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Flora stood atop a roof of a tall building, looking down at the Yuletide decorations and ornamentations covering the streets and buildings below her. She resides near a tent, binoculars in hand and psionic powers as a radar to pick up stray thoughts. ‘Nothing suspicious going on.’ She thinks to herself as she looks down at the festive streets and spots a man in bright-colored service clothing.

“Flora, your next mission is to guard the charity donations and the Agency’s Encrypted and Equipment Load until it reaches [REDACTED]. Benjamin Johnson is our community and civil director for this city. Meet up with him and head to your post.” Flora nods and turns off the ear communicator and heads to the meet-up spot.

“Ah, you must be my escort! I’m Benjamin Johnson, the main coordinator of this Yuletide Festival and Parade! I’ve set up multiple surveillance posts for you and here’s my special watch for those in my employ. Keep it on at all times, just like an ID or badge.” He says as she nods and takes it. “I will be at my post and monitor from above.” “I und-” She had disappeared before he could finish as parade workers approached Benjamin.

‘Alright, the target HAS to be here!!’ ‘You said at the last three spots, you idiot!’ Flora came back from her recollection and prepared herself, setting down the binoculars and draws her holstered gun, setting the slightly futuristic gun to ‘Stun’, levitating some stray bricks and rebar and moves around the tent slowly. “She ain’t here, either!!” “Check the perimeter or someth-” The bricks and rebar fly and hit the three interlopers as she rolls and takes aim, shooting 3 short, electric bursts at them. Two were struck as the third one dives into the tent. Her gun charges up as she slowly walks to the tent, only for a screech to ring out in her mind.

‘A psionic attack!?’ ‘Yes, Agent! Prepare to fall!!’ Flora gathers herself and builds a massive amount of slivery, psychic energy and fires at/into the tent, but the energy turns pink and flies back at her. A tingling numbness engulfs her as she passes out from an intense migraine. She groans as her eyes flutter open to bright, fluorescent lights and gray, metallic room, only in her sports bra and tight, yet flexible shorts.

“That ‘woman’ is powerful!!! Redirecting that attack nearly wiped me out!!!” “Do not worry, you’ll sti-’ The room shudders and trembles as a sphere of psychic energy forms above Flora and is fired at the two men talking. One man holds back the sphere changing the silver to pink and hurls it back at Flora, the tingling numbness hitting her again, but she manages to stay conscious as the psychic man collapses to the ground, exhausted. Two women and three men enter, two men carry away the psychic as the two women get close to Flora.

Flora begins to focus, but no psionic energy builds, confusing her. “Agent Flora, we simply want the location of your next dropoff or else we will have to break you.” “You can’t break me. Nothing you try will faze me.” She says matter-of-factly, a stoic expression on her face. The two women giggle as the man approaches and stands behind her. She realizes her position and growls lowly. Her arms were raised and strapped to a gel-metallic board in a Y-fashion, she sits on a cushioned seat with her legs stretched in front of her and her feet locked in stocks.

“Tell us where you're dropping off your cargo and you can leave. Or else……” “I’m not talking. Do whatever to me, but I will not break.” Flora states as the ladies click their tongues as the intercom clicks on. “You are in the clutches of my best ticklers, Agent. The psychic you faced uses Knismokinesis and has greatly increased your sensitivity by redirecting your psionic power back at you. This trio can break anyone and they will break you, Agent.” ‘Tickle Torture?’ She thinks as she went through a couple briefings and a minor endurance test on it. Nothing of note, but the ‘Knismokinesis’ had her dumbfounded.

The intercom clicks off and a soft touch caresses her body, making her squeak and wriggle. “Sensitive, Agent?” “Ihihif I ahaham?” She snaps back cooly as she giggles a bit, her skin crawling from the touch. Feathers lightly stroke over her feet, toes, legs, stomach, sides and armpits. “Mmmmm, she’s wiggling~ Sooooo cute!” “Hehe, look at her legs and tummy quiver~” “Hey!! Calm down!! We haven’t started yet!!” The man says sternly as the women roll their eyes and nod, dropping the feathers.

Flora takes a breath and yelps, then giggles wildly, a blush appearing on her body. Long, sharp yet dulled nails scratch and poke at her feet, toes, calves, knees, thighs and belly as short, manicured nails scribble at her pits and sides. “GehehEHEEEAhahaaa!!!! THIHIHIhiiis wohohohon’t BREEHEAHAHAk me!!!” “We’re just warming up, Pinkie!” The woman at her thighs says with a smirk as the trio stop, walk over to a cart full of oddities, grab a paintbrush and a jar of thick, clear yellow liquid. She tilts her head and smells an extremely strong and sweet scent. “What is that smeeeeeheheheeell!!!!” She lets out a flood of giggles and squeals as the cold liquid is applied to her armpits, belly, legs and feet. “WHAHAHAHAT aharharhare youhuUHUHUHU DOHOHOHIHIhihing!?!?!” Laughs start to pour out of her mouth as she tries to maintain composure, her powers not even flickering to her whims, as her body tingles and squirms, the brushes drawing out laughter from her lungs.

“No need to get so worked up! This is a special mixture to keep you nice, sensitive and tasty!” “You’re gonna be a delectable toy, Agent~” The women tease as Flora gasps, squeals and laughs. The trio stop and look her over as Flora glares at them in utter disgust. “What’s that look for, huh?” “Perverts. Degenerate perverts that prey on a person’s fear of being exploited. Turning a person into a toy of your personal desires. And your male compatriot is probably into men, probably because he was bullied a lot and takes his pent-up aggression out on them.

The trio go silent and glare, heading back to the cart of tools to pick up handscrubbers, head back to Flora and proceed to scrub her body furiously. The bristles were stiff, slightly rough and very flexible, scratching and sliding over Flora’s skin ruthlessly and easily.

“HEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! IHIHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHOHOHOO BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHD!!!!!! YOUHUHUHUHUHUUU FREHEHEHEHEEEAKS!!!!!!!” Flora screams out as she thrashes vigorously in her restraints, a blush spreading over her body, her laughter echoing in the room, her powers still not answering her calls.

“Is the laughter starting to hurt, Agent?” “Look at these feet! Struggling and trying to hide!” “Don’t you dare pry into my head!!! Coochie Coochie!!!” The trio talk down to Flora, tickling away at her defenses, trying to scrub out resistance. “GAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! YOUHUHUHUHU’LL GEHEHEHEHEEEET NOTHIHIHIHIHING FROM MEHEHEHEEEE!!!!!!” She was far from breaking. Her throat was scratchy and dry, her body ached and throbbed, sweat dripping from her as the ticklers grumble angrily and stop, heading back to the cart.

“Cease the interrogation, we hacked her communications device and picked the dropoff location. Leave her here and meet up in the main office.” The intercom clicks off as the man growls and begins fiddling with Flora’s restraining setup and heads out the door with the cart as the women follow him. She takes deep breaths as she felt the tremble of her powers in the deepest parts of herself as she felt vibrations. “Wha-” Before she could finish her sentence, robotic hands burst free from her restraint rig and attacked her body. Scratches, squeezes, strokes, pokes, and more covered her body in a ruthless tickle attack.

“RELEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!! AHAHAHAHAEHEHEEEHEEEE!!!!!” She shouts desperately into the metallic room as she felt fingers, feathers and bristles explore and exploit her vulnerable body. Tears stream down her face, sweat coats her body as pain radiates throughout. Darkness surrounds her as the tickles cease and she relaxes, catching her breath as the rumble of her psionic powers fill her body.

“She’s in here!” A voice calls out as heavy footfalls sound out as hands undo the restraints and carry her out.

‘Mission Summary: After Agent Flora’s disappearance, Benjamin Johnson moved the delivery loads and the pickup location, while sending out the, now, false pickup location. The watch given to Flora was a tracker, which gave the Agency the coordinates to the capture point. The group is being pursued by the Agency, thanks to Flora’s detailed description of her captors. Flora has been granted a reprieve from duties until the New Year. Mission Summary: Complete.’

“Ehehehehe, wahahatch it!! Ihihihi’m stihihihill sehehehesitihihive!!!” She says as she squirms and wiggles in her spot on the couch, a small blush on her cheeks and soles. Benjamin gently and playfully teases Flora’s left foot with his hands as he licks and kisses her right foot that is pressed against his face. Flora decided to spend her time away from the Agency with Benjamin as both a thanks and a way to better interact with the public for future assignments. Benjamin agreed happily, but with only one condition, some time playing with her feet. While against it, it was the least she could after he ensured the mission’s success.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah, that feels strange……eeheheep ahahaha, so weheheird!!!” As his tongue travels across her soles and toes, confusion and amusement bubbles up inside as she lets him have his fun. ‘Keep a note of this. My feet may be of optimal use in the future.’ Flora will now keep note of a targets’ fetishes to better ensure mission success. “How long until you’re done?” “I’ll be done once you pull your feet away!” She huffs and turns her head, wiggling her toes. “Whatever, keep going until you’re satisfied.”

Description
Flora stood atop a roof of a tall building, looking down at the Yuletide decorations and ornamentations covering the streets and buildings below her. She resides near a tent, binoculars in hand and psionic powers as a radar to pick up stray thoughts. ‘Nothing suspicious going on.’ She thinks to herself as she looks down at the festive streets and spots a man in bright-colored service clothing.

“Flora, your next mission is to guard the charity donations and the Agency’s Encrypted and Equipment Load until it reaches [REDACTED]. Benjamin Johnson is our community and civil director for this city. Meet up with him and head to your post.” Flora nods and turns off the ear communicator and heads to the meet-up spot.

“Ah, you must be my escort! I’m Benjamin Johnson, the main coordinator of this Yuletide Festival and Parade! I’ve set up multiple surveillance posts for you and here’s my special watch for those in my employ. Keep it on at all times, just like an ID or badge.” He says as she nods and takes it. “I will be at my post and monitor from above.” “I und-” She had disappeared before he could finish as parade workers approached Benjamin.

‘Alright, the target HAS to be here!!’ ‘You said at the last three spots, you idiot!’ Flora came back from her recollection and prepared herself, setting down the binoculars and draws her holstered gun, setting the slightly futuristic gun to ‘Stun’, levitating some stray bricks and rebar and moves around the tent slowly. “She ain’t here, either!!” “Check the perimeter or someth-” The bricks and rebar fly and hit the three interlopers as she rolls and takes aim, shooting 3 short, electric bursts at them. Two were struck as the third one dives into the tent. Her gun charges up as she slowly walks to the tent, only for a screech to ring out in her mind.

‘A psionic attack!?’ ‘Yes, Agent! Prepare to fall!!’ Flora gathers herself and builds a massive amount of slivery, psychic energy and fires at/into the tent, but the energy turns pink and flies back at her. A tingling numbness engulfs her as she passes out from an intense migraine. She groans as her eyes flutter open to bright, fluorescent lights and gray, metallic room, only in her sports bra and tight, yet flexible shorts.

“That ‘woman’ is powerful!!! Redirecting that attack nearly wiped me out!!!” “Do not worry, you’ll sti-’ The room shudders and trembles as a sphere of psychic energy forms above Flora and is fired at the two men talking. One man holds back the sphere changing the silver to pink and hurls it back at Flora, the tingling numbness hitting her again, but she manages to stay conscious as the psychic man collapses to the ground, exhausted. Two women and three men enter, two men carry away the psychic as the two women get close to Flora.

Flora begins to focus, but no psionic energy builds, confusing her. “Agent Flora, we simply want the location of your next dropoff or else we will have to break you.” “You can’t break me. Nothing you try will faze me.” She says matter-of-factly, a stoic expression on her face. The two women giggle as the man approaches and stands behind her. She realizes her position and growls lowly. Her arms were raised and strapped to a gel-metallic board in a Y-fashion, she sits on a cushioned seat with her legs stretched in front of her and her feet locked in stocks.

“Tell us where you're dropping off your cargo and you can leave. Or else……” “I’m not talking. Do whatever to me, but I will not break.” Flora states as the ladies click their tongues as the intercom clicks on. “You are in the clutches of my best ticklers, Agent. The psychic you faced uses Knismokinesis and has greatly increased your sensitivity by redirecting your psionic power back at you. This trio can break anyone and they will break you, Agent.” ‘Tickle Torture?’ She thinks as she went through a couple briefings and a minor endurance test on it. Nothing of note, but the ‘Knismokinesis’ had her dumbfounded.

The intercom clicks off and a soft touch caresses her body, making her squeak and wriggle. “Sensitive, Agent?” “Ihihif I ahaham?” She snaps back cooly as she giggles a bit, her skin crawling from the touch. Feathers lightly stroke over her feet, toes, legs, stomach, sides and armpits. “Mmmmm, she’s wiggling~ Sooooo cute!” “Hehe, look at her legs and tummy quiver~” “Hey!! Calm down!! We haven’t started yet!!” The man says sternly as the women roll their eyes and nod, dropping the feathers.

Flora takes a breath and yelps, then giggles wildly, a blush appearing on her body. Long, sharp yet dulled nails scratch and poke at her feet, toes, calves, knees, thighs and belly as short, manicured nails scribble at her pits and sides. “GehehEHEEEAhahaaa!!!! THIHIHIhiiis wohohohon’t BREEHEAHAHAk me!!!” “We’re just warming up, Pinkie!” The woman at her thighs says with a smirk as the trio stop, walk over to a cart full of oddities, grab a paintbrush and a jar of thick, clear yellow liquid. She tilts her head and smells an extremely strong and sweet scent. “What is that smeeeeeheheheeell!!!!” She lets out a flood of giggles and squeals as the cold liquid is applied to her armpits, belly, legs and feet. “WHAHAHAHAT aharharhare youhuUHUHUHU DOHOHOHIHIhihing!?!?!” Laughs start to pour out of her mouth as she tries to maintain composure, her powers not even flickering to her whims, as her body tingles and squirms, the brushes drawing out laughter from her lungs.

“No need to get so worked up! This is a special mixture to keep you nice, sensitive and tasty!” “You’re gonna be a delectable toy, Agent~” The women tease as Flora gasps, squeals and laughs. The trio stop and look her over as Flora glares at them in utter disgust. “What’s that look for, huh?” “Perverts. Degenerate perverts that prey on a person’s fear of being exploited. Turning a person into a toy of your personal desires. And your male compatriot is probably into men, probably because he was bullied a lot and takes his pent-up aggression out on them.

The trio go silent and glare, heading back to the cart of tools to pick up handscrubbers, head back to Flora and proceed to scrub her body furiously. The bristles were stiff, slightly rough and very flexible, scratching and sliding over Flora’s skin ruthlessly and easily.

“HEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! IHIHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHOHOHOO BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHD!!!!!! YOUHUHUHUHUHUUU FREHEHEHEHEEEAKS!!!!!!!” Flora screams out as she thrashes vigorously in her restraints, a blush spreading over her body, her laughter echoing in the room, her powers still not answering her calls.

“Is the laughter starting to hurt, Agent?” “Look at these feet! Struggling and trying to hide!” “Don’t you dare pry into my head!!! Coochie Coochie!!!” The trio talk down to Flora, tickling away at her defenses, trying to scrub out resistance. “GAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! YOUHUHUHUHU’LL GEHEHEHEHEEEET NOTHIHIHIHIHING FROM MEHEHEHEEEE!!!!!!” She was far from breaking. Her throat was scratchy and dry, her body ached and throbbed, sweat dripping from her as the ticklers grumble angrily and stop, heading back to the cart.

“Cease the interrogation, we hacked her communications device and picked the dropoff location. Leave her here and meet up in the main office.” The intercom clicks off as the man growls and begins fiddling with Flora’s restraining setup and heads out the door with the cart as the women follow him. She takes deep breaths as she felt the tremble of her powers in the deepest parts of herself as she felt vibrations. “Wha-” Before she could finish her sentence, robotic hands burst free from her restraint rig and attacked her body. Scratches, squeezes, strokes, pokes, and more covered her body in a ruthless tickle attack.

“RELEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!! AHAHAHAHAEHEHEEEHEEEE!!!!!” She shouts desperately into the metallic room as she felt fingers, feathers and bristles explore and exploit her vulnerable body. Tears stream down her face, sweat coats her body as pain radiates throughout. Darkness surrounds her as the tickles cease and she relaxes, catching her breath as the rumble of her psionic powers fill her body.

“She’s in here!” A voice calls out as heavy footfalls sound out as hands undo the restraints and carry her out.

‘Mission Summary: After Agent Flora’s disappearance, Benjamin Johnson moved the delivery loads and the pickup location, while sending out the, now, false pickup location. The watch given to Flora was a tracker, which gave the Agency the coordinates to the capture point. The group is being pursued by the Agency, thanks to Flora’s detailed description of her captors. Flora has been granted a reprieve from duties until the New Year. Mission Summary: Complete.’

“Ehehehehe, wahahatch it!! Ihihihi’m stihihihill sehehehesitihihive!!!” She says as she squirms and wiggles in her spot on the couch, a small blush on her cheeks and soles. Benjamin gently and playfully teases Flora’s left foot with his hands as he licks and kisses her right foot that is pressed against his face. Flora decided to spend her time away from the Agency with Benjamin as both a thanks and a way to better interact with the public for future assignments. Benjamin agreed happily, but with only one condition, some time playing with her feet. While against it, it was the least she could after he ensured the mission’s success.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah, that feels strange……eeheheep ahahaha, so weheheird!!!” As his tongue travels across her soles and toes, confusion and amusement bubbles up inside as she lets him have his fun. ‘Keep a note of this. My feet may be of optimal use in the future.’ Flora will now keep note of a targets’ fetishes to better ensure mission success. “How long until you’re done?” “I’ll be done once you pull your feet away!” She huffs and turns her head, wiggling her toes. “Whatever, keep going until you’re satisfied.”