Madam Tickles
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Bradford "Ace" Malone was the best undercover pilot the Company had. His copilot and undercover surveillance photographer, Middleton "Snaps" Henderson was equally as good. They fly under the radar missions for the Company, a secret government agency formed to protect the planet of Mars from invaders. Martians are a peace-loving people with a deep seeded devious side that they choose to keep carefully hidden. Those who have the deepest, darkest side and can't keep it hidden become either an enemy invader or a torturer. Those who become the society's torturers know the most devious methods.
Ace and Snaps were flying an ultra secret mission over the Red Territory to photograph key invader villages. The leader of these invader forces was an original astro-settler with deep ancestral roots. Genghis Kahn, the great-grandson many generations removed leads his invading force and is devious and more brutal than his ancestral relative. He also has a secret that he hides even from his key generals.
Kahn was alerted by his security officer that a plane had been picked up on microwave scanners. Ace and Snaps hadn't known about the microwave scanners and felt their plane shudder from the impact of the missile to their plane's tail section.
"Punch out! Punch out!" screamed Ace to Snaps. Snaps pulled the disc from his camera and slipped it into the sleeve in his seat and punched out. Both men rode the air down as they floated in their parachutes. As they floated down to the ground, they could feel the air getting thinner, even though they had their oxygen masks on. AS they hit the ground, they were knocked out by the impact.
When Ace woke up, he looked around and saw that he had been hung up against a wall by his wrists, his flight suit partially unzipped to expose his bare skin. As he shivered in the thin, cold air, he could hear hysterical, frenzied laughter. "Oh crap! they know how ticklish Snaps is. He would hold out much longer." Ace knew that Kahn was fond of tickle torture. He had the best trained ticklers on Mars. Ace began to get nervous and worried that Kahn would find out how ticklish he was.
Snaps was stretched out on a rack naked, his arms up over his head and two ticklers running their pointed nails along his ribs and bottoms of bare feet. He was laughing hysterically, writhing over the rack, begging for mercy. "Pleeeze! stop! I c-can't t-take much more!!" Snaps knew that the tickling would only get worse, but he couldn't betray Ace or the Company. The men were trained to face any form of torture but tickling. It was their biggest weakness.
"Come now." Kahn said calmly "Tell me where the photo disc is and the tickling will stop." Snaps caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down from the laughter. "I'm telling you... There is no photo disc. My camera jammed and I wasn't able to take any pictures." Kahn inhaled deeply and told his ticklers to stop for now.
"If you will not tell me anything.. then I'll get it from your pilot." snapped Kahn. He motioned the ticklers to follow him to the cell where Ace was.
Ace looked up when he heard the bolt on his cell door move. "Well well. Was wondering when you would get to me." Ace looked Kahn straight in the eyes, his jaw set.
Kahn slapped Ace's face and then got up close to him so that Ace could feel his hot breath as he spoke. Ace could feel Kahn stripping off his flight suit down to his wait. Ace began to sweat and tensed his muscles as he felt Kahn 's finger tips probing his sides and lower ribs. Kahn stopped for a moment.
"Not going to give in to being ticklish, eh? Well I can break you because I know you are ticklish. Your photographer friend told me how ticklish you are just before he passed out from his tortures... tickling tortures!" Kahn laughed devilishly. He knew he was right. It was just a mater of finding that one sweet spot... that one or two spots that are the most ticklish. For Kahn it was his ribs and bottoms of both feet.
AS a child, Kahn was regularly tickled so that by the time he was a man, he knew his weaknesses and how to withstand the tortures of the tickles. He also knew of the pleasure that comes from a good tickling.
Ace on the other hand dreaded being tickles. His extreme ticklishness was his kryptonite. The very thing that nearly kept the Company from hiring him. He was harassed and tickled as a child and learned how to withstand it.. but only for a time. When the tickling became overwhelming, he would crumble into as mass of giggling flesh.
"I will leave you now with Kaleed. He is my very best tickler. He will loosen your tongue, even if it is only in laughter." Kahn whispered to Kaleed his instructions, then left the cell. Kahn went to his chamber and summoned the Master to come. The Master entered Kahn's chamber and sat down on the bed. Kahn was naked, laying on his back. Smiling, the Master knew exactly what Kahn wanted.
Kahn looked up at the Master playfully and asked, "What are you going to do to me?" The Master took off his robe and was only half naked. "I am going to see how ticklish you are today!" Then he drew his fingertips lightly along Kahn's belly, tickling the rim of his belly button. Kahn began giggling childishly and wriggled on the bed. The Master whispered to Kahn, "You seem ore ticklish than usual. Perhaps it is your prisoner, eh!" Kahn laughed. "Yes.. I seem to be attracted to him. I want to tickle him myself just for the pleasure it gives me!" The Master laughed and begin tied Kahn to the bed spread out nd began tickling his ribs. Kahn' eyes grew wide as he wriggled under the Master's expert fingertips. Then Kahn wailed in laughter.
Ace and Snaps were flying an ultra secret mission over the Red Territory to photograph key invader villages. The leader of these invader forces was an original astro-settler with deep ancestral roots. Genghis Kahn, the great-grandson many generations removed leads his invading force and is devious and more brutal than his ancestral relative. He also has a secret that he hides even from his key generals.
Kahn was alerted by his security officer that a plane had been picked up on microwave scanners. Ace and Snaps hadn't known about the microwave scanners and felt their plane shudder from the impact of the missile to their plane's tail section.
"Punch out! Punch out!" screamed Ace to Snaps. Snaps pulled the disc from his camera and slipped it into the sleeve in his seat and punched out. Both men rode the air down as they floated in their parachutes. As they floated down to the ground, they could feel the air getting thinner, even though they had their oxygen masks on. AS they hit the ground, they were knocked out by the impact.
When Ace woke up, he looked around and saw that he had been hung up against a wall by his wrists, his flight suit partially unzipped to expose his bare skin. As he shivered in the thin, cold air, he could hear hysterical, frenzied laughter. "Oh crap! they know how ticklish Snaps is. He would hold out much longer." Ace knew that Kahn was fond of tickle torture. He had the best trained ticklers on Mars. Ace began to get nervous and worried that Kahn would find out how ticklish he was.
Snaps was stretched out on a rack naked, his arms up over his head and two ticklers running their pointed nails along his ribs and bottoms of bare feet. He was laughing hysterically, writhing over the rack, begging for mercy. "Pleeeze! stop! I c-can't t-take much more!!" Snaps knew that the tickling would only get worse, but he couldn't betray Ace or the Company. The men were trained to face any form of torture but tickling. It was their biggest weakness.
"Come now." Kahn said calmly "Tell me where the photo disc is and the tickling will stop." Snaps caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down from the laughter. "I'm telling you... There is no photo disc. My camera jammed and I wasn't able to take any pictures." Kahn inhaled deeply and told his ticklers to stop for now.
"If you will not tell me anything.. then I'll get it from your pilot." snapped Kahn. He motioned the ticklers to follow him to the cell where Ace was.
Ace looked up when he heard the bolt on his cell door move. "Well well. Was wondering when you would get to me." Ace looked Kahn straight in the eyes, his jaw set.
Kahn slapped Ace's face and then got up close to him so that Ace could feel his hot breath as he spoke. Ace could feel Kahn stripping off his flight suit down to his wait. Ace began to sweat and tensed his muscles as he felt Kahn 's finger tips probing his sides and lower ribs. Kahn stopped for a moment.
"Not going to give in to being ticklish, eh? Well I can break you because I know you are ticklish. Your photographer friend told me how ticklish you are just before he passed out from his tortures... tickling tortures!" Kahn laughed devilishly. He knew he was right. It was just a mater of finding that one sweet spot... that one or two spots that are the most ticklish. For Kahn it was his ribs and bottoms of both feet.
AS a child, Kahn was regularly tickled so that by the time he was a man, he knew his weaknesses and how to withstand the tortures of the tickles. He also knew of the pleasure that comes from a good tickling.
Ace on the other hand dreaded being tickles. His extreme ticklishness was his kryptonite. The very thing that nearly kept the Company from hiring him. He was harassed and tickled as a child and learned how to withstand it.. but only for a time. When the tickling became overwhelming, he would crumble into as mass of giggling flesh.
"I will leave you now with Kaleed. He is my very best tickler. He will loosen your tongue, even if it is only in laughter." Kahn whispered to Kaleed his instructions, then left the cell. Kahn went to his chamber and summoned the Master to come. The Master entered Kahn's chamber and sat down on the bed. Kahn was naked, laying on his back. Smiling, the Master knew exactly what Kahn wanted.
Kahn looked up at the Master playfully and asked, "What are you going to do to me?" The Master took off his robe and was only half naked. "I am going to see how ticklish you are today!" Then he drew his fingertips lightly along Kahn's belly, tickling the rim of his belly button. Kahn began giggling childishly and wriggled on the bed. The Master whispered to Kahn, "You seem ore ticklish than usual. Perhaps it is your prisoner, eh!" Kahn laughed. "Yes.. I seem to be attracted to him. I want to tickle him myself just for the pleasure it gives me!" The Master laughed and begin tied Kahn to the bed spread out nd began tickling his ribs. Kahn' eyes grew wide as he wriggled under the Master's expert fingertips. Then Kahn wailed in laughter.
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