All of this tickling was having a profound effect on the civilized Basshou. His partner was having a great time, and he yearned to feel the same thing. Fortunately from him, he was the higher ranking one and could do just this.

"Buson, let me have a try." It was an emotionless order.

"Sure, where d'ya want her?" It was a typical uncouth question.

"Spread her legs." It was filled with lust... And for good reason. Marina spent most her traveling time on a bicycle, so every male in Johto was expected to gawk at her legs. If Marina had not felt helpless before, she certainly did now. Her arms were completely immoblie, there was a wall at her back, and now her legs were locked far apart. In the back of her mind she was thankful that she didn't wear the kind of revealing garb that most girls her age put on.

With an expressionless face, Basshou moved in. He knelt between Marina's legs, and let his hands twitch over her inner thighs. Instantly he was rewarded with a giggle. Applying more ticklish pressure, he worked his way up the girl's sensetive thighs. She squirmed and laughed; the tickling here was foreign, and the moving fabric of her shorts amplified the sensations. The silver-haired member of the Rocket Gang stopped about three quarters of the way up Marina's thighs and dug in.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAAAHAHAHAHA!!" She laughed. Basshou wanted begging. Marina yelped as he ran his tickling hand over her base on the way to her hips. Once to his destination, the man added his thumb to better soften up her hips. Not that it was needed. Her hips were Marina's most sensetive spot. Even a stray tree limb brushing by made her jump and giggle.

"NO! NOT THEHEHEHERE!! NOAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! PLEASE-PLEASE-PLEASE I'm BEGGING you!!! PLEASE STOP!!!" This was pure torture, just the kind that the Rockets were looking for. Marina's hips thrashed from side to side, occasionally bouncing off the ground. She would do anything to be rid of this man's hands on her most sensetive spot.