Kneeling on the cold, hard floor, the spy's arms are bound tightly behind her back, her legs spread wide, ankles secured to wooden stakes. The tickler, a sadistic beauty in latex gloves, begins her torment, tracing the spy's delicate arches, her light touches sending waves of uncontrollable laughter through the bound woman's body. The spy's feet spasm, toes curling as the tickler moves to her armpits, the ticklish spy's giggles filling the room with a sound that's equal parts torture and ecstasy.