Furry February Part 1/4 - Spy Training (Patreon)

Spies need to be taught how to withstand any torment. Resisting mind games, toughing out physical challenges, but many organisations overlook one of the simplest yet most humiliating forms of interrogation - the devious art of tickle torture. What's a spy to do when her cute little soles are being tortured by spidering hands and scrubbing brushes? Laugh and laugh and laugh and break!

The organisation has decided to implement a new tickle training program. New recruits are warned about it when they enter, but they have to train their most experienced spies too. What would be more humiliating than for a stone-faced steel-nerved secret agent than to crumble into a giggly mess upon having her plush, tender feet tickled? Should a finger or a feather be her downfall? Certainly not! Even if she scoffs at the idea, she eventually agrees to go through training. It's only safe!

Strapped in with her feet elevated in stocks, she wiggles her toes and is told that she has to take it for three hours. If she needs help, she can call for the scientists and they'll free her, and schedule her another training session so she can try again. This one's determined, though - she'll never crack! No mere tickling will get to her!

...Or so she thinks, until the hands come out. It starts with just a finger, gliding up and down, and she realises this'll be harder than she thought. One finger, it's only one finger, she can take it... then it's a whole hand, scratching at her soles, then another joins it, pulling at her arches, then a brush begins to scrub at the hyper-sensitive stems of her toes and she begins to scream with laughter, bouncing in her seat, twisting her feet helplessly away from the brushes' reach to no avail...

One bounce too many causes her tight leather suit to burst open, the zipper snapping and exposing her soft breasts, the cool lab air hitting her hot skin. Exposed, laughing hysterically, feeling her oiled soles being mercilessly tickled as they scrunch and squirm without relief - she feels herself shamefully getting wet, heat pooling between her thighs, clad so tightly in leather that she can't help but feel every drip. Her face heats up and her sensitivity heightens as she realises she's enjoying it. A lot.

Well, at least this means she'll be less likely to talk if someone tickles her in the field. And she still has over two hours left on the clock - plenty of time to sit back, scream her mirth to the ceiling, and succumb to the maddening pleasure of her ticklish torture.

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The first of the furry February rewards! Hope you guys love this one, I adore how it came out! These are based on suggestions made by fist13, one of my $6 patrons - who doesn't love to see a little tickle torture? Especially on a tough, cute spy who just loves it!

Part 2/4 coming soon, so keep an eye out!