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Cloak and Feather 6 (prologue)

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Samantha Storm is back! Thanks to the people who gave me some good feedback (you guys know who you are ;) )

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San Francisco, late evening…

Samantha Storm strolled along the wharf towards her rendezvous with Hugo Sexton. At this hour of the evening there were not too many people around, most were in restaurants or back in their hotels. She wore a black leather jacket, a red shirt, blue jeans and black boots. To all intents and purposes Samantha was just a visitor taking in the evening air.

She looked around for Sexton’s black limousine but failed to see it. As she scanned the areas she noticed two men lounging up against some railings. Both wore dark clothing. One wore a baseball cap and the other smoked a cigarette. They eyed her from time to time but showed no interest in approaching her. Samantha was used to admiring glances. With a slim, attractive figure, a mane of shoulder length blue-black hair and clear blue eyes she was easy to look at. Part of her success as a secret agent was in recognising this and using it to her advantage. A girlish giggle and a flirtatious look, sometimes that was all it took.

The secret agent was not exactly overjoyed to be meeting with Sexton. The ultra-rich information broker was known to pander to whoever could pay the most. Sexton was of average height and had a slightly plump build. His black hair was always slicked back and he had a nearly trimmed beard and moustache. His wardrobe cost more than most agents made in a year and he had an affinity for expensive jewellery. Despite his largesse he was also a lecherous character who was used to getting his own way. He had assumed that things would be no different with the lovely Samantha but the last time he had attempted to seduce her she had nearly broken his jaw. Nevertheless, Samantha’s superiors decided that he had information they needed and his obvious interest in Agent Storm made her the ideal conduit.

Samantha’s colleague, Agent Angela Blaze took great delight in Samantha’s discomfort at this situation and teased her frequently.

As Samantha prepared for this evening’s meet, Angela had decided to have some fun at her expense.

“So Sam, when you coax information out of Sexton, do you have an unobstructed view of the ceiling?” She said with a mischievous grin.

“You’ll have an unobstructed view of the infirmary if you keep this up, Angie.” Samantha had retorted.

Samantha surreptitiously looked at her Omega Seamaster and let out a small sigh of frustration. To have to deal with a character like Sexton was bad enough but to be kept waiting just added insult to injury.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the two men come away from the railings and move towards her, one on either side.

The smoker spoke first, “Miss Storm, Miss Samantha Storm.” When she nodded he smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Arthur Jeffries, I work for Mr Sexton’s security team. This is my partner, Mitch Clark.”

“Well I am supposed to meet your employer and he’s late.” Samantha said.

Jeffries nodded. “Well as you know Mr Sexton is a vary cautious character. Recently he has become concerned over some security issues and is taking more precautions than normal.”

“So where is he?” Samantha asked, crossing her arms. “I don’t appreciate being messed around like this.”

Jeffries nodded out across the bay to a large luxury yacht, which Samantha recognised from the Agency’s files on Sexton. “Mr Sexton is keen to meet with you. He is onboard his yacht. If you’ll accompany us, ma’am, we have a motor launch waiting.”

“Well let’s go, then.” Samantha replied.

In short order the small motor launch pulled up alongside Sexton’s yacht and Samantha climbed aboard to be greeted by an armed guard who escorted her below deck to Sexton’s sumptuously furnished quarters.

Samantha was led into a surprisingly large room, which featured oak-panelled walls, a long leather couch and a small conference table.

At the far end of the room Sexton stood gazing out of the window at the glittering lights of the bay, his hands clasped behind his back. No doubt he was trying to effect the impression of a classical leader surveying his possessions.

He wore a navy blue blazer and white pants and shoes. Samantha didn’t need him to turn round to know that he would have a red cravat at this throat.

Sexton turned to look at Samantha and his face broke into a wide wolfish smile. He opened his arms wide and crossed the room to meet her. “Samantha, my dear!” He bellowed heartily. His fleshy, well-manicured fingers grasped her shoulders, kneading them as he stepped in to kiss her on each cheek.

“Well I must say you look as radiant as ever,” he gushed, his eyes greedily stripping the clothes from her body.

“Pleasure to see you too, Hugo.” She muttered, her tone of voice indicated it was anything but. She stepped back and put her hands on her hips. “Now why didn’t you keep to the arrangement we had? What’s going on?”

Sexton shrugged apologetically. “Well what can I tell you, my darling? Lately I have uncovered some disturbing information leaks within my organisation. This is costing me money. A little paranoia is always healthy in my line of work and I can never be too sure who to trust.”

Samantha took this in without expression. “Well your house cleaning matters are your own affair. I fail to see what this has to do with our arrangement.”

Sexton waggled a bejewelled finger, “Ah but you see, my lovely, it has everything to do with you. How can I be sure that you aren’t somehow leaving our little trysts with more than you let on? For all I know you could be bristling with hidden surveillance equipment. Your technical division has made amazing leaps in the field of miniaturisation.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “That’s ridiculous.”

The information broker raised his palms in supplication. “Samantha, as you know I cherish our little ‘tête-à-têtes’ but one can never be too careful. I would feel very hurt if I thought you were betraying me. It would definitely cause irreparable damage to our relationship.”

“So we have an impasse, then?” Samantha muttered, suppressing a note of exasperation.

Sexton smiled again, but the smile did not reach his eyes. “Perhaps not. A gesture of faith may help. If you agree to submit to a thorough search I will be assured of your virtue.”

“That’s lame, even for you.” Samantha retorted, but knowing that he had her in a corner. “Will that give you a cheap thrill if I let you frisk me?”

Sexton pressed his palms together. “Oh I fear you misunderstand me. I am a man of course and you are a ravishing young woman but this is business. One of my security officers will perform the search. She is an expert in this field.”

“It doesn’t look like I have a lot of choice.” Samantha glowered.

Sexton smiled and pressed a button on his intercom panel. “Have Major Kraus join us in the state room. We are ready for her now.”

...

A knock at the door of the yacht’s stateroom signalled the arrival of Major Patricia Kraus.

Samantha could not help but be impressed but the newcomer’s appearance. Samantha stood 5’7” herself but the Major was probably 6’ tall. She was deeply tanned with short, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that shone with arrogance. She combined a powerful seductive figure with angular features that gave her the formidable beauty of a Valkyrie. She was dressed in a tailored navy blue pinstripe suit, a white silk blouse and black boots. The suit emphasised her dangerous curves and her partially unbuttoned blouse displayed an impressive cleavage

“Major Patricia Kraus, please meet Agent Samantha Storm.” Sexton said as if he was introducing people at a party.

“Fraulein Storm, it is a great honour and pleasure to meet you.” Patricia said in a clipped German accent. She gave Samantha a bone-crushing handshake. She smiled baring her brilliant white teeth and looked the brunette up and down with obvious interest. “In our world your exploits are legendary.”

“Thanks.” Samantha replied without much enthusiasm.

Sexton settled into the leather couch. “Well, Major, you may begin, and please ensure that you conduct yourself with utmost professionalism. Samantha is a very dear friend of mine.” The wolfish grin returned.

Samantha just rolled her eyes.

Kraus nodded. “Agentin Storm, deine Jacke und Botten bitte. Ach, I mean your jacket and boots please.”

Samantha shrugged out of her black suede jacket, unzipped and removed her boots and passed the items to Kraus. She had to admire the diligence and concentration with which Kraus carefully checked the pockets, contents, linings, stitchings, zippers, buttons and heels.

Presently, Kraus looked up. “Now Samantha, please raise your arms out to the sides. I must search your person.”

Leather creaked as Sexton shifted on the couch to get a better view of the proceedings.

Kraus patted Samantha down thoroughly and efficiently from head to toe. She quickly discovered the small stiletto blade sheathed on Samantha’s left forearm and the small .25 calibre pistol holstered on her right ankle.

The Major presented these items to Sexton. “Nothing out of the ordinary. These are the kind of personal protection items I would expect such an agent to carry.”

“Of course. We know that she is capable to taking care of herself,” he rubbed his jaw and grinned at Samantha” but it is broadcast equipment, surveillance tools I am interested in. Be thorough, very thorough.”

Kraus nodded curtly and turned back to Samantha.

She started by running her hands through Samantha’s thick shoulder length hair. Finding nothing, she re-applied her hands to Samantha and began to check around the collar of her shirt. Samantha stared straight ahead and in doing so she missed the knowing smile that vanished from Kraus’s face as quickly as it arrived.

Samantha felt the Major run her fingers in and out of her shirt. It tickled her throat slightly but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. She was inwardly relieved that at least she was unlikely to be tickle tortured today. Just as this thought occurred to her she felt a sharp jab at the side of her neck.

“Ow!” Samantha stepped back and slapped at her neck. “What the hell was that? A mosquito or…”

She looked up to the see the Major smiling smugly, between forefinger and thumb the glacial blonde was holding a small rubber bulb with a hypodermic needle attached. A single drop of clear liquid oozed from the needle and fell to the floor as if in slow motion. Samantha swayed slightly, all of a sudden she felt a little unsteady on her feet. She knew she had been drugged.

“What the hell…?” Her voice was little more than a whisper. She quickly bent to her right ankle to grab her gun only to remember that Kraus had already taken it from her.

As she stood back up, the room seemed to spin. She heard Sexton chuckle menacingly behind her.

Samantha lurched forwards, furious at herself for being suckered. She shot her hand out towards the Major’s jaw in a palm heel strike but the drug had robbed her of her usual speed and she stumbled to her knees.

She was down on all fours shaking her head and trying to clear it. “What the hell have you done to me?” She mumbled through the fog that clouded her mind.

“Just a little something to put a check on that feisty nature of yours.” Kraus replied. “Don’t worry, there are no lasting side effects.”

Samantha crawled towards to the leather couch, each step seemed a gargantuan effort.

Kraus and Sexton lifted her and carried her to the couch where she soon found herself lying back, arched across Sexton’s lap and blinking up at him.

“Let me appraise you of the situation, my darling.” He began pompously, ogling her like a glutton before a delicious meal. “I have always tried to maintain amicable relationships in business but when I tried to be amicable with you, you nearly broke my jaw. Now I am a very generous human being and I can forgive you for that but a man in my position cannot let such a slight go unpunished.”

“You’re making a big mistake.” Samantha slurred in defiance. “You think Section 7 will stand for you treating an agent in this way.”

Sexton smiled lecherously. “I think the mighty Section 7 is more concerned about the information I can provide.” He laughed heartily and winked at his blonde security officer.

“Now know this,” he continued, “you are completely under my power here. I can do whatever I like with you.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and stared deeply into her unfocused blue eyes, relishing the moment.

“And there are so many things I could think of-” He stroked a slow path down her throat to lightly trace her collarbones and explore the deep “V” created by the open collar of her shirt. “-so many enjoyable things.”

Samantha struggled to clear her head of the narcotic effects of the drug, she willed her muscles to action but she could not escape the jubilant voice of Hugo Sexton.

Sexton’s eyes had grown heavy lidded with lust. With a tinge of regret he blinked out of his fantasies and withdrew his hands, smoothing Samantha’s shirt collar. “Such temptation, but I am a professional and this is a business relationship. As you know I am an information broker.” He stoked her hair. “I know a lot of things about you, my darling. I know you the last CD you bought, the last movie you went to see,” the lecherous grin returned and his eyes crawled over her tight shirtfront, “I know you buy your lingerie from Victoria’s Secret and like the feel of satin and silk next to your lovely skin.”

Major Kraus chuckled in the background, enjoying both Samantha’s discomfort and the thought of what was to come.

“But imagine my surprise at what a little deeper research uncovered, particularly concerning a mission of yours in Bogota…”

Samantha’s eyes were big as saucers and her heart bean to pound as she took in what Sexton said. A single droplet of sweat escaped from her hairline and ran down her cheek. Surely he couldn’t mean…

“Oh yes, my beauty. Behind the official story of your capture and heroic escape from the Chavez cartel compound I learnt that you were interrogated for a while.”

Samantha was nearly frantic. They knew!

Sexton continued, “And you were interrogated in a most unusual fashion.” He punctuated his words by tapping her lightly on the nose with a fingertip. “Your tormentors tickled and teased that beautiful body of yours over and over and over.” He chuckled as he saw the fear register in her eyes. “Well guess what? The delectable Major Kraus is an expert in tickle torture and she is going to take great pleasure in refreshing those memories for you.”

Kraus stepped forward, leering down at Samantha, a cold smile on her face. “In case you are wondering how we know about your little weakness, I will tell you. Miss Ramirez is close associate of mine, ja? She mentored me in the art of tickle torture and when you escaped you humiliated her. You never got to feel the full extent of her talents but I am going to relish giving you a full taste of them now, liebchen.”

“Oh hell no.” Samantha gulped in disbelief. She tried to struggle as the Valkyrie advanced on her, a roll of thick grey duct tape in her hands.

Samantha managed to squirm in Sexton’s lap but was unable to muster an effective struggle. Her bearded captor chuckled and stroked her forehead. “No point struggling, my dear. Just accept your punishment like a good little girl or I’ll turn you over and spank your cute little bottom. Besides, from what I hear, the tickling can also make you feel good, hmmmm?”

Samantha twitched her toes in their socks as Kraus sat at the end of the couch and wound a long strip of tape around her ankles and then repeated the process just below and just above her knees.

Once the Major was satisfied with her work she looked up at Sexton. “I think she’s ready now, that little concoction I jabbed her with will not last too much longer so let’s take her through.”

“Oh absolutely,” Sexton gushed. “I am aching to see you two lovely girls spend some quality time together.”

Sexton took hold of Samantha under her arms and Kraus grabbed her by the ankles. As she did so, she dragged her blood red nails against Samantha’s tightly bound soles and was rewarded with a startled yelp.

“Oho, I think this will be much fun.” Kraus chirruped. “I think you’ll be impressed Samantha, we have a special room prepared just for you. A tickling dungeon if you will.”

Samantha felt the soporific effect of the drugs begin wear off but it was too little too late. She was bound and trapped on Sexton’s ship and being spirited away to suffer the sadistic intentions of her captors.

TO BE CONTINUED…
 
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Great to see C & F back, my man!

Jeff
 
It looks like you're off to a great start. Looking forward to the next installment.
 
Samantha Storm is back! Thanks to the people who gave me some good feedback (you guys know who you are ;) )

------

San Francisco, late evening…

Samantha Storm strolled along the wharf towards her rendezvous with Hugo Sexton. At this hour of the evening there were not too many people around, most were in restaurants or back in their hotels. She wore a black leather jacket, a red shirt, blue jeans and black boots. To all intents and purposes Samantha was just a visitor taking in the evening air.

She looked around for Sexton’s black limousine but failed to see it. As she scanned the areas she noticed two men lounging up against some railings. Both wore dark clothing. One wore a baseball cap and the other smoked a cigarette. They eyed her from time to time but showed no interest in approaching her. Samantha was used to admiring glances. With a slim, attractive figure, a mane of shoulder length blue-black hair and clear blue eyes she was easy to look at. Part of her success as a secret agent was in recognising this and using it to her advantage. A girlish giggle and a flirtatious look, sometimes that was all it took.

The secret agent was not exactly overjoyed to be meeting with Sexton. The ultra-rich information broker was known to pander to whoever could pay the most. Sexton was of average height and had a slightly plump build. His black hair was always slicked back and he had a nearly trimmed beard and moustache. His wardrobe cost more than most agents made in a year and he had an affinity for expensive jewellery. Despite his largesse he was also a lecherous character who was used to getting his own way. He had assumed that things would be no different with the lovely Samantha but the last time he had attempted to seduce her she had nearly broken his jaw. Nevertheless, Samantha’s superiors decided that he had information they needed and his obvious interest in Agent Storm made her the ideal conduit.
I would expect nothing less from a man named Hugo Sexton.
Samantha’s colleague, Agent Angela Blaze took great delight in Samantha’s discomfort at this situation and teased her frequently.

As Samantha prepared for this evening’s meet, Angela had decided to have some fun at her expense.

“So Sam, when you coax information out of Sexton, do you have an unobstructed view of the ceiling?” She said with a mischievous grin.

“You’ll have an unobstructed view of the infirmary if you keep this up, Angie.” Samantha had retorted.
This banter is fun and makes the world and Sam and Angie’s friendship feel lived in.
Samantha surreptitiously looked at her Omega Seamaster and let out a small sigh of frustration. To have to deal with a character like Sexton was bad enough but to be kept waiting just added insult to injury.
Seamaster. A nice touch.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the two men come away from the railings and move towards her, one on either side.

The smoker spoke first, “Miss Storm, Miss Samantha Storm.” When she nodded he smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Arthur Jeffries, I work for Mr Sexton’s security team. This is my partner, Mitch Clark.”

“Well I am supposed to meet your employer and he’s late.” Samantha said.

Jeffries nodded. “Well as you know Mr Sexton is a vary cautious character. Recently he has become concerned over some security issues and is taking more precautions than normal.”

“So where is he?” Samantha asked, crossing her arms. “I don’t appreciate being messed around like this.”

Jeffries nodded out across the bay to a large luxury yacht, which Samantha recognised from the Agency’s files on Sexton. “Mr Sexton is keen to meet with you. He is onboard his yacht. If you’ll accompany us, ma’am, we have a motor launch waiting.”

“Well let’s go, then.” Samantha replied.

In short order the small motor launch pulled up alongside Sexton’s yacht and Samantha climbed aboard to be greeted by an armed guard who escorted her below deck to Sexton’s sumptuously furnished quarters.

Samantha was led into a surprisingly large room, which featured oak-panelled walls, a long leather couch and a small conference table.

At the far end of the room Sexton stood gazing out of the window at the glittering lights of the bay, his hands clasped behind his back. No doubt he was trying to effect the impression of a classical leader surveying his possessions.

He wore a navy blue blazer and white pants and shoes. Samantha didn’t need him to turn round to know that he would have a red cravat at this throat.

Sexton turned to look at Samantha and his face broke into a wide wolfish smile. He opened his arms wide and crossed the room to meet her. “Samantha, my dear!” He bellowed heartily. His fleshy, well-manicured fingers grasped her shoulders, kneading them as he stepped in to kiss her on each cheek.

“Well I must say you look as radiant as ever,” he gushed, his eyes greedily stripping the clothes from her body.
That’s a very good description.
“Pleasure to see you too, Hugo.” She muttered, her tone of voice indicated it was anything but. She stepped back and put her hands on her hips. “Now why didn’t you keep to the arrangement we had? What’s going on?”

Sexton shrugged apologetically. “Well what can I tell you, my darling? Lately I have uncovered some disturbing information leaks within my organisation. This is costing me money. A little paranoia is always healthy in my line of work and I can never be too sure who to trust.”

Samantha took this in without expression. “Well your house cleaning matters are your own affair. I fail to see what this has to do with our arrangement.”

Sexton waggled a bejewelled finger, “Ah but you see, my lovely, it has everything to do with you. How can I be sure that you aren’t somehow leaving our little trysts with more than you let on? For all I know you could be bristling with hidden surveillance equipment. Your technical division has made amazing leaps in the field of miniaturisation.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “That’s ridiculous.”

The information broker raised his palms in supplication. “Samantha, as you know I cherish our little ‘tête-à-têtes’ but one can never be too careful. I would feel very hurt if I thought you were betraying me. It would definitely cause irreparable damage to our relationship.”

“So we have an impasse, then?” Samantha muttered, suppressing a note of exasperation.

Sexton smiled again, but the smile did not reach his eyes. “Perhaps not. A gesture of faith may help. If you agree to submit to a thorough search I will be assured of your virtue.”

“That’s lame, even for you.” Samantha retorted, but knowing that he had her in a corner. “Will that give you a cheap thrill if I let you frisk me?”

Sexton pressed his palms together. “Oh I fear you misunderstand me. I am a man of course and you are a ravishing young woman but this is business. One of my security officers will perform the search. She is an expert in this field.”
Oh this is going to be fun.
“It doesn’t look like I have a lot of choice.” Samantha glowered.

Sexton smiled and pressed a button on his intercom panel. “Have Major Kraus join us in the state room. We are ready for her now.”

...

A knock at the door of the yacht’s stateroom signalled the arrival of Major Patricia Kraus.

Samantha could not help but be impressed but the newcomer’s appearance. Samantha stood 5’7” herself but the Major was probably 6’ tall. She was deeply tanned with short, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that shone with arrogance. She combined a powerful seductive figure with angular features that gave her the formidable beauty of a Valkyrie. She was dressed in a tailored navy blue pinstripe suit, a white silk blouse and black boots. The suit emphasised her dangerous curves and her partially unbuttoned blouse displayed an impressive cleavage
I think I’m in luuuuuuve.
“Major Patricia Kraus, please meet Agent Samantha Storm.” Sexton said as if he was introducing people at a party.

“Fraulein Storm, it is a great honour and pleasure to meet you.” Patricia said in a clipped German accent. She gave Samantha a bone-crushing handshake. She smiled baring her brilliant white teeth and looked the brunette up and down with obvious interest. “In our world your exploits are legendary.”

“Thanks.” Samantha replied without much enthusiasm.

Sexton settled into the leather couch. “Well, Major, you may begin, and please ensure that you conduct yourself with utmost professionalism. Samantha is a very dear friend of mine.” The wolfish grin returned.

Samantha just rolled her eyes.

Kraus nodded. “Agentin Storm, deine Jacke und Botten bitte. Ach, I mean your jacket and boots please.”

Samantha shrugged out of her black suede jacket, unzipped and removed her boots and passed the items to Kraus. She had to admire the diligence and concentration with which Kraus carefully checked the pockets, contents, linings, stitchings, zippers, buttons and heels.

Presently, Kraus looked up. “Now Samantha, please raise your arms out to the sides. I must search your person.”

Leather creaked as Sexton shifted on the couch to get a better view of the proceedings.

Kraus patted Samantha down thoroughly and efficiently from head to toe. She quickly discovered the small stiletto blade sheathed on Samantha’s left forearm and the small .25 calibre pistol holstered on her right ankle.

The Major presented these items to Sexton. “Nothing out of the ordinary. These are the kind of personal protection items I would expect such an agent to carry.”

“Of course. We know that she is capable to taking care of herself,” he rubbed his jaw and grinned at Samantha” but it is broadcast equipment, surveillance tools I am interested in. Be thorough, very thorough.”
Sexton is so understandable and yet he feels so slimy.
Kraus nodded curtly and turned back to Samantha.

She started by running her hands through Samantha’s thick shoulder length hair. Finding nothing, she re-applied her hands to Samantha and began to check around the collar of her shirt. Samantha stared straight ahead and in doing so she missed the knowing smile that vanished from Kraus’s face as quickly as it arrived.

Samantha felt the Major run her fingers in and out of her shirt. It tickled her throat slightly but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. She was inwardly relieved that at least she was unlikely to be tickle tortured today. Just as this thought occurred to her she felt a sharp jab at the side of her neck.
Talk about tempting fate.
“Ow!” Samantha stepped back and slapped at her neck. “What the hell was that? A mosquito or…”

She looked up to the see the Major smiling smugly, between forefinger and thumb the glacial blonde was holding a small rubber bulb with a hypodermic needle attached. A single drop of clear liquid oozed from the needle and fell to the floor as if in slow motion. Samantha swayed slightly, all of a sudden she felt a little unsteady on her feet. She knew she had been drugged.

“What the hell…?” Her voice was little more than a whisper. She quickly bent to her right ankle to grab her gun only to remember that Kraus had already taken it from her.

As she stood back up, the room seemed to spin. She heard Sexton chuckle menacingly behind her.

Samantha lurched forwards, furious at herself for being suckered. She shot her hand out towards the Major’s jaw in a palm heel strike but the drug had robbed her of her usual speed and she stumbled to her knees.

She was down on all fours shaking her head and trying to clear it. “What the hell have you done to me?” She mumbled through the fog that clouded her mind.

“Just a little something to put a check on that feisty nature of yours.” Kraus replied. “Don’t worry, there are no lasting side effects.”

Samantha crawled towards to the leather couch, each step seemed a gargantuan effort.

Kraus and Sexton lifted her and carried her to the couch where she soon found herself lying back, arched across Sexton’s lap and blinking up at him.

“Let me appraise you of the situation, my darling.” He began pompously, ogling her like a glutton before a delicious meal. “I have always tried to maintain amicable relationships in business but when I tried to be amicable with you, you nearly broke my jaw. Now I am a very generous human being and I can forgive you for that but a man in my position cannot let such a slight go unpunished.”

“You’re making a big mistake.” Samantha slurred in defiance. “You think Section 7 will stand for you treating an agent in this way.”

Sexton smiled lecherously. “I think the mighty Section 7 is more concerned about the information I can provide.” He laughed heartily and winked at his blonde security officer.

“Now know this,” he continued, “you are completely under my power here. I can do whatever I like with you.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and stared deeply into her unfocused blue eyes, relishing the moment.

“And there are so many things I could think of-” He stroked a slow path down her throat to lightly trace her collarbones and explore the deep “V” created by the open collar of her shirt. “-so many enjoyable things.”

Samantha struggled to clear her head of the narcotic effects of the drug, she willed her muscles to action but she could not escape the jubilant voice of Hugo Sexton.

Sexton’s eyes had grown heavy lidded with lust. With a tinge of regret he blinked out of his fantasies and withdrew his hands, smoothing Samantha’s shirt collar. “Such temptation, but I am a professional and this is a business relationship. As you know I am an information broker.” He stoked her hair. “I know a lot of things about you, my darling. I know you the last CD you bought, the last movie you went to see,” the lecherous grin returned and his eyes crawled over her tight shirtfront, “I know you buy your lingerie from Victoria’s Secret and like the feel of satin and silk next to your lovely skin.”
Well if he knows all of that…
Major Kraus chuckled in the background, enjoying both Samantha’s discomfort and the thought of what was to come.

“But imagine my surprise at what a little deeper research uncovered, particularly concerning a mission of yours in Bogota…”

Samantha’s eyes were big as saucers and her heart bean to pound as she took in what Sexton said. A single droplet of sweat escaped from her hairline and ran down her cheek. Surely he couldn’t mean…

“Oh yes, my beauty. Behind the official story of your capture and heroic escape from the Chavez cartel compound I learnt that you were interrogated for a while.”

Samantha was nearly frantic. They knew!

Sexton continued, “And you were interrogated in a most unusual fashion.” He punctuated his words by tapping her lightly on the nose with a fingertip. “Your tormentors tickled and teased that beautiful body of yours over and over and over.” He chuckled as he saw the fear register in her eyes. “Well guess what? The delectable Major Kraus is an expert in tickle torture and she is going to take great pleasure in refreshing those memories for you.”

Kraus stepped forward, leering down at Samantha, a cold smile on her face. “In case you are wondering how we know about your little weakness, I will tell you. Miss Ramirez is close associate of mine, ja? She mentored me in the art of tickle torture and when you escaped you humiliated her. You never got to feel the full extent of her talents but I am going to relish giving you a full taste of them now, liebchen.”
The specter of Ramirez persists, looming large, immortal, almost more symbol than woman at this point.
“Oh hell no.” Samantha gulped in disbelief. She tried to struggle as the Valkyrie advanced on her, a roll of thick grey duct tape in her hands.

Samantha managed to squirm in Sexton’s lap but was unable to muster an effective struggle. Her bearded captor chuckled and stroked her forehead. “No point struggling, my dear. Just accept your punishment like a good little girl or I’ll turn you over and spank your cute little bottom. Besides, from what I hear, the tickling can also make you feel good, hmmmm?”

Samantha twitched her toes in their socks as Kraus sat at the end of the couch and wound a long strip of tape around her ankles and then repeated the process just below and just above her knees.
Well at least she has her socks.
Once the Major was satisfied with her work she looked up at Sexton. “I think she’s ready now, that little concoction I jabbed her with will not last too much longer so let’s take her through.”

“Oh absolutely,” Sexton gushed. “I am aching to see you two lovely girls spend some quality time together.”

Sexton took hold of Samantha under her arms and Kraus grabbed her by the ankles. As she did so, she dragged her blood red nails against Samantha’s tightly bound soles and was rewarded with a startled yelp.

“Oho, I think this will be much fun.” Kraus chirruped. “I think you’ll be impressed Samantha, we have a special room prepared just for you. A tickling dungeon if you will.”

Samantha felt the soporific effect of the drugs begin wear off but it was too little too late. She was bound and trapped on Sexton’s ship and being spirited away to suffer the sadistic intentions of her captors.

TO BE CONTINUED…
Looking forward to the rest. Samantha in a tickling dungeon, gonna be great.
 
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