Jennyfootgirl
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My name is Tara Blake. I work for RynCor as a security consultant, in other words, a spy. My latest assignment was a simple one: break into the house of Alice Brighton, the CEO of Nuveau Engineering. It was discovered that she kept important documents in her home and I was tasked to steal those documents and bring them back to Ryncor. Easy, right?
I studied Miss Brightons' movements for a week and laid out a plan. On Saturday nights, she routinely left to stay overnight at her girlfriends house. The situation was perfect, get in while she's out, get the documents and bring them back to Ryncor.
I waited patiently for an hour until I saw the gate open. It usually took 1 minute before it started to close, and I walked in quickly, in 30 seconds. It was about 30 yards to the house, and I would have to traverse the yard carefully so as not to be caught in the cctv cameras. As I navigated the shadows, my heart raced with the thrill of the challenge. Each step was deliberate, ensuring I remained out of sight, keenly aware of the bright lenses that could expose my presence at any moment. As I stepped closer to the side door, I heard a click, and the ground opened up. I slid down a chute and blacked out when I hit the bottom.
I awoke in a haze, finding myself bound to a large bed in a spread-eagle position. The dim light flickered above me, casting eerie shadows on the cold, metallic walls. Panic surged through my veins as I struggled against the restraints, my mind racing with questions about how I could have gotten caught.
Suddenly a door opened up and she came in. It was Alice Brighton. Her expression was unreadable, a mix of concern and determination. "You shouldn't have come here," she said softly, stepping closer to me, her heels clinking echoing in the silence. "What were you doing snooping around my yard?" she said sternly. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I searched her eyes for any hint of mercy. "I'm not telling you anything," I replied, my voice trembling slightly, hoping to reason with her before it was too late. "Don't lie to me, I am going to find out the truth," she said as she removed my shoes and socks. "What do you mean by that?" I stammered, a mix of confusion and dread washing over me. She looked at me intently, a determined glint in her eye that suggested she wasn't going to let me off the hook easily.
"Are you ticklish?" she said with a mischievous grin, leaning closer as if to gauge my reaction. I swallowed hard, knowing that this unusual interrogation method was only the beginning of her relentless pursuit for the truth.
I watched as she stared at my sweaty vulnerable feet and braced myself. "No please don't do this." I said, trembling with fear and the anticipation of what was to come, and then I felt it, her fingers dancing on the soles of my feet. I couldn't help but squirm, a mix of laughter and dread bubbling up inside me. Each stroke sent shivers up my spine, and I realized that there was no escape from this dreadful torment.
I pleaded for mercy, but she continued tickling my feet. "Please, just stop!" I gasped between fits of uncontrollable laughter, my resolve crumbling with each tantalizing touch. As the seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, I realized that surrendering and telling her what she wanted to know might be the only way to find relief, but I could not do that.
Alice stopped momentarily and came over and asked me once again, this time angrily, "What were you doing snooping around here!" I said nothing and she went back to the end of the table and continued the tickle torment on the soles of my feet. Every touch sent waves of sensation through me, each laugh that escaped my lips feeling like a betrayal of my resolve. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes as she continued, her determination to extract a confession growing stronger with every second.
I pleaded for mercy, but she continued tickling my feet. "Please, just stop!" I gasped between fits of uncontrollable laughter, my resolve crumbling with each touch. As the seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, I realized that surrendering and telling her what she wanted to know might be the only way to find relief, but I could not do that.
Alice stopped momentarily and came over and asked me once again, this time angrily, "What were you doing snooping around here!" I said nothing, and she went back to the end of the table and continued the tickle torment on the soles of my feet. Every touch sent waves of sensation through me, each laugh that escaped my lips feeling like a betrayal of my resolve. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes as she continued, her determination to extract a confession growing stronger with every second.
For now, I was her bound tickle toy. She forced laughter out of me with every touch of her long fingernails on my soles. The room echoed with my helpless giggles, and I knew there was no escaping this dreadful interrogation. Just when I thought I could catch my breath, her fingers danced back to my feet, igniting another round of loud uncomfortable and unwanted laughter that filled the room.
She stopped again and demanded that I talk. But even if I could respond, when my mind was clouded with uncontrollable laughter. Each time I attempted to speak, another wave of ticklish sensations surged through me, leaving me gasping for air instead of answers.
There was no mercy from Alice Brighton as she continued her ticklish assault, a mischievous glint in her eyes. I could only shake my head, hoping that this torment would end soon. Just when I thought I might regain my composure, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear, and whispered a teasing challenge. "You think you can escape this? Just try!" I braced myself for another round of her relentless tickling, fully aware that surrendering to the moment was not an option.
I screamed with laughter. "No, no, please st-stop, I cannot take this any more." With each word I managed to gasp out, I felt that it was empowering her. The playful glint in her eyes only fueled her determination, and I knew that resisting was futile; I was utterly at her mercy.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I felt a warm sensation between my toes. I looked and saw that this warmth was Alice's tongue. The unexpected sensation sent a jolt of electricity through my body, both thrilling and terrifying. As she playfully teased me, My laughter mixed with moans and groans of surprise, creating a symphony of emotions I couldn't quite comprehend. Each flick of her tongue sent shivers up my spine, and I found myself torn between wanting her to stop and craving more.
I lay there bound and helpless having my toes sucked and feet licked by the woman whose house I was about to break into. The sensation was overwhelming, igniting a fire within me that I had never experienced before. I realized, in that moment of vulnerability, that my reckless decision had led me to an unexpected and intoxicating encounter.
The pleasure suddenly stopped and the feet tickling continued. I gasped with loud laughter erupting from my lips, the tickling sensations sending shockwaves through my body once again. This unusual interrogation was intolerable. I screamed laughter and squirmed helplessly, the torment pushing me to the brink of desperation. My mind raced and my desperate plea for mercy went ignored, and yet I could not divulge the reason for attempting to break in. The more I writhed, the more relentless the tickling became, as if my laughter only fueled their determination. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of panic and exhilaration, as I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of such unyielding torture.
Suddenly I felt her warm lips devouring my toes all the while her fingers stroked my soles. A mixture of moans of pleasure and laughter escaped my lips, blurring the line between torment and delight. Each gentle caress sent shivers up my spine, igniting sensations I never knew could coexist, leaving me both vulnerable and exhilarated most unexpectedly.
Alice stopped suddenly in order to check the shackles that held me tight in this vulnerable spreadeagle position. She again demanded that I tell her what I was up to or else the torment would continue. I hesitated, caught between the urge to confess and the thrill of the moment. The intensity of her gaze made my heart race again, But I kept my mouth shut. I simply could not tell her why I was here. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken tension. I felt the weight of her disappointment, but even more, I felt the exhilarating rush of defiance coursing through my veins. And then it started again.
This time, it was not her fingers on the soles of my feet, it was 2 soft brushes. I tried to keep my lips shut, but it was no use. I erupted once again with deafening laughter. The sound echoed through the empty room, breaking the stillness like a sudden storm. Her gaze shifted from stern to amused. Alice enjoyed every minute of my torment.
Stopping again, Alice left the room and returned with a pair of scissors. The metallic glint caught the light, and I couldn't help but wonder what she intended to do. My breath hitched as she approached, her eyes narrowing in determination, and I knew that whatever happened next would change everything.
I closed my eyes and felt my clothes being cut and ripped off. The air was thick with tension as I braced myself for the unknown. Each snip of the scissors echoed in my mind, a stark reminder that this moment was terrifying.
Remnants of my clothes were now spread all over the floor, and now I lay completely naked, shackled to the bed with a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through me. My heart raced as I heard footsteps approaching, knowing that the next few moments would determine my fate.
Alice approached and whispered, "Have you ever been with another woman my dear little spy?" I felt a shiver run down my spine at her words, the weight of her gaze heavy upon me. "No," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper, as curiosity battled with dread in my mind. Alice's expression softened for a fleeting moment, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Then let me show you what you’ve been missing," she said, stepping closer.
I struggled against the bonds that held me to this bed. Alice stood over me on the bed and looked up and down my nude body. "I'll ask you again. What were you doing snooping around my yard?" she said loudly. Her voice echoed off the walls with authority, and it sent shivers down my spine. "I'm not telling you anything," I stammered, desperately trying to mask my fear.
I whimpered a bit and it was followed by laughter once again as Alice's fingers dug into my armpits and sides. The laughter only heightened my anxiety, and I squirmed beneath her touch, feeling utterly exposed. "I'm begging you, please don't do this to me." I managed to say, my voice trembling with fits of laughter as I tried to regain some semblance of control over the situation.
When Alice stopped, to my shock, she kissed and licked my belly. The unexpected kiss sent a jolt through me, mixing confusion with the remnants of laughter still bubbling in my throat. I stared up at her, my heart pounding as I struggled to comprehend her sudden shift from tormenting to affection.
I pleaded with Alice. "I'm straight, please don't do this to me," I stammered. Alice pulled back slightly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, come on," she teased, her voice low and playful. "You might just discover something new about yourself."
Alice got up and went back to the end of the bed and sucked on my toes again. I gasped at the unexpected sensation as I tried to process the whirlwind of erotic emotions swirling within me. "Alice, please stop," I protested weakly, though a part of me was undeniably curious and aroused. Alice paused, her eyes sparkling with playful defiance. "Just let go," she urged softly, a smirk dancing on her lips, "you might find that it's more fun than you think."
There was no way of hiding my moans of pleasure as they escaped my lips, betraying the conflict between my reservations and the intoxicating thrill of the moment. The tension in the air crackled, and I felt a rush of excitement as I considered surrendering to the experience, allowing my inhibitions to melt away.
The pleasure had suddenly stopped, and the foot tickling continued. I squirmed, caught between laughter and a desperate need to regain control. Each touch from Alice's fingers on every inch of my feet seemed to unravel my defenses further, drawing me deeper into a whirlwind of sensations that I had never anticipated.
"Tell me and I will stop tickling you!" shouted Alice as she flashed a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with playful challenge. My heart raced, torn between the urge to confess and the thrill of being utterly at her mercy.
Alice stopped and I caught my breath. She stared at me, a look of desire filled her face. She knew that I was completely aroused. The air around us crackled with tension, an electric charge that made my skin prickle. The inevitable was going to happen.
I braced against the bonds that held me tight to this bed. Alice climbed on top, I shut my eyes tight, and I felt her warm tongue slowly moving up and down my sopping wet pussy. She licked so teasingly slow and then suddenly stop, it was driving me utterly out of my mind.
"Are you ready to tell me why you were in my yard?" said Alice in a sensual voice. Silently, I nodded no. The tension hung thick in the air, each heartbeat echoing in my ears as I searched for the right words to explain my presence. Alice went back to teasing my pussy with her warm tongue, moving so slowly, forcing me to moan and groan the pleasure that I could not keep hidden.
The slow teasing of my womanhood with her slow-moving tongue was becoming intolerable as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I could feel the heat rising within me, urging me to surrender to the sensations that were building with each deliberate stroke.
"Please stop teasing me," I moaned at Alice.
"Tell me what you were doing here and I will stop teasing," answered Alice.
"After I cum, I'll tell you everything, but please do it, make me cum, finish me off, I beg you." I stammered.
I finally felt Alice's tongue moving faster and my heart beating faster. The tension grew and grew, my wrists and ankles pulled vigorously against the bonds holding me down. Eventually I exploded in a rush of bliss, the intensity of the moment consuming every thought and leaving me breathless. As the waves of pleasure crashed over me, I felt an overwhelming sense of release, a culmination of desire that left me both exhausted and exhilarated.
After a few minutes of laying spent, Alice untied me, allowed me to shower and gave me fresh clothes to wear. I lied and told her that I was part of a group that broke into mansions and she believed me. She let me go with a warning, not knowing that I was an agent looking for information. The mission wasn't successful, but I will try again.
T
I studied Miss Brightons' movements for a week and laid out a plan. On Saturday nights, she routinely left to stay overnight at her girlfriends house. The situation was perfect, get in while she's out, get the documents and bring them back to Ryncor.
I waited patiently for an hour until I saw the gate open. It usually took 1 minute before it started to close, and I walked in quickly, in 30 seconds. It was about 30 yards to the house, and I would have to traverse the yard carefully so as not to be caught in the cctv cameras. As I navigated the shadows, my heart raced with the thrill of the challenge. Each step was deliberate, ensuring I remained out of sight, keenly aware of the bright lenses that could expose my presence at any moment. As I stepped closer to the side door, I heard a click, and the ground opened up. I slid down a chute and blacked out when I hit the bottom.
I awoke in a haze, finding myself bound to a large bed in a spread-eagle position. The dim light flickered above me, casting eerie shadows on the cold, metallic walls. Panic surged through my veins as I struggled against the restraints, my mind racing with questions about how I could have gotten caught.
Suddenly a door opened up and she came in. It was Alice Brighton. Her expression was unreadable, a mix of concern and determination. "You shouldn't have come here," she said softly, stepping closer to me, her heels clinking echoing in the silence. "What were you doing snooping around my yard?" she said sternly. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I searched her eyes for any hint of mercy. "I'm not telling you anything," I replied, my voice trembling slightly, hoping to reason with her before it was too late. "Don't lie to me, I am going to find out the truth," she said as she removed my shoes and socks. "What do you mean by that?" I stammered, a mix of confusion and dread washing over me. She looked at me intently, a determined glint in her eye that suggested she wasn't going to let me off the hook easily.
"Are you ticklish?" she said with a mischievous grin, leaning closer as if to gauge my reaction. I swallowed hard, knowing that this unusual interrogation method was only the beginning of her relentless pursuit for the truth.
I watched as she stared at my sweaty vulnerable feet and braced myself. "No please don't do this." I said, trembling with fear and the anticipation of what was to come, and then I felt it, her fingers dancing on the soles of my feet. I couldn't help but squirm, a mix of laughter and dread bubbling up inside me. Each stroke sent shivers up my spine, and I realized that there was no escape from this dreadful torment.
I pleaded for mercy, but she continued tickling my feet. "Please, just stop!" I gasped between fits of uncontrollable laughter, my resolve crumbling with each tantalizing touch. As the seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, I realized that surrendering and telling her what she wanted to know might be the only way to find relief, but I could not do that.
Alice stopped momentarily and came over and asked me once again, this time angrily, "What were you doing snooping around here!" I said nothing and she went back to the end of the table and continued the tickle torment on the soles of my feet. Every touch sent waves of sensation through me, each laugh that escaped my lips feeling like a betrayal of my resolve. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes as she continued, her determination to extract a confession growing stronger with every second.
I pleaded for mercy, but she continued tickling my feet. "Please, just stop!" I gasped between fits of uncontrollable laughter, my resolve crumbling with each touch. As the seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, I realized that surrendering and telling her what she wanted to know might be the only way to find relief, but I could not do that.
Alice stopped momentarily and came over and asked me once again, this time angrily, "What were you doing snooping around here!" I said nothing, and she went back to the end of the table and continued the tickle torment on the soles of my feet. Every touch sent waves of sensation through me, each laugh that escaped my lips feeling like a betrayal of my resolve. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes as she continued, her determination to extract a confession growing stronger with every second.
For now, I was her bound tickle toy. She forced laughter out of me with every touch of her long fingernails on my soles. The room echoed with my helpless giggles, and I knew there was no escaping this dreadful interrogation. Just when I thought I could catch my breath, her fingers danced back to my feet, igniting another round of loud uncomfortable and unwanted laughter that filled the room.
She stopped again and demanded that I talk. But even if I could respond, when my mind was clouded with uncontrollable laughter. Each time I attempted to speak, another wave of ticklish sensations surged through me, leaving me gasping for air instead of answers.
There was no mercy from Alice Brighton as she continued her ticklish assault, a mischievous glint in her eyes. I could only shake my head, hoping that this torment would end soon. Just when I thought I might regain my composure, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear, and whispered a teasing challenge. "You think you can escape this? Just try!" I braced myself for another round of her relentless tickling, fully aware that surrendering to the moment was not an option.
I screamed with laughter. "No, no, please st-stop, I cannot take this any more." With each word I managed to gasp out, I felt that it was empowering her. The playful glint in her eyes only fueled her determination, and I knew that resisting was futile; I was utterly at her mercy.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I felt a warm sensation between my toes. I looked and saw that this warmth was Alice's tongue. The unexpected sensation sent a jolt of electricity through my body, both thrilling and terrifying. As she playfully teased me, My laughter mixed with moans and groans of surprise, creating a symphony of emotions I couldn't quite comprehend. Each flick of her tongue sent shivers up my spine, and I found myself torn between wanting her to stop and craving more.
I lay there bound and helpless having my toes sucked and feet licked by the woman whose house I was about to break into. The sensation was overwhelming, igniting a fire within me that I had never experienced before. I realized, in that moment of vulnerability, that my reckless decision had led me to an unexpected and intoxicating encounter.
The pleasure suddenly stopped and the feet tickling continued. I gasped with loud laughter erupting from my lips, the tickling sensations sending shockwaves through my body once again. This unusual interrogation was intolerable. I screamed laughter and squirmed helplessly, the torment pushing me to the brink of desperation. My mind raced and my desperate plea for mercy went ignored, and yet I could not divulge the reason for attempting to break in. The more I writhed, the more relentless the tickling became, as if my laughter only fueled their determination. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of panic and exhilaration, as I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of such unyielding torture.
Suddenly I felt her warm lips devouring my toes all the while her fingers stroked my soles. A mixture of moans of pleasure and laughter escaped my lips, blurring the line between torment and delight. Each gentle caress sent shivers up my spine, igniting sensations I never knew could coexist, leaving me both vulnerable and exhilarated most unexpectedly.
Alice stopped suddenly in order to check the shackles that held me tight in this vulnerable spreadeagle position. She again demanded that I tell her what I was up to or else the torment would continue. I hesitated, caught between the urge to confess and the thrill of the moment. The intensity of her gaze made my heart race again, But I kept my mouth shut. I simply could not tell her why I was here. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken tension. I felt the weight of her disappointment, but even more, I felt the exhilarating rush of defiance coursing through my veins. And then it started again.
This time, it was not her fingers on the soles of my feet, it was 2 soft brushes. I tried to keep my lips shut, but it was no use. I erupted once again with deafening laughter. The sound echoed through the empty room, breaking the stillness like a sudden storm. Her gaze shifted from stern to amused. Alice enjoyed every minute of my torment.
Stopping again, Alice left the room and returned with a pair of scissors. The metallic glint caught the light, and I couldn't help but wonder what she intended to do. My breath hitched as she approached, her eyes narrowing in determination, and I knew that whatever happened next would change everything.
I closed my eyes and felt my clothes being cut and ripped off. The air was thick with tension as I braced myself for the unknown. Each snip of the scissors echoed in my mind, a stark reminder that this moment was terrifying.
Remnants of my clothes were now spread all over the floor, and now I lay completely naked, shackled to the bed with a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through me. My heart raced as I heard footsteps approaching, knowing that the next few moments would determine my fate.
Alice approached and whispered, "Have you ever been with another woman my dear little spy?" I felt a shiver run down my spine at her words, the weight of her gaze heavy upon me. "No," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper, as curiosity battled with dread in my mind. Alice's expression softened for a fleeting moment, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Then let me show you what you’ve been missing," she said, stepping closer.
I struggled against the bonds that held me to this bed. Alice stood over me on the bed and looked up and down my nude body. "I'll ask you again. What were you doing snooping around my yard?" she said loudly. Her voice echoed off the walls with authority, and it sent shivers down my spine. "I'm not telling you anything," I stammered, desperately trying to mask my fear.
I whimpered a bit and it was followed by laughter once again as Alice's fingers dug into my armpits and sides. The laughter only heightened my anxiety, and I squirmed beneath her touch, feeling utterly exposed. "I'm begging you, please don't do this to me." I managed to say, my voice trembling with fits of laughter as I tried to regain some semblance of control over the situation.
When Alice stopped, to my shock, she kissed and licked my belly. The unexpected kiss sent a jolt through me, mixing confusion with the remnants of laughter still bubbling in my throat. I stared up at her, my heart pounding as I struggled to comprehend her sudden shift from tormenting to affection.
I pleaded with Alice. "I'm straight, please don't do this to me," I stammered. Alice pulled back slightly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, come on," she teased, her voice low and playful. "You might just discover something new about yourself."
Alice got up and went back to the end of the bed and sucked on my toes again. I gasped at the unexpected sensation as I tried to process the whirlwind of erotic emotions swirling within me. "Alice, please stop," I protested weakly, though a part of me was undeniably curious and aroused. Alice paused, her eyes sparkling with playful defiance. "Just let go," she urged softly, a smirk dancing on her lips, "you might find that it's more fun than you think."
There was no way of hiding my moans of pleasure as they escaped my lips, betraying the conflict between my reservations and the intoxicating thrill of the moment. The tension in the air crackled, and I felt a rush of excitement as I considered surrendering to the experience, allowing my inhibitions to melt away.
The pleasure had suddenly stopped, and the foot tickling continued. I squirmed, caught between laughter and a desperate need to regain control. Each touch from Alice's fingers on every inch of my feet seemed to unravel my defenses further, drawing me deeper into a whirlwind of sensations that I had never anticipated.
"Tell me and I will stop tickling you!" shouted Alice as she flashed a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with playful challenge. My heart raced, torn between the urge to confess and the thrill of being utterly at her mercy.
Alice stopped and I caught my breath. She stared at me, a look of desire filled her face. She knew that I was completely aroused. The air around us crackled with tension, an electric charge that made my skin prickle. The inevitable was going to happen.
I braced against the bonds that held me tight to this bed. Alice climbed on top, I shut my eyes tight, and I felt her warm tongue slowly moving up and down my sopping wet pussy. She licked so teasingly slow and then suddenly stop, it was driving me utterly out of my mind.
"Are you ready to tell me why you were in my yard?" said Alice in a sensual voice. Silently, I nodded no. The tension hung thick in the air, each heartbeat echoing in my ears as I searched for the right words to explain my presence. Alice went back to teasing my pussy with her warm tongue, moving so slowly, forcing me to moan and groan the pleasure that I could not keep hidden.
The slow teasing of my womanhood with her slow-moving tongue was becoming intolerable as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I could feel the heat rising within me, urging me to surrender to the sensations that were building with each deliberate stroke.
"Please stop teasing me," I moaned at Alice.
"Tell me what you were doing here and I will stop teasing," answered Alice.
"After I cum, I'll tell you everything, but please do it, make me cum, finish me off, I beg you." I stammered.
I finally felt Alice's tongue moving faster and my heart beating faster. The tension grew and grew, my wrists and ankles pulled vigorously against the bonds holding me down. Eventually I exploded in a rush of bliss, the intensity of the moment consuming every thought and leaving me breathless. As the waves of pleasure crashed over me, I felt an overwhelming sense of release, a culmination of desire that left me both exhausted and exhilarated.
After a few minutes of laying spent, Alice untied me, allowed me to shower and gave me fresh clothes to wear. I lied and told her that I was part of a group that broke into mansions and she believed me. She let me go with a warning, not knowing that I was an agent looking for information. The mission wasn't successful, but I will try again.
T
