Adriana Lima commission fff/f
Francesca stormed into the office of “The Furies”.
- Have you seen what I sent you! - she shouted to Amy sitting behind a computer screen.
- Yes - answered the blonde, as angrily as her friend,although quieter. - the rest of our sisters read it, too.
- Fucking catholic bithc! Abortion, a crime! Sex only after marriage! And her job - a Victoria's Secret model! Flashing her body to entertain the males! A Hypocrite!
- I got a plan! - stated Francesca. I called the Committee meeting for 5 p.m.
The meeting was emotional. The case of Adriana Lima interview was only one of the issues, but every “sister:” agreed, that something must be done about the arrogant model who dared to support the patriarchy and the oppressive Catholic Church.
Francesca, as she had told Amy, had a plan.
- Let’s kidnap her and teach her a lesson!
- But what lesson? Beat her? Cut her hair?
- Nothing that dramatic. Let’s humiliate her! I heard, she is quite ticklish! So we capture her and tickle her for till she peeds her pants and signes a statement supporting our cause.
Francesca’s heart was beating very fast. As many of the feminists the cure redhead was a lesbian and additionally had a “thing” for female feet. Adriana was her long time crush and she was hurt by her “betrayal”. Imagining her tied up and her sexy feet mercilessly tickle tortured, her begging for mercy and saying she regrets her supporting of the fascists and chauvinists sent butterflies up her stomach. So she waited anxiously for the outcome.
The discussion was hot. Some of the members were for it, some against, saying it's silly and childish, some for more severe measures, like waterboarding. But the voting supported Francesca’s proposal and she, Amy and two others were nominated to conduct the operation.
“The Furies” as a radical feminist group, had a lot of friends among other left winged organizations. They were able to start following Adriana and even got some info about her planned schedule. Two months later an opportunity arose. Adriana was about to visit some Brazilian favelas in a charity mission. She spent a lot of her time and money on charity, of course supported and even encouraged by Victoria Secret. The firm liked her Angels to be connected with charity events - that could only help the brand.
The Furies and their friends managed to get the details of the visit. One of the groups, Brasil Liberation Army, has a lot of supporters in the particular favela and assured The Furies they can raise enough commotion to make the kidnapping possible.
On a given day a small column appeared at the edge of favelas. Adriana accompanied by a few journalists, a few street workers and two bodyguards entered the narrow pathway between the barracks. She was heading to an area where she wanted to establish a daycare center for kids. Suddenly, at one of the crossroads a commotion erupted. A small group of local inhabitants blocked the path shouting angrily. The other roads are also blocked by people shouting “Get out!” and “We don’t want your pity!”. Street workers tried to intervene, but were pushed away. One of Adriana’s bodyguard pushed the guy who wanted to grab her and was attacked by two others. Suddenly, all around people were fighting, shouting, running, throwing rotten fruit. Both of the bodyguards were engaged in a brawl, so they even haven’t noticed four masked, female figures grabbing Adriana, tossing a sack over her head and dragging her into one of the shabby huts.
It was swift.The supermodel were putting a fight at the beginning, but then Amy got angry and shocked her with a taser which made the victim limp and placid. Through a series of backdoors and alleys the group soon moved into a small bay, when a motorboat was waiting. Motorboat took them to the other side of the bay where there was a van waiting. A van, stolen a few hours ago, took them to a storage, when the captive was transferred to a crate, loaded on a pickup. A pickup then drove to one of the remote, industrial areas of the city when it was unloaded in one of the abandoned factories. Here everything was ready - a recliner with attached straps for immobilizing the victim, several stools, a box with some tools that the Furies planned to use on their victim, four stools, some food and drinks, a gag and a blindfold. Stunned and scared to death Adriana was unloaded, blindfolded, gagged, the tied to the recliner.
Francesca, because she and Amy were in the assault team, started the prepared speech. This was supposed to be a formal punishment, so the speech itself was discussed over and over and the final version won the vote of all the sisters.
- We are acting in behalf of the whole community of women! You are the traitor to the cause, collaborating with those, who oppress our sisters. Therefore, you must be punished and you will be. The first hour of the punishment you’ll remain gagged, then we give you the chance to redeem and release the statement apologising to all sisters and supporting our cause. Sisters, are you ready? Proceed with a punishment!
Adriana mmphed under her gag and trashed in her bonds, frightened and angered at the same time. What was that crap about? How dared they? Yet, she was afraid, too. They were obvious lunatics and all that shit talk about the punishment seemed scary. What they plan to…
She shrieked as four hands attacked her bare soles and two more her armpits, tummy and ribs. tickling ruthlessly. Her “field” clothes - sleeveless tank top and khaki mini skirt offered no protection. Adriana was wickedly ticklish, so after initial shock she just screamed with laughter into her gag. As beautiful girl she was tickled A LOT as a child and a teen. Men just loved making her laugh and writhe, especially grown ones. Only after she matured she realized it was a safe way for adults to lay hands on her body. It was “only a tickling”. That’s why so many “uncles” and later photographers, fashion designers and various assistant tickled her so often to death.
Now she was tied, which added to the feelings of helplessness, blindfolded, which make her more vulnerable as the tickles came from unexpected directions and gagged, which made begging impossible. So she laughed and laughed so hard, that she soon started struggling for breath. All the nightmares from the childhood returning ten folds.
Francesca was in heaven. She grabbed Adraina’s left foot, bound her toes back, taunting the sole and racked her long nails across the vulnerable surface. The feel of the soft skin under her fingers, the beautiful face twisted in a ticklish agony, sweet if muffled musical laughter. She glanced at the other girls. Amy, with an amused smile, scratched the heel of their captive’s left foot. Rose and Diane - the other two assigned to the task, methodically kneaded ard poked the supermodel’s torso. Then she looked at the victim and noticed she is about to suffocate.
- Remove her, gag! She cannot breath!
Rose obeyed and soon the hysterical laughter and frantic begging filled the room. Now, when she was able to talk, the model started with threats, like ‘Stop this instant!” “I’ll get you in jail for this!” “You are in big trouble!”. But threats seem week barely audible among the peals of laughter. So she tried the reasoning, like “It’s inhuman!” ‘That’s silly!” “C’mon, let me go!” “Enough of this!”. Soon she was reduced to begging and then just to “Stohohohohop!” and “plehehehehse!!!”
But her ordeal was nowhere near to stop. Francesca had a time of her life. Giggling with joy she conducted the tickling and tickled the helpless sole herself. She couldn’t contain herself and at one time bent and started sucking the model’s toes and licking her feet. She earned some strange glares from “sisters” but she was way beyond that. All that mattered was another helpless squeal, another glimpse at the beautiful, laughing face, a taste of soles on her tongue, a faint smell of perfume mixed with sweat.
Adriana didn’t know how she survived the whole hour. When they stopped, she collapsed, sobbing slightly. But when she was asked if she was ready to redeem, apologise and record a statement something inside her made her refuse.
Francesca should be angry, but she felt happy instead. Those divine, ticklish feet were still all for her to tickle and caress. She decided it was time for tickle tools. She grabbed a hair brush, nodded to Amy to do the same and started brushing the defenseless sole. Amy followed and soon the wails of insane laughter filled the room.
It tickled, it tickled like nothing before. Adriana was about to give up, but couldn’t get a coherent word through, All she could do was laugh. Rose and Diane stopped their upperbody assault and just watched. Adriana was dying, but somehow she stayed alive. She thought she would stand no more, but somehow, minute after minute she howled with crazed laughter. She’d already peed her panties, but barely cared. Her only break came when the brush was replaced by feather, the feather by an ink brush, that with an electric toothbrush (ohh, she thought she REALLY would die tickled by those devilish instruments) than again with fingers and a sweeping tongue. She didn’t notice that only one of her tormentors was tickling her now. There was only laughter.
Rose, Amy and diane seemed more and more uncomfortable. Everyone of them was more or less ticklish and they could imagine what their captive was going through. Their anger was gradually replaced with pity, or even disgust. But Francesca seemed to be posessed, tickling and tickling the poor victim.
Francesca, she had enough! - tried Amy - Ask her if she records the statement now!
- Not yet! - shouted the half conscious redhead. - She has to pay! Cootchie cootchie coo!
The other “sisters” backed up, muttering among themselves. Francesca paid them no heed, fascinated with newly found spot between her victim’s toes.
Meanwhile the massive manhunt operation was launched. Brazilian police was ineffective and corrupt but now they were corrupted, both by VS and by Adriana’s insurance company, not to dump the investigation, but to speed it up. So they did their best, using hundreds of officers and informants. Even CIA provided a satellite pictures of the area, mostly because the newest VS calendar was hanging on the deputy director wall. Very soon someone spotted the uncounted motor boat in one of the pictures and the whole escape route was recreated step by step. At the end of the third hour the abandoned factory was established as the most possible place where the captive was held. The assault teams were approaching it stealthy, first securing the perimeter, then infiltrating the facility. They soon were greeted by sounds of almost inhuman laughter. Puzzled, but alert, they pursued it.
In the room three “sisters” gathered together, looking at Francesca who was licking one captive foot, while scratching the sole of the other with a brush and Adriana still somehow managing to laugh.
- That’s insane - whispered Rose. - Francie is out of her mind. She would tickle the poor thing to death!
- Yep - agreed Diane. - We have to stop her. Amy?
Amy was reluctant, although she also felt pity for the poor model. The discipline and loyalty fought in her with a common sense and empathy. Finally she agreed;
- All righ! On three we jump on Francie and pull her back…
Suddenly the whole room swarmed with black clad figures waving guns and shouting “POLICE! EVERYBODY DOWN! NOW!!!” Before they could realize what’s going on, they were on the ground and handcuffed, with two policemen kneeling on each.
Francesca was so entranced, she didn’t notice anything. Suddenly something, like a powerful fist, slammed at her, throwing her on the ground away from Adriana. She was lucky that the police officer, seeing no threat to the life of the captive, opted for a rubber bullet, not the real one.
Adriana was unbound, the paramedics put her in a stretcher. She panicked a bit when strapped, but a tranquilizer soon took care of that and she was carried away.
After a short consultation of policemen the kidnappers were led away, each to a separate police van. Instead of the usual handcuffing behind the backs they were cuffed to the bars with their hands above their heads. A police officer sat on their each side and a third one in front of them.
A leader of the operation, a Brazilian police colonel, sat in front of Francesca.
- You know, gringa. Everybody mock our police. And maybe right. But we really don’t like when our supermodels, our national treasures like Adriana are kidnapped. And even less when they are tortured. And we are not as civilized as the US police and have our ways to repay the criminals.
Before still stunned Francesca could comprehend his speech he grabbed her feet, put under tis armpit, removed her boots and socks and started scratching her soles. The other officers soon joined, attacking her underarms, ribs and tummy.
Francesca screeched with laughter - HAHAHA!!! Stoop!!! You fascist pigs! Get your hands of mehehehe!!!! - but the police officers didn’t care about her protests.
The other girls were spared the speech, but not the tickling. The journey to the police station took almost an hour. The drivers who drove their cars nearby the vans often wondered, what was so funny in being kept in the police van….
The End
Francesca stormed into the office of “The Furies”.
- Have you seen what I sent you! - she shouted to Amy sitting behind a computer screen.
- Yes - answered the blonde, as angrily as her friend,although quieter. - the rest of our sisters read it, too.
- Fucking catholic bithc! Abortion, a crime! Sex only after marriage! And her job - a Victoria's Secret model! Flashing her body to entertain the males! A Hypocrite!
- I got a plan! - stated Francesca. I called the Committee meeting for 5 p.m.
The meeting was emotional. The case of Adriana Lima interview was only one of the issues, but every “sister:” agreed, that something must be done about the arrogant model who dared to support the patriarchy and the oppressive Catholic Church.
Francesca, as she had told Amy, had a plan.
- Let’s kidnap her and teach her a lesson!
- But what lesson? Beat her? Cut her hair?
- Nothing that dramatic. Let’s humiliate her! I heard, she is quite ticklish! So we capture her and tickle her for till she peeds her pants and signes a statement supporting our cause.
Francesca’s heart was beating very fast. As many of the feminists the cure redhead was a lesbian and additionally had a “thing” for female feet. Adriana was her long time crush and she was hurt by her “betrayal”. Imagining her tied up and her sexy feet mercilessly tickle tortured, her begging for mercy and saying she regrets her supporting of the fascists and chauvinists sent butterflies up her stomach. So she waited anxiously for the outcome.
The discussion was hot. Some of the members were for it, some against, saying it's silly and childish, some for more severe measures, like waterboarding. But the voting supported Francesca’s proposal and she, Amy and two others were nominated to conduct the operation.
“The Furies” as a radical feminist group, had a lot of friends among other left winged organizations. They were able to start following Adriana and even got some info about her planned schedule. Two months later an opportunity arose. Adriana was about to visit some Brazilian favelas in a charity mission. She spent a lot of her time and money on charity, of course supported and even encouraged by Victoria Secret. The firm liked her Angels to be connected with charity events - that could only help the brand.
The Furies and their friends managed to get the details of the visit. One of the groups, Brasil Liberation Army, has a lot of supporters in the particular favela and assured The Furies they can raise enough commotion to make the kidnapping possible.
On a given day a small column appeared at the edge of favelas. Adriana accompanied by a few journalists, a few street workers and two bodyguards entered the narrow pathway between the barracks. She was heading to an area where she wanted to establish a daycare center for kids. Suddenly, at one of the crossroads a commotion erupted. A small group of local inhabitants blocked the path shouting angrily. The other roads are also blocked by people shouting “Get out!” and “We don’t want your pity!”. Street workers tried to intervene, but were pushed away. One of Adriana’s bodyguard pushed the guy who wanted to grab her and was attacked by two others. Suddenly, all around people were fighting, shouting, running, throwing rotten fruit. Both of the bodyguards were engaged in a brawl, so they even haven’t noticed four masked, female figures grabbing Adriana, tossing a sack over her head and dragging her into one of the shabby huts.
It was swift.The supermodel were putting a fight at the beginning, but then Amy got angry and shocked her with a taser which made the victim limp and placid. Through a series of backdoors and alleys the group soon moved into a small bay, when a motorboat was waiting. Motorboat took them to the other side of the bay where there was a van waiting. A van, stolen a few hours ago, took them to a storage, when the captive was transferred to a crate, loaded on a pickup. A pickup then drove to one of the remote, industrial areas of the city when it was unloaded in one of the abandoned factories. Here everything was ready - a recliner with attached straps for immobilizing the victim, several stools, a box with some tools that the Furies planned to use on their victim, four stools, some food and drinks, a gag and a blindfold. Stunned and scared to death Adriana was unloaded, blindfolded, gagged, the tied to the recliner.
Francesca, because she and Amy were in the assault team, started the prepared speech. This was supposed to be a formal punishment, so the speech itself was discussed over and over and the final version won the vote of all the sisters.
- We are acting in behalf of the whole community of women! You are the traitor to the cause, collaborating with those, who oppress our sisters. Therefore, you must be punished and you will be. The first hour of the punishment you’ll remain gagged, then we give you the chance to redeem and release the statement apologising to all sisters and supporting our cause. Sisters, are you ready? Proceed with a punishment!
Adriana mmphed under her gag and trashed in her bonds, frightened and angered at the same time. What was that crap about? How dared they? Yet, she was afraid, too. They were obvious lunatics and all that shit talk about the punishment seemed scary. What they plan to…
She shrieked as four hands attacked her bare soles and two more her armpits, tummy and ribs. tickling ruthlessly. Her “field” clothes - sleeveless tank top and khaki mini skirt offered no protection. Adriana was wickedly ticklish, so after initial shock she just screamed with laughter into her gag. As beautiful girl she was tickled A LOT as a child and a teen. Men just loved making her laugh and writhe, especially grown ones. Only after she matured she realized it was a safe way for adults to lay hands on her body. It was “only a tickling”. That’s why so many “uncles” and later photographers, fashion designers and various assistant tickled her so often to death.
Now she was tied, which added to the feelings of helplessness, blindfolded, which make her more vulnerable as the tickles came from unexpected directions and gagged, which made begging impossible. So she laughed and laughed so hard, that she soon started struggling for breath. All the nightmares from the childhood returning ten folds.
Francesca was in heaven. She grabbed Adraina’s left foot, bound her toes back, taunting the sole and racked her long nails across the vulnerable surface. The feel of the soft skin under her fingers, the beautiful face twisted in a ticklish agony, sweet if muffled musical laughter. She glanced at the other girls. Amy, with an amused smile, scratched the heel of their captive’s left foot. Rose and Diane - the other two assigned to the task, methodically kneaded ard poked the supermodel’s torso. Then she looked at the victim and noticed she is about to suffocate.
- Remove her, gag! She cannot breath!
Rose obeyed and soon the hysterical laughter and frantic begging filled the room. Now, when she was able to talk, the model started with threats, like ‘Stop this instant!” “I’ll get you in jail for this!” “You are in big trouble!”. But threats seem week barely audible among the peals of laughter. So she tried the reasoning, like “It’s inhuman!” ‘That’s silly!” “C’mon, let me go!” “Enough of this!”. Soon she was reduced to begging and then just to “Stohohohohop!” and “plehehehehse!!!”
But her ordeal was nowhere near to stop. Francesca had a time of her life. Giggling with joy she conducted the tickling and tickled the helpless sole herself. She couldn’t contain herself and at one time bent and started sucking the model’s toes and licking her feet. She earned some strange glares from “sisters” but she was way beyond that. All that mattered was another helpless squeal, another glimpse at the beautiful, laughing face, a taste of soles on her tongue, a faint smell of perfume mixed with sweat.
Adriana didn’t know how she survived the whole hour. When they stopped, she collapsed, sobbing slightly. But when she was asked if she was ready to redeem, apologise and record a statement something inside her made her refuse.
Francesca should be angry, but she felt happy instead. Those divine, ticklish feet were still all for her to tickle and caress. She decided it was time for tickle tools. She grabbed a hair brush, nodded to Amy to do the same and started brushing the defenseless sole. Amy followed and soon the wails of insane laughter filled the room.
It tickled, it tickled like nothing before. Adriana was about to give up, but couldn’t get a coherent word through, All she could do was laugh. Rose and Diane stopped their upperbody assault and just watched. Adriana was dying, but somehow she stayed alive. She thought she would stand no more, but somehow, minute after minute she howled with crazed laughter. She’d already peed her panties, but barely cared. Her only break came when the brush was replaced by feather, the feather by an ink brush, that with an electric toothbrush (ohh, she thought she REALLY would die tickled by those devilish instruments) than again with fingers and a sweeping tongue. She didn’t notice that only one of her tormentors was tickling her now. There was only laughter.
Rose, Amy and diane seemed more and more uncomfortable. Everyone of them was more or less ticklish and they could imagine what their captive was going through. Their anger was gradually replaced with pity, or even disgust. But Francesca seemed to be posessed, tickling and tickling the poor victim.
Francesca, she had enough! - tried Amy - Ask her if she records the statement now!
- Not yet! - shouted the half conscious redhead. - She has to pay! Cootchie cootchie coo!
The other “sisters” backed up, muttering among themselves. Francesca paid them no heed, fascinated with newly found spot between her victim’s toes.
Meanwhile the massive manhunt operation was launched. Brazilian police was ineffective and corrupt but now they were corrupted, both by VS and by Adriana’s insurance company, not to dump the investigation, but to speed it up. So they did their best, using hundreds of officers and informants. Even CIA provided a satellite pictures of the area, mostly because the newest VS calendar was hanging on the deputy director wall. Very soon someone spotted the uncounted motor boat in one of the pictures and the whole escape route was recreated step by step. At the end of the third hour the abandoned factory was established as the most possible place where the captive was held. The assault teams were approaching it stealthy, first securing the perimeter, then infiltrating the facility. They soon were greeted by sounds of almost inhuman laughter. Puzzled, but alert, they pursued it.
In the room three “sisters” gathered together, looking at Francesca who was licking one captive foot, while scratching the sole of the other with a brush and Adriana still somehow managing to laugh.
- That’s insane - whispered Rose. - Francie is out of her mind. She would tickle the poor thing to death!
- Yep - agreed Diane. - We have to stop her. Amy?
Amy was reluctant, although she also felt pity for the poor model. The discipline and loyalty fought in her with a common sense and empathy. Finally she agreed;
- All righ! On three we jump on Francie and pull her back…
Suddenly the whole room swarmed with black clad figures waving guns and shouting “POLICE! EVERYBODY DOWN! NOW!!!” Before they could realize what’s going on, they were on the ground and handcuffed, with two policemen kneeling on each.
Francesca was so entranced, she didn’t notice anything. Suddenly something, like a powerful fist, slammed at her, throwing her on the ground away from Adriana. She was lucky that the police officer, seeing no threat to the life of the captive, opted for a rubber bullet, not the real one.
Adriana was unbound, the paramedics put her in a stretcher. She panicked a bit when strapped, but a tranquilizer soon took care of that and she was carried away.
After a short consultation of policemen the kidnappers were led away, each to a separate police van. Instead of the usual handcuffing behind the backs they were cuffed to the bars with their hands above their heads. A police officer sat on their each side and a third one in front of them.
A leader of the operation, a Brazilian police colonel, sat in front of Francesca.
- You know, gringa. Everybody mock our police. And maybe right. But we really don’t like when our supermodels, our national treasures like Adriana are kidnapped. And even less when they are tortured. And we are not as civilized as the US police and have our ways to repay the criminals.
Before still stunned Francesca could comprehend his speech he grabbed her feet, put under tis armpit, removed her boots and socks and started scratching her soles. The other officers soon joined, attacking her underarms, ribs and tummy.
Francesca screeched with laughter - HAHAHA!!! Stoop!!! You fascist pigs! Get your hands of mehehehe!!!! - but the police officers didn’t care about her protests.
The other girls were spared the speech, but not the tickling. The journey to the police station took almost an hour. The drivers who drove their cars nearby the vans often wondered, what was so funny in being kept in the police van….
The End
