Thank you for all the positive feedback - here’s the latest instalment of fiendish Nova Dea fun. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it - this is for anyone who gets that tingling feeling when they catch a glimpse of a beautiful nylon stockinged foot. K x
Nylon Dungeon 2.0 Part 2
“Every leap of civilisation was built off the back of a disposable workforce. We have lost our stomach for slaves unless engineered.”
Niander Wallace 2049
“PpppPleeeze, pleeeeze! Turn iiiiiit offff, eeeeep, turn eeeiiiit oooofff!!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEEEEEEEEIIIK!!!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING THEEEEING YOU WANT,” begged the current guest of Room 1E. “You and your compatriots are paying for the sins of your former lives,” snapped Commissar Lycacheva. “Be grateful for your chance of atonement!” Commander Grace Sparks tried to make sense of the scene in front of her. A naked, desperate looking, sweat slicked man was restrained in a knelling position on a padded bench with his arms tied behind his back. A metre squared cube had been positioned in front of him obscuring his genitals. The only other furniture in the room were two luxiourous sofas placed directly in front of the prisoner on which a pair of raven haired sirens, dressed in very sheer black stockings and basques were reclining. One was twirling and extravagant macaw feather lazily between her fingers, the other gently blowing through the fronds of an expensive looking feather duster.
“It is with great pride, Commander Sparks, that I introduce to you the “Bird Box!”, smiled Nova Dea Site Director Burden, pointing at the cube. “If you will follow me I shall explain its workings. Very early on we realised automation would be the key to our endeavours especially if we wanted them to be scaleable. The Bird Box represents the pinnacle of hands free male sexual stimulation. Inside this box are one hundred different feathers of various shapes and textures attached to individual robotic arms. An array of sensors ensure they can all be individually and precisely deployed to cause maximum “enjoyment” for the subject in this case the lucky Mr Bobby Palmer.” Grace looked into the box with wonder at its ingenuity. Bobby’s engorged cock was clearly visible, inside the box, gently but securely restrained with leather ties. Facing it was what could only be described as an amphitheater of every type of feather imaginable. With a barely audiable click, a white tipped eagle feather detached itself from the massed ranks and slid on a slim metal arm to the underside of Bobby’s shaft. With pinpoint accuracy it then proceeded to slowly tickle the desperate mans glans. After 15 seconds of agonising teasing it withdrew to be instantaneously replaced by a softer goose feather which swirled all over the head of Bobby’s tortured shaft. In turn it was replaced by a pheasant plume that delicately sawed up and down underside of the mans length. “One hundred different sensations but all of them equally tortuous and designed to elicit unique responses,” laughed the Director. “It is currently set to “sequence” so Bobby experiences, in turn, each of the 100 feathers in a 25 minute cycle before the process restarts. It can also be set to a randomised pattern or certain particular feathers can be pre-programmed. My personal favourite is the Condor wing feather, it produces spectacular results! We have agreements with every bird sanctuary, raptor centre and zoo in the country to ship us all of the molted feathers we need. No birds are ever harmed, after all we are not monsters,” she chuckled. “Bobby here, as well enjoying the feathery kisses of the “box” has been treated to the usual cocktail of viagra and strict orgasm supressent. Though he is literally beside himself with excitement he will never reach climax but shall we see how far we can push him?” Grace nodded not knowing what to expect but suspecting the two beautiful lingerie clad women would soon be adding to Bobby’s torment. “Ladies if you please, our guest requires some entertainment.”
“Why of course Dr,” the lady holding the feather answered. “We have been neglecting you Bobby! How naughty of us! We wouldn’t want you to get bored now would we? And we know just what you like...Look at this wonderful feather Bobby, it’s so long and beautiful. I wonder what it would feel like on my very, very, very ticklish feet? Shall we find out?” She raised her left stockinged leg ensuring Bobby had the perfect view of her black nyloned sole and slowly dragged the feather from her toes to her heel. “Oh my!” She gasped. “That tickles sooooo badly, it’s torture!” Bobby’s moaning and begging increased as the insidious effect of the visual stimulation kicked in. “I wonder how it would feel on my toes?” She gently flicked the feathers tip across her digits and let out a peal of giggles. “Aaaaah I can’t stand it! My toes are so ticklish Bobby! Shall I try my high arches next?” She swept the macaw feather up and down her nylon covered arch. The only sound in the room, other than Bobby’s increasing agitation was the “scritch, scritch” sound of a feather being played across nylon. “I can’t bear it Bobby! My poor arches are just so sensitive the feather is unbearable!”
The floor show continued as she applied the feather to her instep, heel and even the top of her foot, describing in detail just how much it tickled before repeating the process on her right foot. “I can’t take anymore tickling Bobby”, she said breathlessly but I guess I’ll have to, just for you.” Discarding the feather, she placed her beautiful hosed feet in the lap of the second lady. “Marianne, what have you got there!?” She exclaimed in mock horror. “Oh no! NOT the feather duster! Not on my stockinged feet! Please anything but that!” Marianne arched her eyebrows in feigned cruelty and began playfully dusting the nyloned soles. She swirled the feathers over every inch of her victims feet. “I’m coming for yooooour toooooes,” she exclaimed in a sing-songy voice. “Eeeeeek!!! Not my poor toes! This is tickle torture! Bobby! Bobby! I can’t take any more tickling! Pleeeeze make her have mercy on my poor stockinged feet!”
Grace watched the two talented actresses with wonder. They seemed to relish their job joyfully throwing themselves into the roles of torturer and giggling, helpless victim. All the while the Bird Box continued to inflict ever changing ticklish torments on Bobby’s straining cock. “Excellent work ladies. I think you have taken Bobby’s desperation to new heights. As you can see Commander Sparks having a victims fantasy played out in front of him using the classic visual cues of black stockings, feathers and a feather duster drives our guests insane. And Bobby here has no choice but to watch, otherwise we slowly increase the dosage of the tickling serum which given what we are doing to his most sensitive spot would be utterly excruciating.” Grace nodded, “Impressive.” Dr Burden smiled, “No Commander, what is truly impressive is that as well as being something of an R+D centre we are also a manufacturing facility. We have built several thousand of the Mark 1 Bird Boxes and they have already been shipped to every police station and law enforcement facility in the country. Our hard working and valiant sisters on the front line now have this technology at their disposal to keep the local male populations in line!” Graces eyes widened, “By the many mothers! That will change everything!” Dr Burden smiled with pride, “We all play our part in the great reconfiguring and this is just the beginning. Just think Bobby,” she said turning to the prisoner, “You have helped us develop a tool that will soon be tickling the fancy of every law breaking man in America! You should be rewarded! Ladies please resume feathering each other’s feet for the pleasure of our very special guest here!” Bobby let out a howl of frustration as his own personal nylon tickling show resumed and the Bird Box continued its relentless, tortuous feathering of his swollen member. “This way please Commander Sparks for our final stop on this level.”
“This is the culmination of this particular punishment sequence. I think you will agree all the members of Commissar Lycacheva’s team have excelled themselves. If you remember an individual guest, by the time they reach this room will have had their genitals thoroughly stimulated by Madame Fifi and her French maids, their nylon feet mercilessly tickled by the Devil, a session under the wheel of delights, several hours of backside feathering and tickle talk with the Angels and at least 4 full cycles in the Bird Box with accompanying floor show. By this point they are at desperation levels that I cannot even imagine but we can always raise the bar here at Nova Dea. Lets show you how we do it. Welcome to room 1F.”
Grace noted the layout was similar to room 1E but with some key differences. As before a frantic looking man was restrained, kneeling on a padded bench but with his arms secured above his head. Instead of sofas two massage tables had been placed directly in front of him. Both were occupied by two beautiful women, lying flat out on their stomachs wearing lacy negligees and what looked like incredibly fine, cream coloured, seamed, fully fashioned reinforced heel and toe stockings with a very light sheen. A third woman was standing behind the immobilised prisoner wearing coffee coloured underwear and hold ups. “Commander Sparks this is Magenta, upper body tickling specialist and her assistants Colombia and Janet. Magenta would you be so kind as to let the Commissar take over this session, she is very keen to show the Commander here her talents.” Magenta smiled, “With pleasure Dr. We have been working on Simon here for the last hour. He is at a 40% proof serum level targeting his abs, ribs and under arms, which for reference are particularly sensitive. For 3 instances of cussing and disobedience the level of serum targeting his cock has been raised to 3%.” Magenta ran her fingers through the mans hair and whispered into his ear, “Goodbye my tickle toy. I’m going leave you in the tender hands of the Commissar now but don’t worry she taught me everything I know.” Simon’s useless struggles became more frantic as the Commissar positioned herself directly behind him, “Nice to see you again Simon we let’s see if we can put a smile on your face ....before I break you!” the Commissar said in an icy tone.
“I think you will find this interesting Commander Sparks. In this room we introduce the element of choice, though I admit the choice is between a rock and very hard place,” nodding at Simons magnificently erect cock. “The choice is simple. Pleasure or punishment. If the prisoner chooses pleasure then Colombia and Janet take turns in administering the slowest most mind blowing nylon foot job to a man who would sell his own soul to climax but chemically, simply, cannot. Note they are both wearing the finest silk stockings to magnify the effects of their feet without any unnecessary friction. We double team this process to ensure what can be a very long session does not unduly tire our hard working punishment technicians. The slow stimulation of his member by the objects of his nylon foot fetish is totally overwhelming but relief is on hand. At any point he can stop the madness inducing nylon foot teasing by saying the word “punishment” at which point Ekaterina will tickle his upper body senseless until he elects once again for “pleasure” and so fourth. It is terribly fun to watch. Commissar you have the room.”
“So traitor what is your choice.” Already breathing heavily, “P.p.pleasure,” moaned the naked man. Colombia slowly raised her sheer stockinged legs and wrapped her feet around his straining manhood. She gently pumped up and down with practised slowness, the silk material gliding up and over the engorged head. “Aaaaaah, AAAAAhhhh, oh please, pleeeezeee, AaaHhhh GOD NO! pleeeeeeze no, GAAAaaaaa, Ah AAH Aaaaaeeeeeiii, let ME CUM!!!!! Pleeeezzeeeee I’M BEGGING YOooou naaaaaaaow mooooooreeee PLEEEEEEEAAAAAZEEEEE!!”
“The say the word dog,” said Lycacheva coldly. “Ahhhhhh, Aaahhhh, AHHHHHH!!!!! PUNISHMENT! PUNISHMENT!!!!!” The nylon soles were withdrawn from his cock and the Commissar mercilessly dug her fingers into his abs. The shrieking took on a different tone as the insidious tickling serum did its evil work, “AAHHHH HAAAAA, HAAAAAAA, GAAAAAAAD, HA Not there, GaaAAaa Not THERE!!!!!” The Comissar worked her talented fingers into each muscle, alternately poking and kneading, “just so you know whilst I’m tickling you I’m wearing those very black very very sheer stockings you love,” which caused his already rigid cock to twitch. “AHHAHAHA HAAAAAA NOOOOO!!!! PleaHAAaaaa, PLEASUAAAAAH, PLEASURE!!!!”
The Commissar ceased her tortures and immediately Janets silk stockinged feet encircled his desperately erect cock. Up and down, up and down the fine material grazed his throbbing member. “Oh Simon, Simooooon, are the seams on my stockings straight Simon? I want my legs to look pretty for you as I caress your big cock with my soft sheer silken soles and toes!” Janet purred whilst casually playing Candy Crush on her phone. The verbal teasing seemed to take poor Simon over the edge “PUNISHMENT!!” he pleaded desperately.
The Commissar targeted under the prisoners under arms and he literally went berserk. She used her nails to gentle scratch and lightly tickle the skin before rotating her thumbs deep in his armpits. Simons individual words were no longer discernible. As he neared unconsciousness the Commissar paused the attack on his hypersensitive armpits, “so what is it to be now Simon? Did you not answer? You KNOW how seriously I take disobedience! Increase the serum in his gentitals to 5% and double the dose in his upper body! And since you seem incapable of following even a simple instruction you leave me no choice but to tickle and pleasure you simultaneously! Colombia use those pretty feet of yours to make him wish he had never been born!” As Colombia’s silken feet slowly tormented his raging hard on, now twice as sensitive as it was a moment ago, the Commissar picked up 2 stiff raven feathers and began to sweep them over his rock hard and excruciatingly ticklish nipples. The combination of demented laughter and desperate moans of sexual frustration reached a fever pitch level. “My dear Ekaterina you have outdone yourself once again!” gushed Dr Burden.
There was an urgent knocking at the door. “Come!” barked the Dr. A young blonde, bespeckled woman in a business suit and suntan hose rushed into the room. “Dr I am so sorry to interrupt your session but you really should see this!” She glanced fascinated at the bound prisoner who was currently having feathers twirled in each armpit whilst both Colombia and Janets stockinged feet were simultaneously and relentlessly stimulating the mans cock. Dr Burden took the proffered sheet of paper and gasped. “What does it say?” Grace enquired. The Dr read aloud, “Communique from Elysium. The President has today dissolved the Senate and the House of Representatives. All political parties are now deemed illegal organisations and subject to the full and righteous force of the law. Long live President Nielsen! Long live New America!” She paused, “There is also a postscript, we expect there to be a marked rise in the number saboteurs, dissenters and general malcontents. We will need the services of Nova Dea even more than ever when it comes to these enemies of the state. Prepare yourselves to be very very busy.”
Nylon Dungeon 2.0 Part 2
“Every leap of civilisation was built off the back of a disposable workforce. We have lost our stomach for slaves unless engineered.”
Niander Wallace 2049
“PpppPleeeze, pleeeeze! Turn iiiiiit offff, eeeeep, turn eeeiiiit oooofff!!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEEEEEEEEIIIK!!!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING THEEEEING YOU WANT,” begged the current guest of Room 1E. “You and your compatriots are paying for the sins of your former lives,” snapped Commissar Lycacheva. “Be grateful for your chance of atonement!” Commander Grace Sparks tried to make sense of the scene in front of her. A naked, desperate looking, sweat slicked man was restrained in a knelling position on a padded bench with his arms tied behind his back. A metre squared cube had been positioned in front of him obscuring his genitals. The only other furniture in the room were two luxiourous sofas placed directly in front of the prisoner on which a pair of raven haired sirens, dressed in very sheer black stockings and basques were reclining. One was twirling and extravagant macaw feather lazily between her fingers, the other gently blowing through the fronds of an expensive looking feather duster.
“It is with great pride, Commander Sparks, that I introduce to you the “Bird Box!”, smiled Nova Dea Site Director Burden, pointing at the cube. “If you will follow me I shall explain its workings. Very early on we realised automation would be the key to our endeavours especially if we wanted them to be scaleable. The Bird Box represents the pinnacle of hands free male sexual stimulation. Inside this box are one hundred different feathers of various shapes and textures attached to individual robotic arms. An array of sensors ensure they can all be individually and precisely deployed to cause maximum “enjoyment” for the subject in this case the lucky Mr Bobby Palmer.” Grace looked into the box with wonder at its ingenuity. Bobby’s engorged cock was clearly visible, inside the box, gently but securely restrained with leather ties. Facing it was what could only be described as an amphitheater of every type of feather imaginable. With a barely audiable click, a white tipped eagle feather detached itself from the massed ranks and slid on a slim metal arm to the underside of Bobby’s shaft. With pinpoint accuracy it then proceeded to slowly tickle the desperate mans glans. After 15 seconds of agonising teasing it withdrew to be instantaneously replaced by a softer goose feather which swirled all over the head of Bobby’s tortured shaft. In turn it was replaced by a pheasant plume that delicately sawed up and down underside of the mans length. “One hundred different sensations but all of them equally tortuous and designed to elicit unique responses,” laughed the Director. “It is currently set to “sequence” so Bobby experiences, in turn, each of the 100 feathers in a 25 minute cycle before the process restarts. It can also be set to a randomised pattern or certain particular feathers can be pre-programmed. My personal favourite is the Condor wing feather, it produces spectacular results! We have agreements with every bird sanctuary, raptor centre and zoo in the country to ship us all of the molted feathers we need. No birds are ever harmed, after all we are not monsters,” she chuckled. “Bobby here, as well enjoying the feathery kisses of the “box” has been treated to the usual cocktail of viagra and strict orgasm supressent. Though he is literally beside himself with excitement he will never reach climax but shall we see how far we can push him?” Grace nodded not knowing what to expect but suspecting the two beautiful lingerie clad women would soon be adding to Bobby’s torment. “Ladies if you please, our guest requires some entertainment.”
“Why of course Dr,” the lady holding the feather answered. “We have been neglecting you Bobby! How naughty of us! We wouldn’t want you to get bored now would we? And we know just what you like...Look at this wonderful feather Bobby, it’s so long and beautiful. I wonder what it would feel like on my very, very, very ticklish feet? Shall we find out?” She raised her left stockinged leg ensuring Bobby had the perfect view of her black nyloned sole and slowly dragged the feather from her toes to her heel. “Oh my!” She gasped. “That tickles sooooo badly, it’s torture!” Bobby’s moaning and begging increased as the insidious effect of the visual stimulation kicked in. “I wonder how it would feel on my toes?” She gently flicked the feathers tip across her digits and let out a peal of giggles. “Aaaaah I can’t stand it! My toes are so ticklish Bobby! Shall I try my high arches next?” She swept the macaw feather up and down her nylon covered arch. The only sound in the room, other than Bobby’s increasing agitation was the “scritch, scritch” sound of a feather being played across nylon. “I can’t bear it Bobby! My poor arches are just so sensitive the feather is unbearable!”
The floor show continued as she applied the feather to her instep, heel and even the top of her foot, describing in detail just how much it tickled before repeating the process on her right foot. “I can’t take anymore tickling Bobby”, she said breathlessly but I guess I’ll have to, just for you.” Discarding the feather, she placed her beautiful hosed feet in the lap of the second lady. “Marianne, what have you got there!?” She exclaimed in mock horror. “Oh no! NOT the feather duster! Not on my stockinged feet! Please anything but that!” Marianne arched her eyebrows in feigned cruelty and began playfully dusting the nyloned soles. She swirled the feathers over every inch of her victims feet. “I’m coming for yooooour toooooes,” she exclaimed in a sing-songy voice. “Eeeeeek!!! Not my poor toes! This is tickle torture! Bobby! Bobby! I can’t take any more tickling! Pleeeeze make her have mercy on my poor stockinged feet!”
Grace watched the two talented actresses with wonder. They seemed to relish their job joyfully throwing themselves into the roles of torturer and giggling, helpless victim. All the while the Bird Box continued to inflict ever changing ticklish torments on Bobby’s straining cock. “Excellent work ladies. I think you have taken Bobby’s desperation to new heights. As you can see Commander Sparks having a victims fantasy played out in front of him using the classic visual cues of black stockings, feathers and a feather duster drives our guests insane. And Bobby here has no choice but to watch, otherwise we slowly increase the dosage of the tickling serum which given what we are doing to his most sensitive spot would be utterly excruciating.” Grace nodded, “Impressive.” Dr Burden smiled, “No Commander, what is truly impressive is that as well as being something of an R+D centre we are also a manufacturing facility. We have built several thousand of the Mark 1 Bird Boxes and they have already been shipped to every police station and law enforcement facility in the country. Our hard working and valiant sisters on the front line now have this technology at their disposal to keep the local male populations in line!” Graces eyes widened, “By the many mothers! That will change everything!” Dr Burden smiled with pride, “We all play our part in the great reconfiguring and this is just the beginning. Just think Bobby,” she said turning to the prisoner, “You have helped us develop a tool that will soon be tickling the fancy of every law breaking man in America! You should be rewarded! Ladies please resume feathering each other’s feet for the pleasure of our very special guest here!” Bobby let out a howl of frustration as his own personal nylon tickling show resumed and the Bird Box continued its relentless, tortuous feathering of his swollen member. “This way please Commander Sparks for our final stop on this level.”
“This is the culmination of this particular punishment sequence. I think you will agree all the members of Commissar Lycacheva’s team have excelled themselves. If you remember an individual guest, by the time they reach this room will have had their genitals thoroughly stimulated by Madame Fifi and her French maids, their nylon feet mercilessly tickled by the Devil, a session under the wheel of delights, several hours of backside feathering and tickle talk with the Angels and at least 4 full cycles in the Bird Box with accompanying floor show. By this point they are at desperation levels that I cannot even imagine but we can always raise the bar here at Nova Dea. Lets show you how we do it. Welcome to room 1F.”
Grace noted the layout was similar to room 1E but with some key differences. As before a frantic looking man was restrained, kneeling on a padded bench but with his arms secured above his head. Instead of sofas two massage tables had been placed directly in front of him. Both were occupied by two beautiful women, lying flat out on their stomachs wearing lacy negligees and what looked like incredibly fine, cream coloured, seamed, fully fashioned reinforced heel and toe stockings with a very light sheen. A third woman was standing behind the immobilised prisoner wearing coffee coloured underwear and hold ups. “Commander Sparks this is Magenta, upper body tickling specialist and her assistants Colombia and Janet. Magenta would you be so kind as to let the Commissar take over this session, she is very keen to show the Commander here her talents.” Magenta smiled, “With pleasure Dr. We have been working on Simon here for the last hour. He is at a 40% proof serum level targeting his abs, ribs and under arms, which for reference are particularly sensitive. For 3 instances of cussing and disobedience the level of serum targeting his cock has been raised to 3%.” Magenta ran her fingers through the mans hair and whispered into his ear, “Goodbye my tickle toy. I’m going leave you in the tender hands of the Commissar now but don’t worry she taught me everything I know.” Simon’s useless struggles became more frantic as the Commissar positioned herself directly behind him, “Nice to see you again Simon we let’s see if we can put a smile on your face ....before I break you!” the Commissar said in an icy tone.
“I think you will find this interesting Commander Sparks. In this room we introduce the element of choice, though I admit the choice is between a rock and very hard place,” nodding at Simons magnificently erect cock. “The choice is simple. Pleasure or punishment. If the prisoner chooses pleasure then Colombia and Janet take turns in administering the slowest most mind blowing nylon foot job to a man who would sell his own soul to climax but chemically, simply, cannot. Note they are both wearing the finest silk stockings to magnify the effects of their feet without any unnecessary friction. We double team this process to ensure what can be a very long session does not unduly tire our hard working punishment technicians. The slow stimulation of his member by the objects of his nylon foot fetish is totally overwhelming but relief is on hand. At any point he can stop the madness inducing nylon foot teasing by saying the word “punishment” at which point Ekaterina will tickle his upper body senseless until he elects once again for “pleasure” and so fourth. It is terribly fun to watch. Commissar you have the room.”
“So traitor what is your choice.” Already breathing heavily, “P.p.pleasure,” moaned the naked man. Colombia slowly raised her sheer stockinged legs and wrapped her feet around his straining manhood. She gently pumped up and down with practised slowness, the silk material gliding up and over the engorged head. “Aaaaaah, AAAAAhhhh, oh please, pleeeezeee, AaaHhhh GOD NO! pleeeeeeze no, GAAAaaaaa, Ah AAH Aaaaaeeeeeiii, let ME CUM!!!!! Pleeeezzeeeee I’M BEGGING YOooou naaaaaaaow mooooooreeee PLEEEEEEEAAAAAZEEEEE!!”
“The say the word dog,” said Lycacheva coldly. “Ahhhhhh, Aaahhhh, AHHHHHH!!!!! PUNISHMENT! PUNISHMENT!!!!!” The nylon soles were withdrawn from his cock and the Commissar mercilessly dug her fingers into his abs. The shrieking took on a different tone as the insidious tickling serum did its evil work, “AAHHHH HAAAAA, HAAAAAAA, GAAAAAAAD, HA Not there, GaaAAaa Not THERE!!!!!” The Comissar worked her talented fingers into each muscle, alternately poking and kneading, “just so you know whilst I’m tickling you I’m wearing those very black very very sheer stockings you love,” which caused his already rigid cock to twitch. “AHHAHAHA HAAAAAA NOOOOO!!!! PleaHAAaaaa, PLEASUAAAAAH, PLEASURE!!!!”
The Commissar ceased her tortures and immediately Janets silk stockinged feet encircled his desperately erect cock. Up and down, up and down the fine material grazed his throbbing member. “Oh Simon, Simooooon, are the seams on my stockings straight Simon? I want my legs to look pretty for you as I caress your big cock with my soft sheer silken soles and toes!” Janet purred whilst casually playing Candy Crush on her phone. The verbal teasing seemed to take poor Simon over the edge “PUNISHMENT!!” he pleaded desperately.
The Commissar targeted under the prisoners under arms and he literally went berserk. She used her nails to gentle scratch and lightly tickle the skin before rotating her thumbs deep in his armpits. Simons individual words were no longer discernible. As he neared unconsciousness the Commissar paused the attack on his hypersensitive armpits, “so what is it to be now Simon? Did you not answer? You KNOW how seriously I take disobedience! Increase the serum in his gentitals to 5% and double the dose in his upper body! And since you seem incapable of following even a simple instruction you leave me no choice but to tickle and pleasure you simultaneously! Colombia use those pretty feet of yours to make him wish he had never been born!” As Colombia’s silken feet slowly tormented his raging hard on, now twice as sensitive as it was a moment ago, the Commissar picked up 2 stiff raven feathers and began to sweep them over his rock hard and excruciatingly ticklish nipples. The combination of demented laughter and desperate moans of sexual frustration reached a fever pitch level. “My dear Ekaterina you have outdone yourself once again!” gushed Dr Burden.
There was an urgent knocking at the door. “Come!” barked the Dr. A young blonde, bespeckled woman in a business suit and suntan hose rushed into the room. “Dr I am so sorry to interrupt your session but you really should see this!” She glanced fascinated at the bound prisoner who was currently having feathers twirled in each armpit whilst both Colombia and Janets stockinged feet were simultaneously and relentlessly stimulating the mans cock. Dr Burden took the proffered sheet of paper and gasped. “What does it say?” Grace enquired. The Dr read aloud, “Communique from Elysium. The President has today dissolved the Senate and the House of Representatives. All political parties are now deemed illegal organisations and subject to the full and righteous force of the law. Long live President Nielsen! Long live New America!” She paused, “There is also a postscript, we expect there to be a marked rise in the number saboteurs, dissenters and general malcontents. We will need the services of Nova Dea even more than ever when it comes to these enemies of the state. Prepare yourselves to be very very busy.”
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