jersey_tickler
2nd Level Red Feather
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by Invisible Ink and edits by Jersey_tickler
"Let's move you into a more... UNCOMFORTABLE wing of my medical dungeon, shall we Bonnie?" Featherstone grinned as she unclamped her prisoner's shackles and pulled her up from the table.
Bonnie was still gagged, but at the moment, she was unbound and completely free! This was her chance, and she had to take it now.
As Featherstone prepared a huge red collar for her neck, Bonnie took the split second that she missed, and grabbed her legs by the knees and squeezed. With a fist, she leaned up and socked her one in the stomach. This caused her to lean forward and nearly fall over. Bonnie quickly came up and slammed her elbow into her back, knocking her to the ground. Naked, she lifted the doctor to her feet, and slammed her against the wall. As she went for the second slamming, she immediately felt tickling shockwaves penetrating her sides at incredible speeds. She howled with surprised and awkward laughter, unable to continue her take down.
"Aahaa ahae eha eaheHA HE HAa ahahHHHH...aaha eaheaHA haa ehae h aha hahea eh wha... ahaa ehaeaeah STOP!!!! "
Bonnie was beside herself as she rolled into a ball on the floor as the invisible tickling sensations continued to rock her body. She was literally in tears as she tried crawling to her feet, but soon found that the laughter was too much for her! She was losing her breath way too fast! Bonnie was somehow able to slither out of the cage and into the main hall as she was tickled to tears by invisible fingers. Finally, she got a well deserved break. The whack of a blackjack put her mind at ease as she was knocked out completely. The coal black heels of the attacker clicked against the cold steel floor as she grabbed Bonnie by her ankles, and slowly dragged her face down out of the room...
Dr. Featherstone now circled a large and complicated appearing hydraulic tabletop with a built-in cabinet below. The length of the tabletop was that of a typical surf board, only instead of cool designs and sex wax, this board was riddled with restricting leather straps, metallic o-rings, t-bolts, and the bottom half of our lovely guest. Bonnie has found herself in quite a bind! In fact, never in her years of police experience had she witnessed such diabolical genius in bondage.
“We'll start at her bare feet, ladies and gentlemen”. Dressed in leather straps around both ankles, her pinkish white bare feet hung from the ankles outward over the edge of the tabletop with her freshly pedicured digits facing the floor. Moving up her smooth and muscle toned legs, we see that her knees have been tightly strapped to the table swell. This restraint blocks a potential tickling assault zone, but there is still plenty of Bonnie to go around...
“Traveling up her thighs now, we find that her smooth and very sensitive inner thighs are partly exposed for her legs have been spread a few inches apart”. “Not much, but just enough to reveal everything she held private”. “The curvy rounds of her beautiful bare butt are our final stop as it seems the rest of Bonnie is apparently absent”! “Her butt wiggles and sways every so often, giving the creepy image that there's a pair of living legs on a table, with the torso nowhere in the picture”. “The rest of Bonnie is being carefully contained in that cabinet directly below the tabletop. “Pounds from fists, shouts in discomfort and anger, even scratching sounds are coming from within that cabinet below”. “Poor baby.. “Not only is she blind to what's about to happen, but she's more defenseless then she's ever been in her entire life”....
"Psycho... I thank you for bringing this hideous gift to me, but I must be alone now."
"After I'm through, you can have at her anyway you desire." Featherstone offered and smiled at her newest member to the medical facility. A secret weapon… a woman with long nails with an ability to go invisible and an undying craving for tickling young women…
"As you wish Dr. Featherstone." The psycho tickler took a bow respectfully, and left the room.
Featherstone strolls over to a nearby suitcase and an industrial looking control box. After retrieving both items, she daintily sits atop her throne, and hums a little tune as she pushes a few of the control box buttons. With a loud thud and the sounds of big gears cranking, the tabletop begins to rise at all corners! Soon, visible extending poles sprout from each corner as the tabletop (and her legs and ass) are lifted into the air. Bonnie's stomach is the first to be seen as the top raises another half a foot. Another foot reveals her big breasts hanging and jiggling as she struggles about. Last, but certainly not least, her angered face and her arms up to her elbows. Her wrists are actually connected to very heavy weights built into the floor. With those weights connected to her wrists, she is unable to lift her arms out of that cabinet, leaving her armpits very vulnerable....
"Before I begin to torture you, I have a confession to make." The gag was removed once again…
"Save it." Bonnie said, spitting at her in anger.
"Charming!” she said, wiping off the spit wad from her face.
“Keep that up and I'll clamp your tongue to your tits."
Bonnie didn’t have a good comeback for that one, so she went ahead and shut up.
"My confession is simply this, I haven't the slightest reason to keep you here..."
Bonnie was listening intently as she tries to fiddle with the shackles around her wrists.
"That makes bloody two of us."
"Several days ago, I received a strange letter, with an even more bizarre request."
"What the hell does this have to DO with me?" Bonnie shouted.
"Please kidnap my partner, Bonnie.." Featherstone said, reading from the letter.
"So, you're someone's puppet is it? You'll do just as you're told, won't you?" Bonnie mocked.
The Good Doctor ignored her completely as she read on
"And have your way with her. Make me look good! Yours truly, "
Bonnie held her breath, knowing she was about to say the name she dreaded the most.
"–Clyde. P.S: She's incredibly ticklish, and can't stand being tickled in any way! "
Bonnie’s eyes widened with confusion for that was not quite the name she was expecting to
hear.
"Normally, I'd throw this right in the trash, but I couldn't help to notice the very large sum of
money stuffed in the envelope. My question to you is, why does your partner want YOU tickled?"
"I’m not sure, but I’m sure as hell going to find out." Bonnie added, realizing there was no way out of these complicated restraints.
Bonnie’s mind raced back and forth as she tried recalling the events that led her directly into the cruel hands of Dr. Featherstone in the first place.
That mission…
That’s right. The mission was sent to him and not to me. I actually never even read the transcript..
But why would Clyde; Bonnie’s long time loving partner and greatest friend in this entire world; set her up like this?
Did he want Bonnie to take the fall and end up behind bars instead of him??
"Let's have some fun with you, shall I?"
The tabletop begins to lower back down now. Bonnie holds back any visible signs, but deep down, she's extremely nervous and would rather be anyway on earth then there right now.
"Mark my words!! I’ll kill you for this!!!" The tabletop seals her upper body back into the cabinet. Her rear end sways and wiggles as she shouts and struggles with all her might. Featherstone can't help being green with jealousy over her smooth legs and curvy rear end. She'd never admit it, but deep down, she found Bonnie quite cute, and secretly wished to be her. At the moment however, she was glad to be on the giving end of the devious tickling assault that she was preparing to lay down on those bare feet, soft legs, toned inner thighs, slightly revealed privates, and curvy butt cheeks that lay helplessly before her...
-Inside the cabinet-
When the tabletop had completed its descent, Bonnie was again in the numbing darkness of that cabinet. Although the odds were stacked rather high against her, deep down she was certain she could escape this situation. She was also just as determined NOT to let this criminal scum think that she had the best of her. Right then, she made a vow to herself. No matter what cruel and unnatural acts of tickling torture this cruel bitch laid upon her, in NO way would she give in. Not a laugh, not a scream for mercy, not even as much as a watery eye would ever come as a result of her tickling. Bonnie would be focused, headstrong, and 100% determined on ignoring her silly childlike ticklings, over-the-top restricting bondage, and the humiliation of forced nudity.
Dr. Featherstone on the other hand was usually a viewer to the tortures of her captives. She would just command her goons to get their hands dirty with the interrogations or just pure tickling torture sessions. This time, the Doctor was going back to her roots when she was nothing but an interrogation specialist for another cruel and talented tickling villainess, The Doctress. That was years and years ago, but Featherstone forgot nothing about it. She knew just where and when to poke and the best speed and technique for different patches of skin. She knew ticklish weak spots that could have you in tears merely seconds after she began. Years before she was hired by The Doctress, she was nothing but a tickle slave to a wealthy and very dominant couple.
They taught her the difference between friendly "just playing around " tickling, and "intense and truly evil " tickling. Unfortunately for her, they taught through hands on experience.
That was then, and this is now. Dr. Featherstone studied her prey in detail as she prepared herself for an onslaught. She cracked her knuckles and smiled as the butt and legs before lay completely still and silent. A panel built into the tabletop was hoisted up, and removed to reveal a few baby blue balls mounted on retracting and extending poles. She toyed with the controls a few secs, and soon those poles were growing upward. She stopped them as they grew up and over Connor's rear end. They had smooth and flexible shafts that could be bent and shaped at the whim of the operator. One of the balls was bent and lined up perfectly with Bonnie's quivering anus, while the others were left to stand idle. Bonnie was suddenly unpleasantly surprised by tiny drips of water falling directly into her anus every ten seconds. With each splash, she involuntarily bucked and squirmed ever so slightly. As the Chinese water torture continued, Dr. Featherstone got in a kneeling position directly in front of the soles of Bonnie's bare feet…
-Twenty-seven minutes into the foot tickling of Bonnie-
She was still trying hard to keep her pride and strength in order as she endured another ten minutes of the tips of Featherstone's fingers slowly gliding up and down the length of her feet. She'd pause, and grab the big toe and the pinky toe of either of her cute feet, and slowly pull them downward to reveal the plush cushions of ticklish flesh hidden within the surrounding area. The Doctor placed her left ear against the smooth surface of the stereo speaker on the table as she began tracing invisible letters of the alphabet into the pad beneath all of the captive toes on her right imprisoned foot. No sounds of struggles from within the cabinet yet, but her feet were talking a plenty! Bonnie's toes constantly curled themselves inward as a defense method to the unstoppable force that was Dr. Featherstone.
She giggled at the sight of her feet dancing away from the tips of her fingers as she traced the outer lines of her entire foot, and then when she reached the heel, began to twirl one fingertip in a whirlpool fashion as she went for the heel's center. Bonnie was gritting her teeth as she stuffed the urges to freak out and start laughing hysterically. She couldn't stand this much attention to her soles! To top things off with an evil cherry, drips of icy cold water continued to splash her helpless anus every ten seconds, and each time it hit, her body's reflex action caused her to bounce. Dr. Featherstone really got into tickling her feet now as she was determined to get a rise out of her prey. She began to wriggle her fingertips up and down both soles at once, but in different patterns and directions. Bonnie had done a great job up to this point, but sadly, even the strong-willed sometimes break down...
"AAAAAHHH!! OKAY!! OKAY!! haha hahae aehaa ehaea ahee ahaea you win!! YOU win!!! "
"And I'm afraid you LOSE." Dr. Featherstone said smiling, as she increased her speed and changed patterns again.
!!splash!! Another bounce of her rear end as the giggles kept coming.
"Ah ha ha HA!!ha ah AHA EAH ahaa eahea enough!! hahea eahe eno.. haa eahe enough!! "
"What's that? You've had enough foot tickling? Hmmm..." The Doctor asked.
Her fingers came to a screeching halt and the tickling ceased. Bonnie caught her breath and pounded miserably on the walls of the cabinet as Featherstone placed a fingertip on each of her toes in idle. In a few seconds, she felt them go away… only to return along the sides of her inner thighs!!! Bonnie screamed from within and did everything in her power to close her legs as she was tickled out of her mind. Her inner thighs were up there in the top five most sensitive ticklish spots on her entire body, and Featherstone was playing them like a piano.
"Aaaah!!! HA!! HOO!! e aeha eha aahea eahe HAHA HAHA EAEH noooOOO!!! NO!! haa eaha ehe aeha aaha STO..AH aha stop!!! "
!!Splash!!
Bonnie was on the ropes now as Dr. Featherstone continued to scale her sensitive thighs up and down with her fingertips. She watched her clit and the lips of her vagina practically pulsating with every touch. Unknowingly to Bonnie, each time she laughed, her anus puckered and her Vagina inhaled. It was truly a sexy and beautiful sight…
"WAIT!! haa eha aehae aahe ahaa aha HEAR ME OUT!! ha eaheha ahaa "
"I can't hear you because I'm too preoccupied with your helpless body..." Featherstone said with a giggle tucked into it.
When Featherstone ran her painted black and freshly manicured fingernails up and down the natural curves of her butt cheeks, Bonnie howled and squealed so loud that she almost blew the speaker out!! Her entire lower body bucked wildly and bounced as she now sobbed and begged for any kind of mercy. She promised secret hideout info, money, cars, diamonds, and even sexual favors! She tried everything in her power to persuade Featherstone to stop. Did it work?
!! Splash !!
Of course NOT!
Bonnie now felt the tiny bristled brushes of a fine detailing paintbrush running up and down her innocent perineum towards her quivering clit. She was beside herself in that cabinet as her head spun from all the sexual energy and sheer frustration that tickling can cause. Featherstone wanted to see if she was really getting hot and bothered, or just bothered. To test this, she carefully traced the details of her lightly shaven lips and purposely avoiding her clit. Ah ha! Just as Featherstone thought! She was getting HOT and bothered!
As she pulled the brush away, she watched her groin try and lift upward towards the brush to find it again. Disgusted, the Doctor tossed the brush aside and headed towards the control box once again. In minutes, the controls were set, and again the tabletop began its ascent towards the ceiling. The flustered and beaten thief was again lifted from the cabinet and presented. Her cheeks were rosy pink, and she looked glazed with sweat. Her nipples were standing at attention, and she had a look of desperation in her pretty face. Dr. Featherstone shook her finger in front of her face to indicate she'd been a bad dog!
"Are we enjoying ourselves down here?" – Dr. Featherstone asked, snickering.
Bonnie ignored her as she caught her breath and tried to regain composure.
"You aren't here to enjoy yourself at all though!" - As she said this, she grabbed and pinched her left nipple.
"AAAAarrggh!” Bonnie moaned, silently groaning to herself.
"Since your kitty is getting soaked, I'm going to cool your HORNYmones down a little with some good old fashion rib tickling!!"
Bonnie’s eye nearly bulged out of her skull as Featherstone began to taunt and tickle her ribs on the left side from that side of the table. Bonnie's stomach sucked inward, and her face was a contorted shade of pink as she turned away from her tormentor. When she turned her head towards her again, there was no doubt she was screaming with laughter. She was twisting her side from side to side screaming about mercy and how this wasn't fair, and blah blah blah.. all meaningless.
The Doctor had lifted Bonnie up so that her head was at least a foot away from the tabletop. With this room, she decided to get a little more personal with her prey. Featherstone pulled away from her ribs, removed her heels, and lifted herself onto the table. She then spread her legs, and straddled Bonnie’s face as she scooted in towards her ribs once again.
"Hey!! Don't!! Get off me this instant!!! "- Although slightly muffled by the front of Featherstone's crotch, she could still be understood.
"Hey! Have some respect! Men would pay over a million dollars to have their faces where yours is! Consider yourself lucky!" Dr. Featherstone reminded her as she took her place.
With that, she smashed the bridge of Bonnie's nose against her crotch while softly closing her thighs around her head. Like some charged up predator, Featherstone dug into her prey's tummy with greedy and wriggling fingers. At first, no response from Bonnie was to be heard. The Doctor was determined to make her burst, so she increased the speed of her greedy tickling, leaving no soft patch of belly untouched. Bonnie heaved in and out, but finally submitted to her giggles as they spilled from her like oil. She howled into her captor's crotch, mumbling about being a good girl if she were to stop the torments. Her laughter was becoming heavy with sounds of defeat and anguish. Her heart rate had increased by 20%, and she was sweating about as much as her private parts were juicing. This only fueled Featherstone for she did not tolerate weakness from anyone. She tauntingly squeezed Bonnie's cheeks between her thighs as she worked the sides of her jiggling belly.
With little effort, Dr. Featherstone slipped her feet under each of Bonnie's shoulders. This action literally placed the soft hollows of her armpits directly in her lap! Those armpits, however, came second to Bonnie's beautiful and helplessly hanging breasts and pink nipples.
"Have you had enough yet? " Dr. Featherstone asked as she panted and heaved.
"You'll, you'll never break me." The brave thief said as she panted and winced.
"That's what they all say!" Dr. Featherstone shouted in a sing-song voice as she nibbles up and down her right side.
Featherstone was getting a little too careless as she playfully flicked Bonnie's nipples up and down like light switches. She had become so involved that she seems to be disconnected from the moment and completely leave her guard down. She had forgotten that her captive hadn’t been fitted or stuffed with any sort of gag what so ever. The sounds of angered squealing and nonstop squirts of laughter indicated that Featherstone had gotten to Bonnie again. Now, she was being sneaky with her tickle-attacks. She'd slide her fingertips up and down her ribs, only to pull away and dive into her belly again. The worst of the tickles came from her fingertips running the extent of her naked back as she followed the spine.
"Don't worry Bonnie Dear... a few more HOURS of this and you'll probably go numb." Grinning as she slid her tickly tips down her sides, heading towards her exposed pits.
Her boiling point was reaching its limit now. All her criminal training had taught her how to keep a cool head in the most deadly and inhuman situations. Unfortunately, the lesson for prevention of losing one's mind due to insane body tickling was skipped by her mentors. Huge mistake...
Dr. Featherstone was now tickling both of her armpits softly while Bonnie's jaw slowly opened, and her teeth were bared. The Doctor Hummed playfully as she would suddenly stop with her pits, return to her belly, and attack her boobs again. Using her nose, Bonnie felt for a soft muscle to....!!CRUNCH!!
Bite into. Bonnie locked her legs in place by squeezing her arms inward.
"oooo!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhh!!!! "- Dr. Featherstone shouted in agony.
She moaned in agony as Bonnie's jaw clamped onto her thigh muscle and locked down on it. She wasn't going to release her grip unless forced to. Featherstone gave both of Bonnie's nipples a firm and painful twist, but it didn't stop her. She then squeezed her thighs tighter around her skull and tried to cut off her air, but it didn’t stop her. Bonnie finally got Featherstone to release her grip and then managed to pull her foot out of it's bondage. Once her foot was free, she kicked the mad scientist in her head and knocked her out cold.
"Let's move you into a more... UNCOMFORTABLE wing of my medical dungeon, shall we Bonnie?" Featherstone grinned as she unclamped her prisoner's shackles and pulled her up from the table.
Bonnie was still gagged, but at the moment, she was unbound and completely free! This was her chance, and she had to take it now.
As Featherstone prepared a huge red collar for her neck, Bonnie took the split second that she missed, and grabbed her legs by the knees and squeezed. With a fist, she leaned up and socked her one in the stomach. This caused her to lean forward and nearly fall over. Bonnie quickly came up and slammed her elbow into her back, knocking her to the ground. Naked, she lifted the doctor to her feet, and slammed her against the wall. As she went for the second slamming, she immediately felt tickling shockwaves penetrating her sides at incredible speeds. She howled with surprised and awkward laughter, unable to continue her take down.
"Aahaa ahae eha eaheHA HE HAa ahahHHHH...aaha eaheaHA haa ehae h aha hahea eh wha... ahaa ehaeaeah STOP!!!! "
Bonnie was beside herself as she rolled into a ball on the floor as the invisible tickling sensations continued to rock her body. She was literally in tears as she tried crawling to her feet, but soon found that the laughter was too much for her! She was losing her breath way too fast! Bonnie was somehow able to slither out of the cage and into the main hall as she was tickled to tears by invisible fingers. Finally, she got a well deserved break. The whack of a blackjack put her mind at ease as she was knocked out completely. The coal black heels of the attacker clicked against the cold steel floor as she grabbed Bonnie by her ankles, and slowly dragged her face down out of the room...
Dr. Featherstone now circled a large and complicated appearing hydraulic tabletop with a built-in cabinet below. The length of the tabletop was that of a typical surf board, only instead of cool designs and sex wax, this board was riddled with restricting leather straps, metallic o-rings, t-bolts, and the bottom half of our lovely guest. Bonnie has found herself in quite a bind! In fact, never in her years of police experience had she witnessed such diabolical genius in bondage.
“We'll start at her bare feet, ladies and gentlemen”. Dressed in leather straps around both ankles, her pinkish white bare feet hung from the ankles outward over the edge of the tabletop with her freshly pedicured digits facing the floor. Moving up her smooth and muscle toned legs, we see that her knees have been tightly strapped to the table swell. This restraint blocks a potential tickling assault zone, but there is still plenty of Bonnie to go around...
“Traveling up her thighs now, we find that her smooth and very sensitive inner thighs are partly exposed for her legs have been spread a few inches apart”. “Not much, but just enough to reveal everything she held private”. “The curvy rounds of her beautiful bare butt are our final stop as it seems the rest of Bonnie is apparently absent”! “Her butt wiggles and sways every so often, giving the creepy image that there's a pair of living legs on a table, with the torso nowhere in the picture”. “The rest of Bonnie is being carefully contained in that cabinet directly below the tabletop. “Pounds from fists, shouts in discomfort and anger, even scratching sounds are coming from within that cabinet below”. “Poor baby.. “Not only is she blind to what's about to happen, but she's more defenseless then she's ever been in her entire life”....
"Psycho... I thank you for bringing this hideous gift to me, but I must be alone now."
"After I'm through, you can have at her anyway you desire." Featherstone offered and smiled at her newest member to the medical facility. A secret weapon… a woman with long nails with an ability to go invisible and an undying craving for tickling young women…
"As you wish Dr. Featherstone." The psycho tickler took a bow respectfully, and left the room.
Featherstone strolls over to a nearby suitcase and an industrial looking control box. After retrieving both items, she daintily sits atop her throne, and hums a little tune as she pushes a few of the control box buttons. With a loud thud and the sounds of big gears cranking, the tabletop begins to rise at all corners! Soon, visible extending poles sprout from each corner as the tabletop (and her legs and ass) are lifted into the air. Bonnie's stomach is the first to be seen as the top raises another half a foot. Another foot reveals her big breasts hanging and jiggling as she struggles about. Last, but certainly not least, her angered face and her arms up to her elbows. Her wrists are actually connected to very heavy weights built into the floor. With those weights connected to her wrists, she is unable to lift her arms out of that cabinet, leaving her armpits very vulnerable....
"Before I begin to torture you, I have a confession to make." The gag was removed once again…
"Save it." Bonnie said, spitting at her in anger.
"Charming!” she said, wiping off the spit wad from her face.
“Keep that up and I'll clamp your tongue to your tits."
Bonnie didn’t have a good comeback for that one, so she went ahead and shut up.
"My confession is simply this, I haven't the slightest reason to keep you here..."
Bonnie was listening intently as she tries to fiddle with the shackles around her wrists.
"That makes bloody two of us."
"Several days ago, I received a strange letter, with an even more bizarre request."
"What the hell does this have to DO with me?" Bonnie shouted.
"Please kidnap my partner, Bonnie.." Featherstone said, reading from the letter.
"So, you're someone's puppet is it? You'll do just as you're told, won't you?" Bonnie mocked.
The Good Doctor ignored her completely as she read on
"And have your way with her. Make me look good! Yours truly, "
Bonnie held her breath, knowing she was about to say the name she dreaded the most.
"–Clyde. P.S: She's incredibly ticklish, and can't stand being tickled in any way! "
Bonnie’s eyes widened with confusion for that was not quite the name she was expecting to
hear.
"Normally, I'd throw this right in the trash, but I couldn't help to notice the very large sum of
money stuffed in the envelope. My question to you is, why does your partner want YOU tickled?"
"I’m not sure, but I’m sure as hell going to find out." Bonnie added, realizing there was no way out of these complicated restraints.
Bonnie’s mind raced back and forth as she tried recalling the events that led her directly into the cruel hands of Dr. Featherstone in the first place.
That mission…
That’s right. The mission was sent to him and not to me. I actually never even read the transcript..
But why would Clyde; Bonnie’s long time loving partner and greatest friend in this entire world; set her up like this?
Did he want Bonnie to take the fall and end up behind bars instead of him??
"Let's have some fun with you, shall I?"
The tabletop begins to lower back down now. Bonnie holds back any visible signs, but deep down, she's extremely nervous and would rather be anyway on earth then there right now.
"Mark my words!! I’ll kill you for this!!!" The tabletop seals her upper body back into the cabinet. Her rear end sways and wiggles as she shouts and struggles with all her might. Featherstone can't help being green with jealousy over her smooth legs and curvy rear end. She'd never admit it, but deep down, she found Bonnie quite cute, and secretly wished to be her. At the moment however, she was glad to be on the giving end of the devious tickling assault that she was preparing to lay down on those bare feet, soft legs, toned inner thighs, slightly revealed privates, and curvy butt cheeks that lay helplessly before her...
-Inside the cabinet-
When the tabletop had completed its descent, Bonnie was again in the numbing darkness of that cabinet. Although the odds were stacked rather high against her, deep down she was certain she could escape this situation. She was also just as determined NOT to let this criminal scum think that she had the best of her. Right then, she made a vow to herself. No matter what cruel and unnatural acts of tickling torture this cruel bitch laid upon her, in NO way would she give in. Not a laugh, not a scream for mercy, not even as much as a watery eye would ever come as a result of her tickling. Bonnie would be focused, headstrong, and 100% determined on ignoring her silly childlike ticklings, over-the-top restricting bondage, and the humiliation of forced nudity.
Dr. Featherstone on the other hand was usually a viewer to the tortures of her captives. She would just command her goons to get their hands dirty with the interrogations or just pure tickling torture sessions. This time, the Doctor was going back to her roots when she was nothing but an interrogation specialist for another cruel and talented tickling villainess, The Doctress. That was years and years ago, but Featherstone forgot nothing about it. She knew just where and when to poke and the best speed and technique for different patches of skin. She knew ticklish weak spots that could have you in tears merely seconds after she began. Years before she was hired by The Doctress, she was nothing but a tickle slave to a wealthy and very dominant couple.
They taught her the difference between friendly "just playing around " tickling, and "intense and truly evil " tickling. Unfortunately for her, they taught through hands on experience.
That was then, and this is now. Dr. Featherstone studied her prey in detail as she prepared herself for an onslaught. She cracked her knuckles and smiled as the butt and legs before lay completely still and silent. A panel built into the tabletop was hoisted up, and removed to reveal a few baby blue balls mounted on retracting and extending poles. She toyed with the controls a few secs, and soon those poles were growing upward. She stopped them as they grew up and over Connor's rear end. They had smooth and flexible shafts that could be bent and shaped at the whim of the operator. One of the balls was bent and lined up perfectly with Bonnie's quivering anus, while the others were left to stand idle. Bonnie was suddenly unpleasantly surprised by tiny drips of water falling directly into her anus every ten seconds. With each splash, she involuntarily bucked and squirmed ever so slightly. As the Chinese water torture continued, Dr. Featherstone got in a kneeling position directly in front of the soles of Bonnie's bare feet…
-Twenty-seven minutes into the foot tickling of Bonnie-
She was still trying hard to keep her pride and strength in order as she endured another ten minutes of the tips of Featherstone's fingers slowly gliding up and down the length of her feet. She'd pause, and grab the big toe and the pinky toe of either of her cute feet, and slowly pull them downward to reveal the plush cushions of ticklish flesh hidden within the surrounding area. The Doctor placed her left ear against the smooth surface of the stereo speaker on the table as she began tracing invisible letters of the alphabet into the pad beneath all of the captive toes on her right imprisoned foot. No sounds of struggles from within the cabinet yet, but her feet were talking a plenty! Bonnie's toes constantly curled themselves inward as a defense method to the unstoppable force that was Dr. Featherstone.
She giggled at the sight of her feet dancing away from the tips of her fingers as she traced the outer lines of her entire foot, and then when she reached the heel, began to twirl one fingertip in a whirlpool fashion as she went for the heel's center. Bonnie was gritting her teeth as she stuffed the urges to freak out and start laughing hysterically. She couldn't stand this much attention to her soles! To top things off with an evil cherry, drips of icy cold water continued to splash her helpless anus every ten seconds, and each time it hit, her body's reflex action caused her to bounce. Dr. Featherstone really got into tickling her feet now as she was determined to get a rise out of her prey. She began to wriggle her fingertips up and down both soles at once, but in different patterns and directions. Bonnie had done a great job up to this point, but sadly, even the strong-willed sometimes break down...
"AAAAAHHH!! OKAY!! OKAY!! haha hahae aehaa ehaea ahee ahaea you win!! YOU win!!! "
"And I'm afraid you LOSE." Dr. Featherstone said smiling, as she increased her speed and changed patterns again.
!!splash!! Another bounce of her rear end as the giggles kept coming.
"Ah ha ha HA!!ha ah AHA EAH ahaa eahea enough!! hahea eahe eno.. haa eahe enough!! "
"What's that? You've had enough foot tickling? Hmmm..." The Doctor asked.
Her fingers came to a screeching halt and the tickling ceased. Bonnie caught her breath and pounded miserably on the walls of the cabinet as Featherstone placed a fingertip on each of her toes in idle. In a few seconds, she felt them go away… only to return along the sides of her inner thighs!!! Bonnie screamed from within and did everything in her power to close her legs as she was tickled out of her mind. Her inner thighs were up there in the top five most sensitive ticklish spots on her entire body, and Featherstone was playing them like a piano.
"Aaaah!!! HA!! HOO!! e aeha eha aahea eahe HAHA HAHA EAEH noooOOO!!! NO!! haa eaha ehe aeha aaha STO..AH aha stop!!! "
!!Splash!!
Bonnie was on the ropes now as Dr. Featherstone continued to scale her sensitive thighs up and down with her fingertips. She watched her clit and the lips of her vagina practically pulsating with every touch. Unknowingly to Bonnie, each time she laughed, her anus puckered and her Vagina inhaled. It was truly a sexy and beautiful sight…
"WAIT!! haa eha aehae aahe ahaa aha HEAR ME OUT!! ha eaheha ahaa "
"I can't hear you because I'm too preoccupied with your helpless body..." Featherstone said with a giggle tucked into it.
When Featherstone ran her painted black and freshly manicured fingernails up and down the natural curves of her butt cheeks, Bonnie howled and squealed so loud that she almost blew the speaker out!! Her entire lower body bucked wildly and bounced as she now sobbed and begged for any kind of mercy. She promised secret hideout info, money, cars, diamonds, and even sexual favors! She tried everything in her power to persuade Featherstone to stop. Did it work?
!! Splash !!
Of course NOT!
Bonnie now felt the tiny bristled brushes of a fine detailing paintbrush running up and down her innocent perineum towards her quivering clit. She was beside herself in that cabinet as her head spun from all the sexual energy and sheer frustration that tickling can cause. Featherstone wanted to see if she was really getting hot and bothered, or just bothered. To test this, she carefully traced the details of her lightly shaven lips and purposely avoiding her clit. Ah ha! Just as Featherstone thought! She was getting HOT and bothered!
As she pulled the brush away, she watched her groin try and lift upward towards the brush to find it again. Disgusted, the Doctor tossed the brush aside and headed towards the control box once again. In minutes, the controls were set, and again the tabletop began its ascent towards the ceiling. The flustered and beaten thief was again lifted from the cabinet and presented. Her cheeks were rosy pink, and she looked glazed with sweat. Her nipples were standing at attention, and she had a look of desperation in her pretty face. Dr. Featherstone shook her finger in front of her face to indicate she'd been a bad dog!
"Are we enjoying ourselves down here?" – Dr. Featherstone asked, snickering.
Bonnie ignored her as she caught her breath and tried to regain composure.
"You aren't here to enjoy yourself at all though!" - As she said this, she grabbed and pinched her left nipple.
"AAAAarrggh!” Bonnie moaned, silently groaning to herself.
"Since your kitty is getting soaked, I'm going to cool your HORNYmones down a little with some good old fashion rib tickling!!"
Bonnie’s eye nearly bulged out of her skull as Featherstone began to taunt and tickle her ribs on the left side from that side of the table. Bonnie's stomach sucked inward, and her face was a contorted shade of pink as she turned away from her tormentor. When she turned her head towards her again, there was no doubt she was screaming with laughter. She was twisting her side from side to side screaming about mercy and how this wasn't fair, and blah blah blah.. all meaningless.
The Doctor had lifted Bonnie up so that her head was at least a foot away from the tabletop. With this room, she decided to get a little more personal with her prey. Featherstone pulled away from her ribs, removed her heels, and lifted herself onto the table. She then spread her legs, and straddled Bonnie’s face as she scooted in towards her ribs once again.
"Hey!! Don't!! Get off me this instant!!! "- Although slightly muffled by the front of Featherstone's crotch, she could still be understood.
"Hey! Have some respect! Men would pay over a million dollars to have their faces where yours is! Consider yourself lucky!" Dr. Featherstone reminded her as she took her place.
With that, she smashed the bridge of Bonnie's nose against her crotch while softly closing her thighs around her head. Like some charged up predator, Featherstone dug into her prey's tummy with greedy and wriggling fingers. At first, no response from Bonnie was to be heard. The Doctor was determined to make her burst, so she increased the speed of her greedy tickling, leaving no soft patch of belly untouched. Bonnie heaved in and out, but finally submitted to her giggles as they spilled from her like oil. She howled into her captor's crotch, mumbling about being a good girl if she were to stop the torments. Her laughter was becoming heavy with sounds of defeat and anguish. Her heart rate had increased by 20%, and she was sweating about as much as her private parts were juicing. This only fueled Featherstone for she did not tolerate weakness from anyone. She tauntingly squeezed Bonnie's cheeks between her thighs as she worked the sides of her jiggling belly.
With little effort, Dr. Featherstone slipped her feet under each of Bonnie's shoulders. This action literally placed the soft hollows of her armpits directly in her lap! Those armpits, however, came second to Bonnie's beautiful and helplessly hanging breasts and pink nipples.
"Have you had enough yet? " Dr. Featherstone asked as she panted and heaved.
"You'll, you'll never break me." The brave thief said as she panted and winced.
"That's what they all say!" Dr. Featherstone shouted in a sing-song voice as she nibbles up and down her right side.
Featherstone was getting a little too careless as she playfully flicked Bonnie's nipples up and down like light switches. She had become so involved that she seems to be disconnected from the moment and completely leave her guard down. She had forgotten that her captive hadn’t been fitted or stuffed with any sort of gag what so ever. The sounds of angered squealing and nonstop squirts of laughter indicated that Featherstone had gotten to Bonnie again. Now, she was being sneaky with her tickle-attacks. She'd slide her fingertips up and down her ribs, only to pull away and dive into her belly again. The worst of the tickles came from her fingertips running the extent of her naked back as she followed the spine.
"Don't worry Bonnie Dear... a few more HOURS of this and you'll probably go numb." Grinning as she slid her tickly tips down her sides, heading towards her exposed pits.
Her boiling point was reaching its limit now. All her criminal training had taught her how to keep a cool head in the most deadly and inhuman situations. Unfortunately, the lesson for prevention of losing one's mind due to insane body tickling was skipped by her mentors. Huge mistake...
Dr. Featherstone was now tickling both of her armpits softly while Bonnie's jaw slowly opened, and her teeth were bared. The Doctor Hummed playfully as she would suddenly stop with her pits, return to her belly, and attack her boobs again. Using her nose, Bonnie felt for a soft muscle to....!!CRUNCH!!
Bite into. Bonnie locked her legs in place by squeezing her arms inward.
"oooo!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhh!!!! "- Dr. Featherstone shouted in agony.
She moaned in agony as Bonnie's jaw clamped onto her thigh muscle and locked down on it. She wasn't going to release her grip unless forced to. Featherstone gave both of Bonnie's nipples a firm and painful twist, but it didn't stop her. She then squeezed her thighs tighter around her skull and tried to cut off her air, but it didn’t stop her. Bonnie finally got Featherstone to release her grip and then managed to pull her foot out of it's bondage. Once her foot was free, she kicked the mad scientist in her head and knocked her out cold.
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