The Agency: Welcome to Hell

Since you’ve all been such good boys and girls, here’s the next part of my new series, The Agency.

If you haven’t read Introduction and Orientation, they can be found here.

https://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...y-Introduction

https://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...cy-Orientation




“You brought this on yourself. Welcome to hell bitch.” Those words reverberated through Natasha’s head.

She had never experienced anything like the torture session she had been put through. For hours, Natasha had been tickled out of her mind, then edged to the point of orgasm only to have it ripped away by more tickling.

After Dr. Summers left the room, Jennifer produced a bottle from the belt on her hip. She smirked at Natasha, then sprayed it in her face. When she awoke, she was back in her cell.

Natasha’s muscles ached from pulling against her bonds. Her ribs and stomach hurt from laughing. She could barely sit up and eat the food that had been left on the tray. But hunger is a great motivator. She’d never admit it, but she regretted refusing breakfast. And the nutrient shot she was given for lunch didn’t fill her stomach.

After dinner, she laid back on the cot and just dropped off into a deep sleep. Mercifully, the lights in her cell dimmed as she slept.



Natasha awoke, quite against her will as the lights in her cell blared. The voice of Dr. Summers came through the speaker. “Good morning, it’s time you woke up and started this morning’s exercises.”

“Ugh… I’m sore fuck off!” Was Natasha’s response. It was easy to see from her portly body shape that exercise was alien to her.

“I don’t remember asking your opinion.” Dr. Summers said, pressing a button. The bed retracted into the wall, forcing Natasha to roll off into a standing position or hit the floor.

“You fucking bitch! I nearly fell!” Natasha shouted, clenching her fists in anger. It was false bravado, as sore as she was it wouldn’t be much of a fight.

“And I applaud you for catching yourself. Now we’re getting behind schedule, it’s already after 6 am.” Dr. Summers said.

“I’m not doing anything you skinny four eyed bitch.” Natasha said, trying to assert herself.

“I don’t recall giving you a choice.” Dr. Summers said, pressing another button.


The metal floor under Natasha began to warm, within seconds it was hot. “Ow… ow… shit!” She hissed, and began to lift her feet.

Her legs were pumping, knees thrusting in the air like pistons as she did an impromptu dance. “Hot… hot… hot… fffffuck!” In desperation she made a hopping run to the toilet, hoping to sit and find some relief.

“Ah ah ah…” Dr. Summers mocked her as a plexiglass wall slammed down, cutting off her path to relief.

Natasha cried out, frustrated. “Let me off this floor!”

“Trying to order me around won’t work. In case I haven’t made myself clear, you have no authority here. Your lies, threats, bullying, and manipulations are useless.” Dr. Summers said.

“It’s hot!” Natasha whimpered. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d exercised this much.

“I’m sure it is. That’s the point.” Dr. Summers replied, watching her closely.

“My feet are burning!”

“No, they won’t burn. I’m monitoring the temperature. But I imagine it’s quite uncomfortable.”

Sweating, panting desperately, legs tiring, Natasha had no choice. Swallowing her pride, she tried a plea. “Please stop… it’s too hot.”

Immediately the floor began to cool. Natasha let out a loud sigh of relief feeling the cold metal under her hot feet. The bed slid back out from the wall, and the plexiglass shield lifted.

“Very good, once you’ve accepted that resisting will get you absolutely nowhere, we can get started.” Dr. Summers said, taking a sip of coffee as she monitored Natasha’s vitals on her tablet.

“What do you people want from me?” Natasha asked, on her hands and knees, making her way back to her bed.

“I’ll be happy to tell you. It’s said that when one is in prison, they’re paying a debt to society. I don’t think that’s true, not really. It’s essentially the grown up version of getting a time out. But you’re not really helping anyone are you?” Dr. Summers answered, then took a bite from her strawberry bagel.

“So what you’re telling me is that you kidnapped me, put me in prison, and you’re going to torture me until I wail and cry about how sorry I am? That’s not gonna happen.” Natasha said, her attitude beginning to return as the bottoms of her feet cooled from red to pink. “I’m an American, I’ve got rights, and I want a lawyer.”

“Shush.” Dr. Summers said, admonishing her like a schoolteacher would a small child. “Like many who wind up here you abused your rights, and you flagrantly impinged on the rights of others.”

“What about my life? My family, my job, my…” Natasha shouted, poking her chest for emphasis.

“I imagine by now that they’re wondering why you haven’t shown up for work for the last couple days. No phone calls, no texts, no social media, no nothing. And I suppose the police looking for you is inevitable.” Dr. Summers replied, leading the conversation.

“Yeah! They’re going to pull the cameras at work, they’ll see you kidnapped me! Then you’re going to be the one in prison!” Natasha smiled, and stood up, wincing from slightly sore feet. “I’m getting out, and I’m going to spill everything!” She was practically floating with confidence now, and Dr. Summers decided to pop her balloon.

“Oh you mean this one?” A panel slid up on the wall, revealing a flat screen monitor. Video footage from a security camera outside the store played. It showed Natasha walking to her car. A trash bag blew by, clinging to the camera and blocking the view of Natasha and her car. Her heart sank.

“No….” Natasha whispered, feeling hope leak away like air from a balloon.

A moment later, and it blew away. A man walked into view and saw Natasha lying on the sidewalk and started dialing his phone, then began CPR. A minute, perhaps two passed and an ambulance pulled up. She was loaded into be back and driven away.

“But what about the hospital? My medical records will show I wasn’t…”

The video cut out, and on the screen were medical documents saying that Natasha had fainted from a preexisting, but unknown blood pressure condition. She was released and picked up from the hospital.

“Our operatives are quite good, flawless actually. The Good Samaritan who found you, the ambulance drivers, the doctor and hospital all work for us. Forging your signature on the release papers was easy.”

“No…” Natasha stared in disbelief. “No you can’t, you’re breaking the law.”

“Oh, I do hope the police get involved. They’ll probably even search your apartment for clues to your whereabouts. I wonder what they’ll find. Maybe they’ll find your deposit slips from the bank. You know, when you drop off the money from the cash registers. Minus what you’ve been embezzling and using to manipulate your way to the top.”

Natasha turned white as a ghost, her heart sank further. It had been a perfect scheme. Bribing her computer hacker nephew to fudge the cash register receipts, then handing him a job in the store where he could help her shuffle things around further.

Buying Shannon’s loyalty, along with threats and intimidation ensured her silence. Once she was firmly in her upper management position, she would bring in more friends or relatives and surround herself with loyal people like a crime boss.

But without her presence, without being around to control everything, it would unravel. It was only a matter of time before the castle of lies Natasha had built came crashing down. She had to get out of here.



“That’s enough tv. Here is today’s itinerary. After breakfast, you’re scheduled for morning exercise. You’ll get to rest of course, then lunch will be served, followed by afternoon exercise. Finally dinner will be served, followed by evening exercise.” Dr. Summers said, finishing her own breakfast.

Natasha didn’t speak, her mind was ablaze like an author after a long bout of writer’s block. There had to be a way out.

“No mean comment? Good. Enjoy your breakfast and I’ll catch up with you later.” Dr. Summers said, just before Jennifer brought in a tray of food.

“You’d better eat up. It’s a long time until lunch, and you won’t be laying down today.” Jennifer said, never taking her eyes off Natasha.

Natasha’s eyes however drifted toward Jennifer’s belt, taking stock of potential weapons. Handcuffs, an extending baton, a taser, and that knockout spray.

She turned, and walked out the door leaving Natasha to scheme quietly as she ate breakfast.



“Please return your tray through the slot, then we’ll continue this morning’s exercise.” Dr. Summers said, loading the exercise program.

Natasha had focused her mind’s energy on escape. *I don’t know how you managed to set all this up, so I’ll play your game, bitches… for now. But nobody does this to me.*

She feigned compliance and stood up. Plexiglass shields slid down from the ceiling, blocking off a 9x9 square in the center of the room. Natasha watched, making mental notes.

“The floor tiles of your cell are three feet by three feet. And they have multiple functions, two of them you’ve felt already. Once this morning’s exercise starts, you’ll feel the third.”

“Can’t wait.” Natasha rolled her eyes. *Cant wait until I’m out of here, I’m going to wring your skinny little neck.*

“Begin.” Dr. Summers spoke, the tiles under Natasha’s feet glowed a golden yellow, and immediately she felt an electric shock.

“Yaaaahaaaaooowww! Fuck!” Natasha yelped with equal parts pain and surprise, falling backward and hitting her ample rump. The soles of her feet throbbed, and her body felt somewhat frazzled.

“What the fuck are you trying to do? Electrocute me?!”

“That’s a very low amperage shock. It won’t kill you, but I would think it does hurt.”

“Yes it hurt! You godaaaaaaaaa! Hot!” Natasha’s curse was cut short as the tiles under her rear glowed red, rapidly heating up. She rolled backward, onto the third set of tiles. Too angry to remember the first function she became acquainted with.

Natasha angrily got to her feet and slammed the plastic wall with her fists and forearms. It was like watching a petulant child throw a tantrum.

“Let me out of here! Let me out! I’ll fucking killhihihilllhilllll…” this particular threat once again dissolved into giggles, then full blown laughter. These tiles glowed blue, and produced a tickling sensation.

Natasha tried in vain to lift her feet off the tickling floor tiles, but as one foot was spared being tickled, the other one was subjected to ticklish sensation. She couldn’t help but chuckle, and laugh. The nerve endings in her feet had been stimulated by the heat and electricity, and this tickled worse than yesterday.

“Shiiiiiiiiihihihihitttt!” Natasha laughed, with a much more bubbly giggle than even she expected. She pressed her back against the wall, and tried in vain to climb it like Spider Woman. The every inch of her soles relentlessly tickled with each desperate hop.

Quickly turning and watching the floor with panicked eyes, she waited until the red from the middle section faded. Once it cooled, she leapt landing in the middle. She was breathing hard, the latest bout of being tickled renewed the soreness in her ribs.

Her respite didn’t last however, as the floor tiles began to glow that soft space heater red. The floor felt like a hot kiss at first, the warmth bloomed until it felt like standing on sun baked asphalt.

The tiles behind her still glowed blue, the tickling was active. With no recourse, she quickly moved her feet over to the electrified section.

After being shocked, scorched, and tickled the few seconds of coolness under her feet was like heaven.

Only a few seconds ticked by until the floor glowed yellow, and jolted the bottoms of her feet with a painful shock. “Aaaah! Hnnnn! Owwwww!”Natasha yowled, and began her unwilling dance again.

Each shock was like being stung by an angry wasp. Even after even lifting her foot away, it still throbbed.

Frantically hopping about made it difficult to think, her body was acting on the instinct of self preservation. The one thing she did know that while being tickled was unpleasant, at least it didn’t hurt. The middle section hadn’t yet cooled which meant she’d have to endure another hotfoot to reach the other side.

“Aaaaaaaowww! Hot! Hot! Hot!” Natasha squealed as she hopped gingerly across the hot floor. As her feet cooled, she moaned in relief. The inevitability of this brief relief washed over her as she took a breather.

“This is ridiculous! Shut this floor off!” Natasha barked, bashing the wall with her forearm. She knelt forward, leaning on her knees.

“You still haven’t accepted reality have you?” Dr. Summers said clinically. “Besides, your scheduled exercise period isn’t over.”

“I’m not going to dance around like a trained monkey anymore! Shut this off and let me out!” Natasha growled, she refused to accept this as her fate.

An answer came in the form of the tile under her feet glowing red. Natasha leapt to the tile next to her. “That’s not fair! This section is only supposed to tickle… fuck! Ow!” She yelped as the this tile jolted her already overstimulated feet.

She began hopping from tile to tile, each of them either hot red or electric yellow. Her feet stinging and throbbing.
“Sh… shut it… off… hurts!”

“Are you going to behave?” Dr. Summers asked, her finger hovering over the control button.

“Yes! Too… h…hot…” She was panting, running out of breath. She could drop to the floor to relieve her feet, but would she wind up barbecued?

“So you’d rather be tickled?” Dr. Summers asked.

“Yes!… Tickle me… please…” Natasha begged, feeling as if her feet were going to melt.

“As you wish.”

“Mmmmmmmmm….” Long moan poured from Natasha, the cool tiles were blessed relief on her hot soles. She dropped to the floor, covered in sweat, letting her feet cool off.

“Since you’ve chosen to be tickled instead of participating in todays exercise, we’ll begin immediately after your nap.” Dr. Summers said, her clinical tone was now more like a tour guide or a flight attendant.

“Wait… wha….?” Before Natasha could react, the familiar scent of the anesthetic gas hit her. She lacked the strength to resist.



Natasha awoke, the fuzziness of her deep sleep wore off quickly as she realized that she couldn’t move. She would have screamed, but the ball gag prevented her. All that came out was a muffled groan.

“Oh good, you’re awake. We’ve still got a couple hours before lunch. Let’s get started.” Dr. Summers said, keying in the commands

Natasha had only one thought as she felt the vibrating metal balls locking into place. *“You brought this on yourself. Welcome to hell bitch.” *

As they began the ticklish vibrations, Natasha screamed inside her mind.