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Reilly, leader of the mercenary group Reilly’s Rangers, woke with a start. Her first instinct upon waking was to get out of bed, but as soon as she started, she realized how wrong everything was. For one thing, this was not her bed. Nor was she lying down. Nor was she in the compound. In fact, it would probably be quicker to name what was right: nothing. Her ranger combat armour lay in a heap beside her, leaving her clad only in her green bra and panties. She quickly realized her arms were tied above her by what felt like bands of Brahmin leather. She was sitting on a chair, and there was a rope around her waist and a second around her thighs, tying her tight to the chair back and bottom. He legs, meanwhile, we not tied to the chair, but were sticking though the bars of a bed frame, where they were resting on the metres and tied not only at the ankles, preventing them from being pulled back, but also, for some reason, tied via a thing leather band to the frame via her toes. She tried to move her legs, but the frame was too heavy to move, and pulled as far away as possible, preventing her from bending her legs at all.
“Anyone there” someone said in a slight drawl behind her. Reilly recognized the voice as that of her heavy weapons expert, Brick. It was then that she noticed there was a pair of hard against hers, presumably Brick’s, likely tied up the same way.
“That you Reilly?”
“Ya, it’s me. You tied up?”
“Yup, tied rather securely to a chair, and for some reason my feet are secured to a bed via the ankles and toes.
“Same here. At least the job looks too careful to have been super mutants.”
“Ya, but it looks too nefarious to have been for our own good.”
“Well, you’re right on that count” interrupted a voice behind them. Turning her head to the side, Reilly saw 5 men entering the room. They were dressed in the black combat armour of Talon Company, a band of mercs who put money before morals.
“Now, I don’t feel like a long conversation, so please shut up” said one of the mercs, presumably the leader, as he was wearing a black combat helmet.
“As you probably know, our army has had a recent problem with headcount”
“That’s an understatement” interrupted Brick, apparently not carry if the man wanted a long conversation or not “From we heard, The Lone Wanderer wiped out almost your entire operation solo, including your little base at Fort Bannister and the former ‘Command Jabsco’”
“It’s true” replied the commander, scorn obvious in his voice “That some are more responsible for our recent misfortunes then other’s. But I’ve always believed ever misfortune is an opportunity in disguise. After all, the death of our esteemed leader meant a promotion for me. And the so-called Lone Wanderer may also be a blessing in disguise. We have heard he has taken over your little mapping contract, and you’ve moved onto getting paid cold, hard caps for popping muties. So, why don’t you tell us who hired you? After all, even with our dwindled number, it’s a lot safer for us to take them on.”
“Please” said Reilly, a note of humour in her voice “your army couldn’t even take on one guy using an ancient repeating rifle, and that was when you had an army. Besides, our contact wouldn’t even want to bother doing business with some washed up band of useless mercs anyway.” At this, a look of pure rage came over the commander, who somehow managed to keep himself under control.
“Very well. Let it not be said I gave you no chance. We shall see if you are ready to loosen your tongue after we’ve had some fun”
“You think you scare us?” interjected Brick “We fight muties daily. We’ve seen the shit they can do. You can’t even hope to compare to what we risk all the time”
“Oh, I fully agree. We can’t even hope to match their cruelty. But I wonder, they say that your armour is the toughest unpowered armour in the wasteland. I wonder how much room that’s left your skin to become resistant to lighter touches?” As he said that, one of the four mercs began to slide a finger up and down her side, causing a smirk to grow on her face. “Oh, don’t tell me the big bad Reilly is ticklish” he taunted.
She would have loved to have told him where he could put his helmet, but didn’t dare open her mouth for fear of laughing. And she knew once she started laughing, stopping would be impossible. Brick, meanwhile, had begun to giggle as one of the mercs began to lightly tickle her knees. A third merc, meanwhile, had begun to lightly stroke her other bare side, causing her to cutely bite her lip. She had to put all her strength into keeping from laughing, but a few giggles nonetheless escaped, to her horror. The fourth merc then poked one of Brick’s armpits, causing her giggles to turn into laughs.
“Well, this is disappointing” said the commander “They haven’t even started and you’re already losing it. So let’s try and extend this. Whoever reveals the contact will be brought to my quarters as my ticklish prisoner forever, while whoever manages to resist will be set free. After all, it’s no fun having a prisoner who won’t break under tickling. We have all the time in the world, but just remember, when you can’t take anymore, that not only might they be at their limit, but if you decide you can’t take any more, then you’ll be getting more forever” Turning to one of the men, he whispered “After you bring the squealer to me, restrain the other one in the barracks.”
As he turned to leave, he added “And if anyone violates them, I’ll have your limbs broken and leave in raider territory or mutant territory, whichever seems worse at the time.”
Reilly managed to blurt out a vicious “fuck you”, and would have been able to do so without laughing, had one of the mercs not taken advantage of her momentary lapse in resistance and sent a finger into her bellybutton, causing her to burst out laughing. This seemed to signal the start of the true torture, because the mercs then went to work. As the commander left, he noticed how smooth and flawless their skin had managed to stay. “All the better to tickle” he though with a smirk.
The one tickling her bellybutton began to play his fingers over her ribs like a piano, moving them up and down, prodding the ticklish flesh between her ribs, while she played a symphony of squeals in response. The one tickling bricks knees then began to really go to work on them, squeezing them as she put of forth yelps of ticklish helplessness. The other two, meanwhile, got out strips of cloth and tied them around eyes, the one on Reilly for some reason being tied all the way around her head.
She soon found out why when the one who had put it on took began to tickle her neck. It proved to be much more effective then she would have though, and the blindfold served to keep her head immobile, making what little protection she might have normally been able to afford herself with her head trapped between her arms impossible. As the tickling continued, both ladies realized the blindfolds served to increase the already bad tickling sensations. The extra merc on Brick’s end, adding to the assault on her legs, began to tickle her inner thighs, his hands moving around the rope to tickle the sensitive skin near her crotch. Heading the commander’s warning, he made sure his fingers tickled only her legs.
By now Reilly’s ribs were now being kneaded, her tormenter sitting on her lap to get easier access to them. Each squeeze drained away what little resistance she had left, as she began to wonder whether she could really hold out until rescue arrived. And what if it didn’t? Brick was the toughest person she knew, and she had no doubt Brick could easily outlast her, condemning Reilly to a ticklish fate. These though were interrupted when the other merc moved onto her knees. Unlike the one tickling Brick, he chose not to squeeze the tops, but scratching the bottoms on them, causing Reilly move in a way that would have been considered kicking if she could move her legs.
Brick, meanwhile, was having the same doubts Reilly was. She knew she was a tougher person, but she had never been tickled before, and it was maddening. It was pure agony, and yet it didn’t hurt. Unlike pain, it demanded every ounce of focus she had. She couldn’t ignore it, and the more intense tickling one part of her body simply intensified the rest, unlike how one wound will drown out the less painful ones. And like Reilly, she was wondering if she would ever be rescued, or if the Talon Company would break her, then convince their contact to break a deal that would end with them rising back into power, keeping her a ticklish prisoner forever. As she wondered this, the one tickling he thighs straddled her lap, much like the one tickling Reilly’s ribs had done to her, and began to tickle flat stomach, the strong muscles doing nothing to protect from the tickling his wiggling finger’s produced.
As he did this, the one at her knees finally got tired of tickling them, at instead sat down cross-legged on the bed and proceeded to scratch her smooth soles. This sent her over the edge. She discovered the reason for tying her toes when she tried to wiggle her feet to the side, only to discover they wouldn’t budge. And if she had been unable to pull in her legs before, now that the bed had someone on it, there’s been no chance of movement. The tickler discovered her could get an especially good reaction by bending her toes back, and scratching her now ultra taut sole.
The merc sitting on Reilly, seeing this could reaction, decided to test it out. Sitting at her feet, he went straight for the toes folding them back on one foot and tickling right below them. The reaction was equally wonderful. As he began to tickle below her other foot, the tickler at her knees slid onto her lap, and began to wiggle her fingers in her armpits, causing her to go completely overboard.
By now, both girls were a mess. Tears were pouring from their eyes to the point where they were even dripping out from under their blindfold. Their faces were turning red, and they had lost the will to even try and struggle. Unfortunately, the tickler at Reilly’s feet got an evil idea. Motioning to the one at Brick’s feet, who had now begun to tickle between her toes, the two left the room.
Normally, the two ticklish mercs would have been glad to receive less tickling, but the two men straddling their laps had begun a contest to see who could get a between reaction by tickling their pits. Judging by the laughter, it seemed they were both equally good, with both women equally ticklish. When the other two returned, the only clear loser was the two people getting tickled to the point of insanity.
When the other two did return, had the Ranger’s been able to see through their blindfold’s or hear over hair own laughter, they would have been scared. As it was, they could not see through their blindfold, as that would defeat the purpose. And though the two ticklers noted their colleagues return with amusement, neither was about to allow their captives a chance to rest. So both were utterly puzzled when they felt the two men sat and their and rubbed them all over, paying special attention to their toes, using... salisbury steak? Puzzlement turned to horror when the two, after letting it sit on their feet for a few minutes, realised the two dogs each had brought with them, which began to lick their feet with their rough tongues. When they started, Brick jerked so violently she actually managed to lift her chair up slightly, knocking off her tickler. But it didn’t matter anymore. In fact, Reilly’s tickler got off willingly to watch the show. The dog’s rough tongue were proving to be more effective tickling tools then anything the men had done. They even proved effective at pushing between their toes, making them scream so loud they wondered if it would affect their hearing. Finally, after a good five minutes, a new sound was heard through their laughter: an explosion. The dogs certainly heard it, and, forgetting the meal in front of them, ran off growling, as a lone cry was heard “Super Mutant!” The men look worried. How many Super Mutants were attacking? It must have been a lot to make it down here. Three of them risked a peak outside.
“What the hell, there’s only one of them. And what the hell is he holding”. He never got a response, because the next second the air was filled red laser streaks as all three were gunned down in front of the fourth eyes. Then, stepping through the doorway was a sigh they might have almost been comical. A man, wearing dark green combat armour stencilled with “Reilly’s Ranger”, a combat helmet, and a pair of shades. At his side, a dog, and in his hands, not a huge weapon that one would expect him to have, but a decorative looking rifle, made of polished wood and with gold finishing. Of course, the merc didn’t find this funny at all, because he knew exactly who he was: The Lone Wanderer. A second later the fancy rifle had lowered the Talon Companies Headcount by another one.
“Didn’t expect to find you hear. We had a pool going over what happened to you. And seeing as how you apparently killed within the last three days by Super Mutants, I guess I lost 50 caps.” Then, noticing their binding and lack of proper clothing, he said, with a noticeable hint of disgust “what the hell did they do to you?”
“Nothing” Reilly quickly replied, feeling her face going red “You got her just in the nick of time.” Thankfully, the blindfold prevented her from noticing the glance he stole at her feet, covered in the remains of gravy and dog slobber.
“Well, the ways back is very clear, cept for a few remaining scumbags, so let’s get going.”
“Sounds good, I think I owe them a few round” By the time they got to the compound in the ruins of Washington, Talon Company headcount had broken its previous all time low.
“Anyone there” someone said in a slight drawl behind her. Reilly recognized the voice as that of her heavy weapons expert, Brick. It was then that she noticed there was a pair of hard against hers, presumably Brick’s, likely tied up the same way.
“That you Reilly?”
“Ya, it’s me. You tied up?”
“Yup, tied rather securely to a chair, and for some reason my feet are secured to a bed via the ankles and toes.
“Same here. At least the job looks too careful to have been super mutants.”
“Ya, but it looks too nefarious to have been for our own good.”
“Well, you’re right on that count” interrupted a voice behind them. Turning her head to the side, Reilly saw 5 men entering the room. They were dressed in the black combat armour of Talon Company, a band of mercs who put money before morals.
“Now, I don’t feel like a long conversation, so please shut up” said one of the mercs, presumably the leader, as he was wearing a black combat helmet.
“As you probably know, our army has had a recent problem with headcount”
“That’s an understatement” interrupted Brick, apparently not carry if the man wanted a long conversation or not “From we heard, The Lone Wanderer wiped out almost your entire operation solo, including your little base at Fort Bannister and the former ‘Command Jabsco’”
“It’s true” replied the commander, scorn obvious in his voice “That some are more responsible for our recent misfortunes then other’s. But I’ve always believed ever misfortune is an opportunity in disguise. After all, the death of our esteemed leader meant a promotion for me. And the so-called Lone Wanderer may also be a blessing in disguise. We have heard he has taken over your little mapping contract, and you’ve moved onto getting paid cold, hard caps for popping muties. So, why don’t you tell us who hired you? After all, even with our dwindled number, it’s a lot safer for us to take them on.”
“Please” said Reilly, a note of humour in her voice “your army couldn’t even take on one guy using an ancient repeating rifle, and that was when you had an army. Besides, our contact wouldn’t even want to bother doing business with some washed up band of useless mercs anyway.” At this, a look of pure rage came over the commander, who somehow managed to keep himself under control.
“Very well. Let it not be said I gave you no chance. We shall see if you are ready to loosen your tongue after we’ve had some fun”
“You think you scare us?” interjected Brick “We fight muties daily. We’ve seen the shit they can do. You can’t even hope to compare to what we risk all the time”
“Oh, I fully agree. We can’t even hope to match their cruelty. But I wonder, they say that your armour is the toughest unpowered armour in the wasteland. I wonder how much room that’s left your skin to become resistant to lighter touches?” As he said that, one of the four mercs began to slide a finger up and down her side, causing a smirk to grow on her face. “Oh, don’t tell me the big bad Reilly is ticklish” he taunted.
She would have loved to have told him where he could put his helmet, but didn’t dare open her mouth for fear of laughing. And she knew once she started laughing, stopping would be impossible. Brick, meanwhile, had begun to giggle as one of the mercs began to lightly tickle her knees. A third merc, meanwhile, had begun to lightly stroke her other bare side, causing her to cutely bite her lip. She had to put all her strength into keeping from laughing, but a few giggles nonetheless escaped, to her horror. The fourth merc then poked one of Brick’s armpits, causing her giggles to turn into laughs.
“Well, this is disappointing” said the commander “They haven’t even started and you’re already losing it. So let’s try and extend this. Whoever reveals the contact will be brought to my quarters as my ticklish prisoner forever, while whoever manages to resist will be set free. After all, it’s no fun having a prisoner who won’t break under tickling. We have all the time in the world, but just remember, when you can’t take anymore, that not only might they be at their limit, but if you decide you can’t take any more, then you’ll be getting more forever” Turning to one of the men, he whispered “After you bring the squealer to me, restrain the other one in the barracks.”
As he turned to leave, he added “And if anyone violates them, I’ll have your limbs broken and leave in raider territory or mutant territory, whichever seems worse at the time.”
Reilly managed to blurt out a vicious “fuck you”, and would have been able to do so without laughing, had one of the mercs not taken advantage of her momentary lapse in resistance and sent a finger into her bellybutton, causing her to burst out laughing. This seemed to signal the start of the true torture, because the mercs then went to work. As the commander left, he noticed how smooth and flawless their skin had managed to stay. “All the better to tickle” he though with a smirk.
The one tickling her bellybutton began to play his fingers over her ribs like a piano, moving them up and down, prodding the ticklish flesh between her ribs, while she played a symphony of squeals in response. The one tickling bricks knees then began to really go to work on them, squeezing them as she put of forth yelps of ticklish helplessness. The other two, meanwhile, got out strips of cloth and tied them around eyes, the one on Reilly for some reason being tied all the way around her head.
She soon found out why when the one who had put it on took began to tickle her neck. It proved to be much more effective then she would have though, and the blindfold served to keep her head immobile, making what little protection she might have normally been able to afford herself with her head trapped between her arms impossible. As the tickling continued, both ladies realized the blindfolds served to increase the already bad tickling sensations. The extra merc on Brick’s end, adding to the assault on her legs, began to tickle her inner thighs, his hands moving around the rope to tickle the sensitive skin near her crotch. Heading the commander’s warning, he made sure his fingers tickled only her legs.
By now Reilly’s ribs were now being kneaded, her tormenter sitting on her lap to get easier access to them. Each squeeze drained away what little resistance she had left, as she began to wonder whether she could really hold out until rescue arrived. And what if it didn’t? Brick was the toughest person she knew, and she had no doubt Brick could easily outlast her, condemning Reilly to a ticklish fate. These though were interrupted when the other merc moved onto her knees. Unlike the one tickling Brick, he chose not to squeeze the tops, but scratching the bottoms on them, causing Reilly move in a way that would have been considered kicking if she could move her legs.
Brick, meanwhile, was having the same doubts Reilly was. She knew she was a tougher person, but she had never been tickled before, and it was maddening. It was pure agony, and yet it didn’t hurt. Unlike pain, it demanded every ounce of focus she had. She couldn’t ignore it, and the more intense tickling one part of her body simply intensified the rest, unlike how one wound will drown out the less painful ones. And like Reilly, she was wondering if she would ever be rescued, or if the Talon Company would break her, then convince their contact to break a deal that would end with them rising back into power, keeping her a ticklish prisoner forever. As she wondered this, the one tickling he thighs straddled her lap, much like the one tickling Reilly’s ribs had done to her, and began to tickle flat stomach, the strong muscles doing nothing to protect from the tickling his wiggling finger’s produced.
As he did this, the one at her knees finally got tired of tickling them, at instead sat down cross-legged on the bed and proceeded to scratch her smooth soles. This sent her over the edge. She discovered the reason for tying her toes when she tried to wiggle her feet to the side, only to discover they wouldn’t budge. And if she had been unable to pull in her legs before, now that the bed had someone on it, there’s been no chance of movement. The tickler discovered her could get an especially good reaction by bending her toes back, and scratching her now ultra taut sole.
The merc sitting on Reilly, seeing this could reaction, decided to test it out. Sitting at her feet, he went straight for the toes folding them back on one foot and tickling right below them. The reaction was equally wonderful. As he began to tickle below her other foot, the tickler at her knees slid onto her lap, and began to wiggle her fingers in her armpits, causing her to go completely overboard.
By now, both girls were a mess. Tears were pouring from their eyes to the point where they were even dripping out from under their blindfold. Their faces were turning red, and they had lost the will to even try and struggle. Unfortunately, the tickler at Reilly’s feet got an evil idea. Motioning to the one at Brick’s feet, who had now begun to tickle between her toes, the two left the room.
Normally, the two ticklish mercs would have been glad to receive less tickling, but the two men straddling their laps had begun a contest to see who could get a between reaction by tickling their pits. Judging by the laughter, it seemed they were both equally good, with both women equally ticklish. When the other two returned, the only clear loser was the two people getting tickled to the point of insanity.
When the other two did return, had the Ranger’s been able to see through their blindfold’s or hear over hair own laughter, they would have been scared. As it was, they could not see through their blindfold, as that would defeat the purpose. And though the two ticklers noted their colleagues return with amusement, neither was about to allow their captives a chance to rest. So both were utterly puzzled when they felt the two men sat and their and rubbed them all over, paying special attention to their toes, using... salisbury steak? Puzzlement turned to horror when the two, after letting it sit on their feet for a few minutes, realised the two dogs each had brought with them, which began to lick their feet with their rough tongues. When they started, Brick jerked so violently she actually managed to lift her chair up slightly, knocking off her tickler. But it didn’t matter anymore. In fact, Reilly’s tickler got off willingly to watch the show. The dog’s rough tongue were proving to be more effective tickling tools then anything the men had done. They even proved effective at pushing between their toes, making them scream so loud they wondered if it would affect their hearing. Finally, after a good five minutes, a new sound was heard through their laughter: an explosion. The dogs certainly heard it, and, forgetting the meal in front of them, ran off growling, as a lone cry was heard “Super Mutant!” The men look worried. How many Super Mutants were attacking? It must have been a lot to make it down here. Three of them risked a peak outside.
“What the hell, there’s only one of them. And what the hell is he holding”. He never got a response, because the next second the air was filled red laser streaks as all three were gunned down in front of the fourth eyes. Then, stepping through the doorway was a sigh they might have almost been comical. A man, wearing dark green combat armour stencilled with “Reilly’s Ranger”, a combat helmet, and a pair of shades. At his side, a dog, and in his hands, not a huge weapon that one would expect him to have, but a decorative looking rifle, made of polished wood and with gold finishing. Of course, the merc didn’t find this funny at all, because he knew exactly who he was: The Lone Wanderer. A second later the fancy rifle had lowered the Talon Companies Headcount by another one.
“Didn’t expect to find you hear. We had a pool going over what happened to you. And seeing as how you apparently killed within the last three days by Super Mutants, I guess I lost 50 caps.” Then, noticing their binding and lack of proper clothing, he said, with a noticeable hint of disgust “what the hell did they do to you?”
“Nothing” Reilly quickly replied, feeling her face going red “You got her just in the nick of time.” Thankfully, the blindfold prevented her from noticing the glance he stole at her feet, covered in the remains of gravy and dog slobber.
“Well, the ways back is very clear, cept for a few remaining scumbags, so let’s get going.”
“Sounds good, I think I owe them a few round” By the time they got to the compound in the ruins of Washington, Talon Company headcount had broken its previous all time low.
