Hello everyone! I apologize for my extended absence from the forum, but the truth of the matter is that I've been working on a special project for Morandilas for quite some time now, which is now in the final stages of completion. It will be a unique foray into new territory, and I'm very happy with it. So to celebrate the end of a long period of work, I'd like to mark my return to the world of men by sharing with you a story, a little diversion I call...
Operative in Danger (part 1)
Agent Reika tested her bonds for the third time in as many minutes, trying at least to turn around and see what, if any, exits there were to this room. As her eyes began to adjust to the dark, it was clear that she was still inside the warehouse where the criminals she had been tracking had captured her. They had probably known she was coming, they had informants everywhere on this planet. She stopped struggling, collected her thoughts, and tried to take stock of her surroundings as best she could.
It appeared that she was tied in a sitting position to a long wooden bench or table, with her hands bound above her head. She was still wearing the silver and purple bodysuit that was the uniform of the Bureau of Interstellar Criminal Prevention, but with a trained Agent’s sense she immediately felt the absence of her weapon in its holster. That was hardly surprising, but still a disappointment. However, another thing felt strange about her position, and it took Reika a moment to pinpoint it. Looking down, she realized that her tall metallic boots, normally a part of her uniform, had been removed. They stood upright on the edge of the table, while below her bare feet were firmly shackled in steel restraints, completely immobile. The bright purple polish of her toenails glittered in the dim light, and the chill nighttime air made her curl her toes with a shiver.
Suddenly, the silence of the warehouse was broken by the sound of heavy footfalls, approaching her position. Reika looked in the direction of the sound to see a tall woman wearing civilian clothing approaching her. Her long, blonde hair swayed slightly as long, confident strides took her next to the table where Reika was tied. Her pupils were the reflective silver color of illegal ocular implants, and her fingernails were nearly an inch long and painted bright red. Inside the folds of her clothing, Reika could make out the outline of what she could only assume was a weapon. She looked down at Reika with a cruel smile that looked as though she was genuinely enjoying herself.
“My, I’m so glad to see you’re with us again, my dear,” she said with a slight giggle, relishing her prisoner’s helpless position. “You have kept us waiting.” She stood at the foot of the table and looked down at Reika, who stared up at her captor in defiance.
“I don’t know what you think you’re going to accomplish, kidnapping an Agent,” said Reika angrily, “But I think you should be warned that the Bureau knows where I am. You’ll only make things worse for yourself when reinforcements arrive.” Reika delivered the bluff to the best of her ability, and tried to hide her disappointment when the woman appeared not to be worried.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” she said smilingly. “But do give us some credit. We’ve been monitoring your outgoing transmissions. They haven’t had a fix on your position since you arrived on this planet. The Bureau has no idea that anything is out of the ordinary. So now that we’re all clear on that matter, we were hoping you would be cooperative enough to answer a few questions.” Reika flashed her a look of scorn to communicate that she would not be answering anything, but the woman either did not notice or chose to ignore it.
“It’s obvious you’re out of your depth here,” said Reika, her growing indignation making her braver. “I can offer you one last chance to give yourself up to the Bureau, and if you behave, perhaps we can reduce your sentence.” Her voice was beginning to sound more convincing, she noted with some satisfaction.
The woman looked as though she was going to offer something in the form of a retort, but at the last minute changed her mind. Her confidence bolstered by this sign of weakness in her opponent, Reika opened her mouth to threaten her captor, when suddenly a sharp squeal of laughter escaped from her lips, causing her to shut them with a broad grin etched on her face. The woman had reached down and gently pressed her fingernail into Reika’s exposed sole. All of her confidence left her in a hurry.
“I don’t think that you’re in any position to make threats,” said the woman, with a smile of confidence mingled with lust. She bent over the table, looking down at Reika’s wiggling feet, and grinned. From this position her ample breasts were nearly spilling out of her blouse, and Reika could see more than an eyeful. Rather than bothering her, however this seemed to please the woman. Her nipples were becoming erect with the exhilaration of control and anticipation, and her high-slit skirt was becoming similarly less concealing.
“You see, my dear, you came here without knowing who you were truly dealing with. No doubt you imagined that the activity around here was due to one of the smuggling sects. Well, the breadth of your miscalculation will be clear very soon. You have trespassed into the territory of the Cabal.” Her voice took on a definite note of pride, smirking over her prisoner as she demonstrated their superiority over an Agent of the BICP. “And as an Agent, you know how we deal with those who oppose us.”
Despite herself, Reika gasped. She certainly did know. Her heart raced as she looked down at her soft, painted tootsies, and her bondage suddenly took on an ominous new meaning. She remembered her first briefings on the Cabal at the Academy, the infamous sisterhood of pirates, who punished their enemies with ruthless tickle torture! Some of the most skilled ticklers in the galaxy, the Cabal members’ augmented dexterity and lascivious cruelty made them feared by all their foes. Sweat trickled down Reika’s forehead as she remembered her torture resistance training back at the Academy: the endless hours locked in the tickling chamber, unable to move, as feathers and brushes tormented her feet until she had cried for mercy, begging to be let out until she thought she would go insane! Even now she had nightmares about being back in that chamber at the Academy, about waking up and finding herself back in that dark module with pitiless machines coming to tickle her precious feet for hours…
But she couldn’t give in! Cruel obligation kept her from cooperating: The Bureau does not negotiate with criminals, she told herself. She looked up at the woman with as much courage as she could muster. “I…I’m not telling you anything!” she said. The pleased smile that appeared on the woman’s face was somehow more frightening than any threat could have been. Reika closed her eyes, waiting for the tickling to come, repeating to herself that she was strong enough to stand it.
Reika wanted to scream as the woman’s fingernail traced a path with maddening slowness down her arches. It took all her willpower to hold it in, telling herself that if she laughed, it would be all over. Her eyes crossed and her body trembled with the effort of maintaining control as that fingernail reached her heel and slipped around for another pass. The woman was toying with her, she realized as her control slipped away. She had her completely at her mercy, and she knew it.
“Can’t fight it forever, can you?” purred the woman as her fingers slipped across the tender surfaces. She touched them gently but lustily, relishing every touch of the silky skin, and giggling with pleasure as she saw her victim writhing silently. They always tried to resist, but they never could. As her fingertips danced from one spot to the next, her ocular implants rotated slightly, making a careful note of every ticklish response, every squirming motion that Reika made. Every moment she fed her assailant with information about her most ticklish spots, and still she thought she was resisting. Silly girl, thought her tickler with a smile.
As more fingers began to assault her ticklish feet, Reika could no longer concentrate on resisting them. They seemed like they were everywhere, each one moving with a mind of its own, and all of them somehow knew exactly where her giggle spots were. “Hahahahahaha!! No! Hahahahaha!! I won’t taahahahahahahalk!!” she laughed as the fingernails finally broke down her defenses. As if on cue, the fingernails began moving more quickly, scratching and stroking with frightening dexterity, increasing the volume of her laughter in seconds. “Staaahahahahahap!! I’ll never tahahahahahalk!! Hahahahahahaha!!”
“Then you’ll laugh, my dear,” said the woman with a look of undisguised pleasure. “I’ll just have to tickle your tootsies until you tell me everything I want to know! Come now, you’re only making it worse for yourself. Admit that you were sent to investigate us, or I might have to do this!” She punctuated her last word with a quick dig into the balls of Reika’s feet, which caused her to scream in perfect reflex.
“Hahahahahahahaha!! Yes!! I was!! Hahahahahaha!! Please no moohohohohohohore!!” Reika squealed. All her nightmares were coming true as her ticklish feet were relentlessly tortured by this merciless woman, without any means of escape! Deep down, she had always been afraid of being tickled, never going barefoot or exposing her soles to anyone. Looking at her boots laid on the edge of the table, she wished more than anything in the galaxy that she could put them on again, that she could recapture her strength! But they lay just out of reach, mocking her.
“I knew such a ticklish little girl would want to cooperate eventually,” giggled the woman, still focusing her attention entirely on the bare feet before her. “But you must have had help. So you’re going to tell me exactly where your information came from.”
“I—I can’t—hahahahahahahahaha--tell you that!” Reika screamed, tears blinding her as her throat went hoarse with laughter. She couldn’t give away the secret of their informant! It had taken them months to get a mole inside the local sects on this planet!
The woman frowned with mock disapproval at Reika’s resistance. “Bad girl,” she chided playfully. “And bad girls need to be taught the error of their ways.” Without warning she began wriggling her fingertips in between Reika’s slender toes. Reika threw back her head and howled in pure ticklish agony. Every new spot her tickler tried was even more unbearable than the last! Every time the fingers touched her, shockwaves traveled through her body that enveloped her in madness! And the woman showed no signs of remorse. She licked her lips, looking as though she only wanted the proper excuse to tickle her prey to death.
“I DON’T KNOHOHOHOHOW!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I SWEAR!! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Reika managed to choke through her laughter. Reika was in hysterics, desperately trying to speak. Even in the Academy she had never been tickled like this! The woman’s terrible fingernails knew all of her most sensitive spots, and could exploit every one of them at once! She felt her grip on reality slipping, sights and sounds beginning to blue together as the tickling overwhelmed everything else in her world.
“I only wish I could believe you, my dear,” said the woman, looking as though she was very pleased to be able to doubt her. “But never fear. I have one last method of persuasion that I’m sure those tender tootsies of yours won’t be able to resist.”
In a moment, Reika’s last reserve of resistance was shattered as the woman leaned down, extended her tongue, and slowly licked the soles of her feet. Unable to even think, Reika was plunged into a world of pure sensation as the long, serpentine tongue curled around her toes, slid up and down her arches, and slurped over all her most ticklish spots at once. So deep in the throes of hysterics that speech was impossible, only animal howls escaped her lips as the torture robbed her of her sanity in seconds. It tickled more than anything she had ever dreamed of, blurring the line between nightmare and reality. It seemed like an eternity that the tickling tongue ran its horrible path, and in the background faint moans of pleasure came from the woman as she licked the tender feet passionately.
Reika was only aware that at some time, the torture stopped, bringing her back from the precipice of madness. She remembered herself promising to tell everything, promising to do anything, to stop the torture. The last thing she remembered was shouting the name of the informant before everything went black, and one final slurp brought her into blissful unconsciousness.
Operative in Danger (part 1)
Agent Reika tested her bonds for the third time in as many minutes, trying at least to turn around and see what, if any, exits there were to this room. As her eyes began to adjust to the dark, it was clear that she was still inside the warehouse where the criminals she had been tracking had captured her. They had probably known she was coming, they had informants everywhere on this planet. She stopped struggling, collected her thoughts, and tried to take stock of her surroundings as best she could.
It appeared that she was tied in a sitting position to a long wooden bench or table, with her hands bound above her head. She was still wearing the silver and purple bodysuit that was the uniform of the Bureau of Interstellar Criminal Prevention, but with a trained Agent’s sense she immediately felt the absence of her weapon in its holster. That was hardly surprising, but still a disappointment. However, another thing felt strange about her position, and it took Reika a moment to pinpoint it. Looking down, she realized that her tall metallic boots, normally a part of her uniform, had been removed. They stood upright on the edge of the table, while below her bare feet were firmly shackled in steel restraints, completely immobile. The bright purple polish of her toenails glittered in the dim light, and the chill nighttime air made her curl her toes with a shiver.
Suddenly, the silence of the warehouse was broken by the sound of heavy footfalls, approaching her position. Reika looked in the direction of the sound to see a tall woman wearing civilian clothing approaching her. Her long, blonde hair swayed slightly as long, confident strides took her next to the table where Reika was tied. Her pupils were the reflective silver color of illegal ocular implants, and her fingernails were nearly an inch long and painted bright red. Inside the folds of her clothing, Reika could make out the outline of what she could only assume was a weapon. She looked down at Reika with a cruel smile that looked as though she was genuinely enjoying herself.
“My, I’m so glad to see you’re with us again, my dear,” she said with a slight giggle, relishing her prisoner’s helpless position. “You have kept us waiting.” She stood at the foot of the table and looked down at Reika, who stared up at her captor in defiance.
“I don’t know what you think you’re going to accomplish, kidnapping an Agent,” said Reika angrily, “But I think you should be warned that the Bureau knows where I am. You’ll only make things worse for yourself when reinforcements arrive.” Reika delivered the bluff to the best of her ability, and tried to hide her disappointment when the woman appeared not to be worried.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” she said smilingly. “But do give us some credit. We’ve been monitoring your outgoing transmissions. They haven’t had a fix on your position since you arrived on this planet. The Bureau has no idea that anything is out of the ordinary. So now that we’re all clear on that matter, we were hoping you would be cooperative enough to answer a few questions.” Reika flashed her a look of scorn to communicate that she would not be answering anything, but the woman either did not notice or chose to ignore it.
“It’s obvious you’re out of your depth here,” said Reika, her growing indignation making her braver. “I can offer you one last chance to give yourself up to the Bureau, and if you behave, perhaps we can reduce your sentence.” Her voice was beginning to sound more convincing, she noted with some satisfaction.
The woman looked as though she was going to offer something in the form of a retort, but at the last minute changed her mind. Her confidence bolstered by this sign of weakness in her opponent, Reika opened her mouth to threaten her captor, when suddenly a sharp squeal of laughter escaped from her lips, causing her to shut them with a broad grin etched on her face. The woman had reached down and gently pressed her fingernail into Reika’s exposed sole. All of her confidence left her in a hurry.
“I don’t think that you’re in any position to make threats,” said the woman, with a smile of confidence mingled with lust. She bent over the table, looking down at Reika’s wiggling feet, and grinned. From this position her ample breasts were nearly spilling out of her blouse, and Reika could see more than an eyeful. Rather than bothering her, however this seemed to please the woman. Her nipples were becoming erect with the exhilaration of control and anticipation, and her high-slit skirt was becoming similarly less concealing.
“You see, my dear, you came here without knowing who you were truly dealing with. No doubt you imagined that the activity around here was due to one of the smuggling sects. Well, the breadth of your miscalculation will be clear very soon. You have trespassed into the territory of the Cabal.” Her voice took on a definite note of pride, smirking over her prisoner as she demonstrated their superiority over an Agent of the BICP. “And as an Agent, you know how we deal with those who oppose us.”
Despite herself, Reika gasped. She certainly did know. Her heart raced as she looked down at her soft, painted tootsies, and her bondage suddenly took on an ominous new meaning. She remembered her first briefings on the Cabal at the Academy, the infamous sisterhood of pirates, who punished their enemies with ruthless tickle torture! Some of the most skilled ticklers in the galaxy, the Cabal members’ augmented dexterity and lascivious cruelty made them feared by all their foes. Sweat trickled down Reika’s forehead as she remembered her torture resistance training back at the Academy: the endless hours locked in the tickling chamber, unable to move, as feathers and brushes tormented her feet until she had cried for mercy, begging to be let out until she thought she would go insane! Even now she had nightmares about being back in that chamber at the Academy, about waking up and finding herself back in that dark module with pitiless machines coming to tickle her precious feet for hours…
But she couldn’t give in! Cruel obligation kept her from cooperating: The Bureau does not negotiate with criminals, she told herself. She looked up at the woman with as much courage as she could muster. “I…I’m not telling you anything!” she said. The pleased smile that appeared on the woman’s face was somehow more frightening than any threat could have been. Reika closed her eyes, waiting for the tickling to come, repeating to herself that she was strong enough to stand it.
Reika wanted to scream as the woman’s fingernail traced a path with maddening slowness down her arches. It took all her willpower to hold it in, telling herself that if she laughed, it would be all over. Her eyes crossed and her body trembled with the effort of maintaining control as that fingernail reached her heel and slipped around for another pass. The woman was toying with her, she realized as her control slipped away. She had her completely at her mercy, and she knew it.
“Can’t fight it forever, can you?” purred the woman as her fingers slipped across the tender surfaces. She touched them gently but lustily, relishing every touch of the silky skin, and giggling with pleasure as she saw her victim writhing silently. They always tried to resist, but they never could. As her fingertips danced from one spot to the next, her ocular implants rotated slightly, making a careful note of every ticklish response, every squirming motion that Reika made. Every moment she fed her assailant with information about her most ticklish spots, and still she thought she was resisting. Silly girl, thought her tickler with a smile.
As more fingers began to assault her ticklish feet, Reika could no longer concentrate on resisting them. They seemed like they were everywhere, each one moving with a mind of its own, and all of them somehow knew exactly where her giggle spots were. “Hahahahahaha!! No! Hahahahaha!! I won’t taahahahahahahalk!!” she laughed as the fingernails finally broke down her defenses. As if on cue, the fingernails began moving more quickly, scratching and stroking with frightening dexterity, increasing the volume of her laughter in seconds. “Staaahahahahahap!! I’ll never tahahahahahalk!! Hahahahahahaha!!”
“Then you’ll laugh, my dear,” said the woman with a look of undisguised pleasure. “I’ll just have to tickle your tootsies until you tell me everything I want to know! Come now, you’re only making it worse for yourself. Admit that you were sent to investigate us, or I might have to do this!” She punctuated her last word with a quick dig into the balls of Reika’s feet, which caused her to scream in perfect reflex.
“Hahahahahahahaha!! Yes!! I was!! Hahahahahaha!! Please no moohohohohohohore!!” Reika squealed. All her nightmares were coming true as her ticklish feet were relentlessly tortured by this merciless woman, without any means of escape! Deep down, she had always been afraid of being tickled, never going barefoot or exposing her soles to anyone. Looking at her boots laid on the edge of the table, she wished more than anything in the galaxy that she could put them on again, that she could recapture her strength! But they lay just out of reach, mocking her.
“I knew such a ticklish little girl would want to cooperate eventually,” giggled the woman, still focusing her attention entirely on the bare feet before her. “But you must have had help. So you’re going to tell me exactly where your information came from.”
“I—I can’t—hahahahahahahahaha--tell you that!” Reika screamed, tears blinding her as her throat went hoarse with laughter. She couldn’t give away the secret of their informant! It had taken them months to get a mole inside the local sects on this planet!
The woman frowned with mock disapproval at Reika’s resistance. “Bad girl,” she chided playfully. “And bad girls need to be taught the error of their ways.” Without warning she began wriggling her fingertips in between Reika’s slender toes. Reika threw back her head and howled in pure ticklish agony. Every new spot her tickler tried was even more unbearable than the last! Every time the fingers touched her, shockwaves traveled through her body that enveloped her in madness! And the woman showed no signs of remorse. She licked her lips, looking as though she only wanted the proper excuse to tickle her prey to death.
“I DON’T KNOHOHOHOHOW!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I SWEAR!! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Reika managed to choke through her laughter. Reika was in hysterics, desperately trying to speak. Even in the Academy she had never been tickled like this! The woman’s terrible fingernails knew all of her most sensitive spots, and could exploit every one of them at once! She felt her grip on reality slipping, sights and sounds beginning to blue together as the tickling overwhelmed everything else in her world.
“I only wish I could believe you, my dear,” said the woman, looking as though she was very pleased to be able to doubt her. “But never fear. I have one last method of persuasion that I’m sure those tender tootsies of yours won’t be able to resist.”
In a moment, Reika’s last reserve of resistance was shattered as the woman leaned down, extended her tongue, and slowly licked the soles of her feet. Unable to even think, Reika was plunged into a world of pure sensation as the long, serpentine tongue curled around her toes, slid up and down her arches, and slurped over all her most ticklish spots at once. So deep in the throes of hysterics that speech was impossible, only animal howls escaped her lips as the torture robbed her of her sanity in seconds. It tickled more than anything she had ever dreamed of, blurring the line between nightmare and reality. It seemed like an eternity that the tickling tongue ran its horrible path, and in the background faint moans of pleasure came from the woman as she licked the tender feet passionately.
Reika was only aware that at some time, the torture stopped, bringing her back from the precipice of madness. She remembered herself promising to tell everything, promising to do anything, to stop the torture. The last thing she remembered was shouting the name of the informant before everything went black, and one final slurp brought her into blissful unconsciousness.
Or is this it? 
Not that it matters 
