Information extraction specialist John Tick(le) is brought in out of retirement as a favor to an old associate. A female has been captured with time sensitive intel the Associate requires ASAP. After having attempted his own methods without success, she is transported to a safe house nestled within an upscale residential neighborhood where Mr. Tick now resides after many years of freelance work, enjoying his retirement. Never having failed a task, his methods are needed once again.

The Target arrives, bundled into a hogtie with multiple leather straps, affixed to a steel b*r that runs along her spine to ankles. A bl*ck ballgag is wedged between her teeth, keeping her protests within the confined of the safe house.

W*sting no time, she is carried inside quickly and delivered off by the Associate, carried by both he and Mr. Tick via restraints and placed upon the floor in the living room area. The Associate exits, leaving Mr, Tick to do his work.

Mr. Tick is methodical, initiating the first stage of interrogation and giving the Target every opportunity to volunteer the information to the Associate upon his return. Her big toes are pinned together with a small leather strap, with a thin bl*ck cord holding her soles in position for her introduction. Her ballgag has been readjusted, pulling it deeper into her mouth with the strap no longer affixed to the back of her head but rather the top of the steel rod, leaving it impossible to work out of her mouth. The Sphere is wedged in her arches and she is reminded that he knows her weakness - the ability to *rgasm if tickled too harshly.

Mr. Tick knows the human psyche is far too frail to resist that urge when brought to the edge, and she will eventually beg, and give over the intel freely. Mr. Tick is relentless, reminding the Target throughout her treatments that she can make it stop by speaking, though she holds fast in her defiance, offering garbled protests and insults throughout.

From her arches with the Sphere, to his fingernails scratching and dusting along the b*lls of her feet and toe stems, the Target is softened up. Tickling along the edges of her incredibly soft (unfortunate for her) bare feet.

His next technique involves a new device - the second version of Doomfeather is shown to her up close and activated, then grazed along her cheek, initiating more psy-ops, indicating whats about to happen. Working Doomfeather over her soles while pinning her knees in place. More psychology pressures her, reminding her she won’t be getting off, and Mr. Tick has ALL DAY to work.

Restraining her further by tightening the cord running to her big toes, the Shrieker is activated and continues to edge the Target, eliciting a great amount of s*ffering as she continually utters, ‘Oh G*d!!’ Into her gag while the drool starts to flow.

Finally, the new SnS Shredder is applied to her silky soles in both modes. One with a heavier point of contact, the other much lighter - painfully lighter.

The Targets ordeal has only begun.

Gebundener *rgasmus Fußfetisch B*ndage Hogtickled - the interrogation of Lithie mit C4s.com

Gebundener rgasmus Fußfetisch Bndage Hogtickled - the interrogation of Lithie mit C4s.com