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Cloak and Feather 6 (Part 3)

suikoden

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Sorry for the delay on this. If you've been waiting I hope it proves to be worth the wait. Please let me know what you think. :)

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The atmosphere in the tickle torture room was electric.

Patricia Kraus slowly climbed up onto the ticking rack and straddled the thighs of the half-naked, aroused and trembling Samantha Storm. The brunette’s breathing was quick and nervous as she watched the blonde gloated down at her, idly twirling the long red feather between her fingers.

A low chuckle rumbled from Kraus’s throat as she watched her helpless prisoner shiver in anticipation. She reflected that in some ways the delicious anticipation apparent in the face and body of a victim was almost as pleasurable as the tickling itself.

The blonde leaned forward, and propped herself up on elbow at the side of Samantha’s head. She pressed her body against Samantha’s to hold her in place and then began to stroke the tip of her feather under her nose. Samantha wrinkled her nose and tried to blow the feather away from her but Kraus kept it there, fluttering it in a teasing fashion, keeping Samantha on the verge of sneezing.

“Annoying, isn’t it?” Kraus said, before adding ominously. “But it’s just a taster of what I have in store for you!”

The German shifted her weight and used her right hand to pin Samantha’s left arm firmly against the tickling rack, just below the elbow. She then traced the inside of Samantha’s elbow with the feather and began to trail its ticklish tip along the curve of her upper arm.

Samantha squirmed helplessly. Between the cuffs of the rack and the pressing weight of her tormentor there was nothing she could do but grit her teeth as she felt the feather drift ever closer to her smooth underarm.
“Oooo…shit!” She mumbled shakily through gritted teeth.

“I can feel you trying to hold that lovely musical laughter in, Samantha.” Kraus teased. She ground her hips against the brunette’s. “I can feel it bubbling up in your tummy. Let’s see if I can help you release it.”

Kraus flicked the tip of her feather in Samantha’s armpit and was rewarded with a small gasp. The tip flicked again. And again. And again. And again. Samantha’s face was a mask of concentration but the feather’s caress wore her down quickly.

Her first peals of laughter were shaky and silent, accompanied by tears streaking from the corners of her tightly shut eyes. Then came the unbidden giggles, punctuated with gulps. Finally the long wavering gales of mirth erupted forth. Samantha threw her head back and laughed with abandon. “Noooo…hahahaha…fuck off! Shi-hii-hiii-hiiiiiitttt! Wheee heheheeeee…(gulp) Nyahhhh hahahahaaaa I haaate you!!! Heeeheeheehee.”

Kraus was delighted. As she brushed the red feather in Samantha’s left armpit, while her fingernails began to feast on the right one. She hunkered down and began to lavish a series of ticklish nibbles and kisses on Samantha’s elegant throat.

The poor agent was going out of her mind. She was pressed firmly into the bonds of the tickling rack while her sensitive skin was subjected to an excruciatingly sensual tickle attack. She shook her head from side to side but was unable to find any relief.

The insatiable German taunted her in between the ticklish licks and kisses. “Well you did try to seduce me, Samantha (slurp) so, mmm delicious (nibble) I have decided to meet you halfway (mwahhh!) We’ll have some sexy fun together but I am still going to (slurp) tick-tick-tickle you! Does that sound fair?”

Samantha barely even registered the words and Kraus didn’t care if she answered. Kraus let her fingers and lips dance all over the brunette’s skin and enjoyed the electrified thrashings of her body.

“Ah, Samantha, are you ignoring me?” Kraus took a firm hold of Samantha’s jaw. “Perhaps I should clean your ears for you.” She took her feather and began to flick its tip lightly over the shell-like contours of Samantha’s ears. The witless agent squealed and giggled as the feather’s tendrils stroked every sensitive millimetre of her ears.

“Ti-ti-ti!” The feather circled Samantha’s ears. “Tick-tick-tick!” The feather brushed lovingly against her neck. “Tickle-TICKLE-TIIIICKLE!!” The feather whirled and pirouetted in the hollow of Samantha’s gurgling throat.

Sexton took a deep breath in through his nose and exhaled slowly through his mouth. He was shaking with excitement and as he watched his blonde officer tease and grind against her lovely captive he knew that things were only going to get more interesting. He dabbed sweat from his brow and licked his lips in expectation.

Kraus began to trace Samantha’s breasts with the feather. Back and forth the teasing tendrils flowed. She never once touched Samantha’s perky nipples but as the feather brushed all around them the inevitably stiffened and aroused anyway, still glistening with a sheen of the German’s saliva.

“Mmm.” Krause chuckled. “Yesssss, you like that don’t you. Oh yes, I can tell.”

Samantha’s giggles and squirming gave way to a low moaning and sensual writhing. She tried to rub her thighs together; something which did not go unnoticed by her tormentor. Once again the German lowered her mouth to Samantha’s beautiful mounds and began to suck slowly on her nipples, which were screaming for attention. They responded quickly and eagerly to her sinuous tongue, becoming hard and rubbery.

Kraus continued to nuzzle and kiss Samantha’s breasts but now her nails began to rake softly in her armpits. Samantha squealed with laughter, her mind tortured by the contradictory attentions the German paid her.

The German giggled with fiendish glee and used her fingernails to ever so gently tickle Samantha’s jiggling breasts. She laughed with delight at the moaning and squirming created in her captive and treated her to quick pinches of the nipples from time to time.

Once Samantha’s breasts were suitably aroused and her nipples suitably erect, Kraus retrieved her red feather. With loving precision she dragged it back and forth along Samantha’s throbbing buds. Each stroke of the feather created a sensation so excruciating yet so enjoyable that Samantha thought her brain would melt.

But the fiendish German wasn’t ready for Samantha to fade out just yet. She tightened the grip of her thighs around Samantha’s hips, discarded the feather and plunged her fingers into the brunette’s inviting ribs.

“Nyeeehaaahahaaaa. No No NOOO! HAHAHAHAAAAA…” Samantha screamed with laughter, her entire body was now tingling with laughter. Her hair was a wild tangled mane; her shaking body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, there were goose bumps on her upper arms and growing moistness between her quivering thighs.

Kraus’s mouth split in a wide smile and she attacked Samantha’s ribs with gusto. She squeezed them like an accordion and played her fingers over them like a piano. She used the tips of her fingers and thumbs to rub those ribbies from end to end and she kneaded her knuckles against them, working at the gaps between the ribs where the soft skin was stretched taut. Al the while her efforts continued to evoke rich, vibrating laughter from the helpless Samantha Storm.

The German kept this effort up for ages, varying rhythm and technique to constantly keep Samantha for becoming used to the tickling. After a while she felt as if her fingers might start to cramp so she took a break and wiped the back of her hand against her brow.

“Phew, Samantha. Tickling you is such thirsty work but also so rewarding.” Kraus took a plastic bottle of water, popped the cap and drained half of it in a single gulp. She gently cradled the back of Samantha’s head and raised the bottle to her lips. Samantha tried to drink but inevitably most of the water splashed down her neck and trickled over her breasts.

“Careful, Samantha. You don’t want to drink too much. You don’t want to end up peeing in your jeans do you?” The German teased.

Samantha pouted sulkily at the woman straddling her thighs. “Haven’t you had enough fun yet?” She hissed through gritted teeth.

Kraus flashed a twinkly smile at her. She didn’t even bother to respond. Instead she raised her fingers above Samantha’s body and began to bicycle them furiously.

A pained expression came over Samantha’s face and she started to squirm slightly. Kraus let the fingers hover over her vulnerable skin, taking careful note as to which areas produced the most ragged breathing and squirming.

The anticipation was driving Samantha insane. She felt as if every nerve ending in her body was buzzing and the mere presence of the fingers waggling over her was enough to induce hysteria. “Stop it! Stop it.” She squealed.

The blonde laughed softly. “Where shall I tickle next? Tickle you here?” Her fingers brushed Samantha’s neck. “Tickle you there? She fluttered her digits over her hip. “Where are you super ticklish, hmmm?”

Samantha felt tears of frustration well up in her eyes. Damn this woman and her insatiable appetites.

Kraus licked her lips and began to claw lightly at Samantha’s quivering belly. Samantha’s reaction was savage, her back arched off the bed and she screamed with laughter. Her head whipped from side to side as Kraus leisurely applied ticklish belly strokes.

Sexton was on the edge of the couch, almost ready to pitch into space. Unconsciously his hand moved towards the front of his pants. He didn’t think he could hold out much longer.

Samantha laughed and laughed and laughed much to the delight of Major Kraus. The German’s fingers probed, pressed, fluttered and pinched all over Samantha’s taut tummy. The agent was in excellent physical condition and her blonde tormentor marvelled at the play in her muscles as she wriggled and squirmed. She loved the way Samantha’s sexy little belly button stretched into an oval and then returned to it’s perfect “o” shape as her back arched and her muscles contracted. Yes, it was time to torment that delicious dimple.

Kraus picked up her feather and began to brush it against the rim of Samantha’s navel using long slow strokes. Samantha tried to flattened herself into the rack. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were screwed shut but still laughter rippled her from within causing her shudder slightly whilst her breasts jiggled delightfully.

Now the tip of the feather brushed into the dimple of Samantha’s navel, fluttering over the sensitive skin at its centre. Samantha shook with barely restrained laughter; Kraus pursed her lips and blew a stream of cold air on the tantalising tummy. The she reversed the feather and wiggled the tip of the stalk where the feather had just brushed.

“Bwahahahahaaaaa.” Samantha couldn’t hold the laughter in anymore and it exploded out of her. “No NOO NOOOO…Stop it…no more…PLEEEASE! HAHAHAHA…” The tickling sensations in her belly radiated out like shockwaves through her body and she rubbed her thighs together.

Kraus kept the stalk twirling away, interspersing this with quick bouts of tickles using her pinkie finger. “Mmm, I love to tickle helpless little belly buttons."” She chuckled. “And yours is just lovely.” She put her feather down and pressed her face against Samantha’s tummy. Inhaling her wonderful perfume. Then she sealed her lips around her navel and sucked hard, probing away with the tip of her tongue.

Samantha gasped aloud and then her head snapped back as hoarse, silent laughter vibrated in her throat.

Kraus licked away at Samantha’s bellybutton while her fingers raked lightly at her sides. The distraught agent giggled and bucked and squealed, thrashing like a mad woman. As the German nibbled away Samantha’s tender tummy, she let one hand drift between her legs and the over slid higher to caress the brunette’s breasts and lightly pinch and play with her nipples.

Samantha began to moan at this triple threat. Her mind was on the verge of cracking. Why couldn’t this damn woman either just take her or just knock her out. The way she was keeping her on a razor’s edge was sheer torment.

The German was happily devouring her ticklish feast and now she began to crawl back up Samantha’s body, kissing, licking and tickling as she went. She nibbled Samantha’s neck and lips and ground against her. “So Samantha, are you enjoying yourself? I am having a lovely time and from that warmth I can feel in your jeans I think you certainly are.”

Samantha tired to move her head away but she was unable to escape being sensually frisked by the German’s hands and lips. “Stop struggling, Samantha, let’s snuggle.” Her captor murmured. Kraus sat back up and let out a sigh. She was getting pretty hot herself now but things were about to get even hotter for her sexy prisoner.

“This is your trademark isn’t it?” Kraus said, her index finger traced the lightning bolt emblem on Samantha’s belt buckle. “You must think you are some kind of superhero. But to me you are just super ticklish.”

Sexton’s hand pressed over his crotch again. He dared not blink; he was willing the beautiful German to do what he would have done in the situation.

Samantha’s heart thudded in her chest. She looked down to see the blonde tug at her belt buckle, a hungry look in her eyes. Samantha started trembling as the German pulled her belt loose and attacked the buttons on her jeans. Kraus raised herself up onto her knees and shuffled back, tugging Samantha’s jeans down and exposing a pair of black silky panties with a growing damp patch in the crotch. As Samantha’s ankles were tied to opposite corners of the rack Kraus was unable to pull her jeans all the way down. She got them past mid-thigh which was as far as she needed.

“Now, Samantha, I can have some nice fun with you. I guarantee this will make you feel good too.” And with that she began to stroke Samantha’s creamy smooth inner-thighs with her feather.

“Fuck you.” Samantha growled shakily. She groaned with a mixture of despair and pleasure as the tickling fingernails and feather travelled upwards towards her quivering womanhood.

“Awww. Defiant to the last.” Kraus pouted. She didn’t touch Samantha’s dripping pussy yet, she just let her fingers explore all round the edges of her panties and “picking her pockets” to tickle her hips. Samantha was convulsing lightly with shaky laughter as the fires grew within her loins and she felt herself becoming enveloped with liquid warmth.

Kraus leaned forward and took one of Samantha’s nipples into her mouth, sucking gently on it as she continued to skilfully evoke shaky laughter with her knowing fingers.

Samantha gave in. She shut her eyes and licked her lips as the German’s fingers and tongue slowly explored her most sensitive areas.

Kraus pressed her fingers against Samantha’s pussy and tickled her through damp silk, multiplying the sensation a hundred fold. Samantha moaned a little more and was rewarded with a more pressure from the German’s fingers.

Samantha’s breath shortened and quickened. Her chest rose and fell and her eyes rolled giddily. She felt a hot rush between her thighs and her hips bucked as a mind-blowing orgasm exploded through her body.

Kraus continued to stroke and tickle Samantha as she came. The German didn’t stop until the last ecstatic spasm was spent and all the bewildered brunette could do was lie there panting. She climbed off the tickling rack and sniffed her fingers, inhaling the scent of Samantha’s sex, pleased with her efforts. She stroked Samantha’s hair out of her eyes and peered down at her. “I told you that would feel good, didn’t I?”

Samantha nodded. The orgasm that had ripped through her had left her totally drained and she felt as if she was on another planet.

Kraus smiled evilly. “And I am sure you know just how much more ticklish the body is after a ticklish orgasm?”

At those words, Samantha’s eyes snapped open and she opened her mouth to protest. Kraus quickly stuffed a balled up silk scarf into Samantha’s mouth and then her nails descended mercilessly.

Samantha’s muffled screams of laughter were absolutely frantic. Krause tickled her like a woman possessed. Her relentless nails reddened Samantha’s skin as she danced back and forth, tickling everything she could reach. She raked at Samantha’s soles, feathered her armpits and blew long raspberries on her aching tummy. Adrenaline allowed her to keep this up for a few minutes but then she too was spent.

The German turned tiredly to Sexton and gave a theatrical bow. “I trust you enjoyed this evening’s performance.

Sexton looked as if he was about to explode. “That was the most incredible fucking thing I have seen in my entire life.” He said, and he meant it too.

Kraus nodded curtly pleased with her praise. She turned her attention back to Samantha and pulled the scarf from her mouth. It was dripping with saliva.

“Well this is ruined.” She said, regarding the scarf unhappily. She looked at Samantha’s crotch. “And so are those panties, darling. You can’t go home in those.” Before Samantha could protest the blonde ripped her panties off and tossed them on the floor with her scarf.

Kraus took her time undoing Samantha’s bonds and then pulled her up roughly into a sitting position. “Up you get.” She sang.

Samantha’s feet hit the floor but she didn’t even have the strength to stand and crumpled into a heap, painfully aware that her bare ass was sticking up in plain view. She wriggled around and started tugging her jeans up with difficulty.

Sexton and Kraus watched her struggle. They didn’t offer to help her, this was all part of their humiliation for her.

Eventually Samantha had her jeans fastened and buckled. “Can I have the rest of my clothes now?” She said through gritted teeth. Sexton tossed a bundle of clothes at her. She looked up at them, “I seem to be missing something.” She hated asking them for anything after what they had put her through.

“Indeed.” Sexton beamed. “I thought I’d keep your bra as a little souvenir of us.” He blew her a kiss which made Kraus chuckle.

Samantha muttered a variety of expletives under her breath as she buttoned her shirt and pulled on her socks and boots.

Sexton summoned a guard who arrived promptly. “Miss Storm is going ashore now. Please ensure that she is escorted safely.”

They watched her go and when she was out of sight Sexton let out a ragged sigh and flopped down on the couch.

“Aww. Are you feeling a little tense, my dear.” Kraus asked, pouting.

“I’m feeling a lot tense.” He replied, reaching for her.

“Well let’s see what we can do about that, then.” She murmured. She sat down next to him and he buried his face in her cleavage and then began undoing the buttons on her blouse. Patricia Kraus smiled and reached for the zipper on his pants…

A guard escorted Samantha above decks and the motor launch she had arrived in took her back to the pier. Her too escorts exchanged knowing grins the whole time. Samantha glowered in the knowledge that her ordeal was a source of amusement for Sexton’s crew.

Angela Blaze met her at their rendezvous. Her smile quickly faded when she saw Samantha’s state. “Holy shit, Sam. What the hell happened?” She asked with genuine concern.

“That bastard wanted to get me alone on his boat. He had one of Miss Ramirez’ proteges waiting for me there.”

Angela blanched. “Oh no, are you OK?” A little over a year ago Samantha had come to her rescue when she was in a similar position and she felt terrible that she hadn’t been able to repay the favour.

Samantha shrugged and managed a smile. “You know me, Angie. It’ll take more than those bastards can dish out to break me.”

Angela put an arm round her colleague’s shoulders and led her to her car. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.



Epilogue

A few months later…

Patricia Kraus awoke from a deep and dreamless sleep. She yawned and stretched overhead, arching herself like a panther. She went to pull her arms down but her wrists were stuck fast. She shook her wrists and heard the gentle clink of chain links.

Her eyes opened in panic. She was strapped to a large padded table in an anonymous grey room. What the hell was going on? She looked down to see that she was still clothed but her boots were missing. Who had done this to her? She tugged again at bindings. The cuffs may have been soft but they were incredibly strong.

The creak of a door sounded to her left. She snapped her head round to look and saw Samantha Storm leaning against the doorframe. Kraus couldn’t believe it. Her mouth goldfished but no words came out. There was the beautiful agent in a black jacket, black turtleneck and jeans, smiling impassively at her.

Finally Kraus recovered the power of speech. “You…What the…what its going on here, what is the meaning of this?”

Samantha yawned and crossed her arms.

“You know who I am. You know who I work for, you are making a big mistake!” Kraus continued defiantly.

“Yeah, that’s right. You work for Hugo Sexton.” Samantha said, her blue eyes were ice cold. “That ridiculous fool thought he could sell information to the other side. Well as you can imagine we can’t stand for that so we have taken measures.”

Kraus was taken aback. “But what does that have to do with me? I am part of his security detail, not an information broker.”

Samantha contemplated her fingernails. “Dunno. We’ll probably write it up as conspiracy, guilty by association or something. The fact is, you had this coming.”

“What do you mean?” Kraus asked a little nervously.

Samantha looked over her shoulder. “Care to join us, Angie.”

A pretty redhead dressed in a black T-shirt and BDU pants appeared in the doorway with Samantha. She hooked her thumbs in her belt and whistled. “Wow, she looks like quite a catch. I’m gonna have all sorts of fun with her.”

“You see, you aren’t the only one who has made an art out of tickling. Compared to Angela Blaze you’re playing in the minor leagues.” Samantha said.

Kraus’s lip trembled nervously; she fought to control it. “Humph, you are wasting your time, I am not ticklish.” She lied.

“Liar, liar pants on fire!” Angela sang, waggling an accusing finger.

“You two ready to get acquainted?” Samantha asked.

“Oh sure, I got all sorts of new toys and devices I wanna try out.”

“Cool, guess I’ll leave you to it.” Samantha waved at Patricia Kraus and walked out of the room, ignoring the pleas, protests and threats that followed her. It looked like Angie would need to start with a gag today.

Further down the corridor she heard a pompous voice protesting in shaky panic-filled tones. She put her head round the door to see Hugo Sexton gesticulating madly at two of Samantha’s fellow agents.

Young Danny Kim sat in a chair reading Sports Illustrated, ignoring the wailing Sexton. Albert Johnson stood with his arms crossed. Johnson sported a 6 foot 3 frame packed with lean muscle, a bald bullet head and a no-nonsense demeanour.

Sexton was too stupid to read the danger signs and prodded his finger into Johnson’s granite chest and even made a careless remark about Johnson’s African-American heritage. “I’ll have you strung up for this you miserable cretin.” He shouted angrily.

Johnson shoved him back with a palm so hard that the prisoner ended up on his ass. “Now you listen to me you piece of shit. Either you do what I tell you or I’ll have you in max security so fast your feet won’t touch the ground. Those boys won’t give a damn about who you are back in the world, you'll be answering to the name “bitch” and wearing a dress!”

Sexton swallowed nervously. The he noticed Samantha in the doorway. “Samantha!” He cried. “Oh God, this must all be a terrible mistake.”

“Uh-uh.” She said with a shake of the head. “You should learn who your friends are. You’ve been talking to the wrong people.”

Sexton knew he was beaten. He regarded her balefully. “I suppose you are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Samantha leaned in close and grabbed him by the lapels. “Guess what, Hughie, payback’s a bitch. And so am I.”

She pushed him back towards Danny Kim. Unfortunately rather than catch him Kim carried on reading his magazine but he stuck out a leg and for the second time in five minutes the chubby information dealer landed on his butt.

Johnson nodded and winked at Samantha. She smiled and winked back.

As she left the room she heard the powerful Johnson yelling at the hapless Sexton. “You think I enjoy this? I said grab your ankles maggot or we gotta do this the hard way.” There was the sound of a latex glove being snapped on. Then Johnson continued. “Ah shit, Danny, all you had to remember was the lube. Well, Hugh’s a big boy, I’m sure he can take it.”

Samantha smiled and shook her head. She knew she could rely on her team to exact a suitable revenge. Hugo Sexton and Patricia Kraus were about to learn that it was not a good idea to mess with Samantha Storm.


The End
 
EXCELLENT finish!!!! i have always loved the adventures of Samantha Storm and this one just keeps me wanting more...
 
Excellent story! I am a huge fan of this series! Keep 'em coming!

Jeff
 
Great job! I love the eroticism and tickling combined. That sinister deviant Kraus is just what Samantha needed. ;)
 
Sorry for the delay on this. If you've been waiting I hope it proves to be worth the wait. Please let me know what you think. :)

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The atmosphere in the tickle torture room was electric.

Patricia Kraus slowly climbed up onto the ticking rack and straddled the thighs of the half-naked, aroused and trembling Samantha Storm. The brunette’s breathing was quick and nervous as she watched the blonde gloated down at her, idly twirling the long red feather between her fingers.

A low chuckle rumbled from Kraus’s throat as she watched her helpless prisoner shiver in anticipation. She reflected that in some ways the delicious anticipation apparent in the face and body of a victim was almost as pleasurable as the tickling itself.

The blonde leaned forward, and propped herself up on elbow at the side of Samantha’s head. She pressed her body against Samantha’s to hold her in place and then began to stroke the tip of her feather under her nose. Samantha wrinkled her nose and tried to blow the feather away from her but Kraus kept it there, fluttering it in a teasing fashion, keeping Samantha on the verge of sneezing.
That’s new. Not tickle torture but surely not pleasant.
“Annoying, isn’t it?” Kraus said, before adding ominously. “But it’s just a taster of what I have in store for you!”

The German shifted her weight and used her right hand to pin Samantha’s left arm firmly against the tickling rack, just below the elbow. She then traced the inside of Samantha’s elbow with the feather and began to trail its ticklish tip along the curve of her upper arm.

Samantha squirmed helplessly. Between the cuffs of the rack and the pressing weight of her tormentor there was nothing she could do but grit her teeth as she felt the feather drift ever closer to her smooth underarm.
“Oooo…shit!” She mumbled shakily through gritted teeth.

“I can feel you trying to hold that lovely musical laughter in, Samantha.” Kraus teased. She ground her hips against the brunette’s. “I can feel it bubbling up in your tummy. Let’s see if I can help you release it.”

Kraus flicked the tip of her feather in Samantha’s armpit and was rewarded with a small gasp. The tip flicked again. And again. And again. And again. Samantha’s face was a mask of concentration but the feather’s caress wore her down quickly.
Still unbroken. Samantha is such a trooper for someone so ticklish.
Her first peals of laughter were shaky and silent, accompanied by tears streaking from the corners of her tightly shut eyes. Then came the unbidden giggles, punctuated with gulps. Finally the long wavering gales of mirth erupted forth. Samantha threw her head back and laughed with abandon. “Noooo…hahahaha…fuck off! Shi-hii-hiii-hiiiiiitttt! Wheee heheheeeee…(gulp) Nyahhhh hahahahaaaa I haaate you!!! Heeeheeheehee.”
Just delightful
Kraus was delighted. As she brushed the red feather in Samantha’s left armpit, while her fingernails began to feast on the right one. She hunkered down and began to lavish a series of ticklish nibbles and kisses on Samantha’s elegant throat.

The poor agent was going out of her mind. She was pressed firmly into the bonds of the tickling rack while her sensitive skin was subjected to an excruciatingly sensual tickle attack. She shook her head from side to side but was unable to find any relief.
Oh. My. Gawd. Kraus is the best!
The insatiable German taunted her in between the ticklish licks and kisses. “Well you did try to seduce me, Samantha (slurp) so, mmm delicious (nibble) I have decided to meet you halfway (mwahhh!) We’ll have some sexy fun together but I am still going to (slurp) tick-tick-tickle you! Does that sound fair?”
That’s relatively fair.
Samantha barely even registered the words and Kraus didn’t care if she answered. Kraus let her fingers and lips dance all over the brunette’s skin and enjoyed the electrified thrashings of her body.

“Ah, Samantha, are you ignoring me?” Kraus took a firm hold of Samantha’s jaw. “Perhaps I should clean your ears for you.” She took her feather and began to flick its tip lightly over the shell-like contours of Samantha’s ears. The witless agent squealed and giggled as the feather’s tendrils stroked every sensitive millimetre of her ears.

“Ti-ti-ti!” The feather circled Samantha’s ears. “Tick-tick-tick!” The feather brushed lovingly against her neck. “Tickle-TICKLE-TIIIICKLE!!” The feather whirled and pirouetted in the hollow of Samantha’s gurgling throat.

Sexton took a deep breath in through his nose and exhaled slowly through his mouth. He was shaking with excitement and as he watched his blonde officer tease and grind against her lovely captive he knew that things were only going to get more interesting. He dabbed sweat from his brow and licked his lips in expectation.

Kraus began to trace Samantha’s breasts with the feather. Back and forth the teasing tendrils flowed. She never once touched Samantha’s perky nipples but as the feather brushed all around them the inevitably stiffened and aroused anyway, still glistening with a sheen of the German’s saliva.

“Mmm.” Krause chuckled. “Yesssss, you like that don’t you. Oh yes, I can tell.”

Samantha’s giggles and squirming gave way to a low moaning and sensual writhing. She tried to rub her thighs together; something which did not go unnoticed by her tormentor. Once again the German lowered her mouth to Samantha’s beautiful mounds and began to suck slowly on her nipples, which were screaming for attention. They responded quickly and eagerly to her sinuous tongue, becoming hard and rubbery.

Kraus continued to nuzzle and kiss Samantha’s breasts but now her nails began to rake softly in her armpits. Samantha squealed with laughter, her mind tortured by the contradictory attentions the German paid her.

The German giggled with fiendish glee and used her fingernails to ever so gently tickle Samantha’s jiggling breasts. She laughed with delight at the moaning and squirming created in her captive and treated her to quick pinches of the nipples from time to time.

Once Samantha’s breasts were suitably aroused and her nipples suitably erect, Kraus retrieved her red feather. With loving precision she dragged it back and forth along Samantha’s throbbing buds. Each stroke of the feather created a sensation so excruciating yet so enjoyable that Samantha thought her brain would melt.
Kraus is a master. What will she do next? She’s not even done yet!
But the fiendish German wasn’t ready for Samantha to fade out just yet. She tightened the grip of her thighs around Samantha’s hips, discarded the feather and plunged her fingers into the brunette’s inviting ribs.

“Nyeeehaaahahaaaa. No No NOOO! HAHAHAHAAAAA…” Samantha screamed with laughter, her entire body was now tingling with laughter. Her hair was a wild tangled mane; her shaking body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, there were goose bumps on her upper arms and growing moistness between her quivering thighs.

Kraus’s mouth split in a wide smile and she attacked Samantha’s ribs with gusto. She squeezed them like an accordion and played her fingers over them like a piano. She used the tips of her fingers and thumbs to rub those ribbies from end to end and she kneaded her knuckles against them, working at the gaps between the ribs where the soft skin was stretched taut. Al the while her efforts continued to evoke rich, vibrating laughter from the helpless Samantha Storm.

The German kept this effort up for ages, varying rhythm and technique to constantly keep Samantha for becoming used to the tickling. After a while she felt as if her fingers might start to cramp so she took a break and wiped the back of her hand against her brow.

“Phew, Samantha. Tickling you is such thirsty work but also so rewarding.” Kraus took a plastic bottle of water, popped the cap and drained half of it in a single gulp. She gently cradled the back of Samantha’s head and raised the bottle to her lips. Samantha tried to drink but inevitably most of the water splashed down her neck and trickled over her breasts.

“Careful, Samantha. You don’t want to drink too much. You don’t want to end up peeing in your jeans do you?” The German teased.

Samantha pouted sulkily at the woman straddling her thighs. “Haven’t you had enough fun yet?” She hissed through gritted teeth.

Kraus flashed a twinkly smile at her. She didn’t even bother to respond. Instead she raised her fingers above Samantha’s body and began to bicycle them furiously.

A pained expression came over Samantha’s face and she started to squirm slightly. Kraus let the fingers hover over her vulnerable skin, taking careful note as to which areas produced the most ragged breathing and squirming.

The anticipation was driving Samantha insane. She felt as if every nerve ending in her body was buzzing and the mere presence of the fingers waggling over her was enough to induce hysteria. “Stop it! Stop it.” She squealed.

The blonde laughed softly. “Where shall I tickle next? Tickle you here?” Her fingers brushed Samantha’s neck. “Tickle you there? She fluttered her digits over her hip. “Where are you super ticklish, hmmm?”

Samantha felt tears of frustration well up in her eyes. Damn this woman and her insatiable appetites.
Bless that woman and her insatiable appetites!
Kraus licked her lips and began to claw lightly at Samantha’s quivering belly. Samantha’s reaction was savage, her back arched off the bed and she screamed with laughter. Her head whipped from side to side as Kraus leisurely applied ticklish belly strokes.

Sexton was on the edge of the couch, almost ready to pitch into space. Unconsciously his hand moved towards the front of his pants. He didn’t think he could hold out much longer.

Samantha laughed and laughed and laughed much to the delight of Major Kraus. The German’s fingers probed, pressed, fluttered and pinched all over Samantha’s taut tummy. The agent was in excellent physical condition and her blonde tormentor marvelled at the play in her muscles as she wriggled and squirmed. She loved the way Samantha’s sexy little belly button stretched into an oval and then returned to it’s perfect “o” shape as her back arched and her muscles contracted. Yes, it was time to torment that delicious dimple.

Kraus picked up her feather and began to brush it against the rim of Samantha’s navel using long slow strokes. Samantha tried to flattened herself into the rack. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were screwed shut but still laughter rippled her from within causing her shudder slightly whilst her breasts jiggled delightfully.

Now the tip of the feather brushed into the dimple of Samantha’s navel, fluttering over the sensitive skin at its centre. Samantha shook with barely restrained laughter; Kraus pursed her lips and blew a stream of cold air on the tantalising tummy. The she reversed the feather and wiggled the tip of the stalk where the feather had just brushed.

“Bwahahahahaaaaa.” Samantha couldn’t hold the laughter in anymore and it exploded out of her. “No NOO NOOOO…Stop it…no more…PLEEEASE! HAHAHAHA…” The tickling sensations in her belly radiated out like shockwaves through her body and she rubbed her thighs together.
The talent of Kraus is amazing. There should be a bidding war for her services.
Kraus kept the stalk twirling away, interspersing this with quick bouts of tickles using her pinkie finger. “Mmm, I love to tickle helpless little belly buttons."” She chuckled. “And yours is just lovely.” She put her feather down and pressed her face against Samantha’s tummy. Inhaling her wonderful perfume. Then she sealed her lips around her navel and sucked hard, probing away with the tip of her tongue.

Samantha gasped aloud and then her head snapped back as hoarse, silent laughter vibrated in her throat.

Kraus licked away at Samantha’s bellybutton while her fingers raked lightly at her sides. The distraught agent giggled and bucked and squealed, thrashing like a mad woman. As the German nibbled away Samantha’s tender tummy, she let one hand drift between her legs and the over slid higher to caress the brunette’s breasts and lightly pinch and play with her nipples.

Samantha began to moan at this triple threat. Her mind was on the verge of cracking. Why couldn’t this damn woman either just take her or just knock her out. The way she was keeping her on a razor’s edge was sheer torment.

The German was happily devouring her ticklish feast and now she began to crawl back up Samantha’s body, kissing, licking and tickling as she went. She nibbled Samantha’s neck and lips and ground against her. “So Samantha, are you enjoying yourself? I am having a lovely time and from that warmth I can feel in your jeans I think you certainly are.”

Samantha tired to move her head away but she was unable to escape being sensually frisked by the German’s hands and lips. “Stop struggling, Samantha, let’s snuggle.” Her captor murmured. Kraus sat back up and let out a sigh. She was getting pretty hot herself now but things were about to get even hotter for her sexy prisoner.

“This is your trademark isn’t it?” Kraus said, her index finger traced the lightning bolt emblem on Samantha’s belt buckle. “You must think you are some kind of superhero. But to me you are just super ticklish.”

Sexton’s hand pressed over his crotch again. He dared not blink; he was willing the beautiful German to do what he would have done in the situation.

Samantha’s heart thudded in her chest. She looked down to see the blonde tug at her belt buckle, a hungry look in her eyes. Samantha started trembling as the German pulled her belt loose and attacked the buttons on her jeans. Kraus raised herself up onto her knees and shuffled back, tugging Samantha’s jeans down and exposing a pair of black silky panties with a growing damp patch in the crotch. As Samantha’s ankles were tied to opposite corners of the rack Kraus was unable to pull her jeans all the way down. She got them past mid-thigh which was as far as she needed.

“Now, Samantha, I can have some nice fun with you. I guarantee this will make you feel good too.” And with that she began to stroke Samantha’s creamy smooth inner-thighs with her feather.

“Fuck you.” Samantha growled shakily. She groaned with a mixture of despair and pleasure as the tickling fingernails and feather travelled upwards towards her quivering womanhood.

“Awww. Defiant to the last.” Kraus pouted. She didn’t touch Samantha’s dripping pussy yet, she just let her fingers explore all round the edges of her panties and “picking her pockets” to tickle her hips. Samantha was convulsing lightly with shaky laughter as the fires grew within her loins and she felt herself becoming enveloped with liquid warmth.
It’s remarkable that Samantha is not constantly begging. Not that it would do her any good but still remarkable nonetheless.
Kraus leaned forward and took one of Samantha’s nipples into her mouth, sucking gently on it as she continued to skilfully evoke shaky laughter with her knowing fingers.

Samantha gave in. She shut her eyes and licked her lips as the German’s fingers and tongue slowly explored her most sensitive areas.

Kraus pressed her fingers against Samantha’s pussy and tickled her through damp silk, multiplying the sensation a hundred fold. Samantha moaned a little more and was rewarded with a more pressure from the German’s fingers.

Samantha’s breath shortened and quickened. Her chest rose and fell and her eyes rolled giddily. She felt a hot rush between her thighs and her hips bucked as a mind-blowing orgasm exploded through her body.

Kraus continued to stroke and tickle Samantha as she came. The German didn’t stop until the last ecstatic spasm was spent and all the bewildered brunette could do was lie there panting. She climbed off the tickling rack and sniffed her fingers, inhaling the scent of Samantha’s sex, pleased with her efforts. She stroked Samantha’s hair out of her eyes and peered down at her. “I told you that would feel good, didn’t I?”

Samantha nodded. The orgasm that had ripped through her had left her totally drained and she felt as if she was on another planet.

Kraus smiled evilly. “And I am sure you know just how much more ticklish the body is after a ticklish orgasm?”

At those words, Samantha’s eyes snapped open and she opened her mouth to protest. Kraus quickly stuffed a balled up silk scarf into Samantha’s mouth and then her nails descended mercilessly.

Samantha’s muffled screams of laughter were absolutely frantic. Krause tickled her like a woman possessed. Her relentless nails reddened Samantha’s skin as she danced back and forth, tickling everything she could reach. She raked at Samantha’s soles, feathered her armpits and blew long raspberries on her aching tummy. Adrenaline allowed her to keep this up for a few minutes but then she too was spent.

The German turned tiredly to Sexton and gave a theatrical bow. “I trust you enjoyed this evening’s performance.

Sexton looked as if he was about to explode. “That was the most incredible fucking thing I have seen in my entire life.” He said, and he meant it too.

Kraus nodded curtly pleased with her praise. She turned her attention back to Samantha and pulled the scarf from her mouth. It was dripping with saliva.

“Well this is ruined.” She said, regarding the scarf unhappily. She looked at Samantha’s crotch. “And so are those panties, darling. You can’t go home in those.” Before Samantha could protest the blonde ripped her panties off and tossed them on the floor with her scarf.

Kraus took her time undoing Samantha’s bonds and then pulled her up roughly into a sitting position. “Up you get.” She sang.

Samantha’s feet hit the floor but she didn’t even have the strength to stand and crumpled into a heap, painfully aware that her bare ass was sticking up in plain view. She wriggled around and started tugging her jeans up with difficulty.

Sexton and Kraus watched her struggle. They didn’t offer to help her, this was all part of their humiliation for her.

Eventually Samantha had her jeans fastened and buckled. “Can I have the rest of my clothes now?” She said through gritted teeth. Sexton tossed a bundle of clothes at her. She looked up at them, “I seem to be missing something.” She hated asking them for anything after what they had put her through.

“Indeed.” Sexton beamed. “I thought I’d keep your bra as a little souvenir of us.” He blew her a kiss which made Kraus chuckle.

Samantha muttered a variety of expletives under her breath as she buttoned her shirt and pulled on her socks and boots.

Sexton summoned a guard who arrived promptly. “Miss Storm is going ashore now. Please ensure that she is escorted safely.”

They watched her go and when she was out of sight Sexton let out a ragged sigh and flopped down on the couch.

“Aww. Are you feeling a little tense, my dear.” Kraus asked, pouting.

“I’m feeling a lot tense.” He replied, reaching for her.

“Well let’s see what we can do about that, then.” She murmured. She sat down next to him and he buried his face in her cleavage and then began undoing the buttons on her blouse. Patricia Kraus smiled and reached for the zipper on his pants…
Sexton undeniably has a great life.
A guard escorted Samantha above decks and the motor launch she had arrived in took her back to the pier. Her too escorts exchanged knowing grins the whole time. Samantha glowered in the knowledge that her ordeal was a source of amusement for Sexton’s crew.

Angela Blaze met her at their rendezvous. Her smile quickly faded when she saw Samantha’s state. “Holy shit, Sam. What the hell happened?” She asked with genuine concern.

“That bastard wanted to get me alone on his boat. He had one of Miss Ramirez’ proteges waiting for me there.”

Angela blanched. “Oh no, are you OK?” A little over a year ago Samantha had come to her rescue when she was in a similar position and she felt terrible that she hadn’t been able to repay the favour.

Samantha shrugged and managed a smile. “You know me, Angie. It’ll take more than those bastards can dish out to break me.”

Angela put an arm round her colleague’s shoulders and led her to her car. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.



Epilogue

A few months later…

Patricia Kraus awoke from a deep and dreamless sleep. She yawned and stretched overhead, arching herself like a panther. She went to pull her arms down but her wrists were stuck fast. She shook her wrists and heard the gentle clink of chain links.

Her eyes opened in panic. She was strapped to a large padded table in an anonymous grey room. What the hell was going on? She looked down to see that she was still clothed but her boots were missing. Who had done this to her? She tugged again at bindings. The cuffs may have been soft but they were incredibly strong.

The creak of a door sounded to her left. She snapped her head round to look and saw Samantha Storm leaning against the doorframe. Kraus couldn’t believe it. Her mouth goldfished but no words came out. There was the beautiful agent in a black jacket, black turtleneck and jeans, smiling impassively at her.

Finally Kraus recovered the power of speech. “You…What the…what its going on here, what is the meaning of this?”

Samantha yawned and crossed her arms.

“You know who I am. You know who I work for, you are making a big mistake!” Kraus continued defiantly.

“Yeah, that’s right. You work for Hugo Sexton.” Samantha said, her blue eyes were ice cold. “That ridiculous fool thought he could sell information to the other side. Well as you can imagine we can’t stand for that so we have taken measures.”

Kraus was taken aback. “But what does that have to do with me? I am part of his security detail, not an information broker.”

Samantha contemplated her fingernails. “Dunno. We’ll probably write it up as conspiracy, guilty by association or something. The fact is, you had this coming.”

“What do you mean?” Kraus asked a little nervously.

Samantha looked over her shoulder. “Care to join us, Angie.”

A pretty redhead dressed in a black T-shirt and BDU pants appeared in the doorway with Samantha. She hooked her thumbs in her belt and whistled. “Wow, she looks like quite a catch. I’m gonna have all sorts of fun with her.”

“You see, you aren’t the only one who has made an art out of tickling. Compared to Angela Blaze you’re playing in the minor leagues.” Samantha said.
That’s quite a boast.
Kraus’s lip trembled nervously; she fought to control it. “Humph, you are wasting your time, I am not ticklish.” She lied.
Kraus has probably heard that line a ton. There was no way that was going to work especially in a situation with Angela and Samantha.
“Liar, liar pants on fire!” Angela sang, waggling an accusing finger.

“You two ready to get acquainted?” Samantha asked.

“Oh sure, I got all sorts of new toys and devices I wanna try out.”

“Cool, guess I’ll leave you to it.” Samantha waved at Patricia Kraus and walked out of the room, ignoring the pleas, protests and threats that followed her. It looked like Angie would need to start with a gag today.

Further down the corridor she heard a pompous voice protesting in shaky panic-filled tones. She put her head round the door to see Hugo Sexton gesticulating madly at two of Samantha’s fellow agents.

Young Danny Kim sat in a chair reading Sports Illustrated, ignoring the wailing Sexton. Albert Johnson stood with his arms crossed. Johnson sported a 6 foot 3 frame packed with lean muscle, a bald bullet head and a no-nonsense demeanour.

Sexton was too stupid to read the danger signs and prodded his finger into Johnson’s granite chest and even made a careless remark about Johnson’s African-American heritage. “I’ll have you strung up for this you miserable cretin.” He shouted angrily.

Johnson shoved him back with a palm so hard that the prisoner ended up on his ass. “Now you listen to me you piece of shit. Either you do what I tell you or I’ll have you in max security so fast your feet won’t touch the ground. Those boys won’t give a damn about who you are back in the world, you'll be answering to the name “bitch” and wearing a dress!”

Sexton swallowed nervously. The he noticed Samantha in the doorway. “Samantha!” He cried. “Oh God, this must all be a terrible mistake.”

“Uh-uh.” She said with a shake of the head. “You should learn who your friends are. You’ve been talking to the wrong people.”

Sexton knew he was beaten. He regarded her balefully. “I suppose you are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Samantha leaned in close and grabbed him by the lapels. “Guess what, Hughie, payback’s a bitch. And so am I.”

She pushed him back towards Danny Kim. Unfortunately rather than catch him Kim carried on reading his magazine but he stuck out a leg and for the second time in five minutes the chubby information dealer landed on his butt.

Johnson nodded and winked at Samantha. She smiled and winked back.

As she left the room she heard the powerful Johnson yelling at the hapless Sexton. “You think I enjoy this? I said grab your ankles maggot or we gotta do this the hard way.” There was the sound of a latex glove being snapped on. Then Johnson continued. “Ah shit, Danny, all you had to remember was the lube. Well, Hugh’s a big boy, I’m sure he can take it.”

Samantha smiled and shook her head. She knew she could rely on her team to exact a suitable revenge. Hugo Sexton and Patricia Kraus were about to learn that it was not a good idea to mess with Samantha Storm.


The End
A great installment. I thought it odd that Samantha didn’t help conduct her revenge personally.
 
Glad you liked it. Sam likes to defer to subject matter experts. Between Angela and the door kickers of 'Seven's Deadly Sins', she has some nice back up.
 
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