The English Rose (f/f)

Postby SheffieldMatt » Thu Nov 13, 2008 12:11 pm

“Now will you tell us where the micro-chip is?” snarled the increasingly agitated sergeant.

Despite her exhaustion, Sarah Miller shook her head. It’d been hours since she’d last seen daylight, and she had no idea how long she’d been down here for. Copper-red hair was plastered to her forehead and her brilliant blue eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape route. Her jaw ached from the large black ball gag which was strapped securely in her mouth. Drool dripped continually down her chin and onto the scuffed table below.

“Look, we know who you are, we know why you’re here, why not just tell us and save yourself all this torture?” reasoned the attractive sergeant.

Sarah studied the tall army girl with grudging admiration for her looks. The sergeant stood dressed in camouflaged trousers with knee high army boots, and a tight-fitting black t-shirt. Her long black hair was tied back in a pony tail. Sarah on the other hand lay on the table in a white vest, skinny black jeans; however her boots and socks lay discarded in the corner. Her slender wrists were tied to her ankles in a hogtie fashion, and her two big toes had been bound together with some twine.

For hours now, the sergeant had had the stunning red-head bound and gagged on the splintering pine table. Some instruments lay next to Sarah’s taut stomach. Carefully, the sergeant picked up a small wire brush. Fingering its bristles she turned to face her nervous captive.

“Hmmm....I wonder, are the rumours true?” she began, grinning wickedly, “Are you red-heads really the most ticklish?”

Sarah screamed into the gag at this. As a secret agent she’d endured electrocution, being semi drowned, she’d even been poisoned and had the antidote administered just in time before she died, but she knew being tickled was the one thing she wouldn’t be able to cope with.

The sergeant laughed callously as she reached out with her slender fingers and smoothed her fingertips across the red-head’s dainty feet.

“Ooh such soft English soles!” purred the Russian sergeant. “And such ticklish little toes!” she laughed as she started to gently tickle in between Sarah’s shapely toes. Sarah bucked and thrashed under this delicate torture, her toes wiggled and splayed out trying to avoid the sexy Russian’s probing fingers. Sweat beaded on her forehead and neck as she wriggled under the torment of her captors merciless tickling. Then it stopped.

“Awwwh my poor English baby.” Giggled the sergeant wickedly. “Such cute feet,” she smiled evilly, before kissing Sarah’s soft arch. “Are you ready to talk now baby?”

Sarah looked up, and nodded glumly. Quickly the Russian woman removed the leather strap from the back of her head.

“It’s in my locker at the train station.” Sarah sniffed. Her jaw ached and the lower part of her face was sore from the drool. “What happens now?” she questioned fighting back the sting of tears.

“Now?” asked the sexy Russian, “Now you are mine baby-girl.”

Re: The English Rose (f/f)

Postby Daniel » Thu Nov 13, 2008 1:44 pm

Nice start you got here!

Keep it up.

It never pays...

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:50 pm

..for the helpless secret agent to spill the beans! They're never just let go--luckily for us...

Fun tale you have here!
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

Re: The English Rose (f/f)

Postby Boundgal08 » Mon Nov 17, 2008 1:07 pm

Cool story so far :D:D cant wait too hear the rest :D:D
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