POW- part II

From the author of “De marteling van Demoniah “? and “het gevangenenkamp “? in the bondage-category AUTHOR’S NOTE: First let me say that my first language is NOT English, so you might find a lot of spelling- and grammar errors in this story. I hope this doesn’t stop you from reading it. Second, I have to say that I’m NOT the author of “Prisoner of War (part I) “?. I just really liked the story and I wanted to write a sequel. I found it on an other site that doesn’t exist anymore. I can only hope that the author of the first story doesn’t mind. PRISONER OF WAR PART II. What happened in part I? During the beginning of the Gulf War Lt. Kathleen Somers’ reconnaissance plain was shot down over Baghdad. After having received proper medical treatment she was brought to an interrogation room. There she was introduced to Marsha, a famous CNN reporter, who was also captured by Iraqi troops. Kathleen was an attractive woman, who stood 5’5 “? in her stocking feet, and weighed about 115 lbs. had an athletic build body with short blonde hair, and pretty blue eyes, she was a knock out, witnessed Marsha being cruelly tickle tortured by dr. Jamal, an somewhat older Iraqi who was their interrogator but who said that he wasn’t really interested in information but only in tickling her, and his mysterious female assistant who is dressed in traditional clothes. And now the conclusion… A few minutes later Marsha was tickled into destruction. You have to understand: after two weeks of intense tickle torture, here resistance was rather low. “Now,’ dr. Jamal said turning to Kathleen, “My superiors are interested in your troop positions, troop strengths and the specifications of the US jets. Is there something you want to tell us right away concerning those issues or are my assistant and I going to have the privilege of tickle torturing you?’ “Lieutenant Kathleen Somers, United States Air Force, number 78533904,’ was all Kathleen said in an attempt to look strong in the eyes of her tormentors. “Very well,’ Dr. Jamal said, “Let’s see how strong you are’. The woman in traditional clothes, who was the assistant of Dr. Jamal, kneeled down next to Kathleen and after Dr. Jamal clapped his hands, she just used the nail of her index finger to “travel “? from Kathleen’s heel all the way up to the big toe of her right food. Kathleen knew that her feet where NOT the most ticklish parts of her body (she believed her pits were), but still the sensation was overwhelming. It seemed like every nerve in her foot was activated. Her first reaction was to try to pull her foot away, which was of course absurd since she was well tied. The finger travelled the opposite way now: from her big toe to her heel. And afterwards again from her heel to the ball of her feet; up and down, up and down. Always the same steady movement with the same one finger. First Kathleen could control herself, but after the third stroke, she began to giggle. This seemed to trigger a strange reaction with her tormentor: she brought more fingers into play now and soon her ten fingers tickled both Kathleen her feet. This made Kathleen giggle more, but she felt like everything was still in control. Her tormentors weren’t happy with that and so Dr. Jamal said something in Arab to his assistant and she stopped tickling. The master himself assumed control now. With one hand Dr. Jamal hold Kathleen’s toes backwards and started to tickle with his other hand under and in between her toes. This obvious tickled more and Kathleen tried more to pull her foot away … without success. Her tormentor tried his nails on different parts of her foot and again found her toes the most receptive. Lt. Somers started to laugh more now, but again she felt like she was still on top of things… more or less. Without a warning dr. Jamal now attacked her ribs through her army T-shirt that she was still wearing. While he was counting her ribs, she was squirming and giggling. After a few minutes an Iraqi soldier entered the room. Dr. Jamal didn’t seem very happy with this interruption and after a short discussion with the soldier, he turned to Kathleen: “You will have to excuse me: it seems that I have been asked urgently in an other prison to interrogate an other, more important prisoner. But don’t worry, I won’t be long’. Although Kathleen was happy that the tickling stopped, she felt that she had done rather well, way better than she had expected. She hadn’t talked and she didn’t gave the bad guys the satisfaction of laughing too much or begging. Kathleen and Marsha were brought to a different cell and Kathleen decided to lie down on the bed which she found reasonably comfortable. She felt asleep immediately and some time later she was brought back to the interrogation room. This time she was told to lie down on a table and was bound spread-eagle. The first thing she noticed was just how HOT it was in the room: possibly more than 30 degrees Celsius. Dr. Jamal’s assistant was already in the room and she ordered the guards to leave. For the first time Kathleen heard the sound of her voice. “I believe we haven’t been properly introduced yet,’ she said while walking slowly around the table, “My name is Aisha and before I earned the right to be dr. Jamal’s apprentice, I have found myself many times in your current position. As a matter of fact when Dr. Jamal returns later today I will be again because earlier I failed to make you suffer. You made me look like an incompetent fool and now I’m going to take revenge on you. Now, is there something you want to tell me?’ Kathleen was in trouble now and she knew it. “Lieutenant Kathleen Somers, United States Air Force, number 78533904,’ was all she said. Aisha smiled. “Let’s get a little bit more comfortable shall we,’ she said and she produced a long knife. Before Kathleen could think what she was going to do with that, Aisha cut open Kathleen’s shirt and boxer shorts. She was now naked and felt embarrassed lying there with no means to cover her breasts and private parts. Kathleen’s pubic hair was only partially trimmed. The fact that Aisha undressed too didn’t make her feel less uncomfortable. Kathleen was surprised that Aisha was such a beautiful woman (her traditional clothes had covered all that): she was a 25 year old slender girl with long black hair almost reaching her buttocks, a D-cup, and great, great legs. Kathleen couldn’t help noticing that she wasn’t shaved: Aisha had well developed pubic hair. “So your feet aren’t ticklish he. Let’s see what is,’ she said while sitting down next to Kathleen at the edge of the table. With a smile on her face she started tickling Kathleen’s sides. Kathleen started giggling and squirming. To her surprise, she was able to move a few centimetres and so she was constantly trying to escape her tormentor’s fingers. “I can see that you’re more receptive here,’ she noticed while doubling the speed of her fingers. Aisha now fondled Kathleen’s breast, which didn’t enjoyed that, but was happy that the tickling stopped. Aisha seemed to like it and after she sucked Kathleen’s nipples, she started to tickle them and by extension the whole breasts. Kathleen squirmed and giggled more. Apparently happy with the start, Aisha stepped off the table and opened a suitcase she had brought with her and which was apparently filled with all kinds of tickling equipment. Among the things Kathleen could see where several feathers, brushes and cotton balls, but also a bottle of baby-oil and an injection. Aisha selected with care a stiff feather and brushed the tip of her nose. To Kathleen’s surprise, this made her giggle. Aisha gave the underside of her chin a few quick sweeps of her feather as Kathleen tried to pull away. A few more tickles under her jaw line had set her giggling. Aisha ran the feather slowly across her jaw to her right ear then down her neck to her shoulder. When Kathleen recovered, she watched as the plume travelled up one side of her arm to the elbow and down the underside toward his armpit. As the fronds drew closer to the fold under her arm, the feeling became more intense. “Does this tickle, my love?’ Everywhere but there, Lt. Somers thought, and she giggled louder. “Oh, yeah…she loves that! Let’s try right here…’ She guided the tip of the feather to a spot along the front edge of her exposed armpit, but she still didn’t really enter the armpit. Nothing done to Kathleen so far had tickled as much as this did! Somers fought her bounds again and thanks to the rather large opportunity of movement her given for some reason, when putting a lot of effort in it; she could rather effectively escape the feather… for a very short time. Still she ran the feather teasingly up and down her side from the edge of her pit down to her hip. A second feather brought into play made the same movement at her other side. Lt. Kathleen Somers started to laugh louder and arched her back. Now the feathers began moving in little tickles down her sides and made their way toward her belly. Kathleen found herself drawn to raise her head and watch as the teasing quills progressed lower on her body. Finally, the tips of the feathers found his navel and lower abdomen and danced there for a short period. It didn’t seem very effective there because Kathleen could move too much. By this time Kathleen was already sweating. “Now honey, I think I have a pretty good idea where your weakest spot is. Shall we go and explore it?’ Aisha asked. Somers was preying that Aisha has figured out an other spot than her pits. But deep in herself she new it was in vain: the only reason Aisha had ignored her pits till now was that she wanted to keep the best for the last. Aisha putted the tip of the feather at her elbow and ran it very gently towards her pit. Lt. Somers hold her breath, but when the feather reached the upper boundary of her pit, she started laughing loudly. The feather now ran up and down, up and down the pit, exploring every single millimetre of it. Soon Kathleen was hysterical and she was trying all kinds of manoeuvres to escape the feather: arching her back, pulling her arms towards her body in an effort to “close of “? her pit. The manoeuvres where fairly successful. Aisha produced a second feather and started teasing Kathleen’s second armpit. Her powers where leaving her body fast now: after ten minutes her efforts to escape the tickling were a lot less. She started begging now: “Please, pleeeaas no more, I can’t take it anymore’. “But we’re only getting started my dear. Just lie down and enjoy the ride,’ Aisha teased and she changed weapons. “You might find these to tickle more,’ she said and showed Kathleen two painting brushes. Soon the hundreds of little hairs stroked Kathleen her pits. She felt like she was losing every control of her body: she was so tired from fighting her bounds that she could hardly move. The brushes had taken complete control over her, she wanted to beg, but couldn’t stop laughing. Sometimes the brushes travelled of there pad to tickle her breasts. Kathleen was suffering from that badly too, but when the brushes went back to her pits … that was horrible. After another 45 minutes of that Kathleen’s athletically build and otherwise very fit body was now completely exhausted and she was all sweaty. “I can see that you’re a bit tired. Let’s take a little break shall we,’ Aisha said and magically the tickling stopped. Kathleen, who could now start to regain her breath, was relieved. But, before she could say anything, Aisha planted an injection needle in her tummy. “While we are waiting for that to take effect, let’s change your position a bit shall we,’ Aisha said while she loosened the bonds on Kathleen her hands and stretched her arms completely above her head before binding them again. This came like a shock to Kathleen: So she DOES knows how to bind me effectively. She only bound me loosely so that I would fight and exhaust myself completely. Well, she did very well. Indeed Kathleen was completely exhausted by this time. Aisha now grabbed the bottle of baby-oil and climbed on the table: she was now sitting on her knees on the table with Kathleen between her legs. She started massaging Kathleen’s breasts with the oil. Aisha seemed to enjoy this and smiled while paying extra attention to the nipples. While Kathleen tried to get as much air as she could, she tried to think what the injection could have done to her, but she wasn’t granted much time, because very soon Aisha putted some oil on her pits and gently started tickling again. “No, no please,’ Kathleen begged with big eyes, “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but please don’t tickle my pits again.’ “Let me think, mmmm, no, I think I will tickle you some more,’ Aisha teased while flicking her nails gently in Kathleen her pits for a minute or two. By that time Lt. Somers’ attention wasn’t completely devoted to the tickling: she felt a familiar feeling. She was getting turned on! She couldn’t believe that, how was that possible. She felt like her body was betraying her. Aisha, who saw Kathleen’s nipples erect, said: “I can see that my little tickle slave is getting turned on. Well my dear, I’ll have to take the blame completely on me. You see, that’s the effect of the injection.’ Aisha bent over and rubbed her big sized breasts against Kathleen’s. Kathleen, who wasn’t lesbic at all couldn’t help that the sexual energy was building up in her body and she moaned while she felt the soft touch of Aisha’s pubic hair on her belly. Aisha sucked now Kathleen’s nipples while resuming the tickling on her underarms a bit. Kathleen needed to get an orgasm bad now and so she was rather happy when Aisha climbed off the table and started massaging Kathleen’s clit with the baby-oil. Kathleen was embarrassed, but felt she would have an orgasm soon now and was happy Aisha was helping her. But suddenly she was sure she wouldn’t be able to have an orgasm and her idea was affirmed… While stopping massaging Kathleen’s clit Aisha said: “Oh, I forgot to mention the injection doesn’t only turn you on, but also makes it impossible for you to have a climax. For you to be able to do that, I have to give you a second injection. Do you want it now?’ Kathleen felt like her world was falling apart: the sexual energy kept building up inside of her, she needed that injection badly “Yes please, I beg you, give me the injection!’ “Oh, I’m sure you can beg better then that,’ Aisha said while putting baby-oil on Kathleen’s inner thighs and her complete pubic area. Aisha took back the painting brush and started tickling Kathleen’s private parts. Kathleen felt like she was going to explode: her private parts turned out to be as ticklish as her pits and like that wasn’t enough she felt all this sexual energy lying on the tip of her clitoris. “Please, I can’t take this any more, please… I will do anything you want…’ “Just be a nice little girl,’ Aisha said and the tickling continued for an other 30 minutes. By that time sweat drops where running all over Kathleen’s body, who in combination with the baby-oil, gave her a shiny look and she was babbling incomprehensively. Aisha was finally satisfied and so she gave her the second injection. Kathleen needed little help and moments later she had a rock-hard orgasm. “You Americans, always so proud. You should just see yourself right now,’ Aisha said while fondling Kathleen’s hair, “now; my boss gave me this list of questions he wants you to answer. To be honest, I’ve no idea what all these things mean, but I hope you do. Let’s just start with the first one shall we? Oh, and euh, I advise you to answer them, because to be honest, I don’t think you would be able to endure a few more hours of this.’ Aisha asked the questions and Kathleen answered them to the best of her ability. It was as simple as that. She had no resistance left. Fortunately, she thought, none of these questions handle really secret matters so I’m not telling them anything they can’t find out any way. The complete torture took more than five hours and after a “goodbykiss “? and the promises that there would be a lot more questions, two guards brought her back to her cell. They had to carry her. That night Lt. Kathleen Somers slept like a baby. The next day she was brought back to the interrogation room where Dr. Jamal and Aisha were waiting for her; this time Aisha was fully dressed again. “Well lieutenant, I heard you’ve been cooperating well after all yesterday. I was glad to hear that Aisha refound her specialities. I had to punish her anyway yesterday-evening. This time Kathleen was put standing against a wooden bar with her hands bound above her body. “I heard that my assistant found your weak spot,’ dr. Jamal said while he just used his thumbs to test her armpits and the reaction was immediate, Kathleen started laughing, “oh yes, I can see she was right.’ That afternoon Kathleen was tickled for seven hours non-stop. Only her pits where on the program that day. Basically Aisha and Dr. Jamal tickled her for one hour each and then they switched. The tormentor who stopped most of the time went away (Kathleen couldn’t find out if they went drinking coffee so to say or tickling an other prisoner), but sometimes he would stay and enjoy the show. Dr. Jamal’s favourite tickling tools where two cotton balls, who he moved very slowly up and down, up and down her pits; Kathleen found this the worst. Aisha loved the brushes more. Sometimes, when Dr. Jamal was out, Aisha would fondle Kathleen’s breasts and pussy. Kathleen learned to enjoy that because it meant that the tickling stopped for a short period. After three hours of intense tickling Kathleen was exhausted and couldn’t really stand on her legs anymore, so she was more hanging on her bounds. After the session, the questions came. Today they were about the specifications of the U.S. jets. Most of the time Kathleen basically lied to the interrogators figuring out that they wouldn’t know it anyway. And… it worked. The next day her feet were on the program again. Kathleen was put on her knees and tied well, so she couldn’t move. It seemed like Dr. Jamal and Aisha had a bet running about if Kathleen could be made laughing only tickling her feet. Aisha -who had probably told Dr. Jamal that she could- did all the tickling that day. Kathleen was indeed brought to laughing rather soon, but although she suffered that day and was brought to sweating again, she didn’t found this comparable to the upper-body tickling. This went on every day: each day one specific part of her body was on the program (she was somewhat relieved if it were her feet, scared to death if it were her armpits.) Some days she was tickled in a separate room, other days in the same room as Marsha or someone else she didn’t knew. At the end of each session she was asked questions which she lied to. The war lasted for six weeks and so did this routine. Needless to say these were the six longest weeks of her life. Immediately after the far, Lt. Kathleen Somers and the other POW’s were exchanged with Iraqi prisoners and she returned safely to the U.S.A. THE ENDtttt???? ???? ???? ???? ???? ???? ???? ???? Did Kathleen after the war attended a job with Special Operations? Did she have her revenge on Dr. Jamal and Aisha? Exactly how did Dr. Jamal punish Aisha? What was Marsha’s role in this? If you want to know, give me good grades or make a request, and I will publish part III ___________________________________________________________________________ “