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“Ow, hey, wait a second, this is a big misunderstanding.” said the blonde haired, blue eyed woman to the black haired, green haired buxom woman who currently had her armed pinned behind her as she was forced through a door. The black haired woman, clad in body armour, held a briefcase in her other hand, which she set down after closing the door. She pushed her captor to the floor, who continued trying to explain the situation.
“I have some information for Koko, we kind of have an arrangement.” said the blond haired woman, one eye covered by her fringe. She was, in fact, an member of the CIA, codenamed Schokolade, and occasionally sold non-sensitive information to the weapons dealer she was in charge of observing, Koko Hekmatyar. The other was Chiquita, the head bodyguard of Koko's brother, Kasper, also a weapons dealer, who had come to meet the same person. She was also incredibly dangerous. Schokolade knew she was in big trouble if she couldn't convince her. Thankfully, Chiquita knew of her, and suspected she might be telling the truth. Of course, there was no reason she couldn't have some fun with her. Her scowl was soon replaced with her trademark smile and she calmed down, and came up with an idea of how she could torment this CIA agent until Koko arrived to confirm her story.
“Maybe you do, maybe you don't. If you're lying, I'll get the truth out of you.” Schokolade shivered. She knew just how crazy the woman standing over her was. But both fortunately and very, very unfortunately for her, Chiquita had something rather unorthodox in mind. “Tell me, you wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you” asked Chiquita as she gripped Schokolade's arms tightly. Schokolade's eyes went wide. It was better then the things Chiquita could do with her knife, but she was incredibly ticklish, and even the thought of being tickled made her squirm a bit. She tried stammering out the information she had for Koko, in hopes that would appease the crazy woman descending on her.
It was, of course, all for naught, as Schokolade's captor started in earnest. Holding her arms behind her with one hand, Chiquita put the other to work at her stomach, her fingers reaching up Schokolade's shirt and dancing over the soft flesh. Within seconds, the CIA agent was reduced to helpless giggles, and though her struggling increased, the mercenary kept an iron grip on her. Her hand increased its speed, as Schokolade's laughter increased its intensity, and soon she was laughing helplessly. She was completely powerless to stop the tormenting hand at her stomach that was causing said helpless laughter, just as she was powerless to keep it from drifting over to her hip, where it happily squeezed some not so happy laughter out of her love handles, while Chiquita continued to smile her lazy smile.
Next she slid her hand upwards to Schokolade's ribs, where she took pleasure in digging her fingers in between them as if she was playing a piano. The upward climb continued until the hand had slid under her arm into the smooth and sweaty armpit it was hiding, where its nails wrecked havoc on poor Schokolade. This continued for several minutes, before finally she was given a moment of rest. Already she was a wreck. What parts of her face that weren't hidden by the sweaty blonde hair plastered to it had turned bright red. Worse for her, the break she had was not an act of kindness, but simply the result stopping to flip her over before Chiquita straddled her waist. Now one hand held her arms above her head, while the other descended on her. It was the same hand that had been extracting her delicious laughter moments ago, but with her flipped, now it was her other side it tormented.
Like before, she started bottom, and worked up. Only this time, her legs blocked access to Schokolade's hips, but with her armpit was stretched taut, she had simply traded a rather ticklish spot for a very ticklish spot. Soon she had nails raking up and down her the tight, sensitive hollow, and Schokolad absolutely screamed with laughter. It wasn't long, however, before they were interrupted but the person both had been waiting for. A slim, pale white woman with white hair down to her waist. The sister of Chiquita's boss, Koko Hekmatyar.
“Kasper send his apologies for not being able to deliver your request personally” she said, nodding towards the briefcase she had carried in, while continuing to tickle her hapless victim. Koko, however, was more focused on said victim, who was continue to struggle in vain while laughing helplessly.
“I didn't know the CIA was invited to our meeting” she said with a note of amusement in her voice.
“Nor did I” replied Chiquita “so I thought I'd teach her about crashing parties”
“Koko, please, I came here to give you information. Make her stop, I'm too ticklish, she's going to drive me insane” Schokolade begged through her laughter, hoping that maybe her role as an informant to the weapons dealer might get her out of this. Unfortunately, Koko ignored, and instead said to Chiquita “looks like you can barely hold her down. Would you like an extra set of hands?” Chiquita simply grinned as Koko squatted down beside the pair.
Before, Schokolade had been able to struggle enough that Chiquita had to divert some of her efforts into keeping her from escaping. The CIA agent had likewise managed to prevent herself from being manoeuvred into a position where Chiquita could restrain her, meaning the hope of freeing herself was ever present, albeit slim. This changed now that Koko entered the fray. Chiquita was able to now use both arms to hold Schokolade in position while Koko bound her arms. Her arms were tied behind her back, both at right angles, like a backwards straightjacket, with several zip ties wrapped around them. Her ankles were likewise bound. The two woman now placed her face up, with Koko straddling her hips, and Chiquita lying under Schokolade's legs, wrapping her own around them, so she was sitting cross legged on her back. With Schokolade bound, she now no longer had to worry about holding her arms as she began to strip off her shoes and socks, revealing a cute pair of sizable feet with light blue nail polish that matched her eyes. Another zip tie soon bound her big toes together. Finally, a length of cloth was wrapped several times around her head, cutting off all vision, and as she would soon find out, increasing her sense of touch, and with it, ticklishness.
In spite of Schokolade's increasingly frantic pleas, the two woman soon went to work on her. Koko's fingers dug into her hips, while Chiquita scratched up and down her naked soles. Poor Schokolade freaked out. It had already tickled bad enough when she was able to squirm away somewhat from the tickling fingers, but now, she was truly helpless. Barely able to move her feet or sides away from the tormenting digits, she had no choice but to endure the relentless tickling. She had no idea anything could tickle so bad. She especially didn't realize just how ticklish her feet were, but she was becoming intimately familiar with their sensitivity now, as Chiquita's nails ran up and down the soft skin. Koko's fingers, meanwhile, quickly found the most sensitive spots on her sides, and and mercilessly pressed her fingers into them, ignoring Schokolade's screams for a break. Exploring more thoroughly then Chiquita had, she got a particularly good reaction from the spot where the armpits met the sides, and pressed her fingers in hard, enjoying Schokolade's attempts to forces her hands away with what little mobility her upper arms had. And all the while, in addition to her attempts to block her pits and pull back her feet, she tried to break free of the zip ties and stop laughing. She failed all 4 goals. “At least the tickling can't get much worse, unless a third weapons dealer or bodyguard is around here” she thought. Fortunately, no third tickler was coming. Unfortunately, it could still get worse.
Watching the CIA agent's feet squirm in helplessly ticklish torture was really starting to turn on the busty bodyguard delighting in said torture. So while Koko continued her torment up and down Schokolade's sides, always returning to the point between pits and ribs, Chiquita lifted up her own shirt and pulled Schokolade's legs under the tight fabric, between her breasts. She then wrapped her arms around her chest, enclosing the squirming legs in her ample rack. Schokolade quickly realized her legs were completely immobile, unable to budge even an inch. At least Chiquita couldn't tickle her without hands, rights? The answer came soon enough when Chiquita lifted her head, her warm breath giving just a few seconds warning before she began to run her tongue up and down the helpless feet in front of her. The smooth feet were a delight for her to lick, especially as their owner screamed in ticklish laughter as a result. Chiquita was quite happy with her current method, and more so, it was beginning to turn her on. Having the CIA agent laughing at her mercy (or lack thereof) had been arousing on its own, but getting the same effect from enjoying the taste of her soft feet was almost too much.
Noticing the increase in laughter, Koko turned back. Her surprise at seeing Chiquita lick up and down the feet caught between her breasts soon turned to lust of her own. She slid the front of Schokolade's shirt up over her breasts, and quick as a flash, unhooked her bra in the back and flung it away before applying her nails to the ticklish tits. Schokolade's laughter reached a new height, but that wasn't her only problem. It had only been somewhat noticeable when the tongue was going up and down her feet, and she had managed to wave it off as her imagination. But now that Koko's nails were teasing her ticklish breasts, there was no mistaking it: she was getting turned on. Being unable to see, which had made her feel so much more ticklish, both from heightened sensation of touch and from being surprised by every change in ticklish technique, also seemed to be amplify the erotic sensations of the two woman’s tickling. The tickling of her chest made sense, sure, but how was the horribly ticklish licking of her feet arousing her? Not that it mattered. All that mattered was that in addition to the tickle torture, now she was also feeling a growing need for release from more then the zip ties. Of course, they likely would not grant it, nor would she dare sink low enough to ask. The only thing worse then having them pleasure her while she was helpless would be having them know that she was quickly becoming desperate enough that she would happily let them even if she'd had a choice.
Maybe Chiquita did realize how turned on her captive was becoming, maybe she was just looking for another way to assert control, or maybe she was just trying to vicariously relive herself. Regardless of the reason, without stopping the ticklish licking, she reached down one hand, keeping the other wrapped around her chest and pulled off her own boots, revealing, quite surprisingly, that the tough as nails bodyguard apparently enjoyed wearing pantyhose. What's more, being cooped up in combat boots day in and day out gave them a rather pungent smell. Koko and Schokolade both noticed it nearly immediately, and to their surprise, both found the strong smell aroused them even more. Chiquita, meanwhile, continued her task, using her feet to work down Schokolade's sweatpants, who, between being weakened from the tickling and arousal at the though of what was happening, offered only token resistance. Finally, she slid one foot under the newly revealed panties, damp everywhere with sweat, and damper with something else at the front, and began to massage Schokolade's crotch, who, in return, let out a gasp before laughter swallowed it up again. The smooth material easily glided back and forth over her crotch, quickly bringing her arousal to new heights.
Koko, meanwhile, followed suite, and bent forward, resting on her knees and forearms, while burying her face between Schokolade's breasts. The pleasure increased even more as she got to work, while her hands, resting by Schokolade's armpits, forced their way under her arms and did some work of their own. Her laughter continued, but the gasps and moans were now noticeable through it, especially as Chiquita's foot became faster and more rhythmic. Her other foot, meanwhile, began to poke around Koko's crotch under her skirt, where it was quickly discovered that Koko was wearing a pair of sheer white pantyhose... and nothing else. As soon as she felt the slippery feeling of nylon on nylon, Koko, without thinking, hiked up her skirt before going back to tickling. Meanwhile, Chiquita, who was loving the sensation of rubbing her nylon covered feet over Koko's pantyhose even more then Schokolade's bare skin, put her hands to work at Koko's feet, quickly removing her shoes before lightly scratching at the soft nylons. Enough to make her laugh against Schokolade's chest, but not enough to cause her to try and pull her feet away. As she did, she began to nibble Schokolade's feet, who despite the intense tickling it caused, mostly kept them still, because though it tickled worse, the hot breathe against her sensitive feet still felt somewhat arousing. She quickened her own feet even more, and soon both woman gasped as they had their orgasms almost at the same time.
Not letting up for a second, Chiquita returned her hands to her chest, holding Schokolade's feet perfectly still as she continued to nibble the soles, and now stuck her stinky, sweaty, pantyhose feet right in Schokolade's face. Seeing potential, Koko, still tickling Schokolade's armpits, began to kiss the tips of the nylon covered toes, now causing Chiquita to moan. It was evident her feet were also quite sensitive, perhaps even more so then the other two. Schokolade' meanwhile, no longer turned on, was now free of distractions from the horrible tickling, and had to deal with the sweaty pantyhose in her face. Koko turned her nails to the soles, which she found were quite fun to tickle, the smooth nylons letting her nails glide over them. Chiquita, meanwhile, was discovering how badly nails could tickle against nylons, but she continued to torment the feet in front of her, laughing even as she nibbled them. In addition, she was also starting to moan, and Koko realized just how sensitive her feet were, the tickling alone enough to pleasure her. Koko turned to some nibbling of her own, placing the toes in her mouth and nipping at their base as her nails continued to work over the smooth and slippery soles. Schokolade finally got some relief from all but the smell as Chiquita, torn between laughing and moaning, lost focus on tormenting her soles, and soon it was her turn to have an orgasm, this one from just her feet alone.
“I have some information for Koko, we kind of have an arrangement.” said the blond haired woman, one eye covered by her fringe. She was, in fact, an member of the CIA, codenamed Schokolade, and occasionally sold non-sensitive information to the weapons dealer she was in charge of observing, Koko Hekmatyar. The other was Chiquita, the head bodyguard of Koko's brother, Kasper, also a weapons dealer, who had come to meet the same person. She was also incredibly dangerous. Schokolade knew she was in big trouble if she couldn't convince her. Thankfully, Chiquita knew of her, and suspected she might be telling the truth. Of course, there was no reason she couldn't have some fun with her. Her scowl was soon replaced with her trademark smile and she calmed down, and came up with an idea of how she could torment this CIA agent until Koko arrived to confirm her story.
“Maybe you do, maybe you don't. If you're lying, I'll get the truth out of you.” Schokolade shivered. She knew just how crazy the woman standing over her was. But both fortunately and very, very unfortunately for her, Chiquita had something rather unorthodox in mind. “Tell me, you wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you” asked Chiquita as she gripped Schokolade's arms tightly. Schokolade's eyes went wide. It was better then the things Chiquita could do with her knife, but she was incredibly ticklish, and even the thought of being tickled made her squirm a bit. She tried stammering out the information she had for Koko, in hopes that would appease the crazy woman descending on her.
It was, of course, all for naught, as Schokolade's captor started in earnest. Holding her arms behind her with one hand, Chiquita put the other to work at her stomach, her fingers reaching up Schokolade's shirt and dancing over the soft flesh. Within seconds, the CIA agent was reduced to helpless giggles, and though her struggling increased, the mercenary kept an iron grip on her. Her hand increased its speed, as Schokolade's laughter increased its intensity, and soon she was laughing helplessly. She was completely powerless to stop the tormenting hand at her stomach that was causing said helpless laughter, just as she was powerless to keep it from drifting over to her hip, where it happily squeezed some not so happy laughter out of her love handles, while Chiquita continued to smile her lazy smile.
Next she slid her hand upwards to Schokolade's ribs, where she took pleasure in digging her fingers in between them as if she was playing a piano. The upward climb continued until the hand had slid under her arm into the smooth and sweaty armpit it was hiding, where its nails wrecked havoc on poor Schokolade. This continued for several minutes, before finally she was given a moment of rest. Already she was a wreck. What parts of her face that weren't hidden by the sweaty blonde hair plastered to it had turned bright red. Worse for her, the break she had was not an act of kindness, but simply the result stopping to flip her over before Chiquita straddled her waist. Now one hand held her arms above her head, while the other descended on her. It was the same hand that had been extracting her delicious laughter moments ago, but with her flipped, now it was her other side it tormented.
Like before, she started bottom, and worked up. Only this time, her legs blocked access to Schokolade's hips, but with her armpit was stretched taut, she had simply traded a rather ticklish spot for a very ticklish spot. Soon she had nails raking up and down her the tight, sensitive hollow, and Schokolad absolutely screamed with laughter. It wasn't long, however, before they were interrupted but the person both had been waiting for. A slim, pale white woman with white hair down to her waist. The sister of Chiquita's boss, Koko Hekmatyar.
“Kasper send his apologies for not being able to deliver your request personally” she said, nodding towards the briefcase she had carried in, while continuing to tickle her hapless victim. Koko, however, was more focused on said victim, who was continue to struggle in vain while laughing helplessly.
“I didn't know the CIA was invited to our meeting” she said with a note of amusement in her voice.
“Nor did I” replied Chiquita “so I thought I'd teach her about crashing parties”
“Koko, please, I came here to give you information. Make her stop, I'm too ticklish, she's going to drive me insane” Schokolade begged through her laughter, hoping that maybe her role as an informant to the weapons dealer might get her out of this. Unfortunately, Koko ignored, and instead said to Chiquita “looks like you can barely hold her down. Would you like an extra set of hands?” Chiquita simply grinned as Koko squatted down beside the pair.
Before, Schokolade had been able to struggle enough that Chiquita had to divert some of her efforts into keeping her from escaping. The CIA agent had likewise managed to prevent herself from being manoeuvred into a position where Chiquita could restrain her, meaning the hope of freeing herself was ever present, albeit slim. This changed now that Koko entered the fray. Chiquita was able to now use both arms to hold Schokolade in position while Koko bound her arms. Her arms were tied behind her back, both at right angles, like a backwards straightjacket, with several zip ties wrapped around them. Her ankles were likewise bound. The two woman now placed her face up, with Koko straddling her hips, and Chiquita lying under Schokolade's legs, wrapping her own around them, so she was sitting cross legged on her back. With Schokolade bound, she now no longer had to worry about holding her arms as she began to strip off her shoes and socks, revealing a cute pair of sizable feet with light blue nail polish that matched her eyes. Another zip tie soon bound her big toes together. Finally, a length of cloth was wrapped several times around her head, cutting off all vision, and as she would soon find out, increasing her sense of touch, and with it, ticklishness.
In spite of Schokolade's increasingly frantic pleas, the two woman soon went to work on her. Koko's fingers dug into her hips, while Chiquita scratched up and down her naked soles. Poor Schokolade freaked out. It had already tickled bad enough when she was able to squirm away somewhat from the tickling fingers, but now, she was truly helpless. Barely able to move her feet or sides away from the tormenting digits, she had no choice but to endure the relentless tickling. She had no idea anything could tickle so bad. She especially didn't realize just how ticklish her feet were, but she was becoming intimately familiar with their sensitivity now, as Chiquita's nails ran up and down the soft skin. Koko's fingers, meanwhile, quickly found the most sensitive spots on her sides, and and mercilessly pressed her fingers into them, ignoring Schokolade's screams for a break. Exploring more thoroughly then Chiquita had, she got a particularly good reaction from the spot where the armpits met the sides, and pressed her fingers in hard, enjoying Schokolade's attempts to forces her hands away with what little mobility her upper arms had. And all the while, in addition to her attempts to block her pits and pull back her feet, she tried to break free of the zip ties and stop laughing. She failed all 4 goals. “At least the tickling can't get much worse, unless a third weapons dealer or bodyguard is around here” she thought. Fortunately, no third tickler was coming. Unfortunately, it could still get worse.
Watching the CIA agent's feet squirm in helplessly ticklish torture was really starting to turn on the busty bodyguard delighting in said torture. So while Koko continued her torment up and down Schokolade's sides, always returning to the point between pits and ribs, Chiquita lifted up her own shirt and pulled Schokolade's legs under the tight fabric, between her breasts. She then wrapped her arms around her chest, enclosing the squirming legs in her ample rack. Schokolade quickly realized her legs were completely immobile, unable to budge even an inch. At least Chiquita couldn't tickle her without hands, rights? The answer came soon enough when Chiquita lifted her head, her warm breath giving just a few seconds warning before she began to run her tongue up and down the helpless feet in front of her. The smooth feet were a delight for her to lick, especially as their owner screamed in ticklish laughter as a result. Chiquita was quite happy with her current method, and more so, it was beginning to turn her on. Having the CIA agent laughing at her mercy (or lack thereof) had been arousing on its own, but getting the same effect from enjoying the taste of her soft feet was almost too much.
Noticing the increase in laughter, Koko turned back. Her surprise at seeing Chiquita lick up and down the feet caught between her breasts soon turned to lust of her own. She slid the front of Schokolade's shirt up over her breasts, and quick as a flash, unhooked her bra in the back and flung it away before applying her nails to the ticklish tits. Schokolade's laughter reached a new height, but that wasn't her only problem. It had only been somewhat noticeable when the tongue was going up and down her feet, and she had managed to wave it off as her imagination. But now that Koko's nails were teasing her ticklish breasts, there was no mistaking it: she was getting turned on. Being unable to see, which had made her feel so much more ticklish, both from heightened sensation of touch and from being surprised by every change in ticklish technique, also seemed to be amplify the erotic sensations of the two woman’s tickling. The tickling of her chest made sense, sure, but how was the horribly ticklish licking of her feet arousing her? Not that it mattered. All that mattered was that in addition to the tickle torture, now she was also feeling a growing need for release from more then the zip ties. Of course, they likely would not grant it, nor would she dare sink low enough to ask. The only thing worse then having them pleasure her while she was helpless would be having them know that she was quickly becoming desperate enough that she would happily let them even if she'd had a choice.
Maybe Chiquita did realize how turned on her captive was becoming, maybe she was just looking for another way to assert control, or maybe she was just trying to vicariously relive herself. Regardless of the reason, without stopping the ticklish licking, she reached down one hand, keeping the other wrapped around her chest and pulled off her own boots, revealing, quite surprisingly, that the tough as nails bodyguard apparently enjoyed wearing pantyhose. What's more, being cooped up in combat boots day in and day out gave them a rather pungent smell. Koko and Schokolade both noticed it nearly immediately, and to their surprise, both found the strong smell aroused them even more. Chiquita, meanwhile, continued her task, using her feet to work down Schokolade's sweatpants, who, between being weakened from the tickling and arousal at the though of what was happening, offered only token resistance. Finally, she slid one foot under the newly revealed panties, damp everywhere with sweat, and damper with something else at the front, and began to massage Schokolade's crotch, who, in return, let out a gasp before laughter swallowed it up again. The smooth material easily glided back and forth over her crotch, quickly bringing her arousal to new heights.
Koko, meanwhile, followed suite, and bent forward, resting on her knees and forearms, while burying her face between Schokolade's breasts. The pleasure increased even more as she got to work, while her hands, resting by Schokolade's armpits, forced their way under her arms and did some work of their own. Her laughter continued, but the gasps and moans were now noticeable through it, especially as Chiquita's foot became faster and more rhythmic. Her other foot, meanwhile, began to poke around Koko's crotch under her skirt, where it was quickly discovered that Koko was wearing a pair of sheer white pantyhose... and nothing else. As soon as she felt the slippery feeling of nylon on nylon, Koko, without thinking, hiked up her skirt before going back to tickling. Meanwhile, Chiquita, who was loving the sensation of rubbing her nylon covered feet over Koko's pantyhose even more then Schokolade's bare skin, put her hands to work at Koko's feet, quickly removing her shoes before lightly scratching at the soft nylons. Enough to make her laugh against Schokolade's chest, but not enough to cause her to try and pull her feet away. As she did, she began to nibble Schokolade's feet, who despite the intense tickling it caused, mostly kept them still, because though it tickled worse, the hot breathe against her sensitive feet still felt somewhat arousing. She quickened her own feet even more, and soon both woman gasped as they had their orgasms almost at the same time.
Not letting up for a second, Chiquita returned her hands to her chest, holding Schokolade's feet perfectly still as she continued to nibble the soles, and now stuck her stinky, sweaty, pantyhose feet right in Schokolade's face. Seeing potential, Koko, still tickling Schokolade's armpits, began to kiss the tips of the nylon covered toes, now causing Chiquita to moan. It was evident her feet were also quite sensitive, perhaps even more so then the other two. Schokolade' meanwhile, no longer turned on, was now free of distractions from the horrible tickling, and had to deal with the sweaty pantyhose in her face. Koko turned her nails to the soles, which she found were quite fun to tickle, the smooth nylons letting her nails glide over them. Chiquita, meanwhile, was discovering how badly nails could tickle against nylons, but she continued to torment the feet in front of her, laughing even as she nibbled them. In addition, she was also starting to moan, and Koko realized just how sensitive her feet were, the tickling alone enough to pleasure her. Koko turned to some nibbling of her own, placing the toes in her mouth and nipping at their base as her nails continued to work over the smooth and slippery soles. Schokolade finally got some relief from all but the smell as Chiquita, torn between laughing and moaning, lost focus on tormenting her soles, and soon it was her turn to have an orgasm, this one from just her feet alone.
