Reporter: Mr. Mark Johnson, thank you so much for sitting down for an interview with Moment Magazine. Your company Globo Tech has pioneered research in climate science and made leaps and bounds with your new Carbon Neutralizer.
Mark Johnson: Thank you for having me, we are very proud of our work at Globo Tech. We are the first to create anything like the Carbon Neutralizer and we believe it can greatly improve our future on this planet.
Reporter: Could you tell us a little bit more about how it works?
Mark Johnson: Sorry, it is a company secret, only me and my business partner who also happens to be my wife Sarah know the full components of the Neutralizer.
Mark Johnson and his wife Sarah, both 33 years old, had conquered the corporate world with their company Globo Tech. They had made billions before they turned 30 and their new product the Carbon Neutralizer could trump it all. No other company had come close, no rival could even say they had a prototype that came close. Mark finished his interview and was escorted to his private car. He was being driven back to his private jet, when he picked up his cell phone and in a very matter of fact tone, he said “Hello, are we all set?” The reply came back to the affirmative.
The car came to a stop on the tarmac right in front of Mark’s jet. As Mark climbed aboard, he was greeted by the pilot “Hello Sir, going straight back to Johnson Manor?” Not today, Pete, I think we’re going to go somewhere tropical. The pilot just smiled and nodded, closing the cabin door behind Mark. Soon the engines roared to life and the plane was on its way.
Johnson Manor was more of a large compound, that housed numerous buildings including two swimming pools, three guests house a tennis and basketball court and of course the living quarters for Mark and Sarah. Lurking in the bushes just on the outer edge of the living quarters were three figures in all black, faces completely covered by hooded masks. One held up a pair of binoculars and looked inside, finding what they were looking for, they turned to the other two and said in a muffled voice, it’s just the wife home let’s move in.
The figures had studied the security system inside and out and moved with ease around the yard without tripping any motion detection or being seen. They easily moved through an unlocked door that led them into the kitchen. They slowly approached their target who was watching a movie, and the volume hid their approach. Caught completely unaware, she was startled and unable to fight back as she felt a black gloved hand go over her mouth and arms begin to pull her off the couch. One of the intruders had her wrapped in a tight bear hug, easily controlling her 5’2 frame. The third captor stood no more than a foot in front of her and pulled out a picture. Holding it up to her face said with a voice changer hiding the true voice “Confirmed that this is Sarah Johnson.” Her blue eyes just about popped out of her head but couldn’t do anything as the trio dragged her into the kitchen. With ease the three intruders secured her to the kitchen table with her arms directly above her head and her legs slightly spread.
Completely unable to move, she still had a black gloved hand stopping her from speaking when one of her captors spoke up again hiding their voice with a voice changer. “Mrs. Sarah Johnson, we are here to extract information about the Carbon Neutralizer. We know that you are privy to all information on the project. We will only ask once, anything but complete capitulation will not be accepted. Now please tell us about the Neutralizer.” The gloved hand slowly lifter from her mouth, and she began to scream “No please you do mmmmmmpphhh.” Just like that a gag was slammed into her mouth again rendering her voiceless. “We will now begin 30 minutes of alternative interrogation techniques, we will try again after that.” One of the captors walked to the side of her, taking off their black gloves. She was too terrified of the statement “interrogation techniques” to notice the long red manicured nails that were just freshly exposed.
The long red nails made their way to each of her elbows, and began to slowly slide down her arms. She began to squirm unintentionally, still not grasping what was about to happen. Now on her biceps she began to sense where the nails were heading, and she could not believe it. Her white tank top left her completely defenseless as the nails found their way into her smooth underarms. She screamed from behind her gag as the nails began to spider into her pits. Her entire body was trying to pull free, but even after a few minutes of the underarm tickling she was beginning to lose her strength. In the moments she could keep her eyes open she could see the other two intruders just staring at her without any emotion as if she wasn’t suffering. Those moments were few and far between, especially as the fingers began to dig into to her hallows. If she didn’t have a gag in at this point it wouldn’t have mattered, she was quickly thrown into bouts of silent laughter. It had only been a few minutes of her 30-minute ordeal, she didn’t know if she could do it but she didn’t have a choice, all she could do was laugh.
Eventually the tickling stopped, and for the first time in 30 minutes the nails were no longer in contact with her skin. She was struggling to catch her breath and her face was bright red. Without giving more than a moment of respite again one of them held up the picture and said “We know this is you Mrs. Sarah Johnson, we are here to extract information about the Carbon Neutralizer. We know that you are privy to all information on the project. We will only ask once, anything but complete capitulation will not be accepted. Now please tell us about the Neutralizer.” Her gag was unclasped and she began to scream “That’s noo mphhhhh” The gag was quickly slammed back in and the captor said “We will now begin 30 minutes of alternative interrogation techniques, we will try again after that.” Without any further words they began to remove her shirt, pulling it over her head leaving her entire upper body bare except for her tan bra. Still trying to catch her breath, and wildly terrified, her stomach was visibly moving up and down with each breath. She knew what was going to happen, she watched as the red nailed fingers moved closer to her midsection. But it didn’t matter, she again started to scream she they began to squeeze around the sides of her tight stomach.
While her midsection wasn’t as ticklish as her underarms, she still screamed through the 30 minutes as they squeezed her sides, poked her ribs, scratched at her belly. The worst was her bellybutton, however. The single red nail was devastating as it delved deep into her innie bellybutton. It felt like ticklish hell when the finger was in there. No one had ever tickled her like that before. Her sides and belly were as red as her face when they finally stopped. She started to hysterically cry when she heard one of her captors say while holding the picture “We know this is you Mrs. Sarah Johnson, we are here to extract information about the Carbon Neutralizer. We know that you are privy to all information on the project. We will only ask once, anything but complete capitulation will not be accepted. Now please tell us about the Neutralizer.” They removed her gag, she tried to scream quickly “it’s noottt mphhhh” The gag was again put back in and again her captor said, “We will now begin 30 minutes of alternative interrogation techniques, we will try again after that.”
At this point the captor, who had done none of the speaking or tickling brandished a pair of silver scissors. Her eyes bulged wide open with a new sense of fear. Up until now they hadn’t hurt her only tickled her, were they losing patience? Her fears were both relieved and amplified as he grabbed the waist band of her black leggings and began to cut. In seconds her leggings were cut to shreds leaving her lower half in just her black thong and white ankle socks. She had never felt so exposed, tied in just her underwear in front of people tickling her for information. She did not have time to ruminate too long on the thought as she felt the dreadful red nails begin to lightly glide up her shins toward her knees. She was able to keep her composure as the dainty finger squeezed above her knees and scratched along the back side. This didn’t detract from her torture for too long. Soon the nails began lightly gliding along her thighs making her shift uncomfortably. The light sensations would have been unbearable in any other situation. For long minutes the nails agonizingly glided slowly up and down her thighs, with each pass moving up higher and higher along her legs. When they finally reached her upper inner thigh, the finger rested for just a split moment on either side of her panties before they began to dig in. She again exploded with laughter this was one of her most ticklish spots. She began to whip her brown hair back and forth it was all she could do against the ticklish feelings. It was no use though, the hands just kept digging into her soft, vulnerable, exposed skin. Multiple time the red nails would sneak under the fabric of her panties just touch the outside of woman hood, sending new jolts of unexpected energy through her poor body.
As it had done the previous three times the tickling stopped suddenly and the picture was again thrust into her face, the gag was slowly removed, and she tried to scream “My siii mphhhhhh” again the gag was unceremoniously shoved back into her mouth. This time she continued to scream like a mad woman unable to take to torture anymore and unable to do anything about it. Her tickler and captor who had cut her pants off began to walk down to the bottom of the table toward her feet. As they grabbed the top of her socks and began to peel them down, she flailed her feet furiously trying anything to get them to stop. It was no use; in seconds her size 7 feet were bare, and the lead captor said, “we will begin our alternative interrogation technique for 60 minutes as you have two feet.” She froze in fear, her feet were the most ticklish part of her body, as the fingers crept closer and closer to her soles, she knew there was nothing she would be able to do for the next hour but laugh.
She screwed her eyes shut and waited for the red nails to make contact with her soles, but what she felt tickled just as bad but felt completely different. She looked down and the captor who had cut her pants off had pulled his mask up to above his nose and was nibbling and licking the toes of her left foot while his long beard lightly moved up and down her sole. She was disgusted by the feeling she hated her feet being touched, mostly because of how ticklish she was. The idea of someone using their tongue on her toes was not her idea of a party. She couldn’t do anything as his tongue darted between and under each of her toes but laugh, using his tongue to tickle her he was able to use both hands to hold her dainty foot.
Focused on feeding frenzy going on with her left foot, she didn’t realize the oil being spread all over her right foot, in fact she forgot she even had a right foot until she felt a firm grasp pull her large toe back and five long manicured nails begin to scribble randomly from the base of her toes to her taut soles. It was as if a bolt of electricity hit her body. All at once she tensed up slamming her head back down onto the table and exploded with laughter, the gag barely able to hold back her screams. The effect was so devastating that the man stopped licking her toes and moved so he could hold both sets of toes back, this freed up all ten red nails to ravage her feet. The hour moved slowly for her, in fact it felt like it didn’t move at all her feet were deathly ticklish and no spot on her flawless soles went un attended. There was a birth mark right in the middle of her sole that caused her ticklish agony to double. Her torturers made sure to pay special attention there.
After the hour her soles were bright pink, and her body had a sheen of sweat all over. She was drooling from around her gag, she was losing her grip on reality, all she was right now was a tickle doll. Again, the picture was held up and again she was asked what she knew just before her gag was removed. All she could get out was a meek “pleassee” before again it was shoved back in. Picking up the same scissors that tore her pants to shreds, they cut the middle wire and shoulder straps from her bra and the thin waste band of her thong leaving her completely nude. She wasn’t embarrassed of her nudity in front of these strangers, she could only think about the tickling she knew would come next. She felt the red nails hovering over her freshly exposed b cups, and the man who used the scissors stood at her waist and pulled her thighs apart, she couldn’t fight him any longer. Finally, the lead captor spoke up “we will now being our alternative interrogation techniques.” As they said this, they pulled out a long white feather, punctuating their sentence with “there will be no time limit. We will continue until you capitulate.” It dawned on her that they had kept her gag in place, they were no longer interrogating her, but they were now just torturing her. Seconds later she felt the red nails descend onto her breasts and nipples while the white feather began a torturous path up and down her exposed womanhood.
Somewhere in the Caribbean
“My dear is this not paradise” Mark said to his wife Sarah, “it is my love, I am so glad I could get it set up for us.” They both laughed clinking their glasses of wine together before taking a sip. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you checked in on your sister at the Manor to make sure everything is going alright?” “I’m sure she is fine” Sarah replied “she is my twin, I’ll bet some of the staff won’t even know it’s not me. She will have the best week of her life at the Manor.”
Mark Johnson: Thank you for having me, we are very proud of our work at Globo Tech. We are the first to create anything like the Carbon Neutralizer and we believe it can greatly improve our future on this planet.
Reporter: Could you tell us a little bit more about how it works?
Mark Johnson: Sorry, it is a company secret, only me and my business partner who also happens to be my wife Sarah know the full components of the Neutralizer.
Mark Johnson and his wife Sarah, both 33 years old, had conquered the corporate world with their company Globo Tech. They had made billions before they turned 30 and their new product the Carbon Neutralizer could trump it all. No other company had come close, no rival could even say they had a prototype that came close. Mark finished his interview and was escorted to his private car. He was being driven back to his private jet, when he picked up his cell phone and in a very matter of fact tone, he said “Hello, are we all set?” The reply came back to the affirmative.
The car came to a stop on the tarmac right in front of Mark’s jet. As Mark climbed aboard, he was greeted by the pilot “Hello Sir, going straight back to Johnson Manor?” Not today, Pete, I think we’re going to go somewhere tropical. The pilot just smiled and nodded, closing the cabin door behind Mark. Soon the engines roared to life and the plane was on its way.
Johnson Manor was more of a large compound, that housed numerous buildings including two swimming pools, three guests house a tennis and basketball court and of course the living quarters for Mark and Sarah. Lurking in the bushes just on the outer edge of the living quarters were three figures in all black, faces completely covered by hooded masks. One held up a pair of binoculars and looked inside, finding what they were looking for, they turned to the other two and said in a muffled voice, it’s just the wife home let’s move in.
The figures had studied the security system inside and out and moved with ease around the yard without tripping any motion detection or being seen. They easily moved through an unlocked door that led them into the kitchen. They slowly approached their target who was watching a movie, and the volume hid their approach. Caught completely unaware, she was startled and unable to fight back as she felt a black gloved hand go over her mouth and arms begin to pull her off the couch. One of the intruders had her wrapped in a tight bear hug, easily controlling her 5’2 frame. The third captor stood no more than a foot in front of her and pulled out a picture. Holding it up to her face said with a voice changer hiding the true voice “Confirmed that this is Sarah Johnson.” Her blue eyes just about popped out of her head but couldn’t do anything as the trio dragged her into the kitchen. With ease the three intruders secured her to the kitchen table with her arms directly above her head and her legs slightly spread.
Completely unable to move, she still had a black gloved hand stopping her from speaking when one of her captors spoke up again hiding their voice with a voice changer. “Mrs. Sarah Johnson, we are here to extract information about the Carbon Neutralizer. We know that you are privy to all information on the project. We will only ask once, anything but complete capitulation will not be accepted. Now please tell us about the Neutralizer.” The gloved hand slowly lifter from her mouth, and she began to scream “No please you do mmmmmmpphhh.” Just like that a gag was slammed into her mouth again rendering her voiceless. “We will now begin 30 minutes of alternative interrogation techniques, we will try again after that.” One of the captors walked to the side of her, taking off their black gloves. She was too terrified of the statement “interrogation techniques” to notice the long red manicured nails that were just freshly exposed.
The long red nails made their way to each of her elbows, and began to slowly slide down her arms. She began to squirm unintentionally, still not grasping what was about to happen. Now on her biceps she began to sense where the nails were heading, and she could not believe it. Her white tank top left her completely defenseless as the nails found their way into her smooth underarms. She screamed from behind her gag as the nails began to spider into her pits. Her entire body was trying to pull free, but even after a few minutes of the underarm tickling she was beginning to lose her strength. In the moments she could keep her eyes open she could see the other two intruders just staring at her without any emotion as if she wasn’t suffering. Those moments were few and far between, especially as the fingers began to dig into to her hallows. If she didn’t have a gag in at this point it wouldn’t have mattered, she was quickly thrown into bouts of silent laughter. It had only been a few minutes of her 30-minute ordeal, she didn’t know if she could do it but she didn’t have a choice, all she could do was laugh.
Eventually the tickling stopped, and for the first time in 30 minutes the nails were no longer in contact with her skin. She was struggling to catch her breath and her face was bright red. Without giving more than a moment of respite again one of them held up the picture and said “We know this is you Mrs. Sarah Johnson, we are here to extract information about the Carbon Neutralizer. We know that you are privy to all information on the project. We will only ask once, anything but complete capitulation will not be accepted. Now please tell us about the Neutralizer.” Her gag was unclasped and she began to scream “That’s noo mphhhhh” The gag was quickly slammed back in and the captor said “We will now begin 30 minutes of alternative interrogation techniques, we will try again after that.” Without any further words they began to remove her shirt, pulling it over her head leaving her entire upper body bare except for her tan bra. Still trying to catch her breath, and wildly terrified, her stomach was visibly moving up and down with each breath. She knew what was going to happen, she watched as the red nailed fingers moved closer to her midsection. But it didn’t matter, she again started to scream she they began to squeeze around the sides of her tight stomach.
While her midsection wasn’t as ticklish as her underarms, she still screamed through the 30 minutes as they squeezed her sides, poked her ribs, scratched at her belly. The worst was her bellybutton, however. The single red nail was devastating as it delved deep into her innie bellybutton. It felt like ticklish hell when the finger was in there. No one had ever tickled her like that before. Her sides and belly were as red as her face when they finally stopped. She started to hysterically cry when she heard one of her captors say while holding the picture “We know this is you Mrs. Sarah Johnson, we are here to extract information about the Carbon Neutralizer. We know that you are privy to all information on the project. We will only ask once, anything but complete capitulation will not be accepted. Now please tell us about the Neutralizer.” They removed her gag, she tried to scream quickly “it’s noottt mphhhh” The gag was again put back in and again her captor said, “We will now begin 30 minutes of alternative interrogation techniques, we will try again after that.”
At this point the captor, who had done none of the speaking or tickling brandished a pair of silver scissors. Her eyes bulged wide open with a new sense of fear. Up until now they hadn’t hurt her only tickled her, were they losing patience? Her fears were both relieved and amplified as he grabbed the waist band of her black leggings and began to cut. In seconds her leggings were cut to shreds leaving her lower half in just her black thong and white ankle socks. She had never felt so exposed, tied in just her underwear in front of people tickling her for information. She did not have time to ruminate too long on the thought as she felt the dreadful red nails begin to lightly glide up her shins toward her knees. She was able to keep her composure as the dainty finger squeezed above her knees and scratched along the back side. This didn’t detract from her torture for too long. Soon the nails began lightly gliding along her thighs making her shift uncomfortably. The light sensations would have been unbearable in any other situation. For long minutes the nails agonizingly glided slowly up and down her thighs, with each pass moving up higher and higher along her legs. When they finally reached her upper inner thigh, the finger rested for just a split moment on either side of her panties before they began to dig in. She again exploded with laughter this was one of her most ticklish spots. She began to whip her brown hair back and forth it was all she could do against the ticklish feelings. It was no use though, the hands just kept digging into her soft, vulnerable, exposed skin. Multiple time the red nails would sneak under the fabric of her panties just touch the outside of woman hood, sending new jolts of unexpected energy through her poor body.
As it had done the previous three times the tickling stopped suddenly and the picture was again thrust into her face, the gag was slowly removed, and she tried to scream “My siii mphhhhhh” again the gag was unceremoniously shoved back into her mouth. This time she continued to scream like a mad woman unable to take to torture anymore and unable to do anything about it. Her tickler and captor who had cut her pants off began to walk down to the bottom of the table toward her feet. As they grabbed the top of her socks and began to peel them down, she flailed her feet furiously trying anything to get them to stop. It was no use; in seconds her size 7 feet were bare, and the lead captor said, “we will begin our alternative interrogation technique for 60 minutes as you have two feet.” She froze in fear, her feet were the most ticklish part of her body, as the fingers crept closer and closer to her soles, she knew there was nothing she would be able to do for the next hour but laugh.
She screwed her eyes shut and waited for the red nails to make contact with her soles, but what she felt tickled just as bad but felt completely different. She looked down and the captor who had cut her pants off had pulled his mask up to above his nose and was nibbling and licking the toes of her left foot while his long beard lightly moved up and down her sole. She was disgusted by the feeling she hated her feet being touched, mostly because of how ticklish she was. The idea of someone using their tongue on her toes was not her idea of a party. She couldn’t do anything as his tongue darted between and under each of her toes but laugh, using his tongue to tickle her he was able to use both hands to hold her dainty foot.
Focused on feeding frenzy going on with her left foot, she didn’t realize the oil being spread all over her right foot, in fact she forgot she even had a right foot until she felt a firm grasp pull her large toe back and five long manicured nails begin to scribble randomly from the base of her toes to her taut soles. It was as if a bolt of electricity hit her body. All at once she tensed up slamming her head back down onto the table and exploded with laughter, the gag barely able to hold back her screams. The effect was so devastating that the man stopped licking her toes and moved so he could hold both sets of toes back, this freed up all ten red nails to ravage her feet. The hour moved slowly for her, in fact it felt like it didn’t move at all her feet were deathly ticklish and no spot on her flawless soles went un attended. There was a birth mark right in the middle of her sole that caused her ticklish agony to double. Her torturers made sure to pay special attention there.
After the hour her soles were bright pink, and her body had a sheen of sweat all over. She was drooling from around her gag, she was losing her grip on reality, all she was right now was a tickle doll. Again, the picture was held up and again she was asked what she knew just before her gag was removed. All she could get out was a meek “pleassee” before again it was shoved back in. Picking up the same scissors that tore her pants to shreds, they cut the middle wire and shoulder straps from her bra and the thin waste band of her thong leaving her completely nude. She wasn’t embarrassed of her nudity in front of these strangers, she could only think about the tickling she knew would come next. She felt the red nails hovering over her freshly exposed b cups, and the man who used the scissors stood at her waist and pulled her thighs apart, she couldn’t fight him any longer. Finally, the lead captor spoke up “we will now being our alternative interrogation techniques.” As they said this, they pulled out a long white feather, punctuating their sentence with “there will be no time limit. We will continue until you capitulate.” It dawned on her that they had kept her gag in place, they were no longer interrogating her, but they were now just torturing her. Seconds later she felt the red nails descend onto her breasts and nipples while the white feather began a torturous path up and down her exposed womanhood.
Somewhere in the Caribbean
“My dear is this not paradise” Mark said to his wife Sarah, “it is my love, I am so glad I could get it set up for us.” They both laughed clinking their glasses of wine together before taking a sip. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you checked in on your sister at the Manor to make sure everything is going alright?” “I’m sure she is fine” Sarah replied “she is my twin, I’ll bet some of the staff won’t even know it’s not me. She will have the best week of her life at the Manor.”
