PeterVincentTGVK
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When Jenni pulled up into her driveway, she was quite alarmed by the sight of her living room light being on inside. She was religious when it came to saving electricity in her absence. Was someone in her home? She turned off her car and opened up her glove compartment to grab a small taser out of it. It was compact but powerful. A gift from Ellie Wisden back after their encounter in Atlas City. She stepped out of the car and made her way up the steps of her front porch and over to the door, moving as quietly as she could. She was about to place her key in the door when she heard a familiar voice from just inside the house.
“It’s me, Jenni. It’s Samantha.” Jenni’s eyes lit up as she excitedly unlocked and swung the door open to see her old friend, Samantha Storm, sitting comfortably on her couch. The spy wore her signature black, leather jacket and blue jeans.
“Sammy! Don’t ever scare me like that again. I came this close to zapping you in the face.” Jenni put the taser in her jacket pocket and took the jacket off, tossing it onto her recliner from across the room and showing off her tight, pink sweater. “You want me to make you a drink or anything?”
“I need you to come with me.” Samantha cut right through the pleasantries. “You’ve got about two hours to pack. Cancel any plans you have for the next couple days or so.”
“Wow… um… how presumptuous of you.” Jenni rolled her eyes in annoyance.
“What?”
“I haven’t seen you in over a year. Not since that bullshit with 7…”
“That wasn’t my fault…”
“You come over unannounced and just demand me to go along with whatever you’ve got going on?” Jenni huffed.
“Jenni, I promise I can tell you all about it on the way.” Samantha said. She felt the slightest swell of nervousness when Jenni’s expression changed from one of irritation to one of playfulness. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just that… with your arms spread out like that and your jacket open… I mean, I can see that white shirt of yours that you have tucked into your jeans. That adorable belt buckle of yours. But unless you have one behind your back, somewhere… I don’t see a gun.” Jenni walked up to the couch and suddenly plopped herself down onto Samantha’s lap. The agent instinctively tried to grab Jenni, but the busty brunette seized Samantha’s hands and shoved them down between the couch cushions on either side of where Samantha sat. The agent’s eyes went wide when she felt something in between the cushions snap around her wrists.
“Jenni, what the Hell is that?!”
“I had them installed last month. Good luck getting your hands out from under there. Now… as I was saying…”
“Jenni, we really don’t have time for this.” Samantha knew exactly what mile Jenni’s mind was running at the moment.
“Don’t have time for what?” Jenni asked innocently as she scratched a nail along Samantha’s abdomen through her shirt. The agent bit her lip and shook a little. “Sammie is ticklish…” Jenni whispered deviously.
“You knehew thahahat.” Samantha shook her head to try and block out the sensation. “Jehehenni, this is important.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is… and of course you know that I am well aware of how to break beautiful spies like you.” Jenni appeared to be slipping into some kind of roleplay without cluing Samantha in on it first. “I’ll make you tell me what I want to know.”
“Stan the Stone has ehehescaped!”
Jenni’s hands tensed for a moment and she stopped tickling.
“What? When did this happen? He knows who I am, Samantha! Are your people gonna offer me any protection or-”
“I need you to come with me.” Samantha interrupted. “There’s a tracker in him. He doesn’t know about it. He was rendered unconscious during his transport after you and I captured him and he had a small chip injected into the back of his right leg just above his knee. We know where he is. I need you to help me catch him again.”
“This makes zero sense.” Jenni started goosing Samantha’s sides, sending the spy into erratic giggles. Jenni timed her squeezes with her words. “If he was really loose and you knew where he was, you’d all be ramming Apache helicopters up his ass or something. You… don’t… need… me!”
“Hahahahahaha we cahahahan’t because of where he issss hahahahahahahahaha…”
“And where is he? The freaking White House?”
“The Agency! He broke in with a dozen others!”
Jenni once again stopped tickling as she realized what Samantha meant.
“You mean the big ass building where 7 tortured us? You want to sneak in there? Isn’t that… I dunno… kind of like a suicide mission?”
“Not if it’s just you and me.” Samantha explained, gasping for air. “The entire facility is on lock down. Nobody is allowed in or out. It’s easier to get you and me in there than it would be for an army. All employees have been restricted to their own areas of the facility. As long as we stay away from the interrogation rooms, 7 won’t be anywhere near us. And that’s if she’s even there to begin with. Look… I want Stan. And I don’t just want to capture him anymore. I have permission to terminate him if need be. The others with him, as well. I just need your help getting in and around. Two heads are better, you know?”
Samantha watched Jenni ponder her options. She knew better than most that Jenni was unpredictable. Her decision making skills could often be questionable. Though Jenni was quite intelligent, even brilliant… her nature was always all but impossible to determine. Finally, Jenni addressed her again.
“While I am considering this… I want to try something with you.”
“Jenni, we really don’t ha-”
“Have the time?” Jenni cut off the spy. “You keep saying that, but just a few minutes ago, you said I had two hours to pack. Thing is, though… I don’t take two hours to pack. So I think we can spare just a teensy widdle bit of time for fun.”
“I can guess what kind of fun you have in mind.” Samantha said drolly.
“Well, spy…” Jenni daintily reached down and took hold of Samantha’s white shirt with just a few fingers and lifted it up, un-tucking it and rolling it up. As she did this, a fingertip grazed the toned tummy here ad there and the flesh twitched each time, causing Samantha to smile a couple of times. “If I remember correctly, your Air Force and Ground Control are alright… but you have some issues with your… Navel Reserve.”
“Jenni, no.”
Samantha started to breathe a bit more heavily as she watched Jenni slink down to her knees on the carpeted floor and place her face near her now bare belly. Samantha had expected a raspberry. Jenni not only loved to tickle. But she often liked to do so in the silliest, most childish ways that she could think of. Therefore, she was a bit of an expert when it came to giving what she sometimes called “belly blasters”. But what she did instead was far worse…
Samantha felt the tip of Jenni’s nose touch down just above her bellybutton. Samantha giggled nervously, awaiting her ticklish doom. There was a momentary gust of hot breath against Samantha’s bellybutton that made her shiver before Jenni’s tongue wormed it’s way inside and wriggled slowly.
“AAAAHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA JENNI NO!”
The tickler didn’t even act as though she had heard the please for mercy. The tongue rolled and probed the tender, knotted flesh.
Samantha tugged on the concealed bonds that held her wrists so securely. No matter what, she could not free her hands from inside of the couch. She eventually gave in and slumped back, giggling hysterically.
This went of for about six minutes before something dawned on Samantha. Jenni had not stopped. She had not changed tactics. She hadn’t even spoken a word. Usually, Jenni was very prone to dishing out tickle talk and verbal taunts during her delicate tortures. But not this time. All she did was ticklishly massage inside of Samantha’s bellybutton with that damn tongue. The agent felt the warm, wet, muscular organ probing away and began to feel the first hints of…
Arousal?
Something about the way that Jenni was teasing that spot was actually causing Samantha to become flush and slick between her legs. She started to rub her thighs together as a couple of quick moans escaped her.
Jenni stopped for only a couple of moments and smiled before starting up the tummy torment again. She must have known the effect that she was having on the spy. It occurred to Samantha that this was exactly what Jenni wanted. Jenni wrapped her arms around Samantha, holding her in place as she might if she was performing cunnilingus. Gradually, Samantha felt her nipples harden in her bra and began to shake. Jenni’s devilish tongue was pushing her buttons, literally. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm approaching. But Jenni couldn't make her cum just from playing with her bellybutton!
Could she?
The tongue continued to poke and wriggle and writhe. How was Jenni’s jaw not locking up, Samantha wondered. It didn’t matter. Even as she giggled, she knew what would eventually happen right there on the couch. Jenni didn’t stop. She didn’t even slow. The tongue snaked in and out and around…
“Heheheheheheheheaaaagh! AGH!” Samantha jerked and spasmed as her climax set in. Her face was a mask of complete shock as nearly forty five seconds passed before Jenni withdrew her tongue and wiped a little bit of saliva from her lower lip.
“Wha… what the fuck was that?”
“That was an orgasm.” Jenni said abruptly. “I read at one point that people who are ticklish in their bellybuttons can often climax from having it stimulated. Knowing that you have the most tickly birth spot I have ever seen outside of Atlas City, well… I just had to see for myself.”
“It… it tickled so bad…”
“Yeah, but you had fun.” Jenni accused in a naughty tone. “Now, about this mission… I have some stipulations.”
“Go on?”
“I will go in make-up. Not just because of, well, me. But because it lowers the chance of more people finding out who I am.”
“Agreed.”
“I want a gun.”
“No fucking way.”
“Okay, fine. But the third request is non-negotiable. When we are communicating… you have to address me over the radio… as…”
“I’m not calling you that.” Samantha growled into her bluetooth. “It’s a mockery of everything having to do with my line of work.” The agent was down on her belly, scooting through the brush and coming up on the guardhouse in front of the facility where Stan had supposedly executed the guard, Noan Fasic. She had to periodically adjust the strap on her shoulder that was attached to her Heckler & Koch MP5A3. The gun was fitted with a tactical suppressor, an RIS foregrip, and a reflex sight. “I think I see the guard’s body.” Samantha told Jenni as she viewed the area through a small pair of binoculars. “Once I clear the guardhouse, you should be safe to come down and join me.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that.” Jenni spoke. She watched Samantha from up in a tree near the road. Jenni had thought about wearing her clown suit for the occasion, but decided instead to wear a thin, black blouse and dark leggings for the sake of camo. Not that her face paint helped.
“I said once I clear the guardhouse, you should be safe to come down and join me.” Samantha repeated, bringing a couple of fingers to her ear to make sure the bud wasn’t displaced. She couldn’t afford to lose radio communication with Jenni at any point in the mission. If equipment needed to be checked, this was the time to do it.
“You should be safe to come down and join me…?” Jenni asked again. Samantha gritted her teeth bitterly.
“I’m… not… calling you… that…”
“Then I guess you’re on your own.” The agent heard the clown say mockingly. “Because I am not coming down from this tree until you do.
“Dammit, Jenni, you realize that this whole conversation will be saved and played back for just about any reason if my superiors demand it, right? I can’t call you that damn name.”
“I told you, Sammie. It’s non-negotiable. Tell you what. You don’t have to use the name for the whole mission. I just want to hear you say it one time. Just once. Do that, and I will follow you into the facility.” Jenni offered the compromise as Samantha approached the body of Noan Fasic. She looked up at the winding road that led up the hill to the facility. She couldn’t do this alone. She knew that she needed Jenni. And Jenni knew it, too.
“Am I safe to come down and join you?” The clown’s taunting voice pierced right through Samantha’s pride. The agent swallowed what was left of that pride… took a deep breath… and replied.
“Yes, you are safe to come down and join me…” Samantha said through clenched teeth. “… Miss MoneyJenni.”
Stan the Stone is on the loose again. The infamous criminal and terrorist has infiltrated a secret government facility and Samantha Storm has been tasked with taking him down once and for all. But Samantha knows just how tough Stan can be and that she’ll need Jenni The Clown to come along for the ride. It won’t be an easy mission, though. The dynamic duo of hot, sexy, tickling action will also have to contend with Number 7, Renismelthin, and others in this intensely erotic fetish extravaganza!
Casual and erotic tickling!
Awesome fight and shootout sequences!
Scenes of resistance and desperation!
Focus on F/F tickling but also contains brief M/F and F/M content!
Will Jenni and Samantha save the day? Will Renismelthin throw a wrench in their plans? Will Samantha be able to defeat Stan? Is Number 7 ticklish? The answers to these and more can only be found here! Get your copy today! https://www.lulu.com/shop/shellie-f....html?q=Mission:+Hysterical&page=1&pageSize=4
Samantha Storm created by Morandilas and Suikoden (SuikTwoPointOh)
“It’s me, Jenni. It’s Samantha.” Jenni’s eyes lit up as she excitedly unlocked and swung the door open to see her old friend, Samantha Storm, sitting comfortably on her couch. The spy wore her signature black, leather jacket and blue jeans.
“Sammy! Don’t ever scare me like that again. I came this close to zapping you in the face.” Jenni put the taser in her jacket pocket and took the jacket off, tossing it onto her recliner from across the room and showing off her tight, pink sweater. “You want me to make you a drink or anything?”
“I need you to come with me.” Samantha cut right through the pleasantries. “You’ve got about two hours to pack. Cancel any plans you have for the next couple days or so.”
“Wow… um… how presumptuous of you.” Jenni rolled her eyes in annoyance.
“What?”
“I haven’t seen you in over a year. Not since that bullshit with 7…”
“That wasn’t my fault…”
“You come over unannounced and just demand me to go along with whatever you’ve got going on?” Jenni huffed.
“Jenni, I promise I can tell you all about it on the way.” Samantha said. She felt the slightest swell of nervousness when Jenni’s expression changed from one of irritation to one of playfulness. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just that… with your arms spread out like that and your jacket open… I mean, I can see that white shirt of yours that you have tucked into your jeans. That adorable belt buckle of yours. But unless you have one behind your back, somewhere… I don’t see a gun.” Jenni walked up to the couch and suddenly plopped herself down onto Samantha’s lap. The agent instinctively tried to grab Jenni, but the busty brunette seized Samantha’s hands and shoved them down between the couch cushions on either side of where Samantha sat. The agent’s eyes went wide when she felt something in between the cushions snap around her wrists.
“Jenni, what the Hell is that?!”
“I had them installed last month. Good luck getting your hands out from under there. Now… as I was saying…”
“Jenni, we really don’t have time for this.” Samantha knew exactly what mile Jenni’s mind was running at the moment.
“Don’t have time for what?” Jenni asked innocently as she scratched a nail along Samantha’s abdomen through her shirt. The agent bit her lip and shook a little. “Sammie is ticklish…” Jenni whispered deviously.
“You knehew thahahat.” Samantha shook her head to try and block out the sensation. “Jehehenni, this is important.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is… and of course you know that I am well aware of how to break beautiful spies like you.” Jenni appeared to be slipping into some kind of roleplay without cluing Samantha in on it first. “I’ll make you tell me what I want to know.”
“Stan the Stone has ehehescaped!”
Jenni’s hands tensed for a moment and she stopped tickling.
“What? When did this happen? He knows who I am, Samantha! Are your people gonna offer me any protection or-”
“I need you to come with me.” Samantha interrupted. “There’s a tracker in him. He doesn’t know about it. He was rendered unconscious during his transport after you and I captured him and he had a small chip injected into the back of his right leg just above his knee. We know where he is. I need you to help me catch him again.”
“This makes zero sense.” Jenni started goosing Samantha’s sides, sending the spy into erratic giggles. Jenni timed her squeezes with her words. “If he was really loose and you knew where he was, you’d all be ramming Apache helicopters up his ass or something. You… don’t… need… me!”
“Hahahahahaha we cahahahan’t because of where he issss hahahahahahahahaha…”
“And where is he? The freaking White House?”
“The Agency! He broke in with a dozen others!”
Jenni once again stopped tickling as she realized what Samantha meant.
“You mean the big ass building where 7 tortured us? You want to sneak in there? Isn’t that… I dunno… kind of like a suicide mission?”
“Not if it’s just you and me.” Samantha explained, gasping for air. “The entire facility is on lock down. Nobody is allowed in or out. It’s easier to get you and me in there than it would be for an army. All employees have been restricted to their own areas of the facility. As long as we stay away from the interrogation rooms, 7 won’t be anywhere near us. And that’s if she’s even there to begin with. Look… I want Stan. And I don’t just want to capture him anymore. I have permission to terminate him if need be. The others with him, as well. I just need your help getting in and around. Two heads are better, you know?”
Samantha watched Jenni ponder her options. She knew better than most that Jenni was unpredictable. Her decision making skills could often be questionable. Though Jenni was quite intelligent, even brilliant… her nature was always all but impossible to determine. Finally, Jenni addressed her again.
“While I am considering this… I want to try something with you.”
“Jenni, we really don’t ha-”
“Have the time?” Jenni cut off the spy. “You keep saying that, but just a few minutes ago, you said I had two hours to pack. Thing is, though… I don’t take two hours to pack. So I think we can spare just a teensy widdle bit of time for fun.”
“I can guess what kind of fun you have in mind.” Samantha said drolly.
“Well, spy…” Jenni daintily reached down and took hold of Samantha’s white shirt with just a few fingers and lifted it up, un-tucking it and rolling it up. As she did this, a fingertip grazed the toned tummy here ad there and the flesh twitched each time, causing Samantha to smile a couple of times. “If I remember correctly, your Air Force and Ground Control are alright… but you have some issues with your… Navel Reserve.”
“Jenni, no.”
Samantha started to breathe a bit more heavily as she watched Jenni slink down to her knees on the carpeted floor and place her face near her now bare belly. Samantha had expected a raspberry. Jenni not only loved to tickle. But she often liked to do so in the silliest, most childish ways that she could think of. Therefore, she was a bit of an expert when it came to giving what she sometimes called “belly blasters”. But what she did instead was far worse…
Samantha felt the tip of Jenni’s nose touch down just above her bellybutton. Samantha giggled nervously, awaiting her ticklish doom. There was a momentary gust of hot breath against Samantha’s bellybutton that made her shiver before Jenni’s tongue wormed it’s way inside and wriggled slowly.
“AAAAHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA JENNI NO!”
The tickler didn’t even act as though she had heard the please for mercy. The tongue rolled and probed the tender, knotted flesh.
Samantha tugged on the concealed bonds that held her wrists so securely. No matter what, she could not free her hands from inside of the couch. She eventually gave in and slumped back, giggling hysterically.
This went of for about six minutes before something dawned on Samantha. Jenni had not stopped. She had not changed tactics. She hadn’t even spoken a word. Usually, Jenni was very prone to dishing out tickle talk and verbal taunts during her delicate tortures. But not this time. All she did was ticklishly massage inside of Samantha’s bellybutton with that damn tongue. The agent felt the warm, wet, muscular organ probing away and began to feel the first hints of…
Arousal?
Something about the way that Jenni was teasing that spot was actually causing Samantha to become flush and slick between her legs. She started to rub her thighs together as a couple of quick moans escaped her.
Jenni stopped for only a couple of moments and smiled before starting up the tummy torment again. She must have known the effect that she was having on the spy. It occurred to Samantha that this was exactly what Jenni wanted. Jenni wrapped her arms around Samantha, holding her in place as she might if she was performing cunnilingus. Gradually, Samantha felt her nipples harden in her bra and began to shake. Jenni’s devilish tongue was pushing her buttons, literally. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm approaching. But Jenni couldn't make her cum just from playing with her bellybutton!
Could she?
The tongue continued to poke and wriggle and writhe. How was Jenni’s jaw not locking up, Samantha wondered. It didn’t matter. Even as she giggled, she knew what would eventually happen right there on the couch. Jenni didn’t stop. She didn’t even slow. The tongue snaked in and out and around…
“Heheheheheheheheaaaagh! AGH!” Samantha jerked and spasmed as her climax set in. Her face was a mask of complete shock as nearly forty five seconds passed before Jenni withdrew her tongue and wiped a little bit of saliva from her lower lip.
“Wha… what the fuck was that?”
“That was an orgasm.” Jenni said abruptly. “I read at one point that people who are ticklish in their bellybuttons can often climax from having it stimulated. Knowing that you have the most tickly birth spot I have ever seen outside of Atlas City, well… I just had to see for myself.”
“It… it tickled so bad…”
“Yeah, but you had fun.” Jenni accused in a naughty tone. “Now, about this mission… I have some stipulations.”
“Go on?”
“I will go in make-up. Not just because of, well, me. But because it lowers the chance of more people finding out who I am.”
“Agreed.”
“I want a gun.”
“No fucking way.”
“Okay, fine. But the third request is non-negotiable. When we are communicating… you have to address me over the radio… as…”
“I’m not calling you that.” Samantha growled into her bluetooth. “It’s a mockery of everything having to do with my line of work.” The agent was down on her belly, scooting through the brush and coming up on the guardhouse in front of the facility where Stan had supposedly executed the guard, Noan Fasic. She had to periodically adjust the strap on her shoulder that was attached to her Heckler & Koch MP5A3. The gun was fitted with a tactical suppressor, an RIS foregrip, and a reflex sight. “I think I see the guard’s body.” Samantha told Jenni as she viewed the area through a small pair of binoculars. “Once I clear the guardhouse, you should be safe to come down and join me.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that.” Jenni spoke. She watched Samantha from up in a tree near the road. Jenni had thought about wearing her clown suit for the occasion, but decided instead to wear a thin, black blouse and dark leggings for the sake of camo. Not that her face paint helped.
“I said once I clear the guardhouse, you should be safe to come down and join me.” Samantha repeated, bringing a couple of fingers to her ear to make sure the bud wasn’t displaced. She couldn’t afford to lose radio communication with Jenni at any point in the mission. If equipment needed to be checked, this was the time to do it.
“You should be safe to come down and join me…?” Jenni asked again. Samantha gritted her teeth bitterly.
“I’m… not… calling you… that…”
“Then I guess you’re on your own.” The agent heard the clown say mockingly. “Because I am not coming down from this tree until you do.
“Dammit, Jenni, you realize that this whole conversation will be saved and played back for just about any reason if my superiors demand it, right? I can’t call you that damn name.”
“I told you, Sammie. It’s non-negotiable. Tell you what. You don’t have to use the name for the whole mission. I just want to hear you say it one time. Just once. Do that, and I will follow you into the facility.” Jenni offered the compromise as Samantha approached the body of Noan Fasic. She looked up at the winding road that led up the hill to the facility. She couldn’t do this alone. She knew that she needed Jenni. And Jenni knew it, too.
“Am I safe to come down and join you?” The clown’s taunting voice pierced right through Samantha’s pride. The agent swallowed what was left of that pride… took a deep breath… and replied.
“Yes, you are safe to come down and join me…” Samantha said through clenched teeth. “… Miss MoneyJenni.”
Stan the Stone is on the loose again. The infamous criminal and terrorist has infiltrated a secret government facility and Samantha Storm has been tasked with taking him down once and for all. But Samantha knows just how tough Stan can be and that she’ll need Jenni The Clown to come along for the ride. It won’t be an easy mission, though. The dynamic duo of hot, sexy, tickling action will also have to contend with Number 7, Renismelthin, and others in this intensely erotic fetish extravaganza!
Casual and erotic tickling!
Awesome fight and shootout sequences!
Scenes of resistance and desperation!
Focus on F/F tickling but also contains brief M/F and F/M content!
Will Jenni and Samantha save the day? Will Renismelthin throw a wrench in their plans? Will Samantha be able to defeat Stan? Is Number 7 ticklish? The answers to these and more can only be found here! Get your copy today! https://www.lulu.com/shop/shellie-f....html?q=Mission:+Hysterical&page=1&pageSize=4
Samantha Storm created by Morandilas and Suikoden (SuikTwoPointOh)
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