjoy our work you see,” said Anna, placing her fingers just below Steph’s right elbow.
“You can tell us what we want to know, and we stop, simple as that,” said Heather.
“Otherwise...” Anna’s voice trailed off. As one, the two began to slowly rake their fingers down Steph’s arms. Steph trembled. She clenched her hands as the fingers traveled down her upper arms, bit her lip as they neared her underarms, let out a soft squeal as they traced slowly down her underarms, gasped as they continued down her sides, and shrieked as they flicked across her hips.
“Now, where is the safehouse?” Heather asked sweetly.
“I don’t know.”
“Pity,” said Anna. “That means we get to have some more fun.”
The women reversed direction, slowly drawing their fingers up Steph’s sides, up her underarms, back up to the elbow. Heather stepped in front of Steph, and continued tracing lightly up and down her sides. Anna moved behind her. A single, thick, padded metal pole was the main support for the restraints. Steph was fastened to it across the waist, but a good part of her back was exposed. Anna began to lightly trace lines down Steph’s buttocks. She paid particular attention to the area right below her buttocks; right at the tops of her legs. Steph tensed as Anna began tickling her there. She bit her lip, trying desperately to pull away, but trying in vain. Her body was wracked with feather-light, teasing touches. It was unbearable. It was only made worse by the fact that she was completely immobile, unable to pull away or fight back.
“Ready to talk yet?” Anna asked, her breath in Steph’s ear. Steph merely shook her head, trying to hold back her laughter. Heather and Anna nodded at each other. All at once, they dug deep in. Steph exploded with laughter.
“AAAAHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
She wriggled and pulled, tossed her head, but was helpless before the tickling onslaught. Fingers danced across her skin. Her sides, waist, hips, buttocks, underarms were tickled mercilessly. Twenty fingers moved fast across her skin, then dug in deep. She yelped in surprise when her feet were suddenly tickled. Her tormentor teased her toes, the balls of her feet, and especially her smooth arches. Her other tormentor moved down her body, and began tracing lines up and down her inner thighs. Then, one of them moved back up, tickling her underarms. Steph wailed with laughter. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. Tears streamed down her face. Then they stopped. Steph’s head slumped forward. She gasped for air. But only seconds later, the tickling began again. They teased her lower abdomen, her upper thighs, and her waist. For several minutes, she shook with laughter. Then it stopped again.
“Where is the safehouse?” Steph couldn’t respond, she was trying to catch her breath. She merely shook her head. Her skin was beginning to tingle. The tickling started up again. Steph tossed back her head, laughing. Heather and Anna switched to light, teasing touches. Steph panted, giggling.
“You have the power to stop this,” Anna said.
“All you have to do is give us what we want,” Heather added.
“Otherwise, this will get worse.” A jolt shot through Steph. How could this get any worse? But something in their tone made Steph believe them. Then they tickled her harder again, as if to demonstrate. One of them reached a hand down, and gently teased her upper thighs, coming dangerously close to her sensitive labia. Steph tensed; she had never experienced tickling in such a hot spot before. It was incredibly sensitive, incredibly ticklish. Some of her resolve melted.
“Oh no! Please! Not there!” Her tormentor merely added another hand in response. Meanwhile, the other one moved her hands up her waist, circling from under her ample breasts up along the sides. Steph jumped; she never realized she was ticklish along her breasts. They had always been sensitive, but this was something new. Everything tickled like mad, but Steph was slowly becoming aware of a new feeling. She couldn’t identify it yet, she was too distracted. Then her tormentors stopped again.
“We’ll ask you one more time,” said Anna.
“Then we stop asking, start doing,” added Heather.
“We’ll probably ask again, but not soon.”
“Where is the safehouse?” Steph was frozen with indecision. She wanted this to end, it was unbearable. She had never realized before how incredibly ticklish she was, and in how many spots. But, she was convinced these two had done the same thing to Melanie, and Melanie would have told them nothing. Steph was sure of that. Melanie’s ordeal would have been in vain if she broke now. Her choice was clear. She shook her head.
“Have it your way,” Anna said.
“Now, we have fun,” Heather replied.
Melanie eyed Greene’s gun warily. The glimmer of a plan was forming, but she would need to time this just right. She would need to stall for time as well. Greene waved the gun again.
“I said strip.” Melanie reached up, and slowly began to unzip the white bodysuit she was wearing. She noticed Greene eyeing her body, so she moved slow, giving him a little show. She noticed a bulge forming in his trousers. She turned her back to him, arching her back a little to accentuate the curve of her body, especially her ass. She began to slide the suit off her shoulders, baring them slowly. She knew he was enjoying this, and so long as he didn’t start getting impatient, she was sure this would work. She had worked the suit off her shoulders, and now slid it down, baring her back to Greene. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She bent slightly at the waist, and slid the suit down, past her waist, past her hips, off her ass, and down her legs. Her earrings buzzed again. The buzzing was a code. It meant all was in readiness. She kicked the suit away, now fully nude, and turned back to Greene. He advanced on her. Melanie fixed her best terrified look on her face, and backed up. As planned, she “tripped” back onto the table she had been strapped to recently. Greene drew closer, and Melanie could see he was aroused. She knew just what he wanted from her. Yesterday, after enduring two hours of tickle-torture at the hands of Heather and Anna, Greene had tickled her as well, and ended her interrogation by burying his cock inside her and pounding her silly. It was the most intense torture she had ever experienced. But a small part of her was curious to feel it again. Because it had also been the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, as well. And, truth be told, she had liked the feel of his manhood. But business before pleasure.
She absently raised her hand, and drew it along her ear, and briefly clicked her earring. Greene was right in front of her.
“Now....” he began. But he was cut off when an explosion rocked the place. Greene jerked his head at the door.
“What?” It was the distraction Melanie had been waiting for. Her
foot flew up, knocking the gun from Greene’s hand. He turned back to her, just in time for he to plant her other foot firmly into his solar plexus. The breath left his body, and he double over. Melanie spun, and delivered a roundhouse kick to his head. Greene jerked back, and crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Melanie bent down over him, feeling for a pulse. It was strong. He wouldn’t be out for long. She gathered up her suit, and slipped it back on. She had just zipped it up, when several men burst into the room.
“At ease, boys. Situation’s under control.” Greene groaned and began to stir. Melanie crouched down on top of him, using her weight to pin him. She grabbed his hair, and pulled his head up.
“Now, Greene, where’s my partner?”
Heather and Anna were a team, in every sense of the word. They were friends, partners, and lovers. They were so close, it seemed as if one could read the other’s mind. Both of them were fascinated by the power of touch, how it could tease, or hurt, or soothe, or arouse. They were also both fascinated by tickling. They were ticklish themselves, and frequently tickled each other. But they loved to tickle helpless victims. In this way, the honed their skills at tickling, arousing, and denying release. They could move in surprising unity, each instinctively knowing what the other would do. It was almost supernatural. Greene had recruited them into Biogen, with the promise that they would have plenty of victims to practice on. He was heavily into industrial espionage, and found their means of torture very effective, and arousing. But they insisted on only torturing women. Greene had never had a problem with this condition. They had immensely enjoyed their encounter with Melanie. She had been tough. They would both have liked to have another crack at her. But Steph was proving very tough herself, and they were having the time of their lives torturing her.
Heather was standing in front of Steph, lightly stroking her hips with two stiff feathers. Anna had taken a soft brush, and was running it up and down Steph’s soles. Steph giggled and laughed, and was now openly pleading for them to stop. But every time they slowed down to ask her to talk, she remained stubbornly silent. So, the torture resumed.
“NOOO-HO-HO-HO! PLEEEEEASE STOP!”
Anna began to suck on Steph’s toes. Steph squealed at this, but was unable to pull away her helpless feet. She was amazed at how much it tickled. She jumped again when Heather abandoned her hips, and began sucking on the toes of the other foot. Steph jerked against her restraints, tried to swivel her feet away. Her tormentors merely held them in place. Anna traced lightly across her sole with her fingertips. Heather alternated between sucking her toes, and teasing the ball of her foot. After nearly fifteen minutes, the pair began tickling up Steph’s legs. They spent several minutes teasing the backs of her thighs, right under her buttocks. Anna stood, and moved in front of Steph. Her fingers traced circles around Steph’s breasts. Meanwhile, Heather began to tickle her hips and waist from behind. Heather used light pinches and teasing strokes. Steph begged for mercy, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Anna’s fingers found what they were looking for. Earlier, she and Heather had found a particularly sensitive spot; right below Steph’s nipples. Now, Anna teased and poked each spot with glee. Steph tried desperately to shake off Anna’s nimble fingers, but it was useless. All Steph could do was endure.
Heather reached her head up. It was time to take this to the next level. She noticed Steph was very aroused. Her crotch glistened with moisture. Heather began to lightly lick Steph’s pink labia. Steph gasped in surprise. She had been so overwhelmed by the tickling, she hadn’t realized just how aroused she really was. The feel of a warm tongue flicking along her pussy was almost more than she could bear. Then Anna began to gently suckle her nipples. Steph felt a mad pounding of pleasure rush through her. A pressure was building up inside her. A pressure that would soon demand release. Heather’s questing tongue found her throbbing clitoris, and lightly flicked over it. Steph tensed. Anna gently squeezed one nipple with her fingers, while she suckled the other. Steph’s breasts slowly swelled with arousal. Then, she shrieked as Anna moved below her nipple, and gently nibbled at the new spot she found. It was small, but highly sensitive. Anna gently worked it with her lips and tongue, sending electric jolts of tickling through her captive. Steph’s giggles and shrieks and pleas for mercy were now joined by gasps and groans of building pleasure. Steph’s trembling body was now on the verge of orgasm. But just before she felt that release, her tormentors stopped. Steph hung in her restraints, gasping for air, whimpering softly. For several seconds, she was left alone. Then the tickling began again. Steph squealed in response.
“PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!”
Over and over again, Heather and Anna brought Steph to the edge of a screaming orgasm, only to deny her release. They would give her breaks periodically, but for seconds only. Then the exquisite torture resumed. Frustration was building up in Steph. If anything, she was more sensitive now than when this all started. The slightest touch caused her to jump. The gentlest flick of tongue nearly sent her over the edge into orgasm. But the tickling continued; the orgasm denial continued. In the few seconds of blessed relief she got when they stopped stimulating her, Steph wondered if Melanie had to endure this as well. Steph wondered how long she had held out, because Steph could feel herself approaching her limits. She couldn’t take much more. And she desperately needed to cum.
The sexual stimulation began again. Anna was now licking her
pussy, lightly teasing her engorged clit. Heather was teasing her underarms, and nibbling at the spot under her nipples. Steph tried to grind her hips closer to Anna’s face, hoping to finally cum. She was whimpering and squealing, drowning in torturous ecstacy. Her body was flushed and hot. She was ready to explode. Only the slightest touch, and she would, she knew it. But her captors denied her. They were experts, masters of their craft. They knew just how to tease her, just how to torture.
“Please, no more!” Steph begged. “I can’t take any more!! Please!”
“Does that mean you’re ready to talk?” Steph merely shook her head.
“Then you get more!” Again, they assaulted her. Steph giggled and groaned, whimpered and wailed, laughed and squealed. She was in heaven and hell at the same time.
Heather tensed. In the pocket of her shorts was a small communicator. It buzzed now. It was a warning. She and Anna exchanged glances. They were having fun, but they couldn’t be caught. But a wicked thought passed between them, and they agreed on a course of action. All without speaking. Anna’s tongue sought out Steph’s madly pulsing clitoris. Heather dug into her underarms, while nibbling the spot under her nipples. They increased the intensity of the tickling, and the sexual stimulation. Steph quivered, shrieking with laughter and pleasure. She could feel the intensity build, feel the pressure build. Her tormentors didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate. They needed to leave, but not before leaving their captive a quivering mess. Steph’s body tensed and trembled; she was on the edge. She cried out for release. Finally, Heather and Anna unleashed all the pent up energy, all the pressure, all the desire they had built up in their captive. Rapturous ecstacy surged through Steph. She threw her head back and screamed, giving in to the orgasm she so desperately needed. Steph came, and kept cumming. Heather and Anna kept licking, nibbling, and tickling. It all flooded through her, launching her to untold heights of ecstacy. Steph’s body was flooded with pleasure. It was long minutes before she realized her captors had left. The thunderous orgasm echoed through her. She felt it’s pounding even after it stopped. Finally, mercifully, the overwhelmed woman passed out. But just before the void claimed her, she smiled inwardly. She had said nothing.
“Steph?” She felt hands gently lowering her to the floor.
“Steph?” Cool water splashed over her lips. Steph’s eyes fluttered, and she sipped at the water. She tried to rise.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.” It was a woman’s voice that floated around her. She felt strong arms ease her up. A bottle was pressed to her lips. Steph drank. Cool, sweet water flowed into her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly. Her head began to clear. Her vision came into focus.
“Melly?”
“Easy, babe, I gotcha.” Steph slumped back, grateful. She smiled.
“You’re okay.”
“And so are you.” Steph stiffened as her memory kicked back in.
“The Biogen exec. Is he...”
“He’s safe. You gave them nothing.”
“Did we catch them?”
“Who? Heather and Anna?”
“Was that their names?” Steph realized she had never heard their names, her tormentors.
“Yeah, I met them too.” Steph heard the tone in her partner’s voice and realized Melanie had endured their unique brand of torture too.
“Did we get them?” Melanie shook her head
“No, they got away. But we got their boss.” Melanie helped Steph to her feet, and draped a blanket over her body. Steph shook her head.
“He’s just one link in the chain. There are others at Biogen who want that file.” Melanie nodded.
“I know. But now, we have someone who can give us information.”
“Heather and Anna are still out there.” Melanie nodded, leading her friend outside. She was right. Heather and Anna were still out there. And Melanie and Steph were going after them.
End Chapter 2
Coming in chapter 3: Melanie and Steph hunt Heather and Anna, Greene returns for revenge, and Project: Panacea’s final fate is revealed!
INTRIGUE AND INTERROGATION
Part II
by Knight
Steph gasped for air. The break would last only a few seconds. Any second now, it would begin again, more intense than before. She couldn’t remember how long she had been here, how long she had been enduring this intense and exquisite torture. But she knew she couldn’t take too much more. Not that she had any choice in the matter. Suddenly, it began again.
“AAAHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! PLEASE STOOOO-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!” She pleaded in vain. She knew it wouldn’t stop. It was about to get more intense. Steph gasped as she felt a warm, slippery wet tongue begin to slide around her engorged clitoris. It flicked lightly across her clit, swirled around it, slid around and across her labia, and teased her by barely poking into her wet, pink pussy. Meanwhile, nimble fingers slid over her smooth, tender underarms. She wriggled as best she could, but was bound tightly in place. There was no escape. She felt the orgasm she had been denied for so long building deep in her loins. Maybe this time, she would finally be allowed release. Closer. Closer. She could feel it. Yes. Yes.
“YES! YESSSSS! OH GOD, YEEEESSSSSSS!” No. The teasing in her pussy stopped, and Steph was just on the edge of orgasm. But, the teasing stopped. Even the tickling stopped. It would stop long enough for her to cool down, then it would begin again. Frustration was building up in her. She wasn’t sure if she could take much more of this. How did she ever get into this position in the first place? She thought to herself. Her mind spun back.
24 HOURS AGO
Steph stormed out of her director’s office. Mere hours ago, she and her partner, Melanie, had broken into the files of an executive with the research company Biogen. The executive had scheduled a secret meeting with top members of the President’s cabinet, a meeting regarding Project: Panacea. Steph and Melanie were supposed to secure the files, and find out the date of the meeting, so as to better safeguard security. But they had been discovered, and Melanie had stuffed the files and the datebook in Steph’s hands, and hurried her out. Melanie stayed behind to buy Steph the precious minutes needed to escape with the vital information. She had hated it, but Steph ran. She made her way back to the agency headquarters, and made her report. Now, she had orders to find the executive, and get him to the company’s safehouse. She wanted to go after her friend, but she had her orders. But she didn’t like it.
Steph and her team hurried to find the Biogen executive. Having his datebook made it much easier. They found him while he was having lunch. Steph hurriedly explained the situation, and the team pulled him into their car. As they pulled away from the restaurant, several identical cars converged, then each split off in a different direction. With Melanie held captive, no chances could be taken. Steph had arranged this. Now anyone watching them couldn’t know where the exec was headed. Steph was one of the few on the team who did know, but e was not with her. Steph guided her car along several streets, turning at random intervals to confuse any potential trailers. After nearly ten minutes, she decided to relax her guard. She’d drive for another five, then return to the agency, check on the team with the exec, and report to her superior. She pulled down a narrow, one-way street. At the end of the street, she saw a large SUV blocking the road. Two cars were behind her. The SUV didn’t look like it was going to move. Steph looked to see if there was an alley she could pull into. Both were blocked. She slowed, and honked her horn.
“C’mon! I haven’t got all day!” Steph was usually rather calm, even in bad traffic, but worry for her partner weighed heavily on her. She wasn’t in much of a mood to be polite.
The door to the SUV swung open. Two figures, dressed in black,
stepped out. They were dressed in black, and were quite burly. Steph stepped out of her car. The two advanced on her, speeding up the closer they got. Just before they reached her, Steph ducked under the arms of one, and drove her elbow right into the sternum of the other. He doubled over. Steph rolled over his back, and kicked out at his partner, sending him flying. She spun, grabbed the first man, and sent him face first into her car. He slumped to the ground, unconscious. Steph heard a noise behind her. She looked behind her, only to see the cars behind her had also opened, the occupants holding weapons on her. She was unsurprised to see the same thing from the cars blocking the alleys. Steph was trapped. And she was outgunned. She held her hands up in surrender. They grabbed her, and her hands were cuffed behind her. She was stuffed inside the SUV, and a blindfold was placed over her head.
Thirty minutes later, Steph felt the vehicle pull to a stop. She was pulled out, and marched along at a quick pace. She had no idea where she was. Briefly she heard echoes of footsteps; a parking garage? But those gave way to muffled footsteps in a hallway. Steph was turned again and again. She had no sense of where she could be. Finally, she was halted. Powerful hands grabbed her, and she felt her clothes being pulled off. Her boots were unzipped and slipped off. The zipper on the front of her suit was pulled down, and the suit slipped off her shoulders. The cuffs were removed, but powerful hands held her arms in place. Steph could gain no leverage to fight back, so she saved her energy, waiting for an opening, an opportunity. Her suit was pulled completely off. Steph was picked up, and placed in a kneeling position. She felt padded surfaces under her legs., and a padded surface at her back. Her arms were pulled above her head, and strapped to a firm, padded surface. A strap went around the middle of her waist. Her legs were also strapped down, as were her feet. Finally, her panties were cut away, and her bra was removed. Steph’s ample busoms burst free. The footsteps faded away. Steph was left alone. Or so she thought.
Melanie had been allowed to bathe. She had been given food, and even slept for a few hours. She was even given a white body suit to wear. She wasn’t sure what was coming next, but she felt somewhat refreshed. She was under constant guard. Considering the beating she had handed to Greene and his men earlier, her guard consisted of six heavily armed, heavily padded, well-muscled men. Melanie found this flattering, but bothersome. Escaping was going to be so much more difficult with so many guards. But Melanie had an ace in the hole. Her captors still hadn’t removed her earrings. She knew the homing beacon had been activated, and the agency knew where she was. It was only a matter of time.
After she woke, she was taken back to the room where she had been interrogated by Heather and Anna. Greene was waiting for her. Her guards escorted her into the room, and, with a nod from Greene, left. Melanie was alone now with her captor. She folded her arms.
“What do you want now?”
“I want to talk to you,” he began, slowly pacing towards her. “About your future.”
“My future?”
“Yes. Your future. With Biogen.” Melanie’s jaw dropped.
Steph took slow, deep breaths, calming herself. She tested her restraints. She was held almost completely immobile. And she was still blindfolded. But she could hear. She listened intently, trying to gauge anything; where she was, if there was anyone else in the room. Any sound. But she could hear nothing. She was convinced she was alone. She was wrong.
Heather and Anna were there. Heather and Anna worked for Greene, and had tortured Steph’s partner Melanie for two hours yesterday, trying to get her to reveal the whereabouts of the Project: Panacea file. Melanie had endured intense torture, but had not talked. Heather and Anna had been impressed by her resolve. But they had been sure they could have broken her if they had been allowed a little more time. Greene, however, had received intelligence that Steph was moving the Biogen exec who had been trying to leak Project: Panacea to the government. So he had sent Heather and Anna to intercept her and retrieve the executive. Failing that, they had captured Steph, and were determined to wring his location from her.
Heather and Anna had removed their boots. They were careful to make no sound. They wanted Steph to think she was alone for several minutes. They wanted her guard down. They watched her test her bonds, only to find herself barely able to move. They watched as she strained to catch any sound. But the room had been soundproofed. No sound was getting in or out. Now, Steph began to relax slightly, determined to remain calm until something happened. Heather and Anna nodded at each other, and slowly approached their captive. They moved with light steps. They had stripped down to tee shirts and shorts, so no whisper of cloth would give them away. Slowly, silently, they padded up to their busty captive. Heather reached her hands out towards Steph’s bare underarms, while Anna reached for her feet. Closer and closer, their eager fingers closed in on unsuspecting Steph’s sensitive skin.
“Biogen?” Melanie couldn’t keep the disbelief from her voice. “You want me to join Biogen?”
“Yes,” Greene calmly replied.
“You’re nuts.”
“Not at all, Melanie. We can offer you so much.”
“And what do I offer you?”
“You’re strong,” he circled her slowly. “You nearly beat myself and two of my best men. You resisted Heather and Anna. No one else has ever been able to do that. Even I couldn’t break you.” He stopped, facing her directly. “You would be a great asset to Biogen.”
“And what can you offer me?”
“How much does our government pay you, hmmm? Whatever they offer, we can double it.” Melanie thought about this for a second.
“Really? How?” she asked, skeptically. “Biogen is a research company. Not many of those are big money makers; that’s why so many research companies require government grants and funding.”
“Ah, but we have resources other companies don’t.” A light went on in Melanie’s head. Her eyes grew wide.
“That’s what this is all about.” Greene frowned.
“All of what?”
“Project: Panacea. That’s why you want the file, why you don’t want the Biogen exec meeting with the government!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Greene snapped, turning away.
“I know what Project: Panacea is.”
Steph had managed to calm herself. She was immobilized, nude, blindfolded, and in enemy hands, but she had regained some measure of her composure. All she could do now was wait. Sooner or later, someone would come in and interrogate her. She knew that was why she had been captured. Her captors wanted the location of the safehouse. But she was determined not to give it to them. She was unaware that Heather and Anna were drawing ever closer. She was unaware her torture was about to begin.
Greene froze in his tracks. He turned to face Melanie, a grim look on his face.
“Project: Panacea. Biogen has developed a real panacea.”
“Go on.”
“Panacea, from the Greek panakeia, originally panak, meaning all healing. Medically speaking, a panacea is a cure all, a remedy for any and all diseases. Biogen had developed an antibody capable of fighting off all known diseases.”
Greene remained silent.
“The executive wanted to share this discovery with the world. But I’ll bet there are factions within Biogen who want to keep this discovery a secret. The executive wanted to take a humanitarian route; he wanted to freely distribute the antibody, and the means to produce it, to everyone. But you want to keep him quiet. If Biogen is revealed to have a potent new antibody, and you keep the means of producing it a secret, you can write your own ticket. You can sell it to the highest bidder. You can make a fortune.”
“I’ve clearly underestimated you again, Isabeau,” Greene said slowly, calling Melanie by her code name. “I never expected you to figure all that out. You read the file.”
“I just skimmed it.” Greene nodded his head, a gesture of respect.
“Even more impressive.” Melanie couldn’t help but smile a little. Who said blondes were dumb?
“Yes, that’s exactly what we intend. Project: Panacea will make it into the world, but for a price. A hefty price.”
“You’re talking about withholding from sick, desperate people something that can cure them just because they can’t meet your asking price. This is mercenary behavior at it’s worst.”
“It’s business. We live in a free-market society. What’s wrong with making a little profit?”
“And how could you think I’d want to be a part of that? This should be shared with everyone. Think of the suffering that could be eased!”
“Think of the millions that could be made!” Melanie was horrified.
“Go to hell.” Greene smiled, and pulled out a gun.
“Not today,” he gestured towards the apparatus she had been strapped to yesterday. “Strip, and get on. Time to resume your interrogation.” Melanie didn’t move. Greene didn’t know her earrings were vibrating.
“I already told you, as soon as I was captured, they would have taken the exec to another safehouse. I don’t know where he is.”
“Perhaps, but I’m willing to wager you do know the location of your agency’s other safehouses. You’re going to give me those locations.”
Heather and Anna looked at each other, wicked gleams in their eyes. As one, they nodded at each other, and gently prodded Steph’s helpless body.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEK! WHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Steph jumped in surprise. From nowhere, four hands were poking and teasing her underarms and feet. There was no pain, but it tickled horribly. Her restraint only made it worse; she couldn’t even wriggle away, she could only pull at her bonds vainly. After a few seconds, it stopped.
“Who’s there?!?!?” she called out. Heather and Anna made no sound. They shifted position, and stood on either side of Steph. Again, with no warning, their hands shot out. Steph felt the hands touch her again. Two hands teased her hips, while another pair lightly stroked her thighs. Again, she screamed with surprised laughter, struggling to escape. Again, after a few seconds, the tickling stopped. Steph gasped for air; now she was worried. She was unbelievably ticklish. And being so restrained only made it worse. Steph had expected to be interrogated, threatened, starved; she had never thought she’d be tickled. The thought of that was terrifying. Steph was very ticklish. It was an unbearable sensation for her. There could be no greater torture for her.
For several minutes, this went on; Heather and Anna circled Steph, poking, teasing, stroking, discovering her most sensitive spots. Finally, she heard a whisper in her ear.
“Where’s the safehouse?” Fingers gently teased her ribs. Steph giggled lightly.
“I d-d-don’t know! Hee-hee-hee-hee!”
Ten fingernails gently stroked down her sensitive soles. Steph shrieked in surprise.
“Where is the safehouse?”
“HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! I D-DON’T KNOW!”
Suddenly, the tickling stopped. Steph steeled herself, bracing for another touch. But nothing happened. She strained to listen, trying to catch some hint of where her interrogators were. She could hear nothing. Steph wondered briefly if these people had interrogated Melanie. If this had been so, Steph felt bad for her partner. Melanie would not have had any useful information to give them. Melanie would have known after she had been captured plans would change. They would have tortured her for nothing. But Steph was a different story. Steph knew very well where the safehouse was. He question was, could these two make her talk? And what lengths would they go to for that goal?
Steph didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Again, with no warning whatsoever, she felt two hands, one on either side, begin tickling her hips and waist. Steph jumped and squealed. She wriggled her hips as best she could, but the restraints kept her movement minimal. She thrashed her head, tossing her long, dark brown hair. The fingers stroked her waist lightly, gently pinching here and there. Then, ten more fingers began to tease her belly, concentrating on the sensitive area around her navel. A new shriek escaped her lips. The tickling was alternating between light strokes, and fingers digging deep into tender flesh. Steph’s face was beginning to turn red. Then it stopped. Steph gasped for air.
“Where is the safehouse?” Asked a voice in her right ear. Steph realized it was a woman’s voice.
“I don’t know,” she panted.
“We can keep this up for as long as you like,” said another female voice in her left ear. Steph felt four fingers come to rest on her skin just below her left elbow. She didn’t know it was Heather.
“We enjoy our work you see,” said Anna, placing her fingers just below Steph’s right elbow.
“You can tell us what we want to know, and we stop, simple as that,” said Heather.
“Otherwise...” Anna’s voice trailed off. As one, the two began to slowly rake their fingers down Steph’s arms. Steph trembled. She clenched her hands as the fingers traveled down her upper arms, bit her lip as they neared her underarms, let out a soft squeal as they traced slowly down her underarms, gasped as they continued down her sides, and shrieked as they flicked across her hips.
“Now, where is the safehouse?” Heather asked sweetly.
“I don’t know.”
“Pity,” said Anna. “That means we get to have some more fun.”
The women reversed direction, slowly drawing their fingers up Steph’s sides, up her underarms, back up to the elbow. Heather stepped in front of Steph, and continued tracing lightly up and down her sides. Anna moved behind her. A single, thick, padded metal pole was the main support for the restraints. Steph was fastened to it across the waist, but a good part of her back was exposed. Anna began to lightly trace lines down Steph’s buttocks. She paid particular attention to the area right below her buttocks; right at the tops of her legs. Steph tensed as Anna began tickling her there. She bit her lip, trying desperately to pull away, but trying in vain. Her body was wracked with feather-light, teasing touches. It was unbearable. It was only made worse by the fact that she was completely immobile, unable to pull away or fight back.
“Ready to talk yet?” Anna asked, her breath in Steph’s ear. Steph merely shook her head, trying to hold back her laughter. Heather and Anna nodded at each other. All at once, they dug deep in. Steph exploded with laughter.
“AAAAHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
She wriggled and pulled, tossed her head, but was helpless before the tickling onslaught. Fingers danced across her skin. Her sides, waist, hips, buttocks, underarms were tickled mercilessly. Twenty fingers moved fast across her skin, then dug in deep. She yelped in surprise when her feet were suddenly tickled. Her tormentor teased her toes, the balls of her feet, and especially her smooth arches. Her other tormentor moved down her body, and began tracing lines up and down her inner thighs. Then, one of them moved back up, tickling her underarms. Steph wailed with laughter. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. Tears streamed down her face. Then they stopped. Steph’s head slumped forward. She gasped for air. But only seconds later, the tickling began again. They teased her lower abdomen, her upper thighs, and her waist. For several minutes, she shook with laughter. Then it stopped again.
“Where is the safehouse?” Steph couldn’t respond, she was trying to catch her breath. She merely shook her head. Her skin was beginning to tingle. The tickling started up again. Steph tossed back her head, laughing. Heather and Anna switched to light, teasing touches. Steph panted, giggling.
“You have the power to stop this,” Anna said.
“All you have to do is give us what we want,” Heather added.
“Otherwise, this will get worse.” A jolt shot through Steph. How could this get any worse? But something in their tone made Steph believe them. Then they tickled her harder again, as if to demonstrate. One of them reached a hand down, and gently teased her upper thighs, coming dangerously close to her sensitive labia. Steph tensed; she had never experienced tickling in such a hot spot before. It was incredibly sensitive, incredibly ticklish. Some of her resolve melted.
“Oh no! Please! Not there!” Her tormentor merely added another hand in response. Meanwhile, the other one moved her hands up her waist, circling from under her ample breasts up along the sides. Steph jumped; she never realized she was ticklish along her breasts. They had always been sensitive, but this was something new. Everything tickled like mad, but Steph was slowly becoming aware of a new feeling. She couldn’t identify it yet, she was too distracted. Then her tormentors stopped again.
“We’ll ask you one more time,” said Anna.
“Then we stop asking, start doing,” added Heather.
“We’ll probably ask again, but not soon.”
“Where is the safehouse?” Steph was frozen with indecision. She wanted this to end, it was unbearable. She had never realized before how incredibly ticklish she was, and in how many spots. But, she was convinced these two had done the same thing to Melanie, and Melanie would have told them nothing. Steph was sure of that. Melanie’s ordeal would have been in vain if she broke now. Her choice was clear. She shook her head.
“Have it your way,” Anna said.
“Now, we have fun,” Heather replied.
Melanie eyed Greene’s gun warily. The glimmer of a plan was forming, but she would need to time this just right. She would need to stall for time as well. Greene waved the gun again.
“I said strip.” Melanie reached up, and slowly began to unzip the white bodysuit she was wearing. She noticed Greene eyeing her body, so she moved slow, giving him a little show. She noticed a bulge forming in his trousers. She turned her back to him, arching her back a little to accentuate the curve of her body, especially her ass. She began to slide the suit off her shoulders, baring them slowly. She knew he was enjoying this, and so long as he didn’t start getting impatient, she was sure this would work. She had worked the suit off her shoulders, and now slid it down, baring her back to Greene. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She bent slightly at the waist, and slid the suit down, past her waist, past her hips, off her ass, and down her legs. Her earrings buzzed again. The buzzing was a code. It meant all was in readiness. She kicked the suit away, now fully nude, and turned back to Greene. He advanced on her. Melanie fixed her best terrified look on her face, and backed up. As planned, she “tripped” back onto the table she had been strapped to recently. Greene drew closer, and Melanie could see he was aroused. She knew just what he wanted from her. Yesterday, after enduring two hours of tickle-torture at the hands of Heather and Anna, Greene had tickled her as well, and ended her interrogation by burying his cock inside her and pounding her silly. It was the most intense torture she had ever experienced. But a small part of her was curious to feel it again. Because it had also been the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, as well. And, truth be told, she had liked the feel of his manhood. But business before pleasure.
She absently raised her hand, and drew it along her ear, and briefly clicked her earring. Greene was right in front of her.
“Now....” he began. But he was cut off when an explosion rocked the place. Greene jerked his head at the door.
“What?” It was the distraction Melanie had been waiting for. Her
foot flew up, knocking the gun from Greene’s hand. He turned back to her, just in time for he to plant her other foot firmly into his solar plexus. The breath left his body, and he double over. Melanie spun, and delivered a roundhouse kick to his head. Greene jerked back, and crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Melanie bent down over him, feeling for a pulse. It was strong. He wouldn’t be out for long. She gathered up her suit, and slipped it back on. She had just zipped it up, when several men burst into the room.
“At ease, boys. Situation’s under control.” Greene groaned and began to stir. Melanie crouched down on top of him, using her weight to pin him. She grabbed his hair, and pulled his head up.
“Now, Greene, where’s my partner?”
Heather and Anna were a team, in every sense of the word. They were friends, partners, and lovers. They were so close, it seemed as if one could read the other’s mind. Both of them were fascinated by the power of touch, how it could tease, or hurt, or soothe, or arouse. They were also both fascinated by tickling. They were ticklish themselves, and frequently tickled each other. But they loved to tickle helpless victims. In this way, the honed their skills at tickling, arousing, and denying release. They could move in surprising unity, each instinctively knowing what the other would do. It was almost supernatural. Greene had recruited them into Biogen, with the promise that they would have plenty of victims to practice on. He was heavily into industrial espionage, and found their means of torture very effective, and arousing. But they insisted on only torturing women. Greene had never had a problem with this condition. They had immensely enjoyed their encounter with Melanie. She had been tough. They would both have liked to have another crack at her. But Steph was proving very tough herself, and they were having the time of their lives torturing her.
Heather was standing in front of Steph, lightly stroking her hips with two stiff feathers. Anna had taken a soft brush, and was running it up and down Steph’s soles. Steph giggled and laughed, and was now openly pleading for them to stop. But every time they slowed down to ask her to talk, she remained stubbornly silent. So, the torture resumed.
“NOOO-HO-HO-HO! PLEEEEEASE STOP!”
Anna began to suck on Steph’s toes. Steph squealed at this, but was unable to pull away her helpless feet. She was amazed at how much it tickled. She jumped again when Heather abandoned her hips, and began sucking on the toes of the other foot. Steph jerked against her restraints, tried to swivel her feet away. Her tormentors merely held them in place. Anna traced lightly across her sole with her fingertips. Heather alternated between sucking her toes, and teasing the ball of her foot. After nearly fifteen minutes, the pair began tickling up Steph’s legs. They spent several minutes teasing the backs of her thighs, right under her buttocks. Anna stood, and moved in front of Steph. Her fingers traced circles around Steph’s breasts. Meanwhile, Heather began to tickle her hips and waist from behind. Heather used light pinches and teasing strokes. Steph begged for mercy, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Anna’s fingers found what they were looking for. Earlier, she and Heather had found a particularly sensitive spot; right below Steph’s nipples. Now, Anna teased and poked each spot with glee. Steph tried desperately to shake off Anna’s nimble fingers, but it was useless. All Steph could do was endure.
Heather reached her head up. It was time to take this to the next level. She noticed Steph was very aroused. Her crotch glistened with moisture. Heather began to lightly lick Steph’s pink labia. Steph gasped in surprise. She had been so overwhelmed by the tickling, she hadn’t realized just how aroused she really was. The feel of a warm tongue flicking along her pussy was almost more than she could bear. Then Anna began to gently suckle her nipples. Steph felt a mad pounding of pleasure rush through her. A pressure was building up inside her. A pressure that would soon demand release. Heather’s questing tongue found her throbbing clitoris, and lightly flicked over it. Steph tensed. Anna gently squeezed one nipple with her fingers, while she suckled the other. Steph’s breasts slowly swelled with arousal. Then, she shrieked as Anna moved below her nipple, and gently nibbled at the new spot she found. It was small, but highly sensitive. Anna gently worked it with her lips and tongue, sending electric jolts of tickling through her captive. Steph’s giggles and shrieks and pleas for mercy were now joined by gasps and groans of building pleasure. Steph’s trembling body was now on the verge of orgasm. But just before she felt that release, her tormentors stopped. Steph hung in her restraints, gasping for air, whimpering softly. For several seconds, she was left alone. Then the tickling began again. Steph squealed in response.
“PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!”
Over and over again, Heather and Anna brought Steph to the edge of a screaming orgasm, only to deny her release. They would give her breaks periodically, but for seconds only. Then the exquisite torture resumed. Frustration was building up in Steph. If anything, she was more sensitive now than when this all started. The slightest touch caused her to jump. The gentlest flick of tongue nearly sent her over the edge into orgasm. But the tickling continued; the orgasm denial continued. In the few seconds of blessed relief she got when they stopped stimulating her, Steph wondered if Melanie had to endure this as well. Steph wondered how long she had held out, because Steph could feel herself approaching her limits. She couldn’t take much more. And she desperately needed to cum.
The sexual stimulation began again. Anna was now licking her
pussy, lightly teasing her engorged clit. Heather was teasing her underarms, and nibbling at the spot under her nipples. Steph tried to grind her hips closer to Anna’s face, hoping to finally cum. She was whimpering and squealing, drowning in torturous ecstacy. Her body was flushed and hot. She was ready to explode. Only the slightest touch, and she would, she knew it. But her captors denied her. They were experts, masters of their craft. They knew just how to tease her, just how to torture.
“Please, no more!” Steph begged. “I can’t take any more!! Please!”
“Does that mean you’re ready to talk?” Steph merely shook her head.
“Then you get more!” Again, they assaulted her. Steph giggled and groaned, whimpered and wailed, laughed and squealed. She was in heaven and hell at the same time.
Heather tensed. In the pocket of her shorts was a small communicator. It buzzed now. It was a warning. She and Anna exchanged glances. They were having fun, but they couldn’t be caught. But a wicked thought passed between them, and they agreed on a course of action. All without speaking. Anna’s tongue sought out Steph’s madly pulsing clitoris. Heather dug into her underarms, while nibbling the spot under her nipples. They increased the intensity of the tickling, and the sexual stimulation. Steph quivered, shrieking with laughter and pleasure. She could feel the intensity build, feel the pressure build. Her tormentors didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate. They needed to leave, but not before leaving their captive a quivering mess. Steph’s body tensed and trembled; she was on the edge. She cried out for release. Finally, Heather and Anna unleashed all the pent up energy, all the pressure, all the desire they had built up in their captive. Rapturous ecstacy surged through Steph. She threw her head back and screamed, giving in to the orgasm she so desperately needed. Steph came, and kept cumming. Heather and Anna kept licking, nibbling, and tickling. It all flooded through her, launching her to untold heights of ecstacy. Steph’s body was flooded with pleasure. It was long minutes before she realized her captors had left. The thunderous orgasm echoed through her. She felt it’s pounding even after it stopped. Finally, mercifully, the overwhelmed woman passed out. But just before the void claimed her, she smiled inwardly. She had said nothing.
“Steph?” She felt hands gently lowering her to the floor.
“Steph?” Cool water splashed over her lips. Steph’s eyes fluttered, and she sipped at the water. She tried to rise.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.” It was a woman’s voice that floated around her. She felt strong arms ease her up. A bottle was pressed to her lips. Steph drank. Cool, sweet water flowed into her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly. Her head began to clear. Her vision came into focus.
“Melly?”
“Easy, babe, I gotcha.” Steph slumped back, grateful. She smiled.
“You’re okay.”
“And so are you.” Steph stiffened as her memory kicked back in.
“The Biogen exec. Is he...”
“He’s safe. You gave them nothing.”
“Did we catch them?”
“Who? Heather and Anna?”
“Was that their names?” Steph realized she had never heard their names, her tormentors.
“Yeah, I met them too.” Steph heard the tone in her partner’s voice and realized Melanie had endured their unique brand of torture too.
“Did we get them?” Melanie shook her head
“No, they got away. But we got their boss.” Melanie helped Steph to her feet, and draped a blanket over her body. Steph shook her head.
“He’s just one link in the chain. There are others at Biogen who want that file.” Melanie nodded.
“I know. But now, we have someone who can give us information.”
“Heather and Anna are still out there.” Melanie nodded, leading her friend outside. She was right. Heather and Anna were still out there. And Melanie and Steph were going after them.
End Chapter 2
Coming in chapter 3: Melanie and Steph hunt Heather and Anna, Greene returns for revenge, and Project: Panacea’s final fate is revealed!
