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Cloak & Feather: Ojo De La Tormenta Part 2

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Cloak &amp; Feather: Ojo De La Tormenta Part 2

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A Suikoden production



**Colombia, South America**
*6:42 am*

Samantha was running scenarios in her mind, trying to anticipate everything that could wrong with the mission. It was one of her OCD tendencies. During the calm before the storm, no pun intended, to look at a mission from every angle. It was rare that she found herself caught up in something she couldn’t extricate herself from. And on the rare occasions it happened, Sam would run payback plans on the back burner of her mind.

On this mission however, she couldn’t quite seem to focus. It was unusual, but not impossible that she would be distracted.

“Get a grip on yourself Sam.” She told herself. “Sort it out later.”

El Gato sensed something was off with Samantha. She’d barely spoken since they had began their trek through the jungle.

Perhaps it was best that they remained quiet. But there was a certain tension in the air, it grew heavier as they walked along.

“Something wrong Señorita?” Gato asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

“I’m fine.” Sam said, it came out of her almost reflexively.

Gato wanted to let it drop, they didn’t have time for an argument. He knew from the file that once the mission really picked up that Samantha would be ready. He was excited to be working with someone as legendary in the spy game as Samantha Storm. He was even more excited when he met her in person. She was beautiful, with an aura of danger about her. The kind of danger that excited him. His adrenal gland had been working overtime since he laid eyes on her, and he loved every second of it.


Sam broke the silence next. “We’re coming up on where the last blip from her tracking device was.” They entered an area where a crude road cut a path through the jungle.

Gato looked up and down the path for a moment. He pointed in one direction. “They came from that way. There’s a town a few miles that way. I can’t believe they were stupid enough to leave a path to the place.”

“Confidence.” Sam added, “Everybody denies knowing anything about this place other than its existence.”

They picked up the pace, and headed in the direction the jeep went. “I just hope this doesn’t cost Angie her life.” Sam thought.




**Casa Del Demonio**
*7 am*

Although Angela Blaze had no idea how long she’d been in captivity, the majority of that time was being spent tickling her.

She was asleep now, curled up on the floor of her cell. The soft velvet that covered the floor grate offered a modicum of comfort. Not that she was able to enjoy it.

Yesterday Hugo Sexton had used this machine to torture her in a way she had never imagined. After he’d finished taunting her, he left the machine on and watched as she was tickled until she passed out. Allowing her to faint was the most merciful thing he did.

He let her rest for a few minutes, to regain her strength. Then he turned the machine back on, the tickling roused her, and woke her up. On and off it went. Sexton allowed it to tickle her until she began to pant from lack of breath. He’d turn it back off, and let her collapse to the floor.

Over and over again, until he got tired enough to go to bed. He turned off the lights, and left her alone in pitch black darkness. Throughout the night, the machine came on at random. It tickled her awake, and there was nothing she could do to escape the maddening ticklish sensations that came from below her.


“Wake up darling.” Hugo’s voice caused her to stir, the lights coming on pulled her from sleep completely.

He sauntered in and sat down on his chair and took the remote out of his pocket. “Time for me to play with my new toy. You know, I’ve got a cute little cheerleader uniform you could put on. Tell you what, change into it for me and I’ll let you have some breakfast.”

He grinned. Angie’s stomach rumbled, and would give her right arm to wipe that smug grin off his face.

“I’m not your toy lard ass. I’ll tell you as much as I did yesterday.” Angie said, standing up and stretching. She was tired from lack of sleep, and her muscles ached from all the hopping. She glared at him with a look that probably would have burned a hole in the cell if she had kept it up.

“If you’re going to do something porky, do it and get it over with.” Angela was tired, sore, and hungry, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing.

He clenched the remote tightly, and gritted his teeth. “Let’s see how cocky you are when I have you and your friend here to play with. It’ll be fun breaking both of you. But until then...”

He pressed the button and the bristles whirred to life again. Angie’s feet jerked up from the floor involuntary, in attempt to relieve the tickling. Soon she began to giggle, then broke into a full out laugh as her legs began pumping.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Angie didn’t know how long she could hold out. Sexton watched her as his hand slid toward his crotch again.




**Colombia, South America**
*7:26 am*

As Samantha and El Gato neared what they hoped was the compound, the silence between them was broken again by her whisper.

“This has to be it,” Sam said, punching a few buttons on her Sat-Watch. “Any ideas on how to get in?”

Gato nodded, then picked a nearby tree and began to clamber up like a cat. Sam chuckled to herself, wondering if that’s how he earned his nom de guerre.

She squinted up at him, barely visible at the top of a tree. A few moments later he moved down even more quickly than he went up.

He whispered to Sam. “The good news first. If you’re up to a climb and a little jumping, we can get to the roof of a building. The bad news. He’s got at least twenty men there.”

“I suppose surrounding them is out of the question.” Sam said.

Gato thought for a moment as if he tried to come up with a way to do that. Then an idea came to him. “If he stay out of sight, hit and run, we can cut their numbers down.”

Out of every plan that Samantha ran through her mind as they hiked through the jungle, that was the one that seemed most sensible. There was nothing more dangerous than an unknown opponent, and Angie was in serious trouble. They had to move quickly.




**Casa del Demonio**
*8:03 am*

Sexton had been torturing Angela for nearly an hour now. Every time she began to falter, he’d turn off his machine and allow her to catch her breath. He must have preferred seeing her hopping around in there more than writhing on the floor in ticklish agony.

“I must say you have amazing stamina. I’m quite surprised you haven’t given up yet. So let’s try something different.”

“What... are you... talking... about?” Angie asked, panting and trying to get air into her lungs uninterrupted. Her ribs ached from laughing so much, and protested when she drew in too deep a breath.

“To show you I’m not such a bad guy, I’ve decided to give you a little break before I break you.” He flipped a switch and the cell moved backward toward the wall.

“Since I don’t want you making a mess in my little playroom you have exactly ten minutes from the time the door opens to do what you need to do. Then it’s back in your cage like a good little pet.”

“Yeah, like I’m going to get back in that thing willingly. He must think I’m as dumb as he looks.” Angela thought.

A panel in the wall slid open, and once the cell came to a stop flush with the wall, one of the lexan panels slid up.

Every inch of the room was covered in stainless steel. Angie couldn’t understand why, but she wasn’t here to play interior decorator.

She took advantage of the facilities. Even the toughest agents had to use the bathroom like regular people. She splashed water on her face, and drank the first water she’d gotten since she’d been here. It felt good on her throat which was dry from near constant laughing.

Angie looked at herself in the mirror. She was met with a face that on anyone else would made her think “you poor thing.” Her hair was a mess, she looked haggard. “I’m going to get this bastard, even if it kills me.” She thought to herself.

“Time’s up my pet, back in your cage like a good little girl.” Sexton called out from the other room.

If Angela Blaze could just get her hands on him, she’d make him eat those words. Tired as she was, there’s no way that pig could take her in a fight.

“Yow!” Angie yelped, and jerked her foot from the floor, quickly followed by the other one. The metal floor had began to heat up like a griddle. She hopped up onto the sink, and turned the knob on the faucet, hoping to cool it down with some water. No dice, the water had been turned off.

The walls began to get hot as well. It was obvious he wanted her back in that cell. Angie scanned the walls, the ceiling, every corner for a way out, but found nothing. Sweat began to pour from her body, it sizzled when it hit the floor. There was no way she could stay here much longer. It was either back in Sexton’s cell, or stay here and roast.

Angie deftly threw off her shirt, revealing a seamless black bra, and laid it on the floor. Before it could start to burn, she leapt down from the sink. Although it was just a quick hop from the shirt and back into the cell, she winced as her soft feet were scorched.

She reached back for the shirt, but the cell wall slammed down nearly catching her hand. She took a moment to curse herself for losing it. Before she knew what was happening, the bristles had come through the floor grate and began their assault. This time her legs, from her heels to her butt were the target.

“HAHAHAHA OH GAAAHAHHAHA STAHAHAHAPPP!!!” Angela laughed, then rolled onto her stomach, trying to get to her knees. The bristles kept moving, poking at her stomach and the front of her khaki pants.

She couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped from her mouth. The spinning bristles were extremely soft, with just enough firmness not to be pressed down under the body weight of the captives. In addition to spinning, they also vibrated, which had felt very good to her just now.

“Uhhhhhhh....” came another moan, louder this time. It got Hugo’s attention. He was in his glory watching the beautiful spy being brought to pleasure by his toy.

He rolled his chair closer, noticing Angie’s soles were pink from the heat. They would be very sensitive if she got back to a standing position.

Sexton watched as she writhed, her giggling dissolving into moans. There was no part of her that wasn’t being tickled right now, or pleasured. Angela was desperately trying to get up, but the exhaustion was taking over.

He briefly considered turning it off and taunting her with it, to make her beg for it. But the soft moaning, almost like a whine, the sound of ecstasy mixed with agony, he was enjoying it as much as her.

“What’s the matter Blaze?” Sexton taunted her. “Is my cage hitting a sensitive spot? Why don’t you be a good girl and take that sweet release.”

“Get up Angie, don’t do this in front of that bastard!” She thought, she wanted to get up, but her body wouldn’t respond. She’d never been put through this kind of torture, and as much as she wanted to fight it, she felt her body giving in.

The orgasm building up in her body had her, her mind screamed no, but her body screamed yes. Angie willed herself up, only to fall down into the soft bristles. They attacked her body. Breasts, tummy, crotch, legs. The thin fabric that still covered her offered little protection.

Hugo continued teasing her. “Just lie there and relax... that’s a good girl... your body wants it... why struggle.” He licked his lips and watched her struggle.

Angie wanted to cover her ears, and drown out his taunting, but that would mean sacrificing her hands. She had to get up. “Nnnnnnooooo.... huuuuhhhhhh...” Her defiant shout turned into another moan.

“That’s it... give it to me... do it for master.” Sexton groaned, it made Blaze sick.

She gritted her teeth, focusing her will, and despite trying to fight it back, lost. Angie let out a scream, and slumped limp against the floor.




**Casa del Demonio**
*9:16 am*

Using a series of hit and hit and run tactics, Samantha and Gato had picked off the majority of the guards surrounding the base.

It wasn’t until Sam noticed a few of them retreating into a large central building that something was wrong.

“They know we’re here.” Sam said, a tinge of regret in her voice. She hoped that wouldn’t cost Angie her life.

“We follow them, and keep one for questioning.” Gato said, and was already moving toward the building. He didn’t miss a beat, Sam was impressed to say the least. She dashed behind him.

They stopped in their tracks as the metal door flew off its hinges toward them. The mass of humanity moving toward them was like something out of a comic book, or a professional wrestling show.

He was easily six and a half feet tall, and the muscles that rippled under his black tank top were obviously pharmaceutically enhanced. A highly detailed tattoo of a snake covered one arm.

“Hola Señorita Storm I presume...” his voice trailed off as he looked at Samantha if she were something he wanted to devour.

His eyes flicked to Gato. “You Señor, I do not know.”

Gato bowed. “I am El Gato, Señorita Storm is with me. We’re here for her friend. I don’t suppose you’d take us to her.” He smiled, and held his gaze as Samantha slowly moved behind him.

“I am El Piton, and my employer has instructed me to bring the Señorita to him. You I am free to kill.”

Sam rolled her eyes and was about to comment on these boys and their animal nicknames. But thought of the lightning bolt on her belt buckle, and dismissed it.

Instead she spun on her toes and delivered a kick to the middle of his back that would drop anyone. If they hadn’t been pumped full of steroids.

He turned and wagged his finger at her, grinning. Sam stood there in disbelief, as Piton swung a massive fist at her head. She ducked just in time, and tried a leg sweep, which was as effective as her kick. He reached for her, and grabbed her by the arm.

Gato closed the gap quickly, pulling a knife. He plunged it into Piton’s bicep, who regarded it as if were a mosquito bite. He let Samantha go, and pulled it out of his arm, and dropped it to the ground.

“Such rude behavior from guests.” Piton said, and laughed as he caught Gato with his forearm. Gato got his hands up in time which took the brunt of the hit, but they stung from the impact.

Samantha didn’t hesitate. She leapt in the air, wrapping her legs around his arm, and both arms around his wrist. She kicked Piton in the armpit and pulled, hoping to dislocate his shoulder. Sam was rewarded with a loud pop, before being slammed into the wall.

Gato leapt back to his feet, and jumped onto Piton’s back, applying a chokehold. Piton responded by slamming him into the wall next to Sam. He took the respite to snap his arm back into place before lifting the two of them by their throats.

“I will enjoy squeezing the life out of you as she watches Señor. And once you are muerto, I will have my way with the lovely Señorita.”

Sam couldn’t breathe, neither could Gato. His hands were like a vise around their necks. Simultaneously, they threw a handful of sand into his face. Gato’s handful went into his eyes, and he let out a roar. Sam’s went into his mouth and he began choking and cursing.

They landed on the ground, and scampered away as he swung wildly. Gato realized that the more time they wasted fighting him, the more danger Angie would be in. He looked at Sam, who looked back.

“Go find your friend Señorita, I’ll deal with this pendejo.” Gato said, getting back to his feet.

The two of them barely phased him, there was no way Gato could do this alone. But he had a point. This man who she just met was laying his life down for her and Angie. He wasn’t even getting paid. Sam felt something warm swell in her chest, then felt her heart sink as she ran into the building.

Gato kept moving just out of Piton’s reach, he only had one chance to survive this. Just as the big man cleared the sand from his eyes, Gato took a few steps back. He then moved forward and swung his foot like a field goal kicker, straight into Piton’s groin.

A massive groan tore loose from the man mountain as he dropped to one knee. “Grrrraaaaauuugggghhhhh!!!!”

“Tag señor, you’re it!” Gato didn’t bother to suppress his laugh as he scampered onto the rooftop.

“I’m going to enjoy killing you.” Piton coughed, and climbed after him.




**Casa del Demonio**
*10:21 am*

Angela Blaze awoke. Immediately she felt soft padded leather beneath her. It was actually quite comfortable. If not for the fact that her arms were locked in what felt like padded cuffs over her head. Her ankles were cuffed as well. She couldn’t move her arms or legs.

As she shook off the last bit of sleep from her head, she felt the soft touch of nylon on her legs. “Wait a second I wasn’t wearing hose...” Her green eyes opened wide as she came to the realization of what had happened while she was unconscious. A look down at her body confirmed what she had guessed.

That pig had stripped her and dressed her in a cheerleader uniform. Angie began to tug at her bonds, and buck her hips. “Let me out of this you bastard! Let me up or I’m going to wring your fat neck!” She screamed. She can’t remember when she had been more furious.

“My, that little thrill you had in your cell hasn’t done much to cool your temper. That’s fine, all the more fun when I break you...” Sexton paused and grinned like a cat who just ate a canary. “...and your friend. You made great bait, I can’t wait to play with you both.”

“You son of a bitch! I’ll... HAHAHAHA STOP THAT!” Angie growled, trying to stifle her laughter.

Sexton was spider tickling her feet, switching from left to right to keep her off balance. “I’m not a nylon kind of guy, but I’ve heard they tend to make tickling worse. I’m inclined to agree.”

“Fuhuhhuhhuhhuhkkk youhoohoo!” Angie snapped, trying to scrunch her toes, and flex her feet away from him, but his tickle hungry hands followed their every movement.

He paused and let her catch her breath. Angie glared at him as she panted. “I suppose I should show you my next surprise. That cell is my baby, but this table is a lot of fun too.”

He pressed a button and she felt dozens of nubs push against the soft leather like a massage chair. They began to buzz, and tickle her. She arched her back as if she had been hit like an electric shock.

As soon as she stretched far as her bonds would allow, Sexton tickled her sides and tummy. She gasped, and reflexively moved away from him back onto the buzzing table. The worst thing about it was the vibration from the table was getting to her. Either she could lay there and have yet another orgasm that would weaken her further, or arch up and be tickled by Sexton.

“Oh this is going to be fun.” Hugo laughed, and waited for her to arch up again.



**Casa del Demonio**
*10:47 am*

Samantha made her way through the corridors as quickly as possible. She could only hope that the information from the guard she had caught and interrogated was accurate. Threatening to rip out his tongue for lying seemed to motivate him however.

Sam took his headset after knocking him unconscious so she could listen in to any communications between the guards and whoever the boss was.

As Sam turned the last corner she could hear poor Angela’s tortured laughter. She felt a burden lift from her heart knowing that her best friend was still alive.

The second Angie was safe she was going to dish out a beating to whoever did this to her. Sam’s thoughts turned to El Gato, and she felt a tug on her heart. She was going to make sure to avenge him.

As Sam neared the door, she felt a sting on the back of her neck. “What the f....” she said, before she felt her body turn to jelly.

“I must have been a good boy this year.” There was a familiar voice coming from above her.

‘Not him...’ Sam’s mind raced, she tried to move, but her body wouldn’t obey. “Why can’t I move?”

“Because of what I shot you with my dear. It’s a fun little drug we’ve developed. You’ll be fully awake, but unable to move. It also stimulates your nerve endings, making you more susceptible to tickling. But you’ll find out how much soon. Up you go.”

He grunted, and lifted Sam up onto his shoulder. It was him, Hugo Sexton. Why did it have to be him?

“I suppose you’re going to tickle me... again...” Sam rolled her eyes. Why was it always tickling?

“Oh yes... I am going to tickle you again. And again, and any time I want to. You belong to me now. You and my other toy.”

He opened the door to his playroom, carried her over to a padded bench with stocks. Samantha sat there like a rag doll. The sound of Angela laughing hysterically filled the air.

From what Sam could see, Angie was on some kind of table. She was laughing, and arching up as far as the restraints would let her. Sexton pressed a button on the table, and her tortured laughter stopped.

“Ahaha aheh... hnnnn...” Angie panted, trying to regain her breath.

“Take a breath red, I want you to hear this.” Sexton sneered, and began to lock Sam’s wrists into soft padded cuffs above her head. He pulled off her boots and socks before locking her ankles into the stocks.

“You’ve got me now Sexton, let her go. I’ll give her the code word to let Section 7 know I’ve surrendered. They won’t come after you.”

Sexton took a pair of scissors out of a tool drawer, and began cutting away Samantha’s top. Her ample breasts framed by a soft white cotton bra were inches from his face. “Why would I do that when I can have you both? You’ll break eventually, like all the rest.”

Angela, although not drugged, laid there as limp as Samantha. She was exhausted. Since Hugo’s men picked her up, she had been deprived of sleep, starved, and tickled to unconsciousness over and over. Sam couldn’t let him touch her again.

“Mmmm... where to play with my new toy first?” His fingers grazed the outline of her bra, contemplating giving them a squeeze. But he could do that all he wanted once he broke her. He tweaked her ribs just below them instead.

Samantha let out a squeak, she had to play it up and give Angie a break. “Hahahaha!” She giggled, trying to jerk away from his touch but her body wouldn’t respond.

Sexton felt his pants tighten, he’d had a world of excitement playing with the beautiful redhead. But he’d always had a thing for Samantha Storm. “You’re a work of art Sam. Can I call you Sam? We are friends aren’t we?” He continued up her sides to the soft hollows of her underarms. This was worse than her ribs.

“Oh shihahahahahaha!” Sam laughed, desperately trying to pull her arms down, but even without the drug, she wouldn’t be able to. He was right about its effect on her nerve endings as well. Every inch of her body was tingling. Sam felt like a bottle of soda that had been shaken vigorously.

Sexton wiggled his fingertips into her underarms, and began taunting her. “Tickle tickle tickle... Aww... is the tough spy girl ticklish?”

Sam wanted to groan, his tickle talk was irritating. But she couldn’t do anything but giggle helplessly, she could feel the tingling in her body turn into tickling. If this kept up she’d be going crazy wether he touched her or not.

He paused, and grinned, then tapped his earpiece. “Copy that, carry on and see that I’m not disturbed.”

“By the way, I wouldn’t count on any kind of a rescue from your new boyfriend. Piton has him in his grip now, it’s only a matter of time. My men who you didn’t take out are betting on how long it’ll take Piton to crush the life out of him.” Sexton grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

Angie was out of it, heaven only knows what he put her through. Sam couldn’t move, there was nothing she could do to save herself. Fox would eventually send in Seven’s Deadly Sins as according to plan, but as soon as Hugo saw them coming he’d make an escape. Like the greased pig he was. And if was telling the truth, Gato was dead.

Samantha felt her heart melt, he gave his life so she could rescue Angie and she failed. He didn’t even ask for a single penny as payment. ‘I’m sorry Gato...’ she thought, and felt her throat tighten.

Was this really going to be the mission they didn’t come back from? Sexton moved down to her feet. “There’s no way I could pass up these little beauties.” He opened his mouth and his tongue swirled around her toes.

“Ohhohohoho noohohohoho!” Sam began giggling again, she couldn’t even scrunch her toes in protest. As much as she enjoyed regular pedicures, having such soft ticklish feet had its disadvantages.

“Mmmmm...” Sexton moaned, and began to rub the front of his pants. She couldn’t tell what disgusted her more. He hungrily licked and sucked on her toes as if he were having a meal.

“Hahahahahaha stop it! Hahaha!” Sam ordered him desperately. She couldn’t lift a finger to stop him, but maybe protesting in between laughs would give him pause, and her time to think.

He lifted his mouth from her foot. “I intend to savor this, you’re mine Samantha Storm.” Sexton slid his hand up her leg through her pants. The effects of the drug were starting to really kick in now, Sam felt warm where he touched her, and tickly all over. She felt like purring, but fought it.

As he began to knead her inner thighs, it took all her concentration not to moan in pleasure. Although Hugo was groping her with all the skill of a horny oaf, that drug was doing most of the work. It was getting more difficult as his hand neared her crotch. Her body wanted to melt, her mind wanted to crush his hand between her thighs.

The war didn’t last long. “No, not yet. I’m going to have my fun first, then give you another dose of this.” He brandished the gun, then put it back in his pocket.

Samantha wanted to unleash a remark that would cut him like an icy blade, but before she could fully form the thought, his pudgy fingers were pressing into her stomach.

“Ahahahahaha...stahahahap thahahahat!” Sam’s laughter broke down into a girlish giggle as he made his way toward her belly button. She let out a yelp followed by more giggles. “Hehehehehe... tiiiicklessss...” Sam mentally rolled her eyes at the sounds bubbling up out of her now. As much as he hated this, her body was responding. It was driving her crazy that it felt good.

“That’s a good girl, come on now, let me hear it.” Sexton taunted her, and cupped the undersides of her breasts through the soft bra. Sam let out an involuntary moan.
She cursed herself for that, and him in the same thought.

Her cool headed nature was working against her here. If she was more hot tempered like Angie, it would be easier to get her adrenaline flowing and flush the drug out of her system. Her mind screamed no, but her body whispered yes. Samantha Storm felt like busting out of her own body and unleashing a furious beating. But she couldn’t move.

“Feels good doesn’t it? You can’t lie to me. El Demonio spent millions developing this drug, and it has a 100% success rate.” Sexton stopped tickling her, and got in her face. She wanted to vomit at the smell of the greasy breakfast on his breath. “Even though you’ll hate every second of it, you’ll beg me Samantha Storm. You’ll beg me... and you can’t move a muscle to stop me.”

Sam was about to spit in his face when she heard another voice. Angie was awake again.

“So I’m not good enough for you anymore?” Blaze chirped indignantly, and lifted her head. “It figures, when Sam’s around it’s like I don’t exist.”

Sexton spun around on his wheeled office chair. “And I would have thought you’d had enough by now.”

Angie bit her lip, and shook her head. Sexton wheeled over to her, and stood up. “I knew you’d break eventually, they all do.” He ran his fat fingers through her silky red hair. “I suppose we can give your friend a break, she can watch.”

“I’m sorry Sam...” Angela said, “but I just... I... I want it.” She moaned softly as Sexton petted her, and nuzzled his hand with her head.

Samantha closed her eyes, downing her head. She couldn’t bring herself to watch this. If it took the rest of her life, Hugo Sexton was going to pay for this, all of it.

“Just imagine Samantha dear, I didn’t even drug her, I wonder how long it’ll take to break you.”

“I’ll die first.” Sam said through gritted teeth, her heart began to pound with rage. Adrenaline began pumping into her system.

“You say that now, but look at your friend here. She’s my new pet.” Hugo grinned at her.

Angie purred like a kitten as his hand moved down to her chest, she moaned as he groped her, and giggled sweetly when he tickled her side.

Sexton could barely contain himself. He knew that if he could break one of Section Seven’s agents, he could break them all. He’d have his fun with Angela, and proceed to make Samantha his. “That’s a good girl, are you ready to show Daddy a good time?”

“Mmmmhmmmm...” Angie licked her lips, and lifted her hips seductively. “Can Daddy take my hose off so we can play?”

“Leave her alone you bastard! It’s me you want!” Sam shouted, if only she could move. There would be no capturing Sexton this time. After everything he put her through, for Gato, for Angie... she’d kill him.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll have my fun with you. But for now, just wait your turn.” Hugo never moved so fast in his life. He pulled her pantyhose down, thankful he didn’t leave her underwear on. He took those as a trophy earlier. Sexton watched her breasts rise and fall in the tight cheerleader shirt as she began to breathe faster.

Samantha felt the tickly feeling of the drug begin to wear off. If she could keep her adrenaline flowing, it would flush it out of her system. He hadn’t thought of that. She was able to wiggle her fingers now. ‘Hang on Angie, hang on.’ She thought.

Sexton unstrapped her ankles. “I guess it’s true what they say about redheads.” He said, climbing onto the table.

“Yeah, especially when it comes to our temper.” Angie said, then before he could react, swung her legs, wrapping her pantyhose around his throat.

Hugo began choking, and flailing in a panic. His chubby fingers desperately grabbed at the thin, but strong strap of nylon. “Ggghhhhh...ugghhhhh...” He gasped, eyes bulging. He threw himself backward, finally pulling the hose off her completely, and he sucked in air gratefully.

Angela kicked, and her foot caught him flush on the forehead. Her other foot nailed him in the solar plexus, sending him crashing to the floor in a heap.

Angela let out a relieving sigh. “Sorry that took so long, I had to get my strength back. You Okay Sam?”

“Yeah, I think that drug is wearing off. I can use my hands now.” Sam replied, “I can’t believe he fell for that.”

“Come on Sam, you know what a pervert he is, I just took advantage.” She shuddered at how many showers she was going to need to get his stink off her. “Hopefully we can get out of this before he comes to.”

“Working on it partner.” Sam said, she was hurriedly sawing through the soft leather cuffs with her diamond tipped nail as they spoke.

They both jumped as the sound of a loud thump against the door. If those were guards, then they were both in trouble.

“Hijo de puta!” Gato exclaimed as the door shook, but didn’t give. “Uno momento por favor.”

Samantha couldn’t believe her ears, she’d thought Gato had died at the hands of Piton.

“Whoever that is, I hope he’s on our side.” Angie said, her eyes glued to the door. Before Sam could answer, the door opened.

“Tomas!” Samantha’s heart leapt at the sight of him. Gato walked in and locked the door behind him. He was beaten, and ragged looking, but alive.

“Tomas?” Angie asked, her eyebrow arched. “You didn’t run off and get a new partner while I was here did you?”

He unstrapped Angie first she was closer, kissing her hand, and helped her to a sitting position. “El Gato, at your service.” He bowed briefly. “My apologies for not arriving sooner, the men that did not run were quite angry.”

“Señorita Blaze, I hope that you are okay after your ordeal.” After giving her an ‘are you okay?’ look, he turned his attention toward Sam.

“Señorita Sto...” He caught himself, “Sam, are you hurt?” He set her arms free and they fell loosely to her sides. He unlocked the stocks next. “I’ll be fine once I get out of here.” She said, closing her eyes for a moment. “I thought you were...” Sam said, and he gently put a finger on her lips.

“El Gato has nine lives.” He smiled that roguish grin, Sam couldn’t help but blush.

Angie got to her feet, and used the discarded pantyhose to hog tie Sexton. She felt it was appropriate. “Sam won’t be able to move for a while unless we find an antidote. He drugged her with something.

“Cerdo!” Gato shot Sexton an angry glare. If he wasn’t already unconscious, he’d have a beating due.

Sam smiled as Angie began ransacking the drawers in the room. “I come all the way down here to save you and now you’re saving me. I guess we’re even.”

“Not even close Sam, remember Viktor Kurtz? Ah, this should do it.” She found an adrenaline shot, and took no time administering it. “Here, this should flush the rest of that out of your system. Try to relax while I call in backup.”

Gato sat beside Sam, and rubbed her shoulders, helping her arms regain blood flow. Angie looked over at Samantha and mouthed the words, “If you don’t I will” and tilted her head toward Gato.

“So while we wait for backup, would you mind filling us in on how you got here?” Gato asked, seemingly reading Sam’s mind.

“Well since you’re with Sam, you’re trustworthy. It was all a gambit that Wyatt planned out. He went to Fox with it, and Fox came to us. We needed information and we needed an in. He figured the best way to get it was to get caught.” Angie said.

Gato was briefly taken aback by this, but he understood. More often than not, you need to play your cards close to the vest.

“And you have all you need now?” He asked, moving his massage to Sam’s legs. She didn’t protest, it felt great.

“I will in a moment, Sam you brought the flash drive right?” Angie asked.

“Yeah, it’s in my pocket. I guess he got too carried away and didn’t search me.” Sam got enough movement back in her limbs to fish it out and hand it to Gato, who tossed it to Blaze.

Angela began uploading their computer’s contents onto the secure flash drive. The only security was a bare bones antivirus program and a series of simple passwords. From a physical security standpoint, it might as well be a safe locked with a piece of wet bubblegum.

Once she finished, she uploaded it it Section 7, and and introduced a virus into their systems.

“Just a few finishing touches... and... there! Whoever Demonio is, he’s going to be cursing a blue streak the next time he touches a computer.” Angie couldn’t help but grin.

“It’s a nasty little bug that Blitz cooked up for me.” Angie said, thinking about Section Seven’s computer security expert.

“It’ll worm it’s way into every computer in the network. Try to remove it, and it’ll lock. Then disable any mouse, keyboard, touchpad and monitor while it overclocks the computer until the hard drive fries.” Angie said, and kissed the flash drive after pulling it free.

“And what if you do nothing to remove it?” Sam asked.

“It turns the volume to max and plays The Brady Bunch theme on loop.”

A moment later, the cavalry had arrived in the form of Seven’s Deadly Sins. Sam had regained enough strength to stand and greet them along with Angela and Gato.

One of them handed Blaze a shrink wrapped package containing boots and a change of clothes. She ducked into the bathroom to change.

“Another win for Samantha Storm huh?” He said, in congratulation.

“Actually,” Sam piped up. “Angie deserves the credit for this one. Everything will be in my report.

“Good one Blaze.” He said. “I see it’s our old pal Sexton again. How long before his lawyers get him out this time?”

“Won’t happen,” Angie said, returning fully dressed. She handed him a pair of contact lenses, which he put in a case. “They recorded everything, my eyes are a little itchy though, have them work on that.”

As Angie spoke to them, Sam wrapped her arms around Gato’s arm.

“Señorita? Are you feeling okay?” Gato asked, wondering if the drugs were totally out of her system.

“I’m fine now, but there’s a matter of settling a debt.” Sam asked, looking at him with those beautiful blue eyes.

“Debt?” Gato asked, “You owe me nothing, this was for free.”

Sam shook her head. “You barely know me, but you nearly died for me. Clear your calendar Señor, you’ve got a date.”


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Fine story! 😀


Great, I like it


Thank you both. This kind of story is way out of my usual stuff, but I took a shot. When I put the finishing touches on this, I couldn’t believe that part 1 and 2 have weighed in at over 10,000 words. [emoji15]

Suikoden played the role of my producer, and I couldn’t have done this without him.

There’s still one more part to this, and I hope everyone will come around when it drops.
 
Great work my friend! 🙂

I love that you've taken to these characters so much and introduced your own creation - the charming, rogue El Gato!

Samantha seems a tad smitten although I suspect it's mutual. It's nice for Samantha to have this kind of experience once in a while rather than the constant round of being captured and tickle tortured. 😉
 
Great work my friend! 🙂

I love that you've taken to these characters so much and introduced your own creation - the charming, rogue El Gato!

Samantha seems a tad smitten although I suspect it's mutual. It's nice for Samantha to have this kind of experience once in a while rather than the constant round of being captured and tickle tortured. 😉

Thank you, I’ve been nervous about how well this would turn out, but you’ve been a tremendous help.

The feeling is definitely mutual, we’ll find out how mutual soon. I thought she deserved a break from the norm (sorry Angie). Maybe Angie can get a massage session with Samantha’s personal therapist?
 
Yeah tbh I enjoyed this part 2 poor villain made me cringe a bit with the girls lol but I suppose that was how he was designed lol but all in all a good written story which I feel will please the storm chasers out there lol
 
Yeah tbh I enjoyed this part 2 poor villain made me cringe a bit with the girls lol but I suppose that was how he was designed lol but all in all a good written story which I feel will please the storm chasers out there lol

I guess I succeeded in my goal of writing Hugo as an irredeemable pervert.

All kidding aside, it was good for me as a writer to step out of my comfort zone. Suikoden gave me that push to write this.

I can write some nasty villains when I want to. I can tell you for sure we haven’t seen the last of El Piton, and we still don’t know who El Demonio is.

Part three will be arriving soon.
 
I always felt like Samantha was at her best facing Ramirez. Her character seems to have better chemistry with another female, friend and especially enemy.
 
I always felt like Samantha was at her best facing Ramirez. Her character seems to have better chemistry with another female, friend and especially enemy.

I like Ramirez too, but I wanted to introduce a new villain central character. Demonio will be back.
 
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