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Here's more of my spy story. I took a page from Isabeau's book. Most devious thing i have ever conceived. Enjoy!
At just before midinght on a stormy night, Agent Felicia Moorehead drives to an office building near the South Street Seaport in New York City. Lying down in the back seat of her 2006 silver Chrysler 300 is Sonia Martini, once a top agent with the C.I.A., now a traitor involved in a secret plot to somehow undermine the government of New York City. Sonia was tall at 5'11", but slim. Short jet-black hair framed the face of this Mediterranean beauty. She had a little more muscle than most models, but she often used modelling as a cover. Strength of will as well as physical strength and endurance made her a formidable adversary. Now, Martini is sedated, covered with a thick sheet and hog-tied with zip ties.
Earlier that night, Felicia met with Sonia for what was to be her final test to allow her to join Sonia’s terrorist group, The Crimson Feather. However, the F.B.I. raided Sonia’s headquarters and the two were lucky to escape. Sonia, believing Felicia to be the cause of the raid, tried to shoot her, but Felicia disarmed her quickly and shot her with a tranquilizer dart from a special issue dart-pen that she carried, like most A6-level field agents. Even though her cover had been blown by the F.B.I.’s untimely intervention, she had managed to capture Sonia and was brining her in to A6 Operations Headquarters for questioning.
Agent Moorehead drove into the underground parking facility and headed to the lowest level. She opens the trunk and removes a collapsible cart and opens it up. She places the unconscious form of Sonia Martini on it, still covered by the sheet, and heads toward the elevator. Once inside the elevator, she puts a key in a special slot and presses 6 and 9 simultaneously. To the security center of the building, she appears to be going to the 9th floor, the offices of a small fitness magazine, where it isn’t unusual for journalists to work even overnight on projects. In reality, the elevator goes down about 4 stories underground. The elevator opens and Felicia moves her burden through a 400 meter-long tunnel which has bulkhead doors every 20 meters (as a safety against attack or flooding, as the Center is actually located under the East River). She whistles a Shakira tune and smiles as she passes the multiple armed security cameras, finally reaching the outer security check room. Retinal scans and voice recognition allow her to gain entrance. A 10 man security team rushes her as she enters and attempts to take command of the cart.
“Stand down! Don’t touch that!” Roars Director Chief Andrea Domino, a 5’6” (5’9” in heels) brunette with slightly longer than shoulder length hair. She looks over the rims of her small wire-rimmed glasses at Felicia. “Great work Moorehead. Please lead this A6 security detail and your prisoner to prep room E-7.” Six Amazonian women in grey SWAT gear armed with tazers and tranquilizer guns follow Felicia as she pushes the cart though a door on the left and down an other long corridor. Upon reaching prep room E-7, she uncovers her bundle and allows the security team to strip her and perform a thorough inspection for weapons, electronics, or what is known as DOCs (death over capture, usually a cyanide pill). Using X-rays, an MRI and ultrasound, they find 3 transmitters (one just beneath the skin near her left shoulder blade), a small wire saw and what seemed to be a slip of blank paper (hidden in a tube in her rectum), and a cyanide capsule in a false molar. Once she is “clean”, they take her to interrogation room TE-2. There, she is placed in what looks like a gynecologist’s exam table with wings extending up and away from the head in a sort of Y-formation. Her legs are placed in the stirrups which are raised. Straps around her wrists, biceps, just under her hips, thighs just above the knee, and ankles are secured to make her totally immobilized. Wireless probes are attached to her temples and sternum to monitor brain activity, truthfulness, and heart rate from a console nearby. Finally, an oxygen tube is placed just under her nose and secured around her head. The security detail exits the room and 4 of them take stations around the main door and the remaining two enter a second chamber to the left. Felicia and Director Chief Domino enter through that door and give the order to seal it behind them.
“Wake her up.” Commands, Domino. Felicia slaps Sonia’s left cheek hard. The raven-tressed vixen’s eyes shoot open and she glares hatefully at Felicia.
“Bitch! What’s going on? Where’s my crew?” She looks around quickly and takes stock of her situation. Nude, strapped to a table with her legs in the air, bent at the knee, and her arms in a Y above her head. The room is warm, but not hot. She notices a number of video cameras including one on the ceiling above her a little past her head, at the top of a full length mirror. She smiles, despite herself, at her body in the mirror and how she will be fully able to see everything that will happen to her. Her grin quickly fades when she notices the woman standing behind Felicia. “Domino. I should have known. After all this time, are you still jealous that I beat your endurance record?”
“I never was dearie. I admired your ability. Especially considering how ticklish you are. But you broke my heart when you became a traitor and gave a list of deep cover operatives to that terror cell. We got all but 2 of them out safely. Those two were tortured by savage means and left physically handicapped before we were able to rescue them. I couldn’t kill those terrorists enough!” Domino’s voice catches in her throat momentarily. “But we will get what we need out of you. One way, or another…”
“Forget it! You know I can take all you can dish out.” Sonia was smug, though in truth, she was terrified. She was horribly ticklish. She could take quite a bit, and she hoped to be able to bluff her way though it. But her blood ran cold when Domino leaned in and whispered to her.
“Not this time, hun. My new top agent will help me break you. And she was the one who figured out how.”
Sonia’s eyes again move to the mirror mounted on the ceiling. She notices a device covered by a sheet. She approximates the height to be just above the table top. It has an odd shape, and she begins to wonder what is in store for her. Domino, noticing her gaze, says coolly, “All in due time… But let’s not waste any more time. Moorehead, if you please.”
Felicia moves to Sonia’s right side, as Domino moves to her left. The women put in soft earplugs. Domino says, “Feel free to scream, there’s no shame.” A wicked smile plays briefly across her full lips.
Sonia spits, “You BI-hiiiiiiii-heeee-heeheeeeeeeee!” Her thought is cut off as both women begin digging into the soft hollows of her armpits. Felicia, her own ordeal still fresh in her mind after almost 5 months, spider walks her fingers in Sonia’s smooth armpit with her left hand and begins to trace concentric circles around her navel with her right. Meanwhile, Domino moves her fingers as if she was playing a piano up and down Sonia’s left side from her hip to her armpit. Sonia, without the ability to squirm away from the tickling digits, can do nothing but giggle and laugh. Sonia’s predicament is made worse by the fact that she can see her tormentors working her body in the overhead mirror.
Next, Felicia works her fingers all over Sonia’s belly and ribs while Domino tickles her pits and all around her breasts. Sonia shakes her head and squeals laughter whenever Felicia’s finger slips into her navel as she works the area between her shaven pussy and navel. When Domino tickles from the underside of her breasts, up between them and up the sides of her neck and around to her pits, she makes a sudden realization. Neither woman has asked a single question yet. What kind of interrogation proceeds without any questions? She has little time to ponder the thought as the women again shift their ticklish attentions.
Felicia stops tickling long enough to put on a pair of gloves that have 3-inch long stiff feathers attached to the fingertips. Domino dons a similar pair. The women proceed to drag the feathers across every inch of Sonia’s upper body. Domino pays particular attention to drawing circles around Sonia’s stiffening nipples and then sawing the blade edges of the thumb and forefinger feathers in a ticklish pinch. Felicia works Sonia’s deep navel with the feathers of one hand while tickling the hips and lower belly with the other. Less than 10 minutes have passed, but for Sonia, it has felt like an hour. The women skillfully play with their victim for 30 full minutes before taking a break.
Sonia, still giggling softly and shivering, despite the warmth in the room, considers her options. As second in command of the Crimson Feather, she has total knowledge of the New York operation. She has always prided herself as being tough as nails and able to withstand any form of torture. She makes up her mind that she will die, rather than give in.
Felicia walks over to her side, near her head and leans in to whisper, “If you cooperate, this can go easy and be done before you know it. If not, well…” She cocks her head in the direction of the covered device.
Sonia, figuring that it’s a bluff and that there’s nothing she can’t take, promptly tells Felicia to kiss her ass. Felicia shrugs her shoulders and nods at Domino. Domino says, “Before we initiate phase two, I want to give you a chance. What is your organization’s plan in New York? We know it has something to do with the city government. And we know that it specifically involves the mayor. Talk and spare yourself and your comrades who are currently in Federal custody.”
Sonia closes her eyes and says quietly and resolutely, “Do your worst.”
“As you wish. Moorehead, set the timer for 90 minutes, but do not start it till after the oil has set.”
Oil? Thinks Sonia. Her mental question is answered when Felicia and Domino begin to spread K-Y warming liquid all over her body. They start at her underarms and work down her chest, applying generous amounts to her full heaving breasts, to her belly. Then they oil her legs, squeezing her thighs and knees as they do. She nearly jumps out of her skin when they apply the oil to her feet, as both women allow their nails to trail the soles as they apply the oil. Domino then applies the oil to Sonia’s inner thighs and finally, she pours some on 2 fingers and slides them into Sonia’s already moistening pussy and on the hood of her clit. Sonia is about to curse Domino when she adds more oil to her other index finger and slides it deep into her anus. Domino slides that finger in and out a little, making sure that her rectum is well lubricated. She stops when she feels Sonia beginning to raise her hips slightly. Sonia, realizing what she was doing, suddenly blushes deeply and curses.
The two women step back and admire their handiwork for a moment, allowing the oil to begin working. Sonia feels a warm sensation all over. Her nerves, already heightened by the tickling, begin to tingle. She realizes that the effect will make her more ticklish. She also begins to wonder even more about the sinister shape under the sheet. Domino moves to Sonia’s left side again and steps up on a small footstool so she can reach both sides better. Felicia moves between Sonia’s legs. Sonia looks up in the mirror and notices a stopwatch hanging from Felicia’s neck. When Felicia clicks the button on the stopwatch, the women begin their work.
Domino slowly, teasingly rakes her nails down Sonia’s oil-slicked sides. Giggles begin immediately. When her hands reach Sonia’s hips, she spider-tickles in towards her navel, then up her belly and all over her breasts. She occasionally lightly pinches Sonia’s nipples. Each time she does, a little sensual electric shock radiates throughout Sonia’s upper body. Between her legs, Felicia is gliding her nails up and down Sonia’s inner thighs, then she squeezes them and her knees. But when Felicia slides her nails all the way down past Sonia’s calves to her ankles, she shuts her eyes tightly and tries to brace herself.
There is a pause, a heartbeat or two, then she feels it… Felicia holds the toes of Sonia’s left foot back, stretching the sole smooth and taut. She spidertickles the length of Sonia’s sole from the heel to the toe-line. She tickles along the toe-line, then in a continuous track up and down her sole. Sonia nearly screams her laughter. The intense tickling, coupled with the effect of the warming oil, amplified her ticklishness to a previously unheard of level. Felicia, encouraged by the reaction, repeats the process on her right sole.
Domino, not to be outdone, digs into Sonia’s armpits and works her way down her ribs while her tongue dances in, out, and around Sonia’s navel. Watching herself be tickled and the warm wet sensation of Domino’s tongue on her cause a sudden rush of sexual arousal in Sonia. Her mind cries out resistance to the feelings, but her body betrays her mind and begins to welcome them. She barely has time to recognize this paradox when suddenly she feels all 10 of Felicia’s fingers assaulting both soles. Her breath catches momentarily and a nonstop string of guffaws, chuckles, and giggles pour out of her drying lips. She wants desperately to remember her training and be able to withstand the attack, but conscious thought is obliterated by the warm, tickly sensations which seem to overwhelm every nerve.
There is another pause, and Sonia quickly gasps and sucks in a deep breath to quell her burning lungs. She tenses, waiting for another intense volley of tickles. What follows instead is a soft, teasing tickling… Domino drags her nails slowly, sensuously up and down Sonia’s sides as she licks and nibbles her swollen nipples. Sonia giggles, but softly, and interrupted with occasional sighs and moans of pleasure. She sucks in air sharply when she feels Felicia’s mouth envelop her three smallest toes on her right foot, and her tongue snaking between each toe as she lightly tickles both soles and up her legs to her inner thighs. Before she can think, her body seems to relax and open itself for these delightfully torturous feelings.
Domino checks the monitors and recognizes the patterns of the brainwaves. She continues to tickle Sonia’s sides and belly with one hand while orally pleasing her breasts and nipples. With her other hand, she takes a long stiff feather and begins to saw the blade edge along Sonia’s outer labia. Domino smiles when she sees the sudden spike in the brainwave pattern. There is a greater spike when she draws the feather across Sonia’s clit, which had long since peeked out from under its hood. Felicia takes a cue and, while sucking Sonia’s toes and tickling her left sole with her right hand, begins to tickle Sonia’s anus with the tip of another feather. The pattern spikes again at this new sensation. Both orifices seem to open, inviting further stimulation.
The two women carefully tease and tickle Sonia, all the while watching her reactions and noting the changes in her brainwaves. They recognize that Sonia is near orgasm. Despite all her training, Sonia was unprepared for this kind of assault. She could handle a savage rape, but this pleasuring of nerves brought to edge by tickling and warming oil was more than her body and mind could handle. She began to rhythmically squeeze her ass cheeks in an effort to match the rhythm of the feathers. As the women could see, she was quite near climax.
Domino winked at Felicia and both women abruptly stopped tickling and teasing. Sonia’s mind took a second to register that the feelings had stopped, except for the warmth. She caught herself, almost too late, about to ask for more. Embarrassed, angry, and exceedingly horny, she shouted, “You dirty bitches! When my crew finds me…”
But she was cut off by Domino. “Nobody will find you. Felicia’s vehicle is equipped with a scrambler. This facility is several hundred meters below ground and shielded from sensors of any kind. Our sweep team also removed all sensors from your body. Even the internal one.” Sonia’s face fell. Rather than suffer any more at the hands of her old leader, she rolled her tongue back and felt for the false tooth with the cyanide capsule. When she activated it, she was shocked! She expected a few seconds of pain or at least a bad taste. What she got was a sudden case of the giggles.
“Sorry hun, we got that too. What you are experiencing now is a concentrated encapsulated dose of nitrous oxide, more commonly known as…”
“Laughing gas”, chimed in Felicia.
After about 10 minutes of silly giggling, Sonia was able to compose herself. She now accepted that she was utterly helpless. Her final option replaced by a joke. Her arousal had worn off, as had the warming sensation. She wondered what was in store for her next. She considered her options. She could cooperate and serve a life sentence in a maximum security federal pen. Or she could hold out and get the death penalty, but with the hopes that her crew would succeed in her mission. She was surprised when Felicia appeared by her side with a cold bottle of water with a long bent straw. Felicia said, “We do what we must, but we are not totally with out concern or mercy.” And she placed the tip of the straw near Sonia’s lips. Hesitantly, Sonia took the straw and drank deeply, enjoying the cool water on her parched lips and throat. Felicia then asked, “Will you cooperate now?”
Sonia, who despite herself began to have a grudging admiration for her new adversary, replied simply, “We do what we must. You must try to break me, and I must try to resist.” With that, she took a few deep breaths and tried to ready herself for more. Felicia and Domino wasted no time, reapplying the oil. Again, Sonia was startled when the warm oil entered her pussy and anus, but this time she relaxed, and welcomed it. She figured if she was going to die a traitor, she would be sexually satisfied first.
She looked into the mirror, waiting for the women to begin. She watched as Domino got into position by her hips… But Felicia was walking away. No, not away, over to the covered device. Felicia wheeled the device between Sonia’s legs and uncovered it. Sonia gulped hard when she saw it. It was a sybian. For those who don’t know what a sybian is, imagine a saddle on a log. Now imagine that the saddle has vibrator attachments. Basically that’s a sybian. But this one was mounted vertically on an adjustable pole and had a double penetration attachment on it. Felicia adjusted the height, lined it up, and lubricated it thoroughly with the warming oil. A smile flickered on Sonia’s face at the though of the sexual feelings that she was about to enjoy.
Felicia warned, “Sonia, I’m sorry, but in your water was a small dose of the drug extacy. If you thought your senses were heightened before, you are about to experience a WHOLE NEW WORLD.” And with those words, she eased the phalluses into Sonia’s pussy and anus. Sonia had a moment where she thought she might resist, but the filling sensation coupled with the warming overcame her. What she didn’t know, could not know, was that the sybian was modified with a remote switch that would power off whenever her brainwaves signaled that she was about to climax. As securely bound as she was, the few millimeters she could move would not be enough for her to finish out once the machine stopped.
The women removed their earplugs and began tickling. Lightly, teasingly at first, with a lot of sucking and nibbling of toes and nipples. The sybian clicked on and immediately Sonia was overwhelmed with sexual stimulation and ticklish sensations. The women concentrated on light tickles and sensuous tickles as the sybian pumped and vibrated in Sonia. Her moans mixed with giggles and her eyes were half-lidded. Her respiration increased and the muscles in her stomach tightened. She began to reach her sexual threshold when the machine suddenly clicked off. Before she could protest, Domino and Felicia began a savage tickle attack that made the brainwave monitor spike off the chart. So completely was Sonia wrapped in ticklish oblivion that her orgasmic level returned to baseline.
Three times, the women would tease and tickle Sonia, whenever the sybian would click on. And three times Sonia was denied sexual release and tickled to near madness. This was over the course of 2 hours. Sonia’s tortured mind hovered in a kind of limbo. She lost all measure of time. She had gone through the gamut of feelings, from anger to fear to pain, to pleasure, to desire, to need, and now to aching… Domino finally had to call for a break, as her hands were cramping up. During the brief break, Felicia had to re-lubricate the sybian. She re-inserted the phalluses and was prepared to begin tickling again. Just before they began, Sonia uttered a word, a dry croak… “Adams…”
Domino said’ “Former Washington Senator Marcus Adams? What about him?”
“Finish me, and I will tell all…” Her voice was barely a whisper. “You win. I am broken… Let me finish one time, and I will cooperate completely. You have my word… As proof, I offer this. The slip of paper which you recovered from my hidden tube contains a micro-dot. The micro-dot contains a bank account number in the Cayman Islands. Senator Adams’ account…”
Domino picks up a phone and whispers orders to the sweep team. In under 60 seconds the phone rang back with confirmation of Sonia’s story about the paper. Sonia looked sadly at Domino and said, “My word should have been enough, Andrea.”
Domino, taken slightly aback by Sonia’s words and demeanor, responded, “It was Sonia. The verification was procedure, as you well know.” She tenderly brushed a loose wisp of hair out of Sonia’s face, then turned to Felicia and said, “Remove the auto-stop command, Felicia.” Surprised at hearing the boss use her first name so softly, Felicia bypassed the command on the monitor. Then she manually turned on the sybian. Both women began tickling and teasing their prisoner in earnest. Within moments, the hours of built up sexual tension reached a peak. Both women intensified their tickling to a fever pitch. Domino added the feather to Sonia’s engorged clit and sent her over the edge. Wave after wave of orgasmic contractions shook Sonia’s body. A brilliant fireworks display exploded in her vision. For five full minutes she rode the major orgasm and three mini multiple orgasms, then she passed out.
Domino and Felicia unstrapped her, sponged her clean and dried and dressed her in a prisoner’s coveralls. The security team came in and secured her and took her to the holding cell. The following morning, Domino personally took her statement, with Felicia present as witness. What she learned disturbed her greatly, as the senator was making a bid to become Mayor of New York City. Still weak from the previous day’s events, Sonia was handcuffed to a steel wheelchair for the confession. Domino ordered a number of psychological tests to be run. It was discovered that Sonia had been brainwashed and used in order to keep the C.I.A. from discovering Adams’ plan. But some part of Sonia’s altered mind was smart enough to get some evidence of the plan. When the tickling broke her brainwashing, she cooperated fully.
However, the plan was already in motion, and someone would have to stop it.
At just before midinght on a stormy night, Agent Felicia Moorehead drives to an office building near the South Street Seaport in New York City. Lying down in the back seat of her 2006 silver Chrysler 300 is Sonia Martini, once a top agent with the C.I.A., now a traitor involved in a secret plot to somehow undermine the government of New York City. Sonia was tall at 5'11", but slim. Short jet-black hair framed the face of this Mediterranean beauty. She had a little more muscle than most models, but she often used modelling as a cover. Strength of will as well as physical strength and endurance made her a formidable adversary. Now, Martini is sedated, covered with a thick sheet and hog-tied with zip ties.
Earlier that night, Felicia met with Sonia for what was to be her final test to allow her to join Sonia’s terrorist group, The Crimson Feather. However, the F.B.I. raided Sonia’s headquarters and the two were lucky to escape. Sonia, believing Felicia to be the cause of the raid, tried to shoot her, but Felicia disarmed her quickly and shot her with a tranquilizer dart from a special issue dart-pen that she carried, like most A6-level field agents. Even though her cover had been blown by the F.B.I.’s untimely intervention, she had managed to capture Sonia and was brining her in to A6 Operations Headquarters for questioning.
Agent Moorehead drove into the underground parking facility and headed to the lowest level. She opens the trunk and removes a collapsible cart and opens it up. She places the unconscious form of Sonia Martini on it, still covered by the sheet, and heads toward the elevator. Once inside the elevator, she puts a key in a special slot and presses 6 and 9 simultaneously. To the security center of the building, she appears to be going to the 9th floor, the offices of a small fitness magazine, where it isn’t unusual for journalists to work even overnight on projects. In reality, the elevator goes down about 4 stories underground. The elevator opens and Felicia moves her burden through a 400 meter-long tunnel which has bulkhead doors every 20 meters (as a safety against attack or flooding, as the Center is actually located under the East River). She whistles a Shakira tune and smiles as she passes the multiple armed security cameras, finally reaching the outer security check room. Retinal scans and voice recognition allow her to gain entrance. A 10 man security team rushes her as she enters and attempts to take command of the cart.
“Stand down! Don’t touch that!” Roars Director Chief Andrea Domino, a 5’6” (5’9” in heels) brunette with slightly longer than shoulder length hair. She looks over the rims of her small wire-rimmed glasses at Felicia. “Great work Moorehead. Please lead this A6 security detail and your prisoner to prep room E-7.” Six Amazonian women in grey SWAT gear armed with tazers and tranquilizer guns follow Felicia as she pushes the cart though a door on the left and down an other long corridor. Upon reaching prep room E-7, she uncovers her bundle and allows the security team to strip her and perform a thorough inspection for weapons, electronics, or what is known as DOCs (death over capture, usually a cyanide pill). Using X-rays, an MRI and ultrasound, they find 3 transmitters (one just beneath the skin near her left shoulder blade), a small wire saw and what seemed to be a slip of blank paper (hidden in a tube in her rectum), and a cyanide capsule in a false molar. Once she is “clean”, they take her to interrogation room TE-2. There, she is placed in what looks like a gynecologist’s exam table with wings extending up and away from the head in a sort of Y-formation. Her legs are placed in the stirrups which are raised. Straps around her wrists, biceps, just under her hips, thighs just above the knee, and ankles are secured to make her totally immobilized. Wireless probes are attached to her temples and sternum to monitor brain activity, truthfulness, and heart rate from a console nearby. Finally, an oxygen tube is placed just under her nose and secured around her head. The security detail exits the room and 4 of them take stations around the main door and the remaining two enter a second chamber to the left. Felicia and Director Chief Domino enter through that door and give the order to seal it behind them.
“Wake her up.” Commands, Domino. Felicia slaps Sonia’s left cheek hard. The raven-tressed vixen’s eyes shoot open and she glares hatefully at Felicia.
“Bitch! What’s going on? Where’s my crew?” She looks around quickly and takes stock of her situation. Nude, strapped to a table with her legs in the air, bent at the knee, and her arms in a Y above her head. The room is warm, but not hot. She notices a number of video cameras including one on the ceiling above her a little past her head, at the top of a full length mirror. She smiles, despite herself, at her body in the mirror and how she will be fully able to see everything that will happen to her. Her grin quickly fades when she notices the woman standing behind Felicia. “Domino. I should have known. After all this time, are you still jealous that I beat your endurance record?”
“I never was dearie. I admired your ability. Especially considering how ticklish you are. But you broke my heart when you became a traitor and gave a list of deep cover operatives to that terror cell. We got all but 2 of them out safely. Those two were tortured by savage means and left physically handicapped before we were able to rescue them. I couldn’t kill those terrorists enough!” Domino’s voice catches in her throat momentarily. “But we will get what we need out of you. One way, or another…”
“Forget it! You know I can take all you can dish out.” Sonia was smug, though in truth, she was terrified. She was horribly ticklish. She could take quite a bit, and she hoped to be able to bluff her way though it. But her blood ran cold when Domino leaned in and whispered to her.
“Not this time, hun. My new top agent will help me break you. And she was the one who figured out how.”
Sonia’s eyes again move to the mirror mounted on the ceiling. She notices a device covered by a sheet. She approximates the height to be just above the table top. It has an odd shape, and she begins to wonder what is in store for her. Domino, noticing her gaze, says coolly, “All in due time… But let’s not waste any more time. Moorehead, if you please.”
Felicia moves to Sonia’s right side, as Domino moves to her left. The women put in soft earplugs. Domino says, “Feel free to scream, there’s no shame.” A wicked smile plays briefly across her full lips.
Sonia spits, “You BI-hiiiiiiii-heeee-heeheeeeeeeee!” Her thought is cut off as both women begin digging into the soft hollows of her armpits. Felicia, her own ordeal still fresh in her mind after almost 5 months, spider walks her fingers in Sonia’s smooth armpit with her left hand and begins to trace concentric circles around her navel with her right. Meanwhile, Domino moves her fingers as if she was playing a piano up and down Sonia’s left side from her hip to her armpit. Sonia, without the ability to squirm away from the tickling digits, can do nothing but giggle and laugh. Sonia’s predicament is made worse by the fact that she can see her tormentors working her body in the overhead mirror.
Next, Felicia works her fingers all over Sonia’s belly and ribs while Domino tickles her pits and all around her breasts. Sonia shakes her head and squeals laughter whenever Felicia’s finger slips into her navel as she works the area between her shaven pussy and navel. When Domino tickles from the underside of her breasts, up between them and up the sides of her neck and around to her pits, she makes a sudden realization. Neither woman has asked a single question yet. What kind of interrogation proceeds without any questions? She has little time to ponder the thought as the women again shift their ticklish attentions.
Felicia stops tickling long enough to put on a pair of gloves that have 3-inch long stiff feathers attached to the fingertips. Domino dons a similar pair. The women proceed to drag the feathers across every inch of Sonia’s upper body. Domino pays particular attention to drawing circles around Sonia’s stiffening nipples and then sawing the blade edges of the thumb and forefinger feathers in a ticklish pinch. Felicia works Sonia’s deep navel with the feathers of one hand while tickling the hips and lower belly with the other. Less than 10 minutes have passed, but for Sonia, it has felt like an hour. The women skillfully play with their victim for 30 full minutes before taking a break.
Sonia, still giggling softly and shivering, despite the warmth in the room, considers her options. As second in command of the Crimson Feather, she has total knowledge of the New York operation. She has always prided herself as being tough as nails and able to withstand any form of torture. She makes up her mind that she will die, rather than give in.
Felicia walks over to her side, near her head and leans in to whisper, “If you cooperate, this can go easy and be done before you know it. If not, well…” She cocks her head in the direction of the covered device.
Sonia, figuring that it’s a bluff and that there’s nothing she can’t take, promptly tells Felicia to kiss her ass. Felicia shrugs her shoulders and nods at Domino. Domino says, “Before we initiate phase two, I want to give you a chance. What is your organization’s plan in New York? We know it has something to do with the city government. And we know that it specifically involves the mayor. Talk and spare yourself and your comrades who are currently in Federal custody.”
Sonia closes her eyes and says quietly and resolutely, “Do your worst.”
“As you wish. Moorehead, set the timer for 90 minutes, but do not start it till after the oil has set.”
Oil? Thinks Sonia. Her mental question is answered when Felicia and Domino begin to spread K-Y warming liquid all over her body. They start at her underarms and work down her chest, applying generous amounts to her full heaving breasts, to her belly. Then they oil her legs, squeezing her thighs and knees as they do. She nearly jumps out of her skin when they apply the oil to her feet, as both women allow their nails to trail the soles as they apply the oil. Domino then applies the oil to Sonia’s inner thighs and finally, she pours some on 2 fingers and slides them into Sonia’s already moistening pussy and on the hood of her clit. Sonia is about to curse Domino when she adds more oil to her other index finger and slides it deep into her anus. Domino slides that finger in and out a little, making sure that her rectum is well lubricated. She stops when she feels Sonia beginning to raise her hips slightly. Sonia, realizing what she was doing, suddenly blushes deeply and curses.
The two women step back and admire their handiwork for a moment, allowing the oil to begin working. Sonia feels a warm sensation all over. Her nerves, already heightened by the tickling, begin to tingle. She realizes that the effect will make her more ticklish. She also begins to wonder even more about the sinister shape under the sheet. Domino moves to Sonia’s left side again and steps up on a small footstool so she can reach both sides better. Felicia moves between Sonia’s legs. Sonia looks up in the mirror and notices a stopwatch hanging from Felicia’s neck. When Felicia clicks the button on the stopwatch, the women begin their work.
Domino slowly, teasingly rakes her nails down Sonia’s oil-slicked sides. Giggles begin immediately. When her hands reach Sonia’s hips, she spider-tickles in towards her navel, then up her belly and all over her breasts. She occasionally lightly pinches Sonia’s nipples. Each time she does, a little sensual electric shock radiates throughout Sonia’s upper body. Between her legs, Felicia is gliding her nails up and down Sonia’s inner thighs, then she squeezes them and her knees. But when Felicia slides her nails all the way down past Sonia’s calves to her ankles, she shuts her eyes tightly and tries to brace herself.
There is a pause, a heartbeat or two, then she feels it… Felicia holds the toes of Sonia’s left foot back, stretching the sole smooth and taut. She spidertickles the length of Sonia’s sole from the heel to the toe-line. She tickles along the toe-line, then in a continuous track up and down her sole. Sonia nearly screams her laughter. The intense tickling, coupled with the effect of the warming oil, amplified her ticklishness to a previously unheard of level. Felicia, encouraged by the reaction, repeats the process on her right sole.
Domino, not to be outdone, digs into Sonia’s armpits and works her way down her ribs while her tongue dances in, out, and around Sonia’s navel. Watching herself be tickled and the warm wet sensation of Domino’s tongue on her cause a sudden rush of sexual arousal in Sonia. Her mind cries out resistance to the feelings, but her body betrays her mind and begins to welcome them. She barely has time to recognize this paradox when suddenly she feels all 10 of Felicia’s fingers assaulting both soles. Her breath catches momentarily and a nonstop string of guffaws, chuckles, and giggles pour out of her drying lips. She wants desperately to remember her training and be able to withstand the attack, but conscious thought is obliterated by the warm, tickly sensations which seem to overwhelm every nerve.
There is another pause, and Sonia quickly gasps and sucks in a deep breath to quell her burning lungs. She tenses, waiting for another intense volley of tickles. What follows instead is a soft, teasing tickling… Domino drags her nails slowly, sensuously up and down Sonia’s sides as she licks and nibbles her swollen nipples. Sonia giggles, but softly, and interrupted with occasional sighs and moans of pleasure. She sucks in air sharply when she feels Felicia’s mouth envelop her three smallest toes on her right foot, and her tongue snaking between each toe as she lightly tickles both soles and up her legs to her inner thighs. Before she can think, her body seems to relax and open itself for these delightfully torturous feelings.
Domino checks the monitors and recognizes the patterns of the brainwaves. She continues to tickle Sonia’s sides and belly with one hand while orally pleasing her breasts and nipples. With her other hand, she takes a long stiff feather and begins to saw the blade edge along Sonia’s outer labia. Domino smiles when she sees the sudden spike in the brainwave pattern. There is a greater spike when she draws the feather across Sonia’s clit, which had long since peeked out from under its hood. Felicia takes a cue and, while sucking Sonia’s toes and tickling her left sole with her right hand, begins to tickle Sonia’s anus with the tip of another feather. The pattern spikes again at this new sensation. Both orifices seem to open, inviting further stimulation.
The two women carefully tease and tickle Sonia, all the while watching her reactions and noting the changes in her brainwaves. They recognize that Sonia is near orgasm. Despite all her training, Sonia was unprepared for this kind of assault. She could handle a savage rape, but this pleasuring of nerves brought to edge by tickling and warming oil was more than her body and mind could handle. She began to rhythmically squeeze her ass cheeks in an effort to match the rhythm of the feathers. As the women could see, she was quite near climax.
Domino winked at Felicia and both women abruptly stopped tickling and teasing. Sonia’s mind took a second to register that the feelings had stopped, except for the warmth. She caught herself, almost too late, about to ask for more. Embarrassed, angry, and exceedingly horny, she shouted, “You dirty bitches! When my crew finds me…”
But she was cut off by Domino. “Nobody will find you. Felicia’s vehicle is equipped with a scrambler. This facility is several hundred meters below ground and shielded from sensors of any kind. Our sweep team also removed all sensors from your body. Even the internal one.” Sonia’s face fell. Rather than suffer any more at the hands of her old leader, she rolled her tongue back and felt for the false tooth with the cyanide capsule. When she activated it, she was shocked! She expected a few seconds of pain or at least a bad taste. What she got was a sudden case of the giggles.
“Sorry hun, we got that too. What you are experiencing now is a concentrated encapsulated dose of nitrous oxide, more commonly known as…”
“Laughing gas”, chimed in Felicia.
After about 10 minutes of silly giggling, Sonia was able to compose herself. She now accepted that she was utterly helpless. Her final option replaced by a joke. Her arousal had worn off, as had the warming sensation. She wondered what was in store for her next. She considered her options. She could cooperate and serve a life sentence in a maximum security federal pen. Or she could hold out and get the death penalty, but with the hopes that her crew would succeed in her mission. She was surprised when Felicia appeared by her side with a cold bottle of water with a long bent straw. Felicia said, “We do what we must, but we are not totally with out concern or mercy.” And she placed the tip of the straw near Sonia’s lips. Hesitantly, Sonia took the straw and drank deeply, enjoying the cool water on her parched lips and throat. Felicia then asked, “Will you cooperate now?”
Sonia, who despite herself began to have a grudging admiration for her new adversary, replied simply, “We do what we must. You must try to break me, and I must try to resist.” With that, she took a few deep breaths and tried to ready herself for more. Felicia and Domino wasted no time, reapplying the oil. Again, Sonia was startled when the warm oil entered her pussy and anus, but this time she relaxed, and welcomed it. She figured if she was going to die a traitor, she would be sexually satisfied first.
She looked into the mirror, waiting for the women to begin. She watched as Domino got into position by her hips… But Felicia was walking away. No, not away, over to the covered device. Felicia wheeled the device between Sonia’s legs and uncovered it. Sonia gulped hard when she saw it. It was a sybian. For those who don’t know what a sybian is, imagine a saddle on a log. Now imagine that the saddle has vibrator attachments. Basically that’s a sybian. But this one was mounted vertically on an adjustable pole and had a double penetration attachment on it. Felicia adjusted the height, lined it up, and lubricated it thoroughly with the warming oil. A smile flickered on Sonia’s face at the though of the sexual feelings that she was about to enjoy.
Felicia warned, “Sonia, I’m sorry, but in your water was a small dose of the drug extacy. If you thought your senses were heightened before, you are about to experience a WHOLE NEW WORLD.” And with those words, she eased the phalluses into Sonia’s pussy and anus. Sonia had a moment where she thought she might resist, but the filling sensation coupled with the warming overcame her. What she didn’t know, could not know, was that the sybian was modified with a remote switch that would power off whenever her brainwaves signaled that she was about to climax. As securely bound as she was, the few millimeters she could move would not be enough for her to finish out once the machine stopped.
The women removed their earplugs and began tickling. Lightly, teasingly at first, with a lot of sucking and nibbling of toes and nipples. The sybian clicked on and immediately Sonia was overwhelmed with sexual stimulation and ticklish sensations. The women concentrated on light tickles and sensuous tickles as the sybian pumped and vibrated in Sonia. Her moans mixed with giggles and her eyes were half-lidded. Her respiration increased and the muscles in her stomach tightened. She began to reach her sexual threshold when the machine suddenly clicked off. Before she could protest, Domino and Felicia began a savage tickle attack that made the brainwave monitor spike off the chart. So completely was Sonia wrapped in ticklish oblivion that her orgasmic level returned to baseline.
Three times, the women would tease and tickle Sonia, whenever the sybian would click on. And three times Sonia was denied sexual release and tickled to near madness. This was over the course of 2 hours. Sonia’s tortured mind hovered in a kind of limbo. She lost all measure of time. She had gone through the gamut of feelings, from anger to fear to pain, to pleasure, to desire, to need, and now to aching… Domino finally had to call for a break, as her hands were cramping up. During the brief break, Felicia had to re-lubricate the sybian. She re-inserted the phalluses and was prepared to begin tickling again. Just before they began, Sonia uttered a word, a dry croak… “Adams…”
Domino said’ “Former Washington Senator Marcus Adams? What about him?”
“Finish me, and I will tell all…” Her voice was barely a whisper. “You win. I am broken… Let me finish one time, and I will cooperate completely. You have my word… As proof, I offer this. The slip of paper which you recovered from my hidden tube contains a micro-dot. The micro-dot contains a bank account number in the Cayman Islands. Senator Adams’ account…”
Domino picks up a phone and whispers orders to the sweep team. In under 60 seconds the phone rang back with confirmation of Sonia’s story about the paper. Sonia looked sadly at Domino and said, “My word should have been enough, Andrea.”
Domino, taken slightly aback by Sonia’s words and demeanor, responded, “It was Sonia. The verification was procedure, as you well know.” She tenderly brushed a loose wisp of hair out of Sonia’s face, then turned to Felicia and said, “Remove the auto-stop command, Felicia.” Surprised at hearing the boss use her first name so softly, Felicia bypassed the command on the monitor. Then she manually turned on the sybian. Both women began tickling and teasing their prisoner in earnest. Within moments, the hours of built up sexual tension reached a peak. Both women intensified their tickling to a fever pitch. Domino added the feather to Sonia’s engorged clit and sent her over the edge. Wave after wave of orgasmic contractions shook Sonia’s body. A brilliant fireworks display exploded in her vision. For five full minutes she rode the major orgasm and three mini multiple orgasms, then she passed out.
Domino and Felicia unstrapped her, sponged her clean and dried and dressed her in a prisoner’s coveralls. The security team came in and secured her and took her to the holding cell. The following morning, Domino personally took her statement, with Felicia present as witness. What she learned disturbed her greatly, as the senator was making a bid to become Mayor of New York City. Still weak from the previous day’s events, Sonia was handcuffed to a steel wheelchair for the confession. Domino ordered a number of psychological tests to be run. It was discovered that Sonia had been brainwashed and used in order to keep the C.I.A. from discovering Adams’ plan. But some part of Sonia’s altered mind was smart enough to get some evidence of the plan. When the tickling broke her brainwashing, she cooperated fully.
However, the plan was already in motion, and someone would have to stop it.
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