Angel The Spy

[AngelOfDarkness]

Angel The Spy I: Caught
By AngelofDarkness/LoneZero36

My name is Angel, and I am Master Dark’s favorite tickle toy. But I was not always here. No, I used to work as a spy, and I was damn good at it too, until I was assigned to infiltrate his company for one of our wealthiest clients. Let me take you back to the beginning.....

I slunk silently through the halls after collecting what I was sent to retrieve, until........ Alarms sounded! FUCK! I had tripped the alarm. Dropping the bag, I blazed through the halls, sure of my escape until I was captured by three big men, who wrestled and fought with me, until one managed to plunge a needle into my arm, and he injected it quickly.

That was the last thing I remembered until I awoke and was laying on a table, in nothing except a silk hospital gown and silk slippers. I was then escorted to my cell. I stared blankly at the ground until I heard footsteps, and three men entered my cell and dragged me to the bed where I was restrained as I tried to fight them off. They first held my wrists down and locked the restraints securely around them.

Because I was kicking my feet they were forced to fight with me just to restrain my ankles. The biggest man pried my jaw open and forced a cloth gag into my mouth, then wrapped another cloth around my mouth. After they finished and left, I laid there until I heard footsteps, and I looked up to see who was coming. In walked my captor and he undid the gag from around my mouth.

“Where is it?”

I refused to tell him, which I am sure he knew I would.

“While you were knocked out, I ran a battery of tests, and determined that..... Tickling would be the best torture for you.”

I glared and snapped at him, “I cannot be broken, especially by YOU!”

He chuckled and reached under the bed, removing a box. He opened that box and drew out a long fluffy feather and waved it before my eyes. Time seemed to slow to an agonizing crawl as he started to lower it towards my helpless toes.

At first contact I squealed and tried to pull away from the feather, but the restraints held my ankles fast in place. He continued by running the feather slowly and torturously up and down my soles, first my left, then my right, and across all ten of my toes. I burst out into full-on, frenzied laughter.

“Weren’t ticklish, right?”

“Get away from me!”

I spat the words out like venom as I thrashed, but he always managed to keep the feather trailing up and down my soles.

“I demand that you get away from me NOW!”

Surprisingly, he stopped, and picked up the clipboard that he had brought with him, and I watched with a hateful stare.

“You are ticklish, but not that ticklish. Therefore, as part of your torture my girls will soften your feet three times a day, before torture sessions.”

I threatened him, “Do it and I will KILL you!”

He ignored my empty threat and placed a rolled up piece of cloth in my mouth, then wrapped the other around my mouth again, leaving me in silence. A few minutes later, three girls walked in and dragged me off to a different room, where they spent hour’s lotioning, oiling, and hair-drying my soles. I was then dragged back to my cell, only to have them repeat the process twice over a period of about 6 hours.

After my last encounter with the girls, which was torturous, to say the VERY least, my tormentor re-entered my cell.

He ungagged me as he questioned, “Now do I have to ask again?”

I narrowed my eyes as I spoke, “I’ll never reveal the location!”

He nodded a produced a roll of string and bit a length off of it, and then proceeded to tie my big toes together. I protested loudly, but all he did was press a button on the wall, which raised the lower half of my bed up, so that my feet were raised up for easier access.

I struggled and fought as I shouted, “Lemme go! Lemme go!”

He ignored me and drew out a toothbrush and walked to where my feet were helplessly propped up, and I dreaded for it to start, knowing it would be worse since I had my feet softened thrice in one day. He roughly grabbed my toes and pulled them back, then proceeded to scrub down my extremely soft and sensitive sole.

I screamed and tried to get my toes free, pressing them against the palm of his hand. He tightened his grip and scrubbed up and down both soles, first one then the other, alternating randomly to keep me guessing as I howled with laughter and begged for someone, anyone, to come and help me.

He continued this ticklish torment for over an hour, as my laughter slowly turned into screams of agony, and I was nearly broken as tears freely flowed down my face.

He stopped, and asked, ‘Well, is that enough?”

“Please..... P-please......no more....”

“Then tell me where it is!”

“I can’t..... I’d lose my job!”

“Then another hour!”

He smiled wickedly as he picked up a thick paintbrush and aimed it towards my sole.

I attempted to get him to choose something else to do to me, by saying, “Anything but tickling. ANYTHING!!!”

He remained silent and deaf to my pleas as he began to drag the brush lightly up and down the sole of my right foot, sending me into fits of laughter. He continued for well over 30 minutes, attacking both feet, covering ever little inch of my feet, from my toes to my heels.

“Please, let me go! I can't fail on this mission! AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHH HHHH!”

He abruptly stopped, “Then talk!”

“Okay.... okay.... it’s in a black bag in an area different from where I was captured....”

“Fine. I will send my men to locate it for you. This is your new home. We keep all spies here until the end and torture them daily.”

“WHAT?!??!?!?!”

“So I believe the girls will continue to soften your feet, and I will continue to tease your soles from now on.”

“Please, this will kill me! Free me! I did what you wanted!”

He approached me to regag me, and as he did I tried to bite him. He pinched my nose shut, forcing me to open my mouth to breathe. As I gave up and opened my mouth he gagged me once more. I shook my head rapidly, trying to get it to fall off as I pleaded with my eyes, as they slowly filled with tears.

“Till tomorrow then, Agent.”

He walked out and left me to think about my fate as I cried myself to sleep.

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Angel The Spy II: ONE YEAR LATER

Angel the Spy II: ONE YEAR LATER
By: AngelofDarkness/LoneZero36


I was pacing around my cell, the floor ice-cold on my bare feet. I swore at the floor as I sat on my bed, the sheets just as cold, since they were silk. I was dying to get my feet off of the cold floor, but the chains wrapped around my ankles did not allow me that luxury. I was desperate for a way to get warm as the latch to my room (I had long since stopped calling it a cell, since a cell is normally only temporary holding), opened and in walked my worst nightmare.

I looked up and backed away from him as far as the chains would allow. He merely pressed a button that caused the chain to roll forward, dragging me with it, bringing me closer to him. As soon as I was close enough, he grabbed my chin.

He snickered, “How’s my lovely agent today?”

I tried to move my head away, but he kept a fast hold on it.

“Where should we start today? Tummy? Soles?”

I shook my head slowly as he ran his fingers down my tummy.

“I think your cute tummy and ribs, and then I will play with your feet.”

I squeaked nervously and shook my head in protest of this. He uncuffed my ankles and walked to the nearest wall, and pressed a button and a hook appeared out of the wall. He then walked me towards it as I tried to go the opposite way, further from the hook. He then uncuffed my wrists, only to recuff them in front of me and wrap the chain around the cuffs and pull my arms high over my head, attaching the chain to the hook.

I tried to kick him as he produced a set of cuffs for my ankles and he swatted my legs away, restraining them so my bare back and shoulders were pressed against the wall, and my feet were forced against the cold ground.

I shrieked, “The wall is cold!”

I tried to move my back off of it, but he held my hips and pressed my back against it to tease me. After a few seconds he let me go and walked to the bed, where he fetched the box of tickle tools. He removed a long fluffy feather to tease my upper body with. At the sight of it my eyes went wide and I sucked in my stomach as he slowly approached me with the feather, aiming for my underarms. He dragged the feather up and down one underarm slowly and torturously, and then moved on to the other, doing the exact same.

I shrieked and squealed, “AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA STAAAAAAP!”

“Now now you know you can't use that word, stop means more tickles doesn't it?”

He told me as he had told me everyday for the past 365 days, but I still demanded that he stop. I nodded in agreement, my pleas for mercy getting louder and more desperate as he trailed the feather down my ribs and sides, one at a time.

“Damn you! Stop this now! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!”

He blatantly ignored me as he teased the feather across my stomach and bellybutton, causing me to wriggle and arch my back as I squealed with laughter. He flipped the feather over and used the quill end to torment my bellybutton. I screamed and laughed as tears filled my eyes, and I looked up at him, pleading with him non-verbally.

He stopped, “You know that does no good here. How long have we been doing this?”

I panted, “A year.....one whole year...”

“And has it ever stopped?”

“N-no....”

“Cause it never will.”

He removed my wrists from the hook, and cuffed them behind my back again. He proceeded to reattach the chain to my ankle cuffs, removing my ability to lift my feet off of the ground, and limiting my movement.

“I’ll be back later to tuck you into bed and give you your nighttime tickling and bedtime story.”


I glared and spat at him, “You can go to hell!”


“I’ll make sure to turn up the AC for that.”

He smirked at me as he shut the door and walked off. Just as I screamed after him, the air conditioning began to roar louder, meaning in would get much colder soon. I sat down on my bed, the silk sheets cold already and getting colder by the minute. I shivered as I tried desperately to lift my feet, for just a second, to escape the cold ground.

They did not give way, keeping my feet firmly against the floor for hours to come.

“Grrrrrrr.........this isn't fair....THIS ISN'T FAIR!”

He walked back in with two of his guards behind him, and one of them was carrying a white nightie for me to change into.

“Bed time sweetie.”

He displayed the nightie for me as I looked at it in disinterest.

“Psh. I won’t change!”

“We didn’t ask you to change.”

He laughed at me as his two strongest guards uncuffed my hands, and Dark held out the nightie. I refused to take it, rubbing my wrists, happy for the short break.

“They will change you like a small child then,” he teased, “Unless you will change for us.”

“Nope, I still won’t.”

“Then they will change you.”

“They will not! I’ll fight them”, I said, trying to act tough.

He just laughed as the guards pinned me down to my bed and began to remove my skirt. I squealed and tried to get away as they removed my bra, leaving me topless in front of three men. I turned bright red as I was so exposed in front of them.

“Been going through this for a year.”

He sighed as the guards slipped on the nightie, then proceeded to lay me on my back, strapping my wrists to my sides with the leather cuffs, then restrained my arms over and under my breasts. They then moved down to my legs, where they strapped my shins down and cuffed my ankles together so that they were hanging off of the bed.

I sighed as they exited, leaving me alone with Dark. He tucked me in like a little girl.

“Grrrrrrr, I hate being treated like a little kid.”

“Awww but you look so cute in your little girlish nightie. I should ask the girls that soften your feet to put your hair in pigtails.”

I said nothing, but merely glared at him. I should mention that the sheet covering me only covered my from my shoulders to my ankles, leaving my feet exposed for his attention. I tried to ignore him as I started to fall asleep.

As I closed my eyes I felt my slippers being removed.

“Bedtime story remember?”

He ran his fingers right down the middle of my soles, provoking me to squeal.

“Yes I know!”

He continued to tell me the “This Little Piggy” rhyme as he wiggled his fingers under my toes. I had no choice but to lie there and take it. He did it a second time, but this time he wiggled my toes as he sang each part of the song.

“Does my little girl like that?”

“NO! I hate it! HAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHA!”

“But we have done this every night since you arrived here.”

He continued plucking my toes, causing me to howl with laughter*

“But it’s SO childish! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!”

“It’s part of your torture.”

He smirked as he stopped plucking my toes. He unstrapped me, save for my ankles, which have locks on them so I could not remove them. I tried to get as comfortable as I could.

“Tomorrow, when you start to complain, I am gonna use a pacifier with tape to gag you.”

“No!”

“Then no more complaining like a little girl. I’m gonna have the girls put your hair into pigtails.”

“Fine. Whateveeeer.”

“Sleep tight, tomorrow I have new slippers for you, they should keep you busy all day.”

“Oh god....”

He left and I slept peacefully all night, a rare occurrence for me.

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Angel The Spy III: Rescue?

Angel the Spy III: Rescue?
By: AngelofDarkness/LoneZero36

Around 6 AM the girls came to collect me and get me ready for the day.

“Nooo...I don’t wanna get up....”

They uncuffed my ankles and made me walk to the dressing room barefoot on the freezing cold ground to wake me up. I was still half-asleep when we got there but slowly woke the rest of the way up. I was there for two hours as they tended to my feet. After they finished my feet, they changed me into my silk bra and skirt, and then put my hair up into pigtails.

I was then led back to my cell, where my ankles were cuffed and chained. I dozed off for about an hour, before I was rudely awakened.

“I’m bored so you are keeping me company.”

“Leave me be!”

I tried to get away but he pulled me to his office and sat my down in a chair in front of his desk. He wrapped rope around my arms, restraining me to the chair.
I protested, “NO! Untie me!”

“Shush.”

He sat on the other side of the desk and grabbed my ankles, tying them to his lap so I could not remove them. I shrieked and tried to pull my feet away.

“They’re not going anywhere so don’t bother.”

He slipped off my slippers as I protested his actions.

“Shush!”

He started to work, typing away on the computer while his free hand stroked both of my soles. I bit my lip as I tried to not let it affect me. He continued for hours, driving me mad with the sensation. It was light while he was working, but on occasion he would stop and use all ten fingers on my helpless feet, provoking me to laugh uncontrollably.

He stretched and yawned, then began plucking my toes as he stated, “Damn paperwork.”

“Get away! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAA!”

“I can’t keep your ankles on my lap, I have to move around.”

He untied my ankles from his lap, and then placed them on top of the desk, retying them there. I squirmed madly as he retied my ankles next to the computer.

“Now more tickles as I work.”

“Please...no........take me back!”

“Nope, sorry.”

He ran his fingers down my soles as he typed with his other hand.

“WHY AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHH!”

“Cause you are now officially my tickle slave.”

He ran his fingers under my toes and down my soles as he tried to focus on his typing. I screamed with laughter as I bucked in the chair.

“Do I have to tie my slave’s toes?”

“NO!”

“No what?”

“No you don’t!”

“Don’t what?”

He teased me by plucking my toes.

“You don’t have to tie my toes dammit!”

“Will you hold still like a good slave?”

I nodded and stopped moving my feet.

“That’s better.”

He picked up a pen and wiggled it down my soles as he finished his paperwork. I shrieked and laughed hysterically as I kept my feet perfectly still.

“Do you accept being my tickle slave”, he inquired as he ran the pen up and down my soles.

“YES! Just pllllllleeeeeeeeeease stop!”

Surprisingly, he did so, and started to type with both hands. I panted and went slack in my restraints. As I savored my break, I noticed the room was a lot warmer than my cell.

“I wanna go back....can I go back now?”

“Go back where sweetie?”

He rubbed my soles as we talked.

“To my cell HEEHEHHEHEHEHE!”

“You’re no longer staying there.”

He rubbed softly as he explained my future.

“Whyyyyy? It's better than being close to you!”
“You’re always going to be close to me, your room is with me now.”

“Grrrrrrr NO!”

“You’re now my tickle slave so I’m your master now.”

“I’ll never obey you!”

“You will!”

With that, he showed me a pair of slippers that looked exactly like the ones I normally wore. I tilted my head.

“Okay....”

He slipped them onto my feet and locked them with small locks right at the buckle.

“HEY!”

He showed me a remote.

“Felt something different on these slippers?”

“Yeah, so?”

He pressed the button and the soles of my slippers began to softly vibrate from my heels to my toes. I squealed and arched my back. The soles vibrated nonstop as I tried to get the slippers off of my feet.

But, with my ankles tied, I could only press one foot next to the other, thus increasing the vibrations on my feet. I begged for mercy through my peals of laughter.

“Will you call me Master and obey me?”

I nodded rapidly, desperate for it to end.

“Alright then.”

He turned the pads off, giving me relief.

“T-thank you.......Master........”

He untied my ankles, and then untied my arms and wrists. I relaxed, as I was untied.
“Now you’re free to roam your new home, but only while the pads are on.”

He smirked evilly as I pleaded, “Oh please, not that!”

“Now I will punish you for not calling me Master. You must call me Master whenever you speak. If not, I will punish you severely.”

He turned the pads onto the highest setting.

“PLEASE STHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAP MASTER!”

“Nope twenty minutes straight for being rude to me.”

“I am so sorry! AHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!”


(The scene slowly fades to black as my torment continued......)

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Angel The Spy IV: A Change In My Daily Life.

Angel The Spy IV: A Change In My Daily Life.
By: AngelofDarkness/LoneZero36

I was slowly adjusting to my new life as Master Dark’s official tickle slave. I had freedoms that I did not have previously. While I was free to roam the building, it was always with those damn vibrating slippers torturing my feet. I remember once, I had tried- and succeeded- in removing them, and I left them in a secluded part of the building.

I was walking around, enjoying the freedom from my slippers, when a guard grabbed me from behind. I felt my hands being pulled and restrained behind my back, almost painfully tight. I was then dragged to Master Dark’s personal torture chamber, where I was strapped down to a rack to await Master’s entrance.

He arrived, carrying my abandoned slippers. I could see the anger in his eyes as he approached me. I flinched, expecting a slap for managing to take off the slippers.

“What were you thinking, removing them?”

I stayed quiet, his voice sounding deadly serious. Then he did something unexpected. He untied me. But it was not to let me leave. He walked over and set the slippers down, and picked something else up. I glanced at his back, then inched towards the door, but he turned as I placed my hand on the doorknob.

“Get....back...here...”

I let go of the doorknob, turning back towards him.

He advanced towards me, a pair of tennis shoes in one hand that looked to be my size. He thrust them into my hands.

“Put these on!”, he snapped irritably.

I sat on the ground and pulled the shoes on. He then dropped two small padlocks in front of where I sat. I looked up at him, scared.

“Master....please...”

“Lock them, bad girl.”

I picked up one lock, placing it onto the shoe, and locking it in place, then repeated the process with the other. He then knelt down in front of where I sat, lifting my chin up to look into his eyes.

“I don’t want to do this. I really don’t. But you leave me no choice. Lay on your back.”

I laid down on my back, biting my lip.

“If you so much as move an inch, you’re gagged and tickled for an amount of time I will determine, no breaks, no mercy, no NOTHING!”
I merely nodded, growing more frightened. He sat at his desk, pulling open a drawer. He then pulled out a remote control, similar to the one that controlled the massage pads in my slippers.

I whimpered at the sight, curling up into a ball, much to the displeasure of Master Dark.

“Already disobeying orders, are we? Uncurl yourself now!”

I shook my head, refusing to lay flat once more.

He started to count down, “5....4.....3....”

I uncurled myself the instant he started to count, knowing that it meant a harsher punishment if I did not obey, one that involved both pain and tickling alike. I hated those punishments with every fiber of my being.

“I see that you look fearful, but I can assure you that you’re in for it..” For the first time I saw him smile.

I was truly scared as I looked at the remote in his hand. “Master what are you going do to me?”

In a flash Master Dark was on top of me using both hands, to vigorously rub my sides.

Biting my tongue, I realized that this was only the beginning, I wished that I hadn’t taken my shoes off, I would gladly give in…. no that could never happen, Master would never stand for such foolishness.

Even if I did give in, Master would not relent and let me go unpunished for my crime. He continued rubbing my sides, and I giggled uncontrollably as I fought the urge to squirm. As time wore on, my defense against his rubbing weakened, and I broke, writhing and trying to push him away.

He stopped, allowing me to push him away, and I wrapped my arms around my stomach and sides.

“Oh, dear, you moved, and much more than an inch, as well.”

He strolled to a small supply closet, removed a coil of rope, and a roll of duct tape. He returned and tied my wrists behind my back, then smoothed two pieces of tape over my mouth. I tried to protest, but he glared and I fell silent. He brandished the remote, and pressed a button with this thumb.

I instantly felt a strong vibrating against the soles of my feet, forcing me to squeal and start laughing. He set the remote on a shelf, high out of my reach, even if my hands were untied to reach it with, and then breezed out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He left me alone to suffer my punishment! He had never done this before, even for a more severe crime that removing my shoes without permission. I screamed, rolled back and forth, and kicked my feet, trying to escape the torturous vibrating that was going to drive me insane if I didn’t pass out first.

It dragged on and on, until my world faded to black. My body twitched from the massaging pads, which continued their torment. At some point, he reentered and saw my limp form lying on the floor on my back. My back was arched due to having my hands tied behind my back.

When I awoke, I was no longer in the Chamber of Hell, but in his room, (actually ours, but since I don’t own any of the stuff contained in the room, I don’t call it mine). I was curled up in a ball on his bed. As I fully awakened, I realized I could still feel the vibrating, and I checked to see if the pads were still going.

No, I was barefoot. I rubbed my feet against the sheets on the bed to try and relieve the sensation. I shrieked, even the rubbing too much for my over-stimulated soles. Just then the door opened and Master Dark entered.

“Well, have you learned your lesson?”

I nodded, staying completely silent.

“Good.”

With that, he turned and left me alone. I fell back asleep for a good number of hours. When I awoke, it was dark and quiet. I felt Master’s arms wrapped around me. I carefully moved them and eased out of the bed. I slid on his slippers to keep my feet warm, then silently padded down the hall, since I knew the guards were watching the other prisoners in the main holding area. I slipped out of a side door, and then ran for the woods to find a hiding place. But as I was running, I slipped and whacked my head on the ground, knocking me out.

I came to slowly, and looked around. I was in a large room, with various restraint devices around the perimeter, and in the center was the bed I was laying on. I tried to sit up, but realized I was cuffed to the bed.

The door opened, and in strolled my captor. He was really tall, at least six feet, and walked towards me.

“So, you think you could escape Dark, hmmm?”

It dawned on me......he was one of Master Dark’s lackeys! Of all the damn people to find me, it had to be one of his lackeys! I started to struggle against my restraints.

“I won’t go back! You can’t make me!”
“Oh no? I seem to recall you being very.........ticklish.”

He lightly dragged a feather across my left foot, eliciting a squeal.

“Oh! So you ARE ticklish!”

“No!”

He continued dragging the feather up and down, switching feet at random times to keep me guessing as to when he was going to go back to the other foot. I squirmed and fought my reactions back as best as I could, but dissolved into helpless giggles as he swiped the feather under my toes.

He smirked, “I seem to have hit a weak spot.....where else gets a good reaction out of you?”

Desperate to avoid more foot tickling, I answered, “Pretty much everywhere, but one of the worst, aside from my feet, is my ribcage.”

“I will keep that in mind for later. But now....”

He pulled out an electric toothbrush, flicked it on, and pressed it against my sole. I yelped and tried to pull away.

“Okay, okaaahahahahaaaay I’ll go back! Staaaahahahaaaap!”

He stopped, and glanced at me before untying my ankles and wrists from the bed, and then he shackled my ankles together, and connected my wrists and ankles together with another chain so I would not be able to run.

He led me out, and then took my hand to lead me back to Dark’s home. I dreaded it, knowing what happened to those who ran away and were captured. The visions flashed through my mind of what I was going to endure, and I could hear the tortured screams of those who had gone through the same “lesson”, as the guards called it.

I recall one such situation, a few months ago. I had befriended a girl, young, about sixteen, who had been caught trying to free another prisoner from this place. Her name was Leilani. She was put into my cellblock, and I took her under my wing, and she grew to be like a daughter to me.

I knew I wanted to get her out of here, but was not brave enough to go through with the plan, since she would be punished as well as I.

We were sitting in my cell, since we could wander around our cellblock as long as we were wearing shackles.

She confided in me, “Tomorrow is my birthday....my sweet sixteen. I should be home with my family, getting ready to celebrate one of the biggest birthdays a girl ever has.”

I looked up at her, then leaned close to her.

“I’m going to get you out of here-tonight.”

“How, Angel?”

“We’ll do it when the guards are shutting down cellblocks A and B. That will give us a good 15 minutes to get you out of here.”

“What about you? Aren’t you going to come with me?”

“No, it would be too suspicious, and I would just slow you down.”

“But-“

“Shush, it’s settled. Be ready at 9:15, tonight.”

She nodded, and I took her back to her cell to wait for 9:15.

As soon as I settled her in, I snuck off to find her a map. I slunk into Dark’s office, and started searching for one. Out of nowhere, the door swung open and in walked Dark himself. I froze as he saw me.

“What are you doing in here?”

I stammered, “I...I was t-told to come and clean your office for you.”

“My office is clean enough. Get out!”

I looked down and nodded, then rushed out of the room. As soon as I was back in my cell, I slid out my prize- a map detailing the area! I hid it under my mattress, and then lay down to take a nap.

Apparently I had dozed, because Leilani came in and shook me awake.

“Angel? Angel! Wake up, we gotta go!”

I hopped up, slipping my hand under the mattress to grab the map, and I pushed it into her hands.

“Hide it under your clothes.”

She did so, and I took her hand, and we ran to an area that was always unguarded. I carefully pushed open the door, and she hugged me. I hugged back tightly.

“Be careful sweetie.”

I then pushed her out of the door, shut it, and ran back to my cell to act like I was asleep.

The next morning, I was dragged roughly out of my bed.

“Where is she!”

Barely awake, I questioned, “Who?”

“Leilani!”

“What? How would I know where she is?”

“I know you were close to her. Tell me where she is!”

I easily lied, “I don’t know. I put her to bed before the lockdown, around 9:15, then went to bed myself.”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“I know you had something to do with this, and I am going to find out what.”

He shoved me back onto the bed roughly, then turned and left me alone. He had left a mark on my wrist where he had grabbed me to pull me off the bed, and I rubbed it, trying to make it go away.

The rest of the day proceeded normally, until about 3 PM. The same guard that I had encountered earlier returned to my cell.

“What now?”

He said nothing, only grabbing me by my wrist and dragging me downstairs to the dungeons. I knew the instant that we headed for that area, that Leilani had been recaptured. We entered the room where Leilani was dangling from her wrists, held up by a thick chain wrapped around her wrists.

She was bruised, bloody, and barely conscious.

The guard unshackled me, and then pushed me towards Leilani.

“Wake her up.”

I nodded and approached her cautiously.

“Leilani?”

She groaned and lifted her head up.

“Angel...? What happened?”

“That doesn’t matter. What happened to you?”

“You mean the bruises and cuts?”

I nodded again.

“They’re from trying to fight the guards that caught me.”

I embraced her carefully, trying to avoid any bruised or bloody spots, momentarily forgetting about the guard watching us.

“I should have never let you go alone.”

As soon as those words escaped my lips, the guard grabbed me by my hair and dragged me off of Leilani.

“I knew it! You little *****! You helped her escape!”

Leilani shouted, “No! It was my idea, not hers!”

“Shut up Leilani! I can handle this!”

Turning back to the guard, I continued, “Please, it was all me. She had no part in planning any of this. So....punish me instead of her.”

The guard released my hair, only to raise his gloved hand and slap me across the face, and I crumpled to the floor.

“You will both receive ‘The Lesson.’ Be prepared.”

I snapped out of my flashback as my captor called my name.

“Angel? Angel!”

“What?”

“We’re back.”

I sighed, quietly following the lackey in. He escorted me to Dark’s office, roughly shoving me into the room and locking the door. He did not leave, but rather stood outside the door, presumably waiting for Dark to show.

He did shortly, and the two began talking, and I could catch bits of their conversation.

“Good work, Tim.....”

I couldn’t hear the rest of the exchange after that, but I had found out my captor’s name. Dark entered a few minutes later, much to my displeasure.

“So, you thought you could get away.”

I stayed quiet, knowing it was better not to speak.

“Look up at me.”

I looked up, and sensed the anger radiating from him.

“Prepare yourself for ‘The Lesson’, disobedient slave!!”

I looked back up in horror, then quickly back down, nodding.

Tim then returned to drag me off to the Dungeon to be prepared for my Lesson.

 

[AngelOfDarkness]

Angel The Spy V: Why Am I Feeling Like This?

Angel The Spy V: Why Am I Feeling Like This?
By: AngelofDarkness/LoneZero36

After my lesson had been completed, I began to wonder why I started to want to see Tim more often. Could it be that I was falling for him? It didn’t make sense, why would I desire someone that had treated me so cruelly in the past?

I decided to take a psychological approach to working this out. I had known for a while that I was a submissive, so maybe another aspect was the idea of abuse. Not the total daily abuse, but abuse in the sense that I was given more than I could handle at any one time.

But I digress. I began spending as much time as possible with him, which equated to whenever Dark would let me roam, as I was kept under close watch most of the time, save for showering. I was also kept in shackles to limit my movement. But whenever I was with Tim, he would remove the shackles. I knew it was risky as we could be caught at any time. But I realized I had indeed fallen for him.

Once, we were almost caught. We were in his personal quarters, just talking to one another. For some reason, he had not removed my restraints yet. He was about to when another guard burst in. I jumped, startled, then looked at Tim. Acting quickly, he snatched my wrist rather roughly.

“What were you doing in here?!”

I fell back into sub-mode, and bowed my head.

“I’m sorry, sir. I was told to come here to tell you Dark needed you in his office.”

“Very well, now out!”

He shoved me towards the door, and I walked out and back to Dark’s room to lie down and take a nap. Before I got there, Tim caught up with me.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, I understand.”

He then admitted something to me.

“I have been falling for you too.”

I was so surprised to hear this I was speechless. Don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled to know he had the same feelings, but I didn’t expect it to happen.

Our relationship changed drastically after that. Anytime he saw me, he would run up and pull me into a hug.

I wished I could hug back, but the shackles prevented it. My shackles had been changed, since Dark was getting suspicious, so now only he had the key to my shackles.

I also began to feel differently about being there. Whenever I was with Tim, it felt more like home.

I loved having Tim as my significant other; he treated me like a real person, something that was rare around here.

We tried so hard to keep it a secret, but it was soon to change forever. We got caught. Our separation was devastating for both of us. Tim was kicked out, and I got locked into Dark’s room for 23 hours, always with a guard present so I wouldn’t try to sneak off. But before I get too far ahead of myself, I should explain how it happened.

Tim and I were spending a bit of time together one early morning, and he had his arms wrapped around my waist lovingly, and we were lip locked. Much to my horror, Dark walked by and saw us. I knew it was over then and there when he shouted my name. He snatched the chain that was kept around my waist and dragged me off of Tim.

The three of us yelling was enough to bring guards running, and Dark ordered them to remove Tim from this building. I struggled, trying to get free. He tried to keep me down, but my struggling was too powerful, so I was forcibly sedated and dragged off by another guard. When I awoke, I was chained by my ankles to the bed, and a guard was posted by the door to watch me.

I recalled what had happened, and dissolved into tears at losing Tim for good. At that point, Dark entered and released me from my chains. He dragged me to my feet, holding my wrist in a vice-like grip.
“Stupid girl, you should have known I would have found out!”

Indeed, I knew there were cameras watching every public space in the facility. I had gotten careless about it, and it had landed me in deep trouble. Dark continued his lecture, and I zoned, only pretending to pay attention. Unfortunately, I didn’t act well enough, as he shoved me onto the bed and immobilized me, down to tying all ten toes back.

When he gagged me, I knew it would be extremely unpleasant for me. He then got a belt and folded it in half, then hit both feet with it. I clenched my eyes shut, determined not to make a sound. He kept at it, hitting harder and harder. Tears filled my eyes, and I let them fall, but I clamped down onto the gag to hold back my screams.

I eventually broke, my pained screams easily penetrating the gag and filling the room. He delivered one last stinging blow, and then walked out, leaving me alone to suffer the after affects of my beating. I whimpered, finally managing to fall asleep. When I awoke, Dark was asleep next to me, and I noticed that I was untied. I rolled over, then got up and laid on the ground, content to sleep there if it meant I wasn’t next to him. I dozed back off.

I was only asleep a few minutes until I felt myself being dragged back onto the bed. My hands were forced behind his back and cuffed there so I couldn’t move away again. He wrapped his arms around me in return, and fell promptly back asleep, unlike me, since I was awake the rest of the night. I must have fallen asleep at around six, since it felt like ten minutes later someone shook me awake.

“Get up, you lazy thing.”

“Go away.”

I kicked at the person, but whomever it was merely grabbed my foot and dug into it, tickling furiously for my mouthy reply and action alike. I turned over and kicked at him with my free foot, managing to land a blow directly in his gut. As he crumpled to the floor, I saw it was another of Dark’s lackeys.

I turned back over, ignoring him. Before I fell asleep, I knew there would be a price to pay for my actions, and I imagined it wouldn’t be pleasant. I was barely asleep when I was dragged out of bed by my arm. I looked up through my sleep-blurred vision to see Dark, absolutely fuming. He started yelling at me, while I struggled to process it all through my sleep-addled mind.

I let him ramble as my mind slowly cleared and began functioning.
“.....you disrespectful girl, what were you thinking?! No...no, you weren’t thinking at all, were you?!”

It took everything in me to not spit a smart reply back at him, since I knew I’d likely be sent to a solitary confinement cell, despite me being his personal slave, I was not above it. He finished and dragged me out of his room and led me to an open area, which is where the lesser slaves were usually publicly punished. I was pushed onto a raised platform and told to stand in the center. My arms were almost painfully yanked above my head and tied to a bar that ran overhead, leaving me no slack to pull them down even an inch. A gag was then harshly applied to keep me silent.

I was left to dangle as all the others were called in to watch whatever was going to happen to me. I was almost positive it wasn’t going to be tickling, as then I would be sitting or lying so that my feet would be open. As they began to enter, I could hear their hushed whispers of shock at seeing me firmly tied. I hung my head, ashamed that I was to be punished in front of hundreds.

When everyone had arrived and was settled in, I saw Dark approach, holding a mean-looking whip. I whimpered and received a slap from one of the guards who was standing nearby for making any noise. Dark nodded, and my shirt was stripped off.

Dark took up his spot behind me, and delivered the first lash to my bare back. He waited, and then struck me again. The blows continued raining down, until he felt it was enough to drive the point across.

Stepping out in front of me, he thundered, “Let this be a lesson to you! ALL of you! If I ever see a slave cavorting with a guard, you will suffer a fate like hers!”

He pointed to me, and stormed off, leaving me alone on the stage. The guards began shepherding the slaves back to their cells, until I was alone, or so I thought. Someone came up behind me and carefully released the cuffs. I fell limp, and the person helped me sit up and removed the gag.

I looked up into the face of...Leilani. Apparently she had been assigned the task of cleaning the wounds from the whip, which felt like a cat-o-nine-tails. I knelt, wiping the tears from my cheeks. When she applied the wet rag to the first wound, it took everything in me not to scream.

She began to speak, in a quiet voice, so low I could barely hear her.

“I’m sorry.”

I looked up, wondering what she was apologizing for.

“I had tipped Dark off about you and Tim...Angel, I’m so sorry.”

I turned my head to look at her. She didn’t look back. My anger boiled over and I turned, shoving her over on the stage.

I got up as fast as I could, snatched my shirt, pulled it on and stormed off away from her.

“I don’t need you! I don’t need any of you!”

I walked out and slammed the door, leaving her in silence. My words had stunned her, and she wondered if my emotional and physical pain had been worth it.

I later found out what Leilani had been given in return for my betrayal: her freedom. Things were back to normal, except for Tim being gone.

It seemed like months later when I was performing a task, I bumped into someone. As I looked up I saw.......

(CLIFFHANGER! Muahahaha!)

 

[JackVanderson]

Wow.
Great story, it's very emotional.
I feel so sorry for your character. *hopes for happy ending*
and one other thing...
you are so evil with that cliffhanger. x3
lol jk

 

[FeatherDaemon1]

Angel The Spy VI: Global Meltdown... This time it's different.

http://www.scorchermovie.com/

Great stuff Angel!! Loved it. Keep them coming!! 😀

 

[love feet]

good