Author's Note: To my fans the recession in my areas bad with a aprt time job I spend most time doing odd end jobs. So the time I do have to write isn't too much. Been writing multiple stories and catching up on my non-tickling fiction. With out further prolonging I give you Ch. 10
Ch.10
Screaming, pains of laughter, sobs of fear those were the lullabies Angela was becoming familiar with. The new device she sat in held her wrists over her head the wooden bars that racked along her back were slightly curve restricting her from even the slightest of movement. She was physically exhausted as well as mentally. Her fellow captive Rose Miller aka “Hidden Rose” had undergone her torture for much longer. It was the one admirable hope as it reminded her constantly of Samantha. Samantha would endure and logically speaking Angela could as well but Ramirez was far more cunning than she had first imagined. Ramirez began her torture sensually then ferociously with out mercy then by playing the mental games of torment then kindness confused the senses. Eventually she had Angela’s mind so rattled logic became too difficult a concept to grasp. It was worth while experience to the training of her limits in sexual and tickling interrogation. Ramirez was definitely a worthy foe she was a challenge to both the mental and physical aspects of resistance. Rose’s mental strength was already falling apart as she randomly babbled for mercy. They found her weakness which was to get her to cum and then tickle her afterwards. But her redhead stubbornness showed as she refused to give up her information.
“N-no… hehehehe stahaahahaawp it! Not there anymore… not my tohhohohohoes…” Rose whimpered as she laughed hoarsely her throat itched in dryness it was raw from over stimulation and laughing. She had assistance one on each foot running feathers between all her toes ironically they discovered doing this while teasing her nipples turned her on and the one between her legs, Ramirez, smiled wickedly relishing the sawing of the downed fluffy feather over her lips tracing them ever so gentle.
Angela watched this as she mewled through her gag tormentors was using the same feathers over her throbbing nipples. Tears were in her eyes as that evening with Ramirez and that evil machine had broken her. Angela felt a pit of shame as she gave away access codes and information of Section 7 but nothing prepared her for the new extremes even she could have imagined Ramirez would use. It seem Ramirez had prepared a whole new level of tickle torture and that “Final Technique” in her stylized process was way too much for any woman sensitive to tickling or passion. Angela whimpered crying she felt like she betrayed everyone, especially Samantha, she shouldn’t be crying but she was already pressed beyond limits although Ramirez cleverly kept her from complete exhaustion. She was near the gates of fatigue, sexual breaking, and mental failure. Even when the women at her feet ran there nails for the thousandth time along her arches Angela just gave into the laughter shaking her bound restrains.
Screaming Rose again those milky white thighs trembled as those pink lower lips blossomed her whole body shuddered in her kneeling position arms tied to her back held upward by a chain to the ceiling. Ramirez was applying that Final Technique and Rose hung her head whimpering. As soon as Rose’s seething mound was caressed she gave out heavy seedy moans of pleasure that soft feather parted those lips in a large O same as her mouth. Her echoing moans bounced off the walls and Ramirez smile was as sinister as the Devil. The women around Rose stopped their torment and watched almost mesmerized as Ramirez held the Black Feather similar to the Diva’s tightening circles around her clit. Rose was on edge her whole body tingled in sensation her nerves and mind were on overdrive the hours of torture and the Feather drag made her nerves highly receptive. Each trace of that stiff yet soft feather around her lips just made the muscles clench wider to open waiting for its lover to enter.
Ramirez smirked triumphantly her skilled hands deftly trace Rose’s lower lips in circles till the stiff black feather flicked inside of Rose causing her to scream in pleasure before giggling. This could not be happening Rose felt the pit of her stomach like molten fire subdued by cold frost. She felt light headed as the feather traced the inside of her walls her womanhood being violated. As the feather probed and search each sharp soft tendrils was like a thousand kisses along her skin like a caterpillar was wandering around and her giggles became throaty laughter. When Ramirez found that particular spot Rose could only approve in a longing mewing sound and her waist tried to grind with the feather but with no firm waist or solid to rub roughly against that soft feather was the center of attention and pleasure. Try and try again Rose needed to cum and yet couldn’t get. it was hell the soft yet sturdy feather flicked in a circle inside her till honey dripped in a soft stream down on the table and Rose held her head down whimpering in soft giggly moans.
“Tell me chica can you tell your Mistress your secrets. If not, I cannot finish this. And you are so ready aren’t you?” said Ramirez softly kissing Rose’s pouting lower lips as the feather stroke her spot causing Rose to purr.
Rose was seeing stars behind her eyes she was going to pass out. “Y-yes heheheee…Mmmm, Mistress please…let me ohhhh…hehehee cum….”
Ramirez grinned as she softly took her finger and rubbed Rose’s clit. To Rose it was the softest velvet touch in her life. “What’s your Secret Rose?”
Rose bit her lower lip as sensitive as she was she could be resigning herself to death as she spoke softly as all eyes lay on her in anticipation. “I’m mmmmm…*snort* hehehee lesbian…”
Ramirez threw back a throaty laughter shaking her head the technique had done the same to Angela and even Angela scrunched her toes knowing what was to come. Ramirez gently took her ruby lips and blew along Rose’s lips and she shuddered then the feather flick that g-spot a few times and right when Rose would feel herself going the edge nails came across her arches and she bolted up screaming and ungodly howl as she laughed with uncontrollable anger. The technique pushed over sensitivity and the punishing effect was merciless as Ramirez’s fingers like talons racked along the pink raw skin of Rose’s feet. Taking the quill tip to her lips Ramirez grin sadistically sawing front and back the feather along Rose’s clit and her howling laughter mixed with groans only stirred Ramirez on. Immediately the Latin interrogator got on the table squatting before her captive black covered leather crotched rubbed against Rose’s ass opening it slightly as one hand leaned forward to touch her blossomed lips Ramirez’s firmed breasts rubbed against Rose’s bare back and Rose shuddered feeling a velvety hand caress her nipples. Rose found herself lewdly grinding against Ramirez letting all abandon take over anything to have that orgasm now.
Ramirez stopped short and hopped down pushing away sweaty black hair from her forehead. Rose cursed and cried pleadingly and all Ramirez did was walk up in front of Angela and leaned over kissing Angela’s steamy sex. Angela felt herself wet watching the show and would have given anything for her to be Ramirez more and more she found herself drawn to Ramirez and as that tongue that broke her last night left their eyes meet with a hazy look. “I want them both tied and prepped to my bed chamber It’s Rose’s turn to suffer as Angela did and Angela was really naughty for watching her mistress.” Angela shuddered and whimpered a soft No she didn’t want to go back in there she knew she would not make it. Where was Samantha? Where’s Section 7? There were hopless situations and then there was abandonment. Was this what Chloe spoke of with Ramirez as they tortured her? A flick of a feather distracted Angela as she felt her moist lips teased and Angela couldn’t help but hang her head.
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Storm growled starring at Johnny and the rest in the van who smiled at the pretty sight she was and her slight tan skin flushed Eddie had brought her to a delicious climax and he was now possibly dead on the floor. The kid only wanted to escape this life and now he was dying perhaps wondering why this all happened as it did. Testing her bonds Samantha had to give it to Eddie he did a good job tying her up. The sounds of traffic filled the small moving truck as turns were taken the guys all tried to lean and hold the table Johnny leaning close. The young man was pale wearing a black turtle neck sweater and long leather pants and suede loafers. Johnny’s hair looked greasy and long to his shoulders giving him this slick back Italian look as he smiled to Storm. Producing a single feather from a sleeve Storm tensed watching it as the men laughed in the van. Slowly Johnny traced it along her abdomen and the sensation tingled after her orgasm it was evident she was much more receptive and responsive biting her lower lip not wanting to give Johnny the pleasure and growled.
“Back off!” Storm shouted at Johnny as she wrestled in her bonds.
Johnny merely made a sadistic smile tongue hanging out licking her stomach. “Easy sweet heart I’m just keeping you glowing we got a bit of a drive can’t have you dying down just yet. Name’s Johnny, Johnny Blades I’m going to take care of you till you meet the Father. You’re one hard broad to find you know? When news came you were in this town we wanted to be sure you got a proper welcome than that tool Eddie gave yah.”
Samantha growl then giggled as Johnny stroke the simple brown feather down between her legs and Storm wiggled her hips. “No, don’t you dare I’ll fucking rip your . . . heheheee.”
Johnny had his long nails teasing Samantha’s right foot. He literally trembled with joy at how soft and velvety it felt against his sharpen pointed nails he filed. Her giggling was intoxicating and some of the guys were just getting a hard on watching the sight as storm peeled into laughter as he raked his digits against her arches sending Samantha to buck in her restraints. Samantha was unguarded by the attack she knew after an orgasm she’d be twice as vulnerable to tickling but the fires stirring in her belly again rose slightly trying to shake her head in the feeling as that damnable brown feather caressed softly up her legs. Her eyes narrowed at Johnny as she growled holding it in fighting the urge to laugh till he flicked that feather over her soft lips which held a slight perspiration and mewed.
Storm couldn’t believe herself that she purred to that and grumbled resisting as Johnny continued to flick her lower lips tenderly her breathing mixed with gasps and growls at the same time. The sounds only seem to stir Johnny on as the men behind him watched. There was a brief moment of eye contact and Samantha could see in that man’s eyes was insanity just this sexual sense of offense the man wasn’t all there and it unnerved her momentarily as he let his tongue out and licked over her abs his nails spider up her ribs eliciting giggles from her closed lips before those pointed nails like claw scratched into her arm pits painfully causing storm to howl. One of the men came up to grab Samantha’s foot giving it a whirl and she saw Johnny’s expression turn cold and back hand the man yet in his hand a knife as there the feather falling in a slow descent.
Johnny appeared pissed as he looked at the henchman and growled. “This woman belongs to the father and me. Any of you bastards come about and touch her with out consent get a vasectomy with an exacto knife. That clear?
Johnny seemingly pissed off drew Storm’s interest as she smirked curiously at how ill temper this idiot was. The men backed away and a few held to the table as he looked at Samantha from between her legs. He gave the impression of a shark starring at its prey as he leaned close to her womanhood. Storm just wanted to close her legs and snap the guy’s neck and growled low at him as he sniffed her crotch looking away repulsed as Johnny gave that broad shark like smirk.
“You smell good enough to eat. But the father be pissed if I take a taste.” Saying this coyly he dragged his nails along Sam’s inner thighs causing her to howl in anguish then laughing her head off.
“Kill you. Hahaahaha Not t-there! Not t-the nails! Ahhh Ahhh hahahahahahaaaaa!” She couldn’t help but laugh when he lobster clawed her thighs causing Samantha to buck. God how she hated tickling and cursed him out laughing throwing her head back and fourth trying to avoid those nails but with out any effort he just continued stirring the fire as his nails trace along her pouting lips.
Samantha felt the fires stirring she tried to not let on she was being turned on her years of training kicked in as she allowed him to see her flush playing the role of innocent woman enjoying his administrations. This wasn’t an interrogation these were boys just wanting kicks and she lewdly swayed her hips to his touch. The crowd egged Johnny on and the sight of these slobbering men reminded Storm she still had her mission. Slowly she tried to give a show little mature giggles mixed with purring sent some of the men to jaw drop and Johnny continued to play her like a fiddle till the truck stop and the men seem disappointed. Johnny returned to her feet and caress the soft tender flesh which seem to sooth Storm slightly as she scrunch her toes and wiggled for him giving a little smile with a wink and Johnny grinned and told the men to untie her.
They did with haste some stroking her skin while unbuckling her it made Samantha sick to her stomach but she had her mission and as soon as her hands were free and they were ready to grab her she reared her legs back heel kicking one man to the face and hand stand rounding her legs in a cappoiera style knocking the men back and ready to beat the hell out of him till the cocking of a gun was heard Johnny standing before her with a bundle of clothes in his hand. Storm knelt on the restraining table eyeing him and he waved the gun for her to get on the floor. Slowly hands behind her head she stared at him Johnny getting a full view of this slightly tan woman with exceptionally tone legs, abs, and lean definition firm breasts drawing his attention as she took a seductive pose smiling at him.
“Yah Father told me you were a bad ass spy or something. But, your womanly charm doesn’t work on me. Just making you scream is enough bitch now put these clothes on.” With that Johnny threw the clothes at Samantha’s chest and tossed her some boots.
Samantha examined the bundle of clothes – some black underwear, blue jeans, an olive green T-shirt and some socks. She slipped the skimpy panties on first, then the equally skimpy bra. Johnny watched her closely all the time, that shark like grin on his face. She paid him no attention.
She pulled the jeans on and noticed her belt with the lightning bolt buckle was threaded through the loops.
“Yeah got to have you looking the part Miss Samantha Storm or else I get reprimanded.” Johnny leered.
Samantha shrugged and pulled on the T-shirt, socks and ankle boots. She knew how to use a belt as a weapon if she had to but they obviously weren’t bothered about that.
“Now what, freak?” She said, leaning back against the table.
Johnny held out a pair of cuffs. “Turn around and cross your wrists. Don’t try any of that kung-fu shit either. You’re quick lady, but I’m quicker.”
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Ross lay silently on the medical bed the machine that fed him oxygen beeped now and then. He felt distant his body couldn’t move and he was more or less unconscious his mind slipping back and forth to the intense battle he had barely survived. Life had slipped from him a moment as everything went white his eyes adjust to an orange sunset in a home the voice of a woman singing drew his attention as he looked into the room. He walked through the house silently disorientated as everything he viewed through a fishbowl as he walked limping through the house; it was his house with his ex-wife. Walking towards the singing he came to their bedroom door and stood before it hand reaching for the door. As he opened darkness engulfed him and he raised his arms shielding himself. The room was rusty and dark white painted walls stain and peeling eyes widen in fear the singing became insane laughter as he watched his ex-wife laughing insane on table shadowy figures surrounding her.
“Becky!” Ross charged forward towards her and he felt himself fall through the floor and falling through darkness it felt eternal sifting through the shadows. He fell continuously her screams of laughter echoing through the air making Ross cover his ears. When he closed his eyes and opened them he stood before his wife’s body starring at her lifeless form. She had left him because he was too much into his work and didn’t seek a better life. For Ross he wasn’t sure if it was just that. They merely grew apart becoming two different people; her business woman, he devoted to law enforcement. His hands stroke her face lovingly even if she no longer loved him this wasn’t something he would have asked for her or anyone. He knelt before her sobbing a man as strong as him rarely shed tears but his head lay against her cold lifeless body.
“Becky, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I got you involved in this. . . .Involved in this world had I gotten there sooner you may still be alive.” Was all Ross could muster to say as he sobbed heavily against her cold skin.
“Ross . . .”
His eyes open turning around seeing Samantha tied to a chair his heart sank seeing she was beat up and smiling. Ross turned running towards her and as hard as he ran he was getting no closer. The shadowy figures surrounded Samantha and all he could hear was her insane laughter and Ross pushed harder racing towards her till a blinding light claimed him. Starring at the white ceiling in the hospital room Ross just stared up at it silently thinking to himself. “Storm . . .”
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Dane had fun interrogating Elena her toes flexed and she purred as he massaged them softly. “Lady, you know this is good bye. They’ll be taking you into custody whoever this Section 7 is.”
Elena looked up at him for whatever reason this man pushed her buttons and the Russian couldn’t help but feel almost thankful to his kindness knowing worse was to come to her when she was handed over. “Cowboy, do you love her?”
Dane was taken back a bit by that and stroke Elena’s foot lovingly with a hand. “Yah Russia, she’s my bunny lass. Can’t just be reunited with her to lose her again you know? I know this cloak and feather stuff ain’t my business but you ain’t half bad lady just makin’ money on the wrong road.”
“Don’t, many men have tried Cowboy but you won’t be the first. I am what I want to be. I enjoy it. It is a shame you and I cannot be on the same side. Frankly I’m on my side where are you? Do you think they will let you help find her? No your government will make no use of this to the civil side of your world. You will see my Cowboy how they will regard you.” Elena said sadly as she leaned back in the chair she was fastened too wearing a simple robe.
Dane sighed he knew as well and put her feet down. He had interrogated Elena once he was some what patched up. He knew where Feather was being produced and where Samantha was heading. The Chief would drop them like a sack of bad potatoes and Section 7 would make it seem they dropped off the radar. “Damn . . .”
Elena watched him as he got up on his crutch to leave. “Cowboy. . . will I ever see you again?”
Dane felt her interest felt Elena and he got close. He didn’t tickle torture her cruelly but out of need and some what kindness. “I reckon when you bust yourself out we will meet again little lady.”
As he tipped his lone star hat Elena grinned. “I’ll come find you and pay you back Cowboy. Don’t forget that.”
Dane stepped out of the room an older woman’s hand on his shoulder. “You did all you could. Understand their jobs have a lot of risk. To do what others cannot do. I’m sorry but from here on you and Ross should leave this to us.”
Dane stared at the older woman with brown hair wearing the grey suit. She was the head of Section 7. “Fox was it?” The woman was rather beautiful though shorter than Dane she held these compelling eyes and an air of authority.
Fox nodded and escorted him with several men. “You both served your country well. I’m sorry about Angela but you may not ever see her again. As cruel as it is I sympathize with your loss.”
Dane wasn’t too sure about it but he walked with them through the chrome metallic halls thinking of what she said. “What about Samantha?”
Fox paused a moment in her step and faced him. “This was her first reckless step. She’s gone off comms to find Angela no doubt. We lost touch with her after we came to pick you up. If anything she’s most likely retracing her foot steps. A word of friendly advice as much as you want to help them in the end it’ll only harm yourself.”
Dane sighed turning away from her thinking on her words and continued down the hall. “And what about Ross what’s going to happen to him?”
Fox continued. “We left him in the Norwalk Hospital as soon as he was able to be transported from his injuries. What he does is same as you. He’ll receive a notification but given his records I doubt he’ll listen to reason. So we will be keeping a close observation on him.”
Steadily walking on the crutch Dane smirked knowing Ross wasn’t going to stay lying down for long and shield his eyes as they open the doors to a Helipad. “Hang in there partner.”
Entering the Cab with Fox and several agents Dane sat looking out to the place one last time. Section 7 was one intense piece of work and as Fox handed him the blind fold he covered his eyes sighing thinking of Angie and hoping she wasn’t having it too rough. He make any of those Feather creeps pay for it if they hurt the Bunny Lass. No doubt about it this was far from over. As the hum of the helicopter blades came to life Dane sighed heavier wondering where Samantha was and leaned back in his chair tipping his hat forward taking a snooze not really having anything to say.
Fox monitored the man and sighed as she looked out the window wondering where Samantha was. It wasn’t like her to be reckless not Samantha but this was much bigger than Samantha far deeper and she stroke the Rose pendent on her neck thinking of her friend and the old days when she was an Agent. There was a brief smirk recalling her old partner and pondered about the email she received. Rose had found the Dawn Project again it was so long ago since they last were involved with that name. But after losing Tom Rose went AWOL but Rose was a lose cannon but good at the spy business. The email was still mostly being decrypted as it held some sensitive information. Fox sighed wondering how the new generation would handle old wounds looking at Dane a moment before closing her own eyes resting for the trip.
Behind her close Eyes Fox recalled the Irish man from her years back on the field that gallivant smile. That can do spirit those days at Russia were hell he Rose and Fox were a team one she was fond of till they lost touch with him in their last mission. Rose never gave up looking for him Fox had to move on for the betterment of her career and unit. Thee wasn’t a day she regretted his capture and they could not go to help him it tore Rose deeply as they were lovers then again she too . . . Opening her eyes she looked at Dane and wondered how well Samantha was fairing. She hoped whatever it was she was doing was it worth the risks that would soon come with them.
Ch.10
Screaming, pains of laughter, sobs of fear those were the lullabies Angela was becoming familiar with. The new device she sat in held her wrists over her head the wooden bars that racked along her back were slightly curve restricting her from even the slightest of movement. She was physically exhausted as well as mentally. Her fellow captive Rose Miller aka “Hidden Rose” had undergone her torture for much longer. It was the one admirable hope as it reminded her constantly of Samantha. Samantha would endure and logically speaking Angela could as well but Ramirez was far more cunning than she had first imagined. Ramirez began her torture sensually then ferociously with out mercy then by playing the mental games of torment then kindness confused the senses. Eventually she had Angela’s mind so rattled logic became too difficult a concept to grasp. It was worth while experience to the training of her limits in sexual and tickling interrogation. Ramirez was definitely a worthy foe she was a challenge to both the mental and physical aspects of resistance. Rose’s mental strength was already falling apart as she randomly babbled for mercy. They found her weakness which was to get her to cum and then tickle her afterwards. But her redhead stubbornness showed as she refused to give up her information.
“N-no… hehehehe stahaahahaawp it! Not there anymore… not my tohhohohohoes…” Rose whimpered as she laughed hoarsely her throat itched in dryness it was raw from over stimulation and laughing. She had assistance one on each foot running feathers between all her toes ironically they discovered doing this while teasing her nipples turned her on and the one between her legs, Ramirez, smiled wickedly relishing the sawing of the downed fluffy feather over her lips tracing them ever so gentle.
Angela watched this as she mewled through her gag tormentors was using the same feathers over her throbbing nipples. Tears were in her eyes as that evening with Ramirez and that evil machine had broken her. Angela felt a pit of shame as she gave away access codes and information of Section 7 but nothing prepared her for the new extremes even she could have imagined Ramirez would use. It seem Ramirez had prepared a whole new level of tickle torture and that “Final Technique” in her stylized process was way too much for any woman sensitive to tickling or passion. Angela whimpered crying she felt like she betrayed everyone, especially Samantha, she shouldn’t be crying but she was already pressed beyond limits although Ramirez cleverly kept her from complete exhaustion. She was near the gates of fatigue, sexual breaking, and mental failure. Even when the women at her feet ran there nails for the thousandth time along her arches Angela just gave into the laughter shaking her bound restrains.
Screaming Rose again those milky white thighs trembled as those pink lower lips blossomed her whole body shuddered in her kneeling position arms tied to her back held upward by a chain to the ceiling. Ramirez was applying that Final Technique and Rose hung her head whimpering. As soon as Rose’s seething mound was caressed she gave out heavy seedy moans of pleasure that soft feather parted those lips in a large O same as her mouth. Her echoing moans bounced off the walls and Ramirez smile was as sinister as the Devil. The women around Rose stopped their torment and watched almost mesmerized as Ramirez held the Black Feather similar to the Diva’s tightening circles around her clit. Rose was on edge her whole body tingled in sensation her nerves and mind were on overdrive the hours of torture and the Feather drag made her nerves highly receptive. Each trace of that stiff yet soft feather around her lips just made the muscles clench wider to open waiting for its lover to enter.
Ramirez smirked triumphantly her skilled hands deftly trace Rose’s lower lips in circles till the stiff black feather flicked inside of Rose causing her to scream in pleasure before giggling. This could not be happening Rose felt the pit of her stomach like molten fire subdued by cold frost. She felt light headed as the feather traced the inside of her walls her womanhood being violated. As the feather probed and search each sharp soft tendrils was like a thousand kisses along her skin like a caterpillar was wandering around and her giggles became throaty laughter. When Ramirez found that particular spot Rose could only approve in a longing mewing sound and her waist tried to grind with the feather but with no firm waist or solid to rub roughly against that soft feather was the center of attention and pleasure. Try and try again Rose needed to cum and yet couldn’t get. it was hell the soft yet sturdy feather flicked in a circle inside her till honey dripped in a soft stream down on the table and Rose held her head down whimpering in soft giggly moans.
“Tell me chica can you tell your Mistress your secrets. If not, I cannot finish this. And you are so ready aren’t you?” said Ramirez softly kissing Rose’s pouting lower lips as the feather stroke her spot causing Rose to purr.
Rose was seeing stars behind her eyes she was going to pass out. “Y-yes heheheee…Mmmm, Mistress please…let me ohhhh…hehehee cum….”
Ramirez grinned as she softly took her finger and rubbed Rose’s clit. To Rose it was the softest velvet touch in her life. “What’s your Secret Rose?”
Rose bit her lower lip as sensitive as she was she could be resigning herself to death as she spoke softly as all eyes lay on her in anticipation. “I’m mmmmm…*snort* hehehee lesbian…”
Ramirez threw back a throaty laughter shaking her head the technique had done the same to Angela and even Angela scrunched her toes knowing what was to come. Ramirez gently took her ruby lips and blew along Rose’s lips and she shuddered then the feather flick that g-spot a few times and right when Rose would feel herself going the edge nails came across her arches and she bolted up screaming and ungodly howl as she laughed with uncontrollable anger. The technique pushed over sensitivity and the punishing effect was merciless as Ramirez’s fingers like talons racked along the pink raw skin of Rose’s feet. Taking the quill tip to her lips Ramirez grin sadistically sawing front and back the feather along Rose’s clit and her howling laughter mixed with groans only stirred Ramirez on. Immediately the Latin interrogator got on the table squatting before her captive black covered leather crotched rubbed against Rose’s ass opening it slightly as one hand leaned forward to touch her blossomed lips Ramirez’s firmed breasts rubbed against Rose’s bare back and Rose shuddered feeling a velvety hand caress her nipples. Rose found herself lewdly grinding against Ramirez letting all abandon take over anything to have that orgasm now.
Ramirez stopped short and hopped down pushing away sweaty black hair from her forehead. Rose cursed and cried pleadingly and all Ramirez did was walk up in front of Angela and leaned over kissing Angela’s steamy sex. Angela felt herself wet watching the show and would have given anything for her to be Ramirez more and more she found herself drawn to Ramirez and as that tongue that broke her last night left their eyes meet with a hazy look. “I want them both tied and prepped to my bed chamber It’s Rose’s turn to suffer as Angela did and Angela was really naughty for watching her mistress.” Angela shuddered and whimpered a soft No she didn’t want to go back in there she knew she would not make it. Where was Samantha? Where’s Section 7? There were hopless situations and then there was abandonment. Was this what Chloe spoke of with Ramirez as they tortured her? A flick of a feather distracted Angela as she felt her moist lips teased and Angela couldn’t help but hang her head.
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Storm growled starring at Johnny and the rest in the van who smiled at the pretty sight she was and her slight tan skin flushed Eddie had brought her to a delicious climax and he was now possibly dead on the floor. The kid only wanted to escape this life and now he was dying perhaps wondering why this all happened as it did. Testing her bonds Samantha had to give it to Eddie he did a good job tying her up. The sounds of traffic filled the small moving truck as turns were taken the guys all tried to lean and hold the table Johnny leaning close. The young man was pale wearing a black turtle neck sweater and long leather pants and suede loafers. Johnny’s hair looked greasy and long to his shoulders giving him this slick back Italian look as he smiled to Storm. Producing a single feather from a sleeve Storm tensed watching it as the men laughed in the van. Slowly Johnny traced it along her abdomen and the sensation tingled after her orgasm it was evident she was much more receptive and responsive biting her lower lip not wanting to give Johnny the pleasure and growled.
“Back off!” Storm shouted at Johnny as she wrestled in her bonds.
Johnny merely made a sadistic smile tongue hanging out licking her stomach. “Easy sweet heart I’m just keeping you glowing we got a bit of a drive can’t have you dying down just yet. Name’s Johnny, Johnny Blades I’m going to take care of you till you meet the Father. You’re one hard broad to find you know? When news came you were in this town we wanted to be sure you got a proper welcome than that tool Eddie gave yah.”
Samantha growl then giggled as Johnny stroke the simple brown feather down between her legs and Storm wiggled her hips. “No, don’t you dare I’ll fucking rip your . . . heheheee.”
Johnny had his long nails teasing Samantha’s right foot. He literally trembled with joy at how soft and velvety it felt against his sharpen pointed nails he filed. Her giggling was intoxicating and some of the guys were just getting a hard on watching the sight as storm peeled into laughter as he raked his digits against her arches sending Samantha to buck in her restraints. Samantha was unguarded by the attack she knew after an orgasm she’d be twice as vulnerable to tickling but the fires stirring in her belly again rose slightly trying to shake her head in the feeling as that damnable brown feather caressed softly up her legs. Her eyes narrowed at Johnny as she growled holding it in fighting the urge to laugh till he flicked that feather over her soft lips which held a slight perspiration and mewed.
Storm couldn’t believe herself that she purred to that and grumbled resisting as Johnny continued to flick her lower lips tenderly her breathing mixed with gasps and growls at the same time. The sounds only seem to stir Johnny on as the men behind him watched. There was a brief moment of eye contact and Samantha could see in that man’s eyes was insanity just this sexual sense of offense the man wasn’t all there and it unnerved her momentarily as he let his tongue out and licked over her abs his nails spider up her ribs eliciting giggles from her closed lips before those pointed nails like claw scratched into her arm pits painfully causing storm to howl. One of the men came up to grab Samantha’s foot giving it a whirl and she saw Johnny’s expression turn cold and back hand the man yet in his hand a knife as there the feather falling in a slow descent.
Johnny appeared pissed as he looked at the henchman and growled. “This woman belongs to the father and me. Any of you bastards come about and touch her with out consent get a vasectomy with an exacto knife. That clear?
Johnny seemingly pissed off drew Storm’s interest as she smirked curiously at how ill temper this idiot was. The men backed away and a few held to the table as he looked at Samantha from between her legs. He gave the impression of a shark starring at its prey as he leaned close to her womanhood. Storm just wanted to close her legs and snap the guy’s neck and growled low at him as he sniffed her crotch looking away repulsed as Johnny gave that broad shark like smirk.
“You smell good enough to eat. But the father be pissed if I take a taste.” Saying this coyly he dragged his nails along Sam’s inner thighs causing her to howl in anguish then laughing her head off.
“Kill you. Hahaahaha Not t-there! Not t-the nails! Ahhh Ahhh hahahahahahaaaaa!” She couldn’t help but laugh when he lobster clawed her thighs causing Samantha to buck. God how she hated tickling and cursed him out laughing throwing her head back and fourth trying to avoid those nails but with out any effort he just continued stirring the fire as his nails trace along her pouting lips.
Samantha felt the fires stirring she tried to not let on she was being turned on her years of training kicked in as she allowed him to see her flush playing the role of innocent woman enjoying his administrations. This wasn’t an interrogation these were boys just wanting kicks and she lewdly swayed her hips to his touch. The crowd egged Johnny on and the sight of these slobbering men reminded Storm she still had her mission. Slowly she tried to give a show little mature giggles mixed with purring sent some of the men to jaw drop and Johnny continued to play her like a fiddle till the truck stop and the men seem disappointed. Johnny returned to her feet and caress the soft tender flesh which seem to sooth Storm slightly as she scrunch her toes and wiggled for him giving a little smile with a wink and Johnny grinned and told the men to untie her.
They did with haste some stroking her skin while unbuckling her it made Samantha sick to her stomach but she had her mission and as soon as her hands were free and they were ready to grab her she reared her legs back heel kicking one man to the face and hand stand rounding her legs in a cappoiera style knocking the men back and ready to beat the hell out of him till the cocking of a gun was heard Johnny standing before her with a bundle of clothes in his hand. Storm knelt on the restraining table eyeing him and he waved the gun for her to get on the floor. Slowly hands behind her head she stared at him Johnny getting a full view of this slightly tan woman with exceptionally tone legs, abs, and lean definition firm breasts drawing his attention as she took a seductive pose smiling at him.
“Yah Father told me you were a bad ass spy or something. But, your womanly charm doesn’t work on me. Just making you scream is enough bitch now put these clothes on.” With that Johnny threw the clothes at Samantha’s chest and tossed her some boots.
Samantha examined the bundle of clothes – some black underwear, blue jeans, an olive green T-shirt and some socks. She slipped the skimpy panties on first, then the equally skimpy bra. Johnny watched her closely all the time, that shark like grin on his face. She paid him no attention.
She pulled the jeans on and noticed her belt with the lightning bolt buckle was threaded through the loops.
“Yeah got to have you looking the part Miss Samantha Storm or else I get reprimanded.” Johnny leered.
Samantha shrugged and pulled on the T-shirt, socks and ankle boots. She knew how to use a belt as a weapon if she had to but they obviously weren’t bothered about that.
“Now what, freak?” She said, leaning back against the table.
Johnny held out a pair of cuffs. “Turn around and cross your wrists. Don’t try any of that kung-fu shit either. You’re quick lady, but I’m quicker.”
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Ross lay silently on the medical bed the machine that fed him oxygen beeped now and then. He felt distant his body couldn’t move and he was more or less unconscious his mind slipping back and forth to the intense battle he had barely survived. Life had slipped from him a moment as everything went white his eyes adjust to an orange sunset in a home the voice of a woman singing drew his attention as he looked into the room. He walked through the house silently disorientated as everything he viewed through a fishbowl as he walked limping through the house; it was his house with his ex-wife. Walking towards the singing he came to their bedroom door and stood before it hand reaching for the door. As he opened darkness engulfed him and he raised his arms shielding himself. The room was rusty and dark white painted walls stain and peeling eyes widen in fear the singing became insane laughter as he watched his ex-wife laughing insane on table shadowy figures surrounding her.
“Becky!” Ross charged forward towards her and he felt himself fall through the floor and falling through darkness it felt eternal sifting through the shadows. He fell continuously her screams of laughter echoing through the air making Ross cover his ears. When he closed his eyes and opened them he stood before his wife’s body starring at her lifeless form. She had left him because he was too much into his work and didn’t seek a better life. For Ross he wasn’t sure if it was just that. They merely grew apart becoming two different people; her business woman, he devoted to law enforcement. His hands stroke her face lovingly even if she no longer loved him this wasn’t something he would have asked for her or anyone. He knelt before her sobbing a man as strong as him rarely shed tears but his head lay against her cold lifeless body.
“Becky, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I got you involved in this. . . .Involved in this world had I gotten there sooner you may still be alive.” Was all Ross could muster to say as he sobbed heavily against her cold skin.
“Ross . . .”
His eyes open turning around seeing Samantha tied to a chair his heart sank seeing she was beat up and smiling. Ross turned running towards her and as hard as he ran he was getting no closer. The shadowy figures surrounded Samantha and all he could hear was her insane laughter and Ross pushed harder racing towards her till a blinding light claimed him. Starring at the white ceiling in the hospital room Ross just stared up at it silently thinking to himself. “Storm . . .”
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Dane had fun interrogating Elena her toes flexed and she purred as he massaged them softly. “Lady, you know this is good bye. They’ll be taking you into custody whoever this Section 7 is.”
Elena looked up at him for whatever reason this man pushed her buttons and the Russian couldn’t help but feel almost thankful to his kindness knowing worse was to come to her when she was handed over. “Cowboy, do you love her?”
Dane was taken back a bit by that and stroke Elena’s foot lovingly with a hand. “Yah Russia, she’s my bunny lass. Can’t just be reunited with her to lose her again you know? I know this cloak and feather stuff ain’t my business but you ain’t half bad lady just makin’ money on the wrong road.”
“Don’t, many men have tried Cowboy but you won’t be the first. I am what I want to be. I enjoy it. It is a shame you and I cannot be on the same side. Frankly I’m on my side where are you? Do you think they will let you help find her? No your government will make no use of this to the civil side of your world. You will see my Cowboy how they will regard you.” Elena said sadly as she leaned back in the chair she was fastened too wearing a simple robe.
Dane sighed he knew as well and put her feet down. He had interrogated Elena once he was some what patched up. He knew where Feather was being produced and where Samantha was heading. The Chief would drop them like a sack of bad potatoes and Section 7 would make it seem they dropped off the radar. “Damn . . .”
Elena watched him as he got up on his crutch to leave. “Cowboy. . . will I ever see you again?”
Dane felt her interest felt Elena and he got close. He didn’t tickle torture her cruelly but out of need and some what kindness. “I reckon when you bust yourself out we will meet again little lady.”
As he tipped his lone star hat Elena grinned. “I’ll come find you and pay you back Cowboy. Don’t forget that.”
Dane stepped out of the room an older woman’s hand on his shoulder. “You did all you could. Understand their jobs have a lot of risk. To do what others cannot do. I’m sorry but from here on you and Ross should leave this to us.”
Dane stared at the older woman with brown hair wearing the grey suit. She was the head of Section 7. “Fox was it?” The woman was rather beautiful though shorter than Dane she held these compelling eyes and an air of authority.
Fox nodded and escorted him with several men. “You both served your country well. I’m sorry about Angela but you may not ever see her again. As cruel as it is I sympathize with your loss.”
Dane wasn’t too sure about it but he walked with them through the chrome metallic halls thinking of what she said. “What about Samantha?”
Fox paused a moment in her step and faced him. “This was her first reckless step. She’s gone off comms to find Angela no doubt. We lost touch with her after we came to pick you up. If anything she’s most likely retracing her foot steps. A word of friendly advice as much as you want to help them in the end it’ll only harm yourself.”
Dane sighed turning away from her thinking on her words and continued down the hall. “And what about Ross what’s going to happen to him?”
Fox continued. “We left him in the Norwalk Hospital as soon as he was able to be transported from his injuries. What he does is same as you. He’ll receive a notification but given his records I doubt he’ll listen to reason. So we will be keeping a close observation on him.”
Steadily walking on the crutch Dane smirked knowing Ross wasn’t going to stay lying down for long and shield his eyes as they open the doors to a Helipad. “Hang in there partner.”
Entering the Cab with Fox and several agents Dane sat looking out to the place one last time. Section 7 was one intense piece of work and as Fox handed him the blind fold he covered his eyes sighing thinking of Angie and hoping she wasn’t having it too rough. He make any of those Feather creeps pay for it if they hurt the Bunny Lass. No doubt about it this was far from over. As the hum of the helicopter blades came to life Dane sighed heavier wondering where Samantha was and leaned back in his chair tipping his hat forward taking a snooze not really having anything to say.
Fox monitored the man and sighed as she looked out the window wondering where Samantha was. It wasn’t like her to be reckless not Samantha but this was much bigger than Samantha far deeper and she stroke the Rose pendent on her neck thinking of her friend and the old days when she was an Agent. There was a brief smirk recalling her old partner and pondered about the email she received. Rose had found the Dawn Project again it was so long ago since they last were involved with that name. But after losing Tom Rose went AWOL but Rose was a lose cannon but good at the spy business. The email was still mostly being decrypted as it held some sensitive information. Fox sighed wondering how the new generation would handle old wounds looking at Dane a moment before closing her own eyes resting for the trip.
Behind her close Eyes Fox recalled the Irish man from her years back on the field that gallivant smile. That can do spirit those days at Russia were hell he Rose and Fox were a team one she was fond of till they lost touch with him in their last mission. Rose never gave up looking for him Fox had to move on for the betterment of her career and unit. Thee wasn’t a day she regretted his capture and they could not go to help him it tore Rose deeply as they were lovers then again she too . . . Opening her eyes she looked at Dane and wondered how well Samantha was fairing. She hoped whatever it was she was doing was it worth the risks that would soon come with them.
