A Harrowing Gambit

By JTheQuill

JTheQuill@AOL.com

I don't own this characters, Marvel does.

The wonderful JTheQuill wrote this story based loosely on the toon DMoore drew of me getting tickled by Gambit. (S_Gambit) I know the device in the toon isn't used but I know you guys will enjoy the story anyway.



A Harrowing Gambit
By JTheQuill

"That's her over there, pretty boy." Logan's gruff voice could barely be heard through the café's noise. "Tail her and see if she leads you to the diamonds."

Remy looked at his companion, he didn't like being called 'pretty boy' any more than he liked being told what to do. If Cyclops hadn't ordered him to follow Wolverine's lead he would have juiced the beer mug the rough Canadian had been nursing for the last hour. He thought about it though, the thought was enough to pacify him. He looked again at the blonde girl that was their assignment walking towards a darker part of the downtown area.

The girl was reported to be a jewel fence, some diamonds that were earmarked for a charitable donation had been stolen recently and all clues pointed to her. She walked down the boulevard towards the darkened streets beyond.

"She don look much like a fence, mon ami, maybe we got the wrong girl, no?"

"Naah, that's her." Wolverine sipped at his beer, "I can smell the guilt on her."

"You gon come along?"

"Whatsamatter cajun? Can't handle a little girl by yourself? If you need me I'll know it. Besides I got my thirteenth beer on the way, that's usually my lucky one."

Gambit stood and vaulted the railing of the outdoor café, he quickly made his way down the street until he was parallel to the blonde. As he pushed forward he saw two thugs running up behind her. Knowing it could only mean trouble, he leapt a parked car and dashed over to her. He was a second behind the thugs as one snatched her purse and the other knocked her down in the street. The first met Remy's boot as it smashed his face, dropping the bandit cold, the other produced a pipe and swung wildly at the hero. The cajun disarmed the assailant and kneed him in the midsection, doubling him over. He juiced the pipe enough to cause a big hurt and thrust it into the thug's pants. Gripping his foe by the neck and belt, he tossed him into a nearby alley, detonating the pipe.

He sought the girl out. She was no worse for the wear. He helped her up and retrieved her discarded purse.

"You okay 'cher?"

"Yes, thank you so much."

"Not safe for a lady to be in dis part a town, no. Least without a proper escort. You allow me, I'll keep you safe 'cher. I'm Remy, me. Whas your name 'cher?"

"I'm Jami, and if you wouldn't mind, I'd be honored."

"De honor all mine, 'cher."

The two made their way through the darkened streets to a well-lighted section near Jami's hotel room. Remy made polite conversation, learning as much as he could from the blonde girl's answers. The girl was playing the part of a tourist, and playing it well. If Logan was right, this girl was a pro. She would have fooled an Avenger, but not an X-man.

"I should be getin you to your hotel 'cher."

"Yes, thank you."

The two made their way to Jami's hotel room, where Remy opened the door for her. Handing her the key, he asked her if he could possibly use the phone. She obliged, and as she closed the door, she turned to see him facing her.

"Now, we gon talk bout them diamonds 'cher."

"Diamonds?" Jami said, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talkin' bout 'cher. You gon fence some diamonds for some people and we gon get them diamonds back."

"Look, you're very nice, I just don't know what you're talking about, I'd like you to leave."

"People in hell would like icewater 'cher, dat don't mean dey gon get it."

"I'm calling the police." As Jami tried to move past the tall cajun, he snaked a hand to her sides that sent her jumping away. "Hey! That tickles!"

"Gon tickle a lot worse no, lest you tell me bout dem diamonds." He leapt at her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, his fingers finding enough ticklish spots to send her into peals of laughter.

"Please!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, don't tickle me!!" Jami found herself going limp in the strong cajun's arms. He easily lifted her and tossed her to the bed.

"Gon get you again girl, best tell me bout dem diamonds."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Remy flipped her onto her stomach and straddled her back. His fingers dug for her sides again, causing an eruption of giggles to pour forth from her mouth.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, puh-, ha, ha, puhleez, don't, ha, ha, ha, tickle."

"Dis not gon get any easier girl. You ticklish here."

The fingers found their way into her armpits.

"Yes, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, hee, I, I, I am."

"You gon talk now, eh?"

The tickling subsided for a moment, giving her a breath. "Please, I don't know what you're... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."

"Okay, if dat's how you gon be, I gon have to be worse, no." He pulled the belt from his coat and quickly tied her struggling hands together behind her back. He turned around and moved his weight to her thighs. He seized an ankle and lifted her foot up using one hand to pin it to his chest with one arm.

"No, please, not that!"

Her pleas went unheralded as she felt him unbuckle the straps holding the high heels to her feet. She gritted her teeth as cool air caressed the sole of her now vulnerable foot. The next sensation she felt was something sharp being dragged across her ticklish sole. She let out a prolonged wail as the tickling feelings continued again and again to find the most susceptible parts of her stocking foot.

"You gon talk about dem diamonds now 'cher." He was using a cherished playing card to seek out her most ticklish spots on her delicate foot.

The tickling continued as she tried to answer, as if he wasn't going to give her a chance to answer this time. She felt the other foot lifted and the other shoe removed. More tickling sensations fluttered their way across her delicate nylon stretched soles. Jami was in agony now as the tickling didn't stop. He kept tickling her and tickling her until she was too tired to struggle. The sound of her own laughter began to annoy her as she realized how helpless it had made her. Finally a half hour later, the tickling ceased.

"Now," he said to her bringing his face close to hers. "You gon talk for me, or am I gon to keep tickling you with my little ace of spades here."

"Please... I... Don't..."

"Have it your way 'cher."

Jami's laughter rang throughout the room again as the tormenting cajun used the tip of his playing card to excite the most harrowing tickling sensations from the nearly immobile girl. He tickle tortured her from the tips of her toes to the round heels. When he felt she had enough, he moved to her sides again and continued his cruel torture. He moved from one place to another until Jami no longer screamed in laughter, but rather held her mouth open in a silent scream of both agony and ecstacy. For hours he went on until the phone rang in the hotel room.

Confident the girl couldn't talk, let alone scream for help, Remy snatched the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, cajun, you get any information from the frail."

"Not yet, I jus getting warmed up, no."

"Yeah well bad news, pretty boy. You got the wrong girl. I got the right girl and the diamonds. See ya at the airport bub."

The phone clicked in Remy's ear, even though he could still distinctly hear Logan laughing at him. A look of shock crossed his face as he realized Wolverine had duped him. He looked at the poor girl he had tormented for hours. He quickly untied her hands.

"Look you a nice girl. Sorry, I made a mistake, me. I gotta go 'cher." He left through the window.

Jami awoke the next morning, wondering if it had all been a dream.


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