Cammy captured

A small thud followed the **** body hitting the floor as the blow from Cammy felled the guard quickly. With the last of them dispatched, the blonde secret agent walked through the corridor, leaving a group of battered foes behind her. There had been twelve of them between Cammy and her target, it was a shame there hadn't been more so she could at least get a half-decent warm up from them.

Putting those thoughts to one side, Cammy strode down the corridor, the guards would be out for some time yet and she had to get on with her mission. Reports had reached Delta Red about this being a storage place for weapons for Shadoloo. She was hear on a reconnaissance mission with the ability to call in a strike team to seize the weapons when she found them.

Such a thing meant she had to move fast. Those guards were out for the count, but that didn't mean that there weren't others around and, knowing Shadoloo, there was bound to be something unpleasant to surprise her along the way. This thought made Cammy pause as she turned the corner to face another long corridor with a set of doors at the end. A faint buzzing sound, just on the cusp of hearing, raised her hackles enough to bring a hand down to her hip which held a belt holding equipment designed to help her infiltrate the compound.

Taking an aerosol from the belt, Cammy sprayed it ahead of her, revealing a large amount of motion detecting laser beams. They were spread out in a way that would have been impossible for anyone to go across the corridor and not alert them. Cammy smiled however, reasoning that maybe she would at least get a half-decent work out after all.

Taking note of the location of each beam in the corridor, Cammy took a few steps back before running forward and then launching herself forward with a front handspring. Landing on her feet, she spared no time in rolling, leaping and twisting about as she managed to avoid each beam with barely any effort. She didn't even have to keep mind on her pigtails, her confidence matching her skills with nothing disturbing the beams.

When she cleared the last beam with a somersault, Cammy landed perfectly, both feet touching the ground at the same time. The sudden click as the panel she was on dipped made Cammy react, but it was too late. The walls slid open and several wire ropes shot out with manacles on the end. Two of them gripped onto Cammy's ankles, snapping around them while the others when for her wrists, the struggle over quickly as the sheer strength of the steel being too much, even for the British agent.

With a frustrated cry, Cammy pulled at her bonds, but she was trapped, with no give on them at all. Taking a moment to bring herself under control, Cammy focused on keeping calm. The radio to call in support was at her belt. If she could somehow manage to get one arm free, she'd be able to call in reinforcements to help her before she was discovered by anyone.

This plan was dashed before it had even begun as Cammy heard the doors slide open behind her. She was found, but still hadn't given up hope completely, she knew she could get out of this somehow.

“Well, this is a fun little discovery.” A voice purred behind Cammy, one that she vaguely recognised. She tilted her head and managed to see an approaching figure coming from behind, an Amazonian woman with a white, torn top and very short shorts. The most modest thing she was wearing was a thick belt, carrying several pouches that wasn't unlike Cammy's equipment belt. A shock of pinkish-purple hair caught the eye, although the snap of a riding crop smacking her palm made Cammy realise just how **** she was right now.

“Wait... aren't you Poison?” Cammy asked, recognising her from several reports she'd read. A former criminal turned professional wrestler manager and several entertainment industries as well.

A smile went across Poison's face “So glad to be recognised.” She said with a purr “Although, I suppose not under your current circumstances.”

By now, Poison had walked around so that she was right in front of Cammy herself, who had several questions to ask “What are you doing here? I heard you'd gone legit.”

“When Shadoloo asks you something, it's wise not to say no. Especially when you consider the alternatives.” Poison said with a resigned shrug “This place used to be a Mad Gear storage place so they told me to look over the weapons being handled here or the guns wouldn't the only thing being put into a box.”

“I can help you.” Cammy said, feeling that she had an out right now “If you let me go, we can bring down this operation together.”

The smirk that appeared on Poison's face did little to reassure Cammy as her captor looked her up and down. Wearing only her customary leotard, Cammy felt that it offered no protection at all from Poison's wandering eyes and imagination “Now why would I do that when I can mix business with pleasure?”

With a slap of the riding crop against Poison's palm, Cammy fought the urge to flinch from her statement and all that it implied. She instead fought back and scowled at Poison “I'm not your toy to play with.”

“Oh, but I will play with you alright.” Poison said, bringing the riding crop up and starting to lightly brush it against Cammy's exposed armpit. Her arms and legs were splayed out, leaving her entire body **** as she was unable to bring her arms down.

Feeling the light touch in her armpit, Cammy tried to ignore it, continuing to glare at Poison, but the riding crop just continued to circle around and around her hairless pit, causing her to grit her teeth to fight back the urge to smile. What was Poison doing to her? Just simple teasing? It was annoying, but she certainly wasn't going to give her any ground by admitting that it tickled in any manner!

The matter was to be taken out of Cammy's hands however, when Poison simply reached up and squeezed her side. The unexpected feeling caused Cammy to jolt and let out a shout of laughter, the British beauty blushing in embarrassment as Poison stopped and smiled at her captive, the feeling of superiority all but oozing off her.

“Alright, so I'm ticklish. What of it?” Cammy asked, getting very snippy. She wasn't quite sure what Poison had in mind, although a dark suspicion was forming.

As if to confirm what Cammy was thinking, Poison began to draw a circle on Cammy's belly with a long fingernail, teasing her softly. It was only a soft tickle, but more intense than the riding crop by far and Cammy found herself fighting the urge to smile once more, but it was much harder now “Like I said, I want to mix my business with pleasure and tickling cute little things like you until they're complete wrecks is exactly how I get my pleasure.”

“Y-You per-pervert!” Cammy exclaimed, her outrage somewhat dulled by the fact she had to really fight back against the tickling now. Her experience with tickling was extremely limited aside from the odd playful poke to the sides from her Delta Red teammates. Actually being tied up and tickled for the pleasure of some Shadoloo degenerate? It was unthinkable!

Unthinkable or not though, it was happening as Poison began to skitter her fingers over Cammy's belly lightly tickling around her abdomen as the Delta Red agent began to squirm in her bondage. She wouldn't give Poison the satisfaction, she wouldn't! But it became increasingly hard to stick to that when she could feel the tickling crawl over her body and forcibly made a smile grow on her face.

The smile turned to outright laughter when Poison dropped her riding crop and dug both her hands into Cammy's hips, squeezing where the leotard gave way to skin. Unable to hold back, Cammy threw back her head and broke into laughter as Poison smirked up at her. Inwardly, Cammy berated herself for giving in so quickly, but it just tickled so much!

As quickly as it had began, the tickling ended, leaving Cammy blushing deeply while glowering at Poison, who merely smiled back at her. She had never been so humiliated in her life and she struggled against her bonds, eager to get her hands on Poison in order to get some much desired payback.

Poison herself simply smiled at Cammy's reaction, knowing she had the advantage now. Reaching down to her belt, she pulled out a small set of scissors from it, reaching up towards the shoulder straps of Cammy's leotard, the agent struggling as she realised what this meant “Don't you dare!”

“Like you can do anything to stop me.” Poison countered, chuckling as she did so. Despite Cammy's struggles, one strap was cut through, followed soon after by the other. Gripping onto the leotard, Poison yanked it down, tearing it as she exposed Cammy's upperbody to the open air, although she still had a sports bra to keep some of her modesty intact, not that it deterred Poison one bit.

“Well, this is definitely going to have to come off.” Poison commented as she began to pull the bra up, causing Cammy to do her best to lean over and cut her off.

“Y-You won't do this! I won't let yoOHOOOOUUOOO!!!” Cammy's protests were suddenly cut short by Poison simply scrabbling one set of fingers in her armpit, the sudden tickling sensation there cutting off her protests as distracting her long enough for Poison to pull the bra away from the body before cutting through it with her blade.

Letting the material fall to the floor, Poison paused for a moment to take in the sight before her with a lustful smile. Although her leotard still gripped her around the hips, all of Cammy's body above that was now completely exposed, her breasts catching Poison's eyes the most as they were now completely out in the open. The large pair were pale, with soft pink nipples that stood out on the skin.

“Mm, delicious.” Poison said, reaching out towards one as her fingers wiggled at it. Cammy pulled as hard as she could on her bonds to try and get away, but it was pointless as there was no slack on them for that. The moment the fingers touched her breasts, Cammy felt a wave of revulsion go through her that quickly vanished in the wake of the ticklish sensations that were being inflicted on her tits.

The light touches were barely even grazing her skin at times, but even that was enough to make Cammy start to squeal as Poison ran her fingers around the undersides and sides of her tits. The fingers skittered almost playfully, the sheer intensity of the tickle **** Cammy felt far disproportionate to the effort Poison was putting in.

“Oh, these really are a set of ticklish tits, aren't they?” Poison asked, sounding overjoyed at this discovery “Blondie has tickly titties? Come on, admit it!”

“NOOHOHOOOOO!!” Cammy cried out with as much defiance as she could muster. As humiliating as this was, she was determined to hang onto what pride and dignity she could still muster. She wasn't going to give into Poison, no matter what! Even as the tickling grew worse as Poison brought her nails over the breasts to Cammy's nipples, the blonde agent was resolved on remaining strong.

Surprisingly, the tickling stopped, something Cammy found oddly merciful, but she wasn't complaining. At least, until she saw why Poison had stopped. Her hand had gone down to her belt to pull out a small bottle. Cammy's eyes widened in horror as she saw the label proclaiming the substance to be coconut oil. Drenching her hand with it, Poison rubbed her palms together with a smile before bringing her hands up to Cammy's tits and slathering them with the oil.

Despite everything, the warm touch of the hands, covered in the sensitising oil, made Cammy flush for reasons that weren't related to her humiliation. She tried to deny it, but Poison's touch was undeniably pleasing. Mentally, she recoiled from it, but her body rebelled at the notion, the expert touch feeling so good as they kneaded her breasts.

“Oh, looks like someone's enjoying this!” Poison said, causing Cammy to groan, her nipples having gotten hard and betraying her physical desire growing from the touch “I guess you're one of those that likes to hide your kinky side, huh?”

“I-I don't h-have a kinky s-s-side!” Cammy protested, utterly refusing to bend to Poison's will in any respect.

The response to this was simple and instant as Poison changed from massaging the breasts, to tickling them. The effect of the oil was obvious as the sensitising substance made Cammy's breasts even more ticklish and Poison wasn't holding back this time. Her nails practically danced over Cammy's jiggling tits as she shook about in her bonds, howling as whatever defences she had against the tickling collapsed completely from the ****.

Poison's fingers explored every inch of Cammy's breasts, wriggling gently over the sides and undersides before moving over the front of them as well, turning from light tickles to much more intense sensations. She circled one finger around the nipples, that being the very centre of sensitivity on Cammy's breasts as she kept her long nails against the skin, not giving Cammy a moment's rest.

The sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through her made Cammy laugh harder than she could ever recall doing. With her limbs stretched taught by her bonds, she couldn't do anything to defend herself aside from thrashing her head about uncontrollably. It was unbearable! To be exposed like this in front of a criminal, **** to laugh helplessly and even be aroused by it, it truly was ****!

Not that Poison cared one part about this as her nails continued to scratch away at Cammy's large, soft breasts, focusing on the hard nipples as she began to flick her long nails against them. Oiled up and especially slippery, there was nothing to stop Poison's nails working over the nipples, flicking them over time and time again as Cammy's laughter turned more into screams.

“Wow, these really are sensitive, aren't they?” Poison taunted “I might slow down if you admit you're a kinky cutie who loves it.”

“NNEHHEEEEEVVEREHERRRR!!” Cammy screamed, refusing to play this game. As humiliated as she was, **** to laugh and writhe for Poison's delight, she wasn't going to give in. She tried to do anything to prevent herself from laughing further, but the tickling was just too powerful and even worse, the arousal was really starting to be felt. The focus on her breasts and nipples was making Cammy's head start to swim while a damp patch had appeared on the crotch area of her leotard.

“Never say never, cutie.” Poison said, her voice husky from her own arousal as she glanced down towards Cammy's body and let out a laugh, pausing the tickling “Especially since I see you're enjoying it! Such a naughty girl!”

Unable to see what Poison was laughing at due to the bulk of her belt blocking the area from her sight, Cammy nevertheless went scarlet as she knew all too well what she meant. She could feel her damp womanhood all too well, now that she didn't have the tickling distracting her. She was undeniably aroused, although she wondered how it could have come from tickling.

“Mm, it looks as if this is getting you worked up almost as much as me!” Poison said, leaning down as she began to stroke Cammy's thighs, a hungry look in her eyes.

While this revolted Cammy, turning her head, she saw that one of the links in the chain holding her right hand had worn and twisted, perhaps not being made as strong a material as it needed to be to hold her when she was being tickled. With enough ****, Cammy realised she could even outright break it and she recalled that one of the items in her belt was a key designed to fit in any normal lock, similar to the ones on her manacles. She could escape, but would have to time it perfectly, unless she wanted to Poison to stop her in her tracks.

As she tried to think up ways to distract Poison, Cammy's mind was pulled from that as her tormentor continued to stroke her thighs lightly, teasing them with a gentle touch. It was forcibly pleasant and only helped increase Cammy's **** arousal to new levels as she strained to keep herself under control, but it was a losing battle and a rictus grin was planted on her face as she tried not to laugh.

“Aww, don't be like that.” Poison said, practically pouting as her fingers moved around the legs “Come on, cutie. Give me a big sm-”

“NNYYYAHAHAAAAAA!!” Cammy screamed as the fingers teasing her legs wiggled over the skin and settled on the sides of her buttocks, provoking her to let out a scream that was louder than anything she had let out before. It was so sudden that Poison even toppled backwards, landing on her rear as she looked at Cammy in shock.

The shock turned to something far more sinister though, as Cammy panted, trying to get her breath back while glancing down at Poison and seeing her give a positively predatory smile “Seems like someone has a ticklish ass.” Poison called out in a sing-song voice, causing Cammy to blanch.

“S-Stop! Don't even think about it!” Cammy warned, although it was coming across more like **** pleading at this point. The sudden ticklish jolt she had felt from the fingers teasing her cheeks felt even more intense than the focus on her nipples and she couldn't even begin to imagine what extended tickling on that area would feel like.

It was all for naught though, as Poison slowly brought her hands up, fingers wiggling as she brought them close to Cammy's jiggling hips as the blonde agent tried to pull herself to safety. It was a hopeless endeavour as Poison simply reached around and, looking Cammy right in the eye as the blonde woman felt her resolve fade, squeezed both cheeks with her fingers spread wide.

Cammy couldn't stop herself from letting out a screaming laugh similar to the one from before as those fingers dug into her cheeks. With only the strap of the leotard covering a thin area around her crack, there was nothing Cammy could hope to help protect her. And it tickled, it tickled so much! It was even worse than the tickling on her tits and oddly, even more arousing. Perhaps it was because an area untouched by anyone before, or it was so close to her pussy, but Cammy felt her arousal grow rapidly the instant she felt Poison's long fingers touch her there.

She never knew an area could be so sensitive to another's touch, at least not like this. The tips of those sharp fingernails grazing slowly over the cheeks were a level of ticklish agony Cammy never imagined possible. She threw back her head, howling uncontrollably as she couldn't even demand Poison to stop it, her words reduced to babbling amidst the laughter.

“Mm, such a big target, but such a fun one as well.” Poison's spoke, her words just about managing to be heard by Cammy and the blonde woman found insult being added to injury. Had she been able to, she would have retorted or cursed up a storm at Poison, but the laughter drowned it out.

Even with Cammy's laughter continuing to grow and take on a more **** edge, Poison didn't slow down at all, even using her blade to cut at the leotard some more so Cammy's bottom soon became completely bare once her panties followed right afterwards, only a thin strip of the clothing remaining around her waist as it clung to the belt. Aside from that, Cammy was now basically naked.

Shame and humiliation flooded through Cammy as Poison took a moment to take in the sight of her mostly naked body, the hungry look in her eyes drinking in the sight “Once I'm fr-free-” Cammy started.

“Oh, I'm not letting you go, cutie.” Poison said, pressing her body up against Cammy and grinning as her hands rested on Cammy's ass cheeks “I think I'll keep you as my little secret. No need to share you with anyone.”

Before Cammy could respond to that, Poison began the tickle attack once again, her fingers smoothly stroking over Cammy's buttocks as the blonde woman instantly broke down into hard laughter. Her breasts jiggled as she went into hysterics, the fingers stroke along her cheeks and idly teasing near the crack with quick flicks and strokes as it helped build up Cammy's arousal to the point where she couldn't even hope to fight the need to moan anymore.

“I knew it, you're enjoying this, aren't you?” Poison said before her face lit up as she glanced towards Cammy's pigtails. Taking a hold of one, she brought it to Cammy's butt, stroking the cheeks with the tips of the hair. It was much softer than the fingers, but so many hairs dancing over a delicate area was just as bad and Cammy couldn't believe her beloved hair could be used against her like this.

It far too much, even for one like Cammy, Amidst her screaming laughter, she broke completely, her body quivering from the tickling “PPLELEASSEEHESTAHAHHAAAOOOPPP!!!” Cammy begged, forgetting all pride and dignity as she just wanted it to end by any means she could.

“Oh no, there's no stopping this.” Poison said, flicking the pigtails over the cheeks again and again, it being impossible to miss the fact that it was only serving to make Cammy's smooth pussy soaking wet “I'm gonna do this until you explode.”

In truth, it felt as if that wasn't far away. Each swipe from the pigtails sent a ticklish jolt right to Cammy's moist mound, increasing her screams with every swipe. She felt the need to cum grow increasingly high until she actually started to yearn for it. She had no idea that playing with her butt like this could get her so aroused, but it was a lesson she could have happily gone without.

Just as it seemed that it couldn't get any worse, Poison dropped the pigtails and went back to the fingers in a surprise move. Squeezing and pinching the cheeks with her dexterous fingers, Poison let out a moan as she felt the skin under her touch, matching the much more **** one that escaped from Cammy's mouth. The change back to the finger tickling brought the agent close, so very close to the orgasm she had felt building up inside of her.

It would finally come when Poison brought her mouth up to Cammy's breasts, taking a nipple in her mouth and sucking on it as she tickled Cammy's ass at the same time. It was that warm, wet feeling around her nipple that finally push Cammy over the edge and she threw her head back, going completely silent as there was no way to vocalise the intensity of what she was feeling. All she could do as feel the **** pleasure crash into her again and again, racking her body with it.

Cammy's eyes rolled to the back of her head as the pleasure seemed to drag on. Although she hated it on many levels, the sheer intensity of what she was feeling was intoxicating and she felt drawn into it, having a sense of lingering desire for more when the orgasm finally faded. Her entire body slumped down, covered in a sheen of sweat from what had happened. When Poison reached up to cup Cammy's face in her hand, Cammy couldn't even find the energy to recoil.