“I said we would not lay a finger on you and I always keep my word. Jerry, break out those FS9’s you have in your bag.”
Your associate ‘Jerry’ sports a huge grin on his face as he reaches into his bag. He brings out two small devices. They look like metal sandals but the flat part is covered in circular brushes of varying size and softness. Jerry immediately went about strapping them to the bottom of Lisa’s feet; being especially careful as to ‘not lay a finger on her’. Lisa was sporting a mixed look of horror and confusion.
“What are you doing?! Please, just let me go! I did what you asked! Haven’t I’ve been tickled enough?!”
Your crew was smiling at Lisa’s frantic attempt to escape more tickling. Within a minute, Jerry had finished attaching his machines to her feet. He looked at you for final verification and with a nod from his boss, switched the machines on.
Lisa’s protests immediately turned to panicked laughter as the brushes rotated against the surface of her feet. Each brush was programmed with a varying speed and push against her soles to provide an ever-changing, unmercifully torturous foot tickling. Lisa closed her eyes and threw her head back while belting out unending laughter. She pulled at her restraints with what little strength she had remaining; if not to escape, then to provide some distraction from the unceasing brushes that violated her poor bare feet.
You continued to watch with undisguised joy. This may not be the worst tickling your gang has given her over the course of the last two days, but damn it was up there. After a couple of minutes you remembered you had an appointment to keep with an equally attractive (and hopefully equally ticklish) woman. You called your group to order.
“Gentlemen, ladies, it is time to continue on to the next phase. You all have your assignments. Good luck.”
The team started to gather their stuff and file out of the room. As they did, you turned to your associate, Jerry.
“Hey Jerr, how long is the battery life on those FS9’s?”
Without looking away from Lisa’s delightful torment, he answered.
“At current speed, those will last nearly 17 hours of continuous operation.”
“Good.” You replied. “In 16 hours, call me up and remind me to come back here…”
Your face broke out into a grin as you finished your sentence:
“With fresh batteries.”
You turned and made your way out of the room; Lisa’s laugh-riddled cries for mercy slowly drowning to the background. You walked out of the deserted warehouse and jumped in your car. Within a couple of minutes, you were at the previously established pick-up point: an abandoned retail store far enough from the public eye to make your next abduction. You park your car and look for Jennifer and your man following her.
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