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Oopsie's Methods F/M

PeterVincentTGVK

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One doesn't usually take into account how much a spy holds on their person during a mission. The movies have it all wrong. It's not just a pistol and a homing device. You don't get to go into casinos and walk out with the girl after a few good hands at Baccarat and kill the cat-stroking, scarfaced villain with the desire to destroy the world with some convoluted gadget. No. A spy's mission is usually far more simple: Obtain this cassette, switch this folder, hand over this briefcase, etc... but tonight, it was different.

Tonight I get to make like I'm notorious... as far as the spy world is concerned. Tonight I get to infiltrate the base at Langley, Virginia. This is a big moment for me. One that will elevate my reputation. The Mission: Hack into the mainframe and switch the password code from 69498 to 21436. Sounds simple, but this will allow my country to have at least temporary control over the US primary satellite uplink.

Getting inside only required a phony ID and retinal scan. I was able to pass the scan with special contact lenses that I had been equipped with and gained entrance to the facility. The problem now was this charlatan in the hall guarding the door to the mainframe. I have three choices:

1. I take him out with my silenced Beretta 92SB-C and hope that I can either hide the body inside of the mainframe or make my move and escape the facility before anyone notices. Odds aren't good.

2. Dart him, either in the neck or by manual injection into the arm or upper thigh. Odds more or less the same.

3. Confront him head on. Rush him and disarm him. Odds aren't good.

Shit.

Suddenly, Lady Luck guides my way. The guard reaches up to touch his ear, and moves away to the side, leaving the area. I must have a guardian angel. I don't wastes even a moment to question my good fortune. Instead, I make my way down the hall towards the door. I enter the passcode for the door: SERAPHIM1, and the door opens to reveal a middle aged woman in a lab coat who briskly places the wet rag to my face...









The images come as a blur that gradually clears. Soft colors and shapes form into a coherent vision. I gaze upon the middle aged woman who had drugged me. Her blonde hair is up in a conservative bun. Her sensible glasses give her a Marion the Librarian look that is difficult to shake. Her lab coat buttoned up tight doesn't help.

“Good evening.” She greets me. “I'm Dr. Speel, but you may call me Naomi. I would ask for your name but it didn't take us long to figure out your identity, Mr. Brown.”

I realize that I am secured brilliantly to a kind of dentist's chair. On a small table next to me, I see various implements of torture. The likes of the scalpel, pliers, and others fill me with dread. I have been trained extensively to withstand pain, but that doesn't mean the experience to come promised to be a pleasant one.

“Here at the CIA, we take intruders pretty damn seriously.” Naomi informs me with clinical coldness. “We know who you are, but not why you are here. It is because of this unshakeable disadvantage that I am here to... to put it in full blown cliché mode... make you talk.”

“I won't say a word.” I promise her. “My allegiance is to my country and I will not bow to fear.”

“Don't you get it? We knew you were coming. Someone on your end sold you out.” Naomi picks up the pair of pliers. “How else do you explain that I was so patiently waiting for you? Why protect those who don't protect you?”

“Honor is difficult to shake, Dr.” I try to seem calm as she approaches my foot and places the pliers around my big toe.

“4 potatoes, Mr. Brown. On third, I will snap this toe like a dead twig.” She warns.

“One potato.”

“Two potato.”

“Three potato...”

I screw my eyes shut and brace myself for the intense pain that is sure to come... and then Naomi's cell phone goes off. Funny. The tone is Cotton Eye Joe. She pulls the pliers away, much to my relief, and answers.

“This is a most inopportune time.” She curses. “I have him here. No. No, that's absurd, I can handle this... I don't care what her recommendation says, she's a total fruit loop!”

I can tell that Naomi is irritated.

“This one is mine! He will respond to pain more than he will to something as unbelievably absurd as... Okay, well then it will fall on you to explain to the Director why we weren't able to break him!” She turns off the call with an angry grunt and puts the phone back in her pocket. She glares at me.

“Hard day at the office?” I mock her with a sneer.

“They are sending you to a specialist. Waste of time if you ask me.” Naomi answers with an indignant expression. She pulls the rag out of her coat pocket and dabs a fresh helping of chloroform onto it before placing it over my face once again.









I was in the middle of a rather nice dream when I came to. Back to reality. No dentist's chair this time. In fact, I find that I am in a different room altogether. It looks like a dungeon cell. I am strapped spread eagle to a large exam table in the middle of the room. I look to my left to see a small desk and a metal stool. Then I notice what I should have noticed before anything else: That I was naked, with the exception of an odd looking contraption that was wrapped around my groin and buttocks. It looked like a sort of diaper, but it was undoubtedly more complicated that that. I could make out a system of wires inside the clear, Jelly-like exterior. Electroshock maybe? I sure hope not. The idea of having my privates sizzled wasn't terribly appealing.

The door to the room opens. A female enters. And she is quite strange looking. Black high heels and fishnets hugged her slender legs and thighs and led up to a red and black silk skirt with a matching corset the barely contained her chest. Her hair was curly, black and red to match her clothing and finally, She wore facepaint. White, but with ruby red lips and dark eyeshadow. She said nothing as she carried in a small laptop computer and sat on the stool beside me, opening her laptop and waiting for it to turn on.

“On your way to trick or treating after this?” I asked with a snicker. She turned to me and smiled. An indeciperable smile. One that could be either friendly or threatening. Or even both, in equal measures. It's unnerving, but not enough to silence me. “Do you think I need to be changed?” I joke about the device I am wearing. The glow from her screen lights up her face. She starts typing, ignoring my joke. “Okay, at least talk to me for Christ's sake!”

“Shh.” She puts a finger to her lips. She hits a button and I feel something inside of the device. Like it was secreting some kind of oil about my privates and posterior. I realize that she is controlling the thing with her computer. It felt so weird, but also pleasant. The oily substance was warm and made my skin tingle within the device. I looked back at her again to see a rather naughty expression on her painted face. She lifted a finger and hit a particular button. I jumped immediately at the sensation of what felt like a soft, feminine fingertip touching my asshole inside the device. The finger started to gently stroke in a circle around the hole, eventually making it pucker. It felt intrusive, but also incredibly erotic. It also tickled a bit.

“Whahahhat is thiiihhihis thing?”

“Oopsie.” She said simply as if she had hit the wrong button or had done something wrong. She hadn't though. The look in her eyes told me that. She knew exactly what she was doing. The tickling continued and I chuckled while she watched from only a couple feet away.

“Her name is Oopsie.” I hear Naomi's voice coming from a speaker that I see on the ceiling. “That's not her real name obviously. In fact, I don't even know her real name myself. I might have to ask my superiors at some point, but I digress. Oopsie is a former dominatrix. One who specialized in what we will call “Light Tortures” with her clients. In other words, punishments that didn't leave marks, but were still quite potent in striking fear into her clients. She developed the apparatus that you are now wearing. I think she's overrated myself.” I see Oopsie shake an irritated fist at the speaker as Naomi continues. “I mean, she has absolutely no power over you... unless you're ticklish.

“It's gonna tahahahke moohhoohhore than thiiihihhis to get infohohohohrmation out ohohohof me.”

“Oh... you are ticklish.” Naomi's voice sounds as though she is pleased. I feel a tapping against my soles and look down to see that Oopsie had moved down toward my feet and was merrily drumming her fingertips and down from my heels to just under my toes. One finger tapped gently, only once, under my middle toe, against the stem, and I found myself trying to jerk my foot back. Instinct has betrayed me, I realize. Pulling my bound foot away served no other purpose than to let the woman know that she had found a weakness.

“Oopsie.” She said again, like a child who had knocked over a book from a shelf. She wiggled all of her fingers against and over the tops of my toes.

“HehHhhehHehHEhEHhEHhEHHEhhHEHEhEhehehehehehhehehHEhHEHEHHEhehehehehehehehe...” The tickling continued against my asshole as Oopsie tormented my feet.

“Feel like talking, Mr. Brown?” Naomi asked.

I couldn't even answer as Oopsie was now wiggling my toes individually as my mother had done when I was younger. When she wiggle my little toe, my foot jerked again.

“Oopsie.”

“StOHOOHHOHOP SAYING THAHAHAHT!” It was infuriating in a playful way. Oopsie just giggled and wiggled the toe again.

“Oopsie, let him respond, please.” Naomi requested. Oopsie stopped, crossing her arms like a child who was told they couldn't watch TV. “Now, Mr. Brown, what was your mission?” Naomi asked.

“I was sent to find Carmen Sandiego.” I told her. She would get no cooperation from me.

“Very well. Oopsie, maybe the spy's tummy will prove a soft spot on his tough exterior.” Speel suggested. Oopsie grinned excitedly. She moved back to her computer and pressed a couple more buttons. Now the fingertip sensation on my hole vanished and was replaced with a twirling feather. This was just as ticklish but in a different way. My chuckling resumed.

“Hehehhehehehehhe...”

Oopsie smiled, satisfied with my reaction, and moved over to the left side of the table. She began scribbling her fingertips along my belly.

“HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!”

“It's fun to be right.” Naomi's voice mocked. “Tickle tickle, Mr. Brown.”

I laughed hysterically at the domme's touch. She wiggled a finger in my bellybutton, making me yelp like a puppy.

“Oopsie.” She muttered once more as she continued tickling the stomach. Encouraged by the yelp, she bent down and pursed her lips around my navel. I started to protest but it fell on deaf ears as she blew a raspberry. I was in hysterics as she blew over and over while tickling my sides with her fingers. The fingers moved up to my ribs, teasing with soft caresses. This was the worst yet.

“HAHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Time for a break, Oopsie.” Naomi commanded. “We don't want him passing out.”

Oopsie obeyed, smiling at me like she had found a friend in a strange way.

“Once again, Mr. Brown. Why are you here?”

“I won't... tell... you.” I answered between ragged breaths as the feather sensation continued down under.

“Mr. Brown...” Naomi now spoke to me in a condescending manner. “It means nothing to me to have Oopsie here tickle you to madness if you don't talk. And trust me, she is fully capable of that.” I saw Oopsie nod yes enthusiastically. “If you don't talk, you will suffer under her fingers.”

“Go fuck yourself, Doctor.” I retained my defiance... until I heard Oopsie cooing in a strange way. I looked down to see another result of the asshole tickling. The feather stimulation had caused a massive erection. My penis was poking out of the diaper-like device, pressed against my tummy. Oopsie's eyes lit up. The cock was thick, turgid, and oily from the substance that the device had secreted. Oopsie brought a finger down to the penis, giving the underside a tickle that made my whole body tense.

“Oopsie.” She said, a bit more teasingly this time. She repeated the tickle, quickly reducing me once more to a giggly mess. There must have been a camera in the ceiling near the speaker as well, because Oopsie looked up and mouthed something towards it.

“You mean...” Naomi questioned. Oopsie nodded yes.

“Oh, very well. If you think it will help...” Naomi conceded. “Tickle tickle, Mr. Brown.”

Oopsie began tickling all around my penis, bringing more laughter from my lips.

“HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHE!”

“Yes, Mr. Brown. Coochie coochie coo...” Naomi taunted. “Are you a ticklish boy?” She was having fun with it now. “A poor, helpless, ticklish little boy?”

“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!”

Oopsie must have gotten an idea, because she stopped tickling my manhood, snapped her fingers, and moved back to her laptop. She pressed a few more buttons and I screamed as I felt dozens of half inch feathers dusting my testicles.

“HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!”

Oopsie clapped and rushed back to the table. She climbed on top of me and lifted her skirt enough for me to see that she was not wearing underwear. And that she was completely shaved. She straddled me, resting her pussy on the underside of my cock, and wiggled her fingers menacingly at me before bringing them down to the sides of my neck, tickling softly and giggling along with me.

“Tickle tickle tickle...” Naomi's voice teased. I couldn't take too much more of this. “Coochie coochie coo... My screen shows that the device is tickling your balls, Mr. Brown. Does that tickle you?” She laughed wickedly and Oopsie giggled more. These two women had me completely at their mercy physically, mentally, and emotionally. Tears filled my eyes as Oopsie was now drawing circles in my underarms.

“So ticklish. So ticklish. Gitchy gitchy goo...”

Oopsie was getting turned on. Her pussy rubbed against my oily erection as she tickled furiously.

“STOP! PLEASE STOP!” My sense of honor and decency would not permit me to experience the orgasm building so quickly inside of me. I panicked.

“I WAS SENT BY MI-5! I WAS TO BREAK INTO THE MAINFRAME AND CHANGE THE PASSWORD CODE TO THE SATELLITE UPLINK! PLEASE STOOOOOOOOPPPP!”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Brown.” Naomi said graciously. “But I think I will let Oopsie finish. Coochie coo...”

Oopsie reached behind her with one hand and pressed the device where my balls were. This magnified the tickling sensations and I couldn't hold on anymore. Warm semen sprayed all over my chest and belly as I shook on the table. I had given in. I had been broken. I had sang like a canary. And I had cum in front of my torturers. How would I ever face my superiors again? Or anyone else in the spy world for that matter? I looked up at the painted face that grinned mockingly at me.

“Oopsie.”
 
Now that was fun ^-^
I bet I'd hold out longer ...... maybe..... maybe not... probably not..... most likely quicker lol
 
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