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“Well, looks like the tables have turned” Sarah Lyons said with a smirk, as she looked over her captive, who met her gaze with a look of fear in her eyes. And she had reason to fear. Just 2 weeks ago, after recovering the injured Sarah Lyons, she had tied her up and tickled her crazy for the purpose of research. Due to the small amount of knowledge she was able to find on the subject, she had no clue it had been torturous, thinking Sarah’s mirth meant she was enjoying it, and had simply been playing around when she begged her to stop.
When the BoS approved her request to visit the purifier, she had thought it was thanks from the beautiful soldier. And though it was the result of the tickling, it most certainly was not a thank you. Lyons had insisted her mercenary guard wait outside the control room (“security reason”), and had all the scientists leave (“since Moira would only get in their way”). Once inside, she ensured both doors were locked, took her into the control booth so the pumps would cover up any noise she made and then easily overpowered her. She effortlessly bound her at the ankles and knees, tied her arms behind her back, before taking her over to one of the room pillars and tying a rope around her upper body and the pillar, above her stomach but below her breasts. Then, as a finishing touch, she gagged her. Moira may have been fine with banking on soundproof walls, but she hadn’t got where she was by taking pointless risks. Besides, she wanted to taunt her as well, for refusal to believe she wanted the tickling to stop, and it would be much more fun if she couldn’t talk.
Before she started, she had one last thing to do. Her power armour may have made it easier to over power, but for the current task at hand, it was too bulky, so she stripped down to recon armour. Then she got to work.
“Don’t look so scarred, Moira. I’d figure I’d help you with your research. Tickling me may have gotten you some useful info, but I’ll bet being tickled will net you even more.” She noticed this caused her to lose her look of fear, but she started trying to talk through the gag, presumably to beg her not to. In reality, she was actually trying to explain she had already attempted to tickle herself, and she wasn’t ticklish at all. The naive storeowner was about to find out how wrong she was.
Lyons tested her with a quick poke to the ribs. This causes her to yelp, and made her kick her feet. She tied a few more pokes over her sides and stomach, and the results were all equally pleasing. Straddling her legs to keep her from kicking, she began to tickle her stomach, causing her to erupt into giggles as the vengeful women began to poke and prod the sensitive flesh. She found that her bellybutton was especially vulnerable, and as such reached a finger up under her shirt to tickle it, while keeping the other hand poking through her jumpsuit.
Though she hadn’t the luxury of spending most of her time sealed in power armour, she unfortunately still had fairly sensitive skin. While researching a Brahim milk based radiation cure for her book, she had discovered a concoction that gave her clean, and sensitive, skin. Lyons was putting this weakness through its paces as she kneaded her ribs, driving her absolutely crazy. She stopped only to try and tickle her armpits, but quickly went back to her ribs when she discovered her position all but blocked access to her underarms.
Then, remembering how weak a spot her feet had been for her, she decided to try Moira’s feet. Turning around so she was still pinning her legs but facing her feet, she slipped off her boots, she revealed a pair of unsurprisingly dirty socks that may have been white once. Despite the grubby coverings, she quickly discovered that they were no less ticklish than any other point on her body. In fact, much like hers, they seemed to be the worse spot. Moira, to her dismay, had always taken care to make sure her feet were well taken care of. She had no clue why, she just liked the look of them when they were clean.
And clean they were. Lyons slipped off the dirty socks to discover pristine feet under them, in contrast to her face, which always had a light coating of dust upon it. And if Moira thought they were ticklish with the socks, she had no idea. As Lyons began lightly scratching her sole with one finger, she began screaming into her gag. Unfortunately, this just told her tickler how effective it was, so she immediately began to go crazy on both feet, raking her nails down them (or up, depending on your point of view), delighting in her captives laughing screams. Screams that got even crazier when she began to play with her toes, putting them through the paces. Below them, between them, no place was sacred as Sarah’s nails drew forth every last bit of laughter she could get from her feet.
Then, she decided to try he secret weapon. Shad had found it the day after Moira had tickled her, and it was then she thought up the idea for revenge. Moira may have been fine with using crow feathers, but she wanted something more unique. And she had found it when she raided a store while on a patrol in the city ruins. The store had been called Madame Jealle’s, and she had found the object next to a skimpy looking black and white dress of some type. What she had found was feather duster. She began to move the many black tipped white feathers across Moira’s feet, and the reaction was wonderful. If a handful of feather had tickle Sarah so bad, she figured this many would be pure hell. And indeed it was. Poor Moira was going crazy as she realized just how horrible feather tickling was. And yet she couldn’t even try and reason with the vengeful soldier.
Sarah, meanwhile, had not gotten the duster just to tickle her feet a bit. She wanted to tickle her all over with it. That had a present a problem when she was planning this. She wouldn’t be able to tickle her though her jumpsuit via feathers, and once tied up, the only way she’d be able to get off the jumpsuit was if she cut it off. Thankfully, she had had the fortune to find an identical jumpsuit. So, taking out a combat knife, she quickly cut away her pants and shirt, discovering to her shock that not only was her skin just as clean under the jumpsuit as her feet were, but that she didn’t wear undergarments. From the small patch of red hair above her crotch to her chest, she was completely uncovered. All the better to tickle, realized Sarah. Without delay, she went to work. Switching out the knife for the duster, she began to slide the feather over her exposed stomach and sides. If they were super ticklish before, they were deadly ticklish now.
Deciding to take advantage of her exposed body, she tried a quick brush against her breasts. The result was surprising. Though she giggles, it sounded differently than all the other times she giggled. As she began to tickler her chest more intensely with the duster, she realized what it was: under her laughter, she was starting to moan. Deciding that making her moan while being tickled was even more humiliating, Sarah didn’t let up. However, despite the fact that the feathers were stimulating her, Sarah was still surprised when she noticed that Moira’s crotch was growing wet. She was even more surprised to find her mouth watering when she saw this.
Deciding to go for it, she began to brush the duster across her crotch. The result was indeed surprising. Moira let out a ticklish yelp, but said yelp was mixed in with a more audible moan. Continuing, Sarah soon had Moira laughing hysterically again, while at the same time moaning and growing more wet. She was more than a little disturbed to be enjoying it, finding herself getting turned on. Eventually, she dropped the duster and plucked out one of the feathers, and began to directly tease and stroke her pussy with it, as Moira’s laughter died down (though she was still giggling), and her moans increased. Working with a steady pace, Sarah continued to tease her until she finally came.
For a few second, she sat there, unable to believe what she had just done. Then, working quickly, she untied Moira, who, as a result of the merciless tickling and unexpected finale, was in a daze. She put back on her power armour over her recon armour, and dressed Moira up in the spare jumpsuit she had brought, and put her knife, ropes, feather, feather duster, and the shredded remains of Moira’s original jumpsuit in a bag. Leaving quickly, she muttered something about Moira having based out from excitement as seeing the purifier to her guard, who claimed it didn’t surprise him, as she headed back to the citadel, eager to deal with the tingling that was building up under her armour, around her crotch.
When the BoS approved her request to visit the purifier, she had thought it was thanks from the beautiful soldier. And though it was the result of the tickling, it most certainly was not a thank you. Lyons had insisted her mercenary guard wait outside the control room (“security reason”), and had all the scientists leave (“since Moira would only get in their way”). Once inside, she ensured both doors were locked, took her into the control booth so the pumps would cover up any noise she made and then easily overpowered her. She effortlessly bound her at the ankles and knees, tied her arms behind her back, before taking her over to one of the room pillars and tying a rope around her upper body and the pillar, above her stomach but below her breasts. Then, as a finishing touch, she gagged her. Moira may have been fine with banking on soundproof walls, but she hadn’t got where she was by taking pointless risks. Besides, she wanted to taunt her as well, for refusal to believe she wanted the tickling to stop, and it would be much more fun if she couldn’t talk.
Before she started, she had one last thing to do. Her power armour may have made it easier to over power, but for the current task at hand, it was too bulky, so she stripped down to recon armour. Then she got to work.
“Don’t look so scarred, Moira. I’d figure I’d help you with your research. Tickling me may have gotten you some useful info, but I’ll bet being tickled will net you even more.” She noticed this caused her to lose her look of fear, but she started trying to talk through the gag, presumably to beg her not to. In reality, she was actually trying to explain she had already attempted to tickle herself, and she wasn’t ticklish at all. The naive storeowner was about to find out how wrong she was.
Lyons tested her with a quick poke to the ribs. This causes her to yelp, and made her kick her feet. She tied a few more pokes over her sides and stomach, and the results were all equally pleasing. Straddling her legs to keep her from kicking, she began to tickle her stomach, causing her to erupt into giggles as the vengeful women began to poke and prod the sensitive flesh. She found that her bellybutton was especially vulnerable, and as such reached a finger up under her shirt to tickle it, while keeping the other hand poking through her jumpsuit.
Though she hadn’t the luxury of spending most of her time sealed in power armour, she unfortunately still had fairly sensitive skin. While researching a Brahim milk based radiation cure for her book, she had discovered a concoction that gave her clean, and sensitive, skin. Lyons was putting this weakness through its paces as she kneaded her ribs, driving her absolutely crazy. She stopped only to try and tickle her armpits, but quickly went back to her ribs when she discovered her position all but blocked access to her underarms.
Then, remembering how weak a spot her feet had been for her, she decided to try Moira’s feet. Turning around so she was still pinning her legs but facing her feet, she slipped off her boots, she revealed a pair of unsurprisingly dirty socks that may have been white once. Despite the grubby coverings, she quickly discovered that they were no less ticklish than any other point on her body. In fact, much like hers, they seemed to be the worse spot. Moira, to her dismay, had always taken care to make sure her feet were well taken care of. She had no clue why, she just liked the look of them when they were clean.
And clean they were. Lyons slipped off the dirty socks to discover pristine feet under them, in contrast to her face, which always had a light coating of dust upon it. And if Moira thought they were ticklish with the socks, she had no idea. As Lyons began lightly scratching her sole with one finger, she began screaming into her gag. Unfortunately, this just told her tickler how effective it was, so she immediately began to go crazy on both feet, raking her nails down them (or up, depending on your point of view), delighting in her captives laughing screams. Screams that got even crazier when she began to play with her toes, putting them through the paces. Below them, between them, no place was sacred as Sarah’s nails drew forth every last bit of laughter she could get from her feet.
Then, she decided to try he secret weapon. Shad had found it the day after Moira had tickled her, and it was then she thought up the idea for revenge. Moira may have been fine with using crow feathers, but she wanted something more unique. And she had found it when she raided a store while on a patrol in the city ruins. The store had been called Madame Jealle’s, and she had found the object next to a skimpy looking black and white dress of some type. What she had found was feather duster. She began to move the many black tipped white feathers across Moira’s feet, and the reaction was wonderful. If a handful of feather had tickle Sarah so bad, she figured this many would be pure hell. And indeed it was. Poor Moira was going crazy as she realized just how horrible feather tickling was. And yet she couldn’t even try and reason with the vengeful soldier.
Sarah, meanwhile, had not gotten the duster just to tickle her feet a bit. She wanted to tickle her all over with it. That had a present a problem when she was planning this. She wouldn’t be able to tickle her though her jumpsuit via feathers, and once tied up, the only way she’d be able to get off the jumpsuit was if she cut it off. Thankfully, she had had the fortune to find an identical jumpsuit. So, taking out a combat knife, she quickly cut away her pants and shirt, discovering to her shock that not only was her skin just as clean under the jumpsuit as her feet were, but that she didn’t wear undergarments. From the small patch of red hair above her crotch to her chest, she was completely uncovered. All the better to tickle, realized Sarah. Without delay, she went to work. Switching out the knife for the duster, she began to slide the feather over her exposed stomach and sides. If they were super ticklish before, they were deadly ticklish now.
Deciding to take advantage of her exposed body, she tried a quick brush against her breasts. The result was surprising. Though she giggles, it sounded differently than all the other times she giggled. As she began to tickler her chest more intensely with the duster, she realized what it was: under her laughter, she was starting to moan. Deciding that making her moan while being tickled was even more humiliating, Sarah didn’t let up. However, despite the fact that the feathers were stimulating her, Sarah was still surprised when she noticed that Moira’s crotch was growing wet. She was even more surprised to find her mouth watering when she saw this.
Deciding to go for it, she began to brush the duster across her crotch. The result was indeed surprising. Moira let out a ticklish yelp, but said yelp was mixed in with a more audible moan. Continuing, Sarah soon had Moira laughing hysterically again, while at the same time moaning and growing more wet. She was more than a little disturbed to be enjoying it, finding herself getting turned on. Eventually, she dropped the duster and plucked out one of the feathers, and began to directly tease and stroke her pussy with it, as Moira’s laughter died down (though she was still giggling), and her moans increased. Working with a steady pace, Sarah continued to tease her until she finally came.
For a few second, she sat there, unable to believe what she had just done. Then, working quickly, she untied Moira, who, as a result of the merciless tickling and unexpected finale, was in a daze. She put back on her power armour over her recon armour, and dressed Moira up in the spare jumpsuit she had brought, and put her knife, ropes, feather, feather duster, and the shredded remains of Moira’s original jumpsuit in a bag. Leaving quickly, she muttered something about Moira having based out from excitement as seeing the purifier to her guard, who claimed it didn’t surprise him, as she headed back to the citadel, eager to deal with the tingling that was building up under her armour, around her crotch.
