****** Chapter 9 *******
Jonothan called Mary from the airport once he had finally arrived home.
In several months he had been traveling, he had managed to keep contact with
her. Mary was a vital part in the completion of the last stage of his plan, and
he had sent her a little present from one of his trips. But she was more to him
than just a pawn to be controlled; Jonothan had become closely intimate with
the beautiful young nurse, and she too obeyed him now more out of love than for
fear of reprisal. Mary had suppiled him with a steady stream of information as
well as chemical supplies for his formulas. With him, she had discovered a part
of herself she hadnt even known existed, a part of her that was submissive and
longed to be controlled. Mary squealed softly with excitment as she heard his
voice in the receiver.
"Mary?"
"Hello Jonothan, its great to hear from you again. How goes your quest?"
"Everything is right on schedule. I am at the airport now, just arrived.
I'll take a taxi to my ex-girlfriend's house and wait for her to return from
work. After i finish her and Jeffery off, I'll be over to see you." Jon smiled
softly at the thought. "Tell me, love, did you miss me?"
Mary laughed softly. "Of course I did, silly....um..I mean Master." He
loved it when she called him that. "I'll be waiting for you to arrive. I've
got goosebumps just THINKING about it. Mmmmm..." She started to finger herself
on the phone as she remembered the first time he and she had made love, and
under the circumstances.
"Stop that!" he commanded. With a sighs, Mary stopped. Jonothan always
seemed to have an uncanny ability to read her like a book, to know what she was
thinking or doing no matter what. It was part of what made their relationship
so intense. "I dont want you getting yourself all excited and worn out before
I get there, understand?" Mary acknowledged. "Good. Now tell me...has the little
project I left you to work on come to fruition yet? By my watch it should be
just about time for their morning feeding."
"Yes, Master Jonathon," she giggled softly. "I was just about to feed them
when you called. Would you like to listen as i feed them?"
Jonothan quickly scanned the outside the phone booth. No one was around.
"Yes, go ahead. Put it on speaker phone, love." With a heavy sigh, Jon moved
his hand to his crotch and rubbed idly, awaiting the sounds he loved to hear
so much. A moment later, several meows sounded in the background, and a little
sigh and coo from Mary. Seconds later, she giggled softly, then slightly louder,
and then the laughter broke forth like a hurricane, as she literally SCREAMED
with laughter. "Ahahahaha HAH AH AH AH AH AHAHAHAHAHHAHH!!! IT TICCKEHEHEHEHE
HEHEHEHEHELLLLLLLLSSSSS...I CANT STANDDDD IT!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHA!!
AAAIIEEEEEEEEEHEHHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHHAHAA...SSTTTOOOPPPP...STTOOPPPP!! NONONO
NOOOOOHHHOHOHAHAHAHAHHHEHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHHAHAA." The laughter largely partially
but didnt completely cover the other sound, the sound of the hungry cats meowing
loudly. Jon let out a shudder as he sroked himself furiously through his pants,
knowing that Mary was doing the same at home right now, even as her screaming
laughter begin to mix with occasional moans and sighs. Jonothan had developed
the last part of his plan, to tickle-torture the two young girls that had got
him in trouble in the first place, the ones that had started it all: Christy
and Jessie. He had brought Mary four young tabby kittens, and specified exactly
how they should be fed: they were raised from kittens to eat a special food
of combined milk, cream, and honey, mixed together, but most important, they
were trained to lick the substance OFF MARY'S BARE FEET!
"AAAAAHHHHH...MMMMMMMMM...HEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHA....C-C-C-CANT TAKE ANY MORE
HHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH....OHHHHHHH...MMMMMMMMM...AHHHHHHH...HAHHEHEHEH..AH AH AH
AH AH AHHH AAHHH AHHH AHHH!!!" Mary panted breathlessly into the phone as she
hit orgasm. The cats, sated in their feeding, had left the area, but Mary's
giggling continued softly as she slupmed in her chair. On the other end of the
phone, Jon was just as drained and as breathless. Over the past few months, Mary
had come to not only ENJOY being tickled, she yearned for it. As Jon blew a
kiss to her through the phone and hung out, he thought of her as he folded his
coat over his arm to hide the wet spot, and headed out to hail a taxi.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Cyndi came to to find herself tied naked and spread-eagled to her bed. She
struggled uselessly in her bonds. A sound of laughter to her side caught her
eye, and her breath caught as she eyed the person standing a few feet away
from her. It couldnt be...but it was. He had changed dramatically, he was thin
almost emanciated by comparison, and his hair had changed, even his eye color,
contacts, she presumed. But the man before her was without a doubt her old
boyfriend Jonothan Smith! "Jon? Wha...what are you doing here? What happened
to me, how did i get tied up like this? Let me go this instant!"
"Why is it that my victims *ALWAYS* say the same stupid things when they
wake up and find themselves tied and helpless?" Jon asked. "For once it would
be nice to hear something original, something new. Anyway, what are YOU
complaining about, Cyndi? After all you're the one that said I have 'never
done one single spontaneous thing since we started going steady.' Or at least
that is what i remember you telling Jeff in the bedroom after you and he had
FUCKED each other's brains out!!!" Cyndi's face went wide with shock. "Oh come
on now, dont even THINK of trying to deny it. Do these words sound familiar at
all: '...shit look at the time, that bastard will be getting home soon, Jeff
sweetie. You better shower and get dressed before he gets off work and comes
over. *sigh* he's so fucking predictable, he should be coming through the door
in about 38 fucking minutes and 17 fucking seconds. I have never known someone
so fucking anal retentive about time, have you? He has never done one single
spontaneous thing since we started going steady...' Well, *HONEY, I decided to
do something a little...spontaneous. Hope ya enjoy it."
Just then Jeffery's voice sounded in the other room. "Cyndi? Cyndi? Are
you here, hon?"
Cyndi shouted at the top of her lungs. "JEFF! HEEELLLPPP! JON'S HERE AND
HE'S GONE MAD!!! HELLLLLPP MEEEE!!" Jeff's answer was less than helpful, and
totally unexpected. With a loud scream he burst into uncontrollible laughter,
so unlike his normally restrained self. "JEFF!! FUCK JEFF I AM SERIOUS!! HE HAS
ME TIED TO THE BED AND HE IS STANDING HERE NOW!! FOR GOD'S SAKE HELP ME!!!" At
which point Jeffery was laughing steadily, begging and pleading for mercy in
between gales and sobs of hysterical laughter. Cyndi was stunned. Had the whole
world gone crazy? "Jeff? JEFF?" she called, uncertainly.
"I'd be quiet if i were you, sweetheat," Jon said, an amused smirk on his
face. He reached over and tapped a small flat metal disc taped to her breast
bone right below her throat, which she hadnt even noticed. "You see, I've
already taken care of 'good ol' Jeff' while you were sleeping off my drug. He
is in the same situation as you, but since i cant torture you both at once, I
hooked up a few devices i created JUST for the two of you. As you can see, he
is extremely ticklish, so i attached several thin metal devices that stimulate
certain nerve endings in the skin. The one you have on your chest is the main
transmitter, so eveytime you shout or scream....or laugh, you tickle him." Jon
chuckled evilly. "You two wanted to be together, so i am introducing you to the
concept of give and take. I am going to tickle you senseless, Cyndi, and each
laugh and giggle and moan you have will likewise torture your love Jeffery."
Cyndi sat there, unblinking, trying to process what she was being told.
Jon had broken into her house, subdued Jeff, attached him to some crazy
invention of his, and was going to....TICKLE her into submission? He had to
be crazy. But something about his confidence and poise made her believe that
his insane scheme would acually work. "It wont work, Jonothan," she whispered.
"I'm not the least bit ticklish as ALL, and I wont give you the satisfaction of
causing Jeff any torment just to please you. Your sick little plan wont work."
Jon paid her no attention as he walked over to her closet and removed
several items until he found the one he was looking for, the one he KNEW was
hidden away inside---a large vibrator with a cock-shaped head. He walked back
to Cyndi, massaged her inner thighs a bit, causing her to bite her lips, then
deftly slid the vibrator in her pussy. "You know, Cyndi, DEAR, normally I would
agree with you. Normally I always agree with you about everything, and that was
my mistake. But I am corrected that mistake right now, and believe me when I
say I have had a *LOT* of practice dealing with people that CLAIM not to be
ticklish. Aside from a few who have nervous or muscular disorders, this little
treatment always works." Jon flipped the swich, and the motor in the dildo
sprang to life, working its magic over--or INSIDE OF---Cyndi. She closed her
eyes tightly, trying not to react as her pussy was taken to the cleaners, pumped
and worked and teased as she begin to moan softly, feeling her libido heating
up at a rapid pace. At the same time, Jon moved smoothly to her feet and started
running his fingers all along her bare soles, causing her toes to twitch ever so
slightly, and giggles and moans both escaped her lips. As her body reacted to
the sexual tension of the dildo, the gentle stroking of her soles began to work
its way into her being as well. Within a few minutes, Cyndi was laughing and
crying tears as Jon's fingers flew over her well tanned size seven feet; she
howled as he tickled in between her long wiggling toes, then moaned loudly as
the vibrations between her legs hit her again, as if for the first time.
"Ghhhnnnn...hahahahahaha...nooonnoooon...oh Gawdddd...yer driving me crazy
I cant stand it...mmmmmm...feels ssssoooooo...eeeeeekkkkk!!! hahahahahah...it
TIIIICCKLEESSS...mmmmmm....dont stop dont stop....fuck!!! You are driving me
up the walllllssss!!" Cyndi cried. The sensations were starting to combine, the
tickling was starting to center on her clit and her nipples, and the action of
the dildo seemed to run up and down her body, along the soles of her now very
ticklish feet. In the back room, Jeffery was screaming as well, tears running
down his face as he felt his feet, his armpits, his neck and body subjected to
ticklish agony. Jonothan had even placed disks under his balls and in between
his ass cheeks, so Jeff felt himself becoming aroused as well as being in agony
as feedback of Cyndi's torment hit him as well.
"CYNDDDDDIIIIIII!!" he screamed through laughter. "PPPllllleeeeesssseee
stop laughingggg...hahahahahaha....yer KILLING MEEEEEEehehehehehe..."
Jonothan merely smiled as he moved the dildo tighter in between Cyndi's
steaming slit, flipping the switch into overdrive. Cyndi began grunting as the
increased sensations pushed her ever closer to climax. Jonothan begand stroking
her underarms now, causing Cyndi to shake and wiggle futilely as she succumbed
to the torture, feeling as if her body was being controlled like a puppet, and
she unable to resist. Her laughter and moans became little silent 'ooohhs' as
he massaged and teased her breasts and nipples, worked over her neck, and
gently caressed and rubbed her sweat-soaked, tear-streaked face. Cyndi's tanned
well proportioned body heaved mightily was she came, grunting gutturally as
the sensations running over her body faded momentarily with the release of her
sex. As she drifted back down, she was lucid enough to hear Jeff's moans from
the other room as he too hit his climax...then her body reawakened to the same
sensations as before. Cyndi nearly cried aloud as she felt the horrible tickling
of her sides, feeling even MORE ticklish than before somehow. The dildo made
the situation worse, as Jon flipped it into stage three, causing it to rock
and turn slightly as it purred away. Cyndi felt herself nearing the edge once
again, and she moaned and laughed and pleaded softly as her voice began to give
out. Jeffery gave one big scream from his room then went once again unconscious.
Jon sighed. 'I shouldnt have tickled him senseless an hour before her,' he
thought sadly. 'I wanted them to go out at the same time. Oh well.' To his
surprise, Cyndi also shrieked a few moments before also passing out cold.
"Well, that couldnt have worked better if i had planned it." Gently turning
the vibrator off and removing it, Jon set up the last of his devices, placing
several disks on Cyndi most sensitive areas; along her soles and toes of her
feet, between her thighs, under her arms, on her nipples, her back, her neck,
and atop her clit. He then walked over to the main controller console in the
table in the hallway. He pressed the feedback LOOP button, then clicked the
battery default to the ON position. This would have the curious effect of
causing the feedback of the person laughing and twitching the hardest to tickle
the OTHER person, and vice versa. And the battery backup would kick in after
a five minute rest stop if either or both would pass out or go silent. The
battery had enough of a charge to last seven hours. Jon smiled. He would have
loved to stay and watch as Cyndi and Jeff tickle and laugh each other into
insanity, but the timetable he had set for himself was rapidly coming to a
close. Three days remained until the anniversary of THE DAY, the day when his
life had been changed forever, and he still had final plans to make.
****** Chapter 10 *******
Christy Swanson and Jessica Brown were talking softly in the lunch line as
they waited to be served what passed for lunch in the campus cafeteria. Intent
on their conversation, they merely pointed to what they wanted, not even
bothering to speak to the small petite blonde serving the food. "Well, *I* think
he is CUTE...for an older man, that is," Jessie grinned at Christy. "I think
the new physics teacher Mr. Meyars is really cool. He's only 27 you know, and
only a 5 year age difference isnt TOO bad."
"Oh please," Christy rolled her eyes. "You think any man in a pair of pants
is cute." She dodged the lighthearted smack that Jessie threw at her back. "I
like my men a bit younger, more malleable...more controllable." She flashed a
wicked grin. "There's something to be said for being the one in control, and
most men older than us are too stuck in their ways, too used to tell the woman
what to do. Well, that's not for me, I'm my own boss."
"That must be why yer dating Kevin then," Jessie quipped. "He might be the
best fotball player in the state and the captain of the team, but he's as smart
as a goalpost." Jessie giggled as her friend shoved her lightly, moving down to
get their usual drinks of Iced tea. "I dont care what you say, I still think
Mr.Meyars is cute."
"Well, he is a lot better than the OLD physics teacher we had. Old man
Smythe was about as fun and interesting as watching grass grow." Christy grabbed
her tray and got the silverwear. "I kind of wonder what happened to him anyway?
Some of the teachers say he had a nervuos breakdown and left, never came back
not even to clean out his desk. Good riddance I say."
"I dunno," Jessie said, following behind Christy. "I dont think he was so
bad, and I kind of feel bad for getting him fired in the first place. I mean,
he never did anything to US!"
"Are you kidding?" Christy exclaimed disbelieveing. "He ragged on us all
the time, singling us out for any little thing. 'Ms. Swanson, Ms. Brown, pay
attention, Ms. Swanson, Ms. Brown, I am trying to teach here. Ms. Swanson, Ms.
Brown, if you have something to say, maybe you would like share it with the rest
of the class.' Any of THAT sound familiar, Jessie?" Jessica merely sighed. She
never won an argument with her friend, and she wasnt about to lose much sleep
over the fate of one professor that had disappeared. "Enough about him anyway,
lets go eat out on the patio and talk about something else more fun."
The two girls went and sat outside on the patio at a table underneath a
large tree, overlooking the gym, which was closed temporarily to have the main
floor painted. They talked and laughed as they ate, waving and blowing kisses
at a few of the boys that walked by, giggling and laughing as they turned away
embarrassed, chiding and picking on the ones that were brave enough to respond
and THEN laughing as they walked away frustrated. After a time, Jessie grabbed
her stomach, mumbling softly, "Uhhh..I dont feel so good. Must have eaten too
fast or something."
Christy laughed. "That's what you get for picking Mystery Meat surprise,
Jess. The only surprise is how long anyone can manage to keep it down. Always
go for the chicken, its always the same dry, predictable...uhhh...predictable...
uhhhhh...suddenly I dont feel so good either." Christy held her stomach as small
cramps caused her to double over. "Must be something in the food."
"Boy are you ever right about that," a man's voice sounded behind them.
They turned quicky to find a tall, wiry black man leaning against the tree,
dressed in a suit, wearing a white lab coat and a pair of glasses. Even though
his face and build had changed, the outfit and voice gave instant recognition
as to who it was. "Mr. Smythe?" Jessie asked, her face a mask of pain. "Where
did you come from? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I've always been here, girls, just biding my time, watching the two
of you, learning your habits, preparing to get you back for geting me FIRED."
He snickered at the wide-eyed expressions on their faces. "Yes, I know, POISON
isnt really my style, but for you two I decided to make an excepstion. AFter all,
you two were a little bit sneaky in the way you set up my experiment to blow,
the way you used and framed my assistant, and myself as well. It seems only
fitting that the two little chemists take a taste of their own medicine."
"You're...lying...aaaccckk!!" Christy croaked as her body began it shudder
and sweat began to pour from her body. "You wouldnt...poison us...just trying to
scare....us...into confessing."
Jonothan laughed. "Silly girl, I dont NEED your confession. I already KNOW
it was you and Jessie that did it. And even if you DID confess, no one would
believe you after all this time, certainly not the Dean. No, I have what I
truly wanted, to watch you two suffer in your last few hours."
"Nooooo..." Jessie wailed pitifully. "Pleeeaassee, Mr. Smythe, we didnt
mean to get you fired, it was just a prank, please dont let me die! I'm sorrrry,
really sorry! UHHH...my stomach...*BHYAUURRCKK*" Jessie's pleas were cut off as
she violently wretched and threw up her lunch, sagging softly in her seat. Mr.
Smith looked thoughtful, as if considering. He shook his head and sighed.
"Well...I heard what was being said in the lunch line. I know *YOU* were
just going along with Ms. Swanson's idea, Ms. Brown...and you seem sorry...so
I *GUESS* I could give you the antidote." At the mention of an antidote, both
girls looked up, hope swimming in their eyes. Jon took out a small vial of
thick pink liquid. "What about YOU, Ms. Swanson? Feeling apologetic yet? You
seem to think this is some sort of game. Well, I am playing for KEEPS here!"
"Pleaassee....I want...to livvvveee...*BWHYAAAARRCK*" Christy said as she
in turn tossed her lunch. Jon sighed softly.
"Well, if you wish to survive the next few minutes, you'd better both pick
yourselves up out of the crap you just threw up and follow me into the gym." He
held up the vial as he walked to the gymnasium doors. "I'll be waiting for you
in the locker room...I suggest you try to hurry."
As quickly as they could managed doubled over, Christy and Jessica ran into
the gym, half-walked, half-tumbled down the stairs into the basement, walked
around the corner to the locker room, and entered the GIRLS side, which was open.
"So glad you could make it," Jon said as he locked the door behind him. "Now sit
on the massage tables and let me hear your best, most heartfelt apologies and
we'll see if you earn the antidote." Crying softly, the two girls hopped up and
started begging for their lives. Jessie broke down and openly wailed her sincere
apology, begging for a chance to live. Jon almost shed a tear as he tossed her
a vial of pink liquid. Christy, distraught, lost all of her cold, proud, haughty
attitude and dropped to her knees at Jon's feet begging for forgiveness. With
a sigh, he handed her a small vial of pink liquid as well.
Jessie greedily drank the contents down, frowning, looking up at Jon and
Christy in disbelief. "Wha? What? It cant be...this....is...th...annnttiii..
dote..." Slumping over, Jessie passed out atop her table, appreaing lifeless
until Christy noticed the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
"Better hurry, Ms. Swanson. The poison will leave you catatonic like your
friend if you dont finish it before---" Needing no further prodding, Christy
likewise drained her vial. She licked her lips, softly, frowning as well.
"It tastes strange...like strawberry Yoohoo drink...ex...exact..ly..like
yooohooooo..." she moaned as she too dropped into unconsciouness. Jon smiled,
picking the girl up and placing her onto the massage table next to Jessie's.
Whistling softly, Jon summoned Mary, still dressed as a cafeeria worker, from
behind the lockers, wheeling a small covered cart. As Jonothan took a large
network of tubes and pipes and attached the system to the ceiling above the
table Mary walked over and examined the two girls to make sure they were okay,
then removed their shoes and socks and slipped them into the padded manacles
they had welded to the side of the table the night before. She then slipped their
wrists into a pair of outter manacles, pulling each girl into a stiing position
with their ankels bound in between their hands, which were just enough away from
their feet that they could touch the edges but not cover them from any tickling.
"Master, that was amazing," Mary said, kissing Jon softly on the lips as
they stood back to admire their handywork. A small stream of milk and honey
started to drip down the network through a metal tube situatied right above the
girls' bare exposed feet, dripping down between their limp, immoble toes.
"You seemed to know exactly how they would react, and you got them down here
without anyone being the wiser."
"Of course, love," he replied smiling, noting how Jessie's feet began to
twitch as the steady drip of liquid softly tickled and trickled between her toes.
Christy even let out a small giggle. "I have indeed watched them closely, and
I did a little research on them as well, finding out their eating habits. As for
them causing a scene, the amount of mixture you put in their food was enough
to give them stomach upset so bad they wouldnt have been able to put up a fight.
And my convincing little speech about poison got them so scared they really
believed that they were dying. Once i had them hooked, it was a simple matter
to get them to drink the drugged YooHoo than knocked them out cold. A little
bit of irony, using something so obvious to conceal the taste of the drug."
With a flourish, he whipped away the sheet over the cart, revealing a large
cage filled with six sleeping mottled tabby cats. Jessie and Christy groaned
and awoke, glancing around at their surroundings.
"What the fuck?" Christy yelled. "Let us out of this! UNTIE US RIGHT NOW,
OR SO HELP ME I'LL--eeeekkkkehehehehehe" Christy giggled as Mary wickedly
atacked her helpless right foot.
"Quiet, little girl," she hissed. "My love has a little treat for you, one
that is guarenteed to drive you up the walls. Trust me, I know. If you want any
mercy whatsoever, you better sit here, shut up, and try not to piss him off."
"Thank you Mary," Jon said, reaching inside the cage and taking one of the
cats, softly stroking its fur, making it purr loudly. Christy and Jessie looked
uneasily at their former professor. "I thought and thought of a way to punish
you two little GIRLS," he said after a moment. "Then i remembered hearing you
talking one day outside my door about an incident when you were both on the
swim team two years ago. Seems a group of your teammates pinned you down and
started tickling your bare feet so much you peed yourselves up. So I thought
I'd merely try a little variation on a theme."
"NOOOO!!! NOT THAT ANYTHING BUT THAT PLEASE GOD NO NOT MY FEEEETT!!!"
Jessica screamed. Her toes were wiggling and flexing tiredly now, a small
smile plastered on her face as a result from the slight tickle of the dripping
liquid on her soles. At the noise, the cat in Jon's arms leaped onto the table,
sniffing her feet, lightly grazing his whiskers along her arches as he examined
her foot, causing her to howl with laughter. As he was trained, the tabby started
licking away on her feet, its small rough tongue working all over her foot and
in between her madly wiggling toes. Jessie was soon overcome with laughter, so
much so that she couldnt even beg. Christy looked on silently, her jaw lagging
and her eyes wide, not noticing until it was too late when the rest of the cats,
freed from their cage, leaped up and started doing the same to her feet.
Both girls burst into helpless laughter as the the kittens, three per girl,
licked and sucked and tickled their feet, unceasingly lapping up the sweet
liquid dripping onto their tortured feet. Jon held Mary close to him, kissing
her passionatly, feeling his arousal building at the sight and sounds of their
victims' torment. Mary, too, was aroused, gently rubbing herself through her
uniform.
"If you'll excuse us, girls, Mary and I will be right back. Dont worry we
wont go far. Besides," he said chuckling evilly, "I think you two will be well
entertained. I hope you are ready to learn a NEW lesson girls, because this
class will last all weekend...and on Monday, I'll have you as well trained as
my little kittens."
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
About 6:15 am Monday morning, Elizabeth Andrews, the Dean of Natural Science
at the university pulled up into her reserved parking space. She always enjoyed
arriving early, at the start of the day, giving her a few moments alone before
the start of the school day. Walking from the parking lot to her office she
clicked the car alarm on her four-door Pontiac Regal, feeling everything was
totally safe and secure. As she walked down the hallway, she noticed two young
students standing around her door, waiting nervously. She recognized them as
Christy Swanson and Jessica Brown. Before she could even ask them what they were
doing here this early, or even how they had gained enterance in the LOCKED
building, Christy ran over to her and hugged her sobbing loudly. "Ms. Andrews,
Ms. Andrews...wuaaaa..." she cried. "He was HERE! HE WAS HERE!!! HE *TORTURED*
USSSS!!" Jessica stood aloof, staring at her feet, crying silently. "He...he..
caught us and...and....he tied us up and hee.....hheee..." Christy's voice broke
there, and Jessica looked up and finished.
"HE *TICKLED* US!!! FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT!!" she screamed. Breaking down
into quiet sobs, she went back to staring at her feet. "He let us go," she said
softly, "let us go because he said we were just the 'little fish' and he was
after the BIG ONE, that he was coming after her when the time was right. He is
coming, Dean Andrews---coming for *YOU*, and you have to stop him somehow, before
he gets you, because he said after he finishes with you he is coming back to get
US again!" Jessie started to shiver slightly.
"Calm down girls, calm down," Liz said, peering left and right as she
unlocked her office, ushering the girls inside. "Come in and have a seat, and
tell me---SLOWLY, that is---what happened. *WHO* is after us?"
"Mr. Smythe," Christy said softly. "He poisoned us...somehow snuck into the
cafeteria and poisoned us. He lured us into the g-g-gym with the promise of an
an-n-n-tidote! But...when we woke up we were t-t-tied to the table...and he
tickled us...oh GOD how he tickled us...I thought I would go INSANE!!"
"He's John Doe, Ms. Andrews," Jessica spoke up. "He told us all about how
he had went back and gotten revenge on all of those that had wronged him in
the past." Jessica looked at Liz with bright wild eyes. "He said he was saving
you for last, to make you his GREATEST masterpiece. Then...after he finished
with YOU he would come back after us...that he wasnt finished with us yet! Ms.
Andrews, you *HAVE* to do something! Please!"
Liz was breathless with fright. Jonothan Smythe. John Doe. Could it be? Had
that shy submissive egghead really turned into that dangerous psychotic maniac?
He *WAS* a tickle freak, and into feet, as she already knew, but...John Doe?
The dreaded lunatic that had been terrorizing the whole country over the last
year---and had managed to escape capture every time, for if Mr. Smith was indeed
John Doe then he had managed to pull off the crimes and blame someone else for
them. She shuddered. If there was anyone that would have a reason to come after
her for revenge, it was him. Flashes of memory from their last meeting, when she
teased him mercilessly before firing him came back to haunt her. No one knew it,
but her feet were the most ticklish, most sensitive feet in the state! She was so
ticklish that her pedicurist had to strap her wrists and ankles down to keep her
from bucking out of the seat when she had her feet pedicured. The thought of
someone as sadistic as John Doe touching her feet---she picked up the phone to
call the authorities for help, but there was no tone, no hiss or static. Nothing.
The line was dead.
"Come on, girls!" Elizabeth said, her voice straining to keep from cracking.
"We're getting out of here. NOW!" She let the two girls out first, then locked the
door. The three women literally ran to the parking lot, right to Liz's car, where
she quickly fumbled the keys from her pocketbook and into the keyhole. As she
unlocked the door, she felt a shiver go up her spine; someone was standing right
behind her, staring hard at her back. Her head snapped back to peer at who it was,
and gasped in confusion to find Jessica and Christy grinning at her, holding a
small metal tube right at her back. What did they think they were doing? Didn't
they realize they all had to escape before HE came? This was no time to play---
Elizabeth didnt even get to finsh her thought as a blinding blue light
flashed from the tube, enveloping her. She dropped numbly to the pavement, out
cold. Jessica grabbed her left arm, Christy the right, and together pulled her
into the car's back seat. They then drove the car down to the running track behind
the gym, where their Master was waiting for them.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Liz came to feeling groggy and numb in places. Shaking her fuzzy head, she
tried to get to her feet...only to find she was strapped down, completely immobile.
And worse yet, she was totally naked, except for her pantyhose. Suddenly, it all
came back to her: John Doe, running to the car, Christy and Jessica zapping her. It
had all been part of some trap and she had fallen into it. She moaned softly, now
noticing a gag was around her mouth.
"Look, she's awake!" Christy said, grinning.
"Yep, she seems pretty surprised, and a little scared," answered Jessica.
"MMMmmmpHhh Ftrrtthhthpphmmm!!" Elizabeth yelled, shaking her head and
struggling as hard as she could to break free. But her bonds were too firm and
strong.
"Forget it, lady," a female voice behind and out of her line of sight spoke.
"We made sure you weren't going anywhere. And from experience, I can teel you the
way you're tied, you'd have to be strong as The Hulk to break out!" Mary walked
into view: a small petite woman with short blonde hair, carrying a small feather
duster, four small toothbrushes, a pair of 1 inch wide paintbrushes, and a
hairbrush. Liz cringed at the sight of them, knowing full well how they were
going to be used.
"MMMMMPHHHH...Mmmm...mmm..MPPPPPHHHH!!!! MMMMPHHH!!!" she yelled, her
pleas for mercy muffled and indistguishable. The three women laughed, taking
their positions around her tied, helpless body. Jessica and Christy each took a
side, and Mary took the spot right above her head.
"I think we can start with the feathers first, girls," Mary said. "Just a
little warm up for things to come." She smiled at Liz, making the poor woman's
blood turn cold. "But be careful. We dont want her passing out too soon. Take
your time, after all, we've got all day, now that we took care of the gym
classes." And with that, Liz's heart sank. She had held grudgingly to the hope
that whatever she endured, it would at least be short-lived; now it seemed she
faced an all-day session. Shaking her head softly in denial, Liz felt the smooth
soft touch of the feathers caressing her sides, and her neckline. Her breath
caught sharply in her throat, every muscle tensed to try and fight the tickling
feeling running all over her bare body. "Nice work, girls," Mary said softly,
still teasing Elizabeth's neck and shoulders. "Bring her into it slowly, draw
it out as long as you want before you go ballistic on her."
Jessica and Christy laughed, softly. It was strange how much they really
*ENJOYED* this, tickling their Dean, tied helplessly before them. It gave them
a new sense of power they had never felt before. Add to it the fact that the
woman was totally nude except a pair of stockings, and it was enough to make
them both slightly wet with excitement. "Mmmmm..."Jessica murmured softly. I
remember how this felt when they did iy to me a few days ago, she thought. I
just couldnt STAND it, it tickled so much. But, ooohhhh, after I got used to it
it started to feel soooo good. I wonder if Ms. Andrews will beg us not to stop
like I did...mmmmmm...
Christy was having similar thoughts as she caressed and feathered the
Dean's sides, remembering her own experiences under the feathers. She half
felt pity for the poor woman, yet she was half envious too. Maybe, she thought,
if we do a good job, we'll get to be tied and tickled again. A shudder ran
through her at the thought. Oh, God what is happening to me anyway? she
wondered. I never felt this way before...so strange...but so...good. Christy
smiled softly.
Meanwhile, Liz was in tickle hell. She had started thrashing from side to
side as much as her bonds allowed, trying to escape the feathers, which to her
addled mind seemed to be EVERYWHERE. She was barely able to restrain her
giggles, thanks to the gag, and was hoping feverishly that if she didnt laugh
they would give up and let her go. But now they were starting to tickle in
earnest, Mary moving up and down her neckline, shoulders, down to the cleft
between her large white breasts, and back up again. The girls seemed to be
having a duel, each one scrabbling to get at her navel, then pulling back to
the sides of her ribs, along the edge of her pantyline, then back again to her
oh-so-ticklish bellybutton. Goosebumps broke out all over, sweat was starting to
gather along her forehead, and her eyes were closed so tightly that she felt
they would explode out of their sockets. One last sweep of the feather in her
navel...and she broke down, laughter pouring muffled through her gag, never to
be again contained. "Hhhhhhheheheheheheheheehahahahahahahehhehehehahahahahahahha hhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmstftfP stftfp STFTFP!!! AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHAH!!! mnmnmnoooooooooo!!!" she shreiked, struggling with all her might.
"AH! Now we have her," Mary said, grinning evilly. "I could tell you were
trying to hold it in, honey," she cooed, grinning. "Havent you figured out yet
that there is no escape, no way to block it out or stop it? Just accept it and
let it take you, and you'll last longer. Its a waste of energy to fight."
Dropping the feather, Mary began using her fingertips, rubbing them across Liz's
chest and along her upper sides near her underarms, which so far had not been
touched. Jon had specifically given them instruction NOT to attack her underarms
or her feet, yet, to leave her most vulnerable spots for the last. But Mary was
in dreamland, nearly swooning at the feel of having her fingers running up and
down the woman's soft skin. She felt she *HAD* to get those underarms, had to
hear this woman's laughter go through the roof, drive her hysterical with the
touch of her fingers...it was too much to resist!! Slowly her hand moved to the
woman's armpit---and was grasped from behind Jonathon's strong firm grip. Mary
gasped, surprised...and a little nervous. "I...I..just wanted---" she began.
"It's okay," he said softly, kissing her captured hand, smiling. "I just
want you to wait a little longer before you get to her pits. Trust me, you'll
enjoy it more after a little anticipation." Releasing her hand, Mary resumed
her work as Jon walked to the foot of the padding, watching Liz intently. With
her eyes shut tight, she no doubt had no idea he had arrived. Her feet kicked
softly as she writhed and twisted still vainly trying to escape the tickling.
Jon noticed how her toes curled and stretched, almost as if waving for someone
to come tickle them. He smiled, remembering how she had teased and humiliated
him with her soft pale feet before she fired him and sent him away. Oh, he would
get his retribution very soon, and she would indeed be very very sorry. Finally,
after half an hour, Liz was too tired to thrash and kick anymore, even her toes
had stopped twitching. Her skin was red all over from exertion, and reduced
oxygen flow from the gag as well as the laughing. It was time.
"Stop," he said loudly, and instantly the three ticklers pulled back. Liz
continued to laugh and giggle for the next five minutes, finally subsiding into
deep panting and gasping for air. Her eyes, now opened and slightlu glazed,
looked upon him as if seeing him for the first time in her life. He bent down
and caressed her face a moment before untying the gag from her mouth. "Well,"
he said softly, "it seems the 'shoe is on the other foot' now, so to speak.
You abused me, mistreated me, blamed me for nearly everything wrong in this
administration, even though it was all due to your incompetance. And finally,
when I actually DID have a mishap, you used it as an excuse to humiliate and
fire me." Jon walked around her, circling the platform as he spoke, touching
her body at different random points, making her giggle softly. "I see you find
that funny. Well, I find it funny to see you here, now, at my mercy, after what
you did to me. And while you WONT think your torture is so funny in a few
seconds, I'm sure you'll be laughing up a storm." He stopped at her feet,
admiring the brightly painted scarlet toes underneath the thin nylon hose.
Elizabeth flinched as she saw where he intended to attack.
"NO...NO...Please dont, I'm sorry, REALLY REALLY sorry!" she gasped,
breathlessly. "I--i--i'll do anything you want, please just let me go! You can
have your job back, with a raise, anything ANYTHING!!! Just dont tickle my
FEET!"
"Oh, but I HAVE everything I could possibly want right here with me," he
said, bending down on his knees. "Besides, its only fair. You used yout feet to
tease and torment me, its only fair I tease and torment THEM!" With a single
index finger, he traced a line down the center of her wrinkled sole, which kicked
and bucked and wiggled vainly to move away from the sensation. A smile split
Liz's face, and a shriek escaped her lips, quickly turning into giggling mixed
with pleading: AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEeeehhhhheeeeeeehhhhehehehahhahahahaHAHAHAHAH!!
ssttoooaahahahapppp...staaaahhahahaapppp...pleaeeesee.no no no no nomooohohohoho
hhohrrrrrrreee!!! Jonathan smiled appreciatively; all the fight had definitely
been driven from her by the gentle but lengthy warm-up session, and within
minutes her feet were totaly immobile. "That's it, Elizabeth," he said softly.
"Just laugh for me. Yes, yes, thats it. Laugh. Just lie there and enjoy the soft
touch of my fingers. It feels so good doesnt it? Just makes you so HAPPY you cant
help but smile and laugh." His finger slid aimlessly down and around her tender
nylon-covered sole, sending her into more giggles. "I bet you wondered why you
were stripped naked, but left in your pantyhose. Well, thin nylon seems to make
a person's skin more sensitive, more ticklish...and I am SURE you can very much
appreciate that right now." With that, he began scrabbling all five fingers on
her small, narrow, high arches, tickling her vigorously. Liz went nuts, her
soft giggling turning into hysterical laughter.
"HA HA HA HA HAHA HAHHHHHAAAA HAHA HA HAHA HAHA AH AH HA HA HA HAHHAAA!!"
she screamed, turning red with breathless laughter. She was oblivious now, her
entire world centered upon the agony of her feet. Somehow, he had found her
most ticklishly sensitive spots, zeroing in on that dreadful spot on her arch and
under her middle toes, where she absolutely couldnt STAND it. She was helpless,
unable to get away, unable to make it stop, unable now to even BEG for mercy,
though she knew there would be none anyway. She could just barely make out Jon
saying something, then suddenly her whole body seemed to explode with sensation
as she found the OTHERS HAD NOW JOINED IN AS WELL!! Her screams of laughter went
into the inaudible range and never returned as her throat gave out.
Mary and the girls had resumed their tickling of the trapped girl, with
Jon working her feet over. Marys eyes closed tightly, one hand tickling Liz's
armpits as she had so wanted, the other softly rubbing her sex through her red
silk skirt. Jessica, sighing softly, continued to poke and prod Liz's ribs,
playing her like a xylophone, her own sex throbbing anxiously at the tickle
domination she was performing. She felt herself shiver slightly, knowing that
this was the world she had been BORN to. "Mr. Smythe," she said softly, "I take
back everything I ever said about you, you're the best teacher I've ever had.
You've taught me something about myself I never even dreamed of before." She
squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them vigorously together as she used her
hands to tickle tickle tickle the poor woman out of her mind.
Christy, too, thanked Jonothan softly for the gift of being taught of the
world of sensual, sexual torment. As she caressed and teased the Dean's skin, she
came to realize several truths sbout herself she had always known but had been
unable to face. Seeing the woman so helpless before her, naked, totally at her
mercy aroused and excited her to no end, and realizing her bi-sexual nature for
the first time, it was all she could do to keep from straddling Ms. Andrews and
grinding against her till they both exploded. She also found that she liked the
sight of her bound and helpless, but that she, herself, wanted more than anything
to trade places with her, to be tied and helpless, to be teased and tickled till
she couldnt take it anymore...to be DOMINATED and forced into total submission.
Her hands repeatedly caressed the tied womans breasts, brushing her engorged
nipples, and feeling them harden under her touches, forcing an occassional moan
from her between the laughter.
Finally, Liz slumped, exhausted and out of breath, and passed out, cold. Jon
immediately motioned everyone to stop. He checked his watch, and smiled to see that
she had managed to last an entire hour! "Well, I'll give her credit for one thing,"
he said, chuckling, "she has stamina. A whole hour AFTER taking a half an hour warm
up. Impressive...but we cant let her have TOO much a rest." Removing two hypodermic
needles from his jacket pocket, Jon readied and injected them into Liz's thigh. The
first, a stimulant, brought her back awake, giggling softly, in a few minutes. But
the SECOND ones effects would be seen a little later...
"Glad to see you back awake and with us," Jon smirked. "I guess we must be
boring you by our meager efforts, if you can fall asleep." Liz shook her head,
tears leaking piteously down her cheeks. She had almost dared believe it was a
nightmare before, when she fell asleep, but she saw it was real, and there was
more yet to come. Her mouth opened, pleading, begging for mercy, but her ravaged
throat could only utter soft hisses and silent groans. Jon reached over and pulled
one leg of her stockings off her left foot, leaving it totally bare, with the right
still encased in nylon. "I'll try to be a little more creative this time, Liz," he
said. Looking straight at Christy, he said, "Maybe if you are nice and attentive,
I can PERSUADE one of the girls to give you a little release from your frustrations
and a bit of enjoyment to the group as well." Whispering softly only to Christy,
"I know you want to make her cum, I can see it in your eyes. Bring her up slowly,
try and draw it out for a time until you absolutely cant stand it, then give BOTH
of you the release you want. You've learned your lessons well, and you deserve it."
Once again the laughter started, hoarse, squeaking garbled laughter, as Liz
was tickled mercilessly all over her body. Within minutes, she was red faced and
breathing irregularly once more, about to pass out, so Jon ordered the tickling to
slow, but not stop, to allow her to recover a bit, winking at Christy. In her mind,
there was no thought, no consciousness, only sensations, tickling tickling and more
tickling...but as Christy leaned down and softly licked her left nipple, a NEW
sensation cut through the fog of her mind like a hot knife through butter. Mary
moved down to help Jon attack her feet---Mary scratching Liz's hosed arches, Jon
tickling her bare toes---and Jessica began to softly caress and rub her inner
thighs, in am outward spiral, sweeping ever closer to her bare wet sex. Liz's
laughter had turned to a kind of low moaning/groaning giggle, as she felt her most
tender and sensual parts teased; this tickling was growing extremely erotic even
as it was irritating, and as much as she longed and needed for it to stop she
found herself getting aroused, wanting it to go on, to give her that badly needed
release.
Christy was sucking and licking the Dean's swollen nipples like a lollipop,
as if it had the sweetest taste she had ever tasted. She could feel Lizs pulse
pounding furiously through her flesh, see her chest heaving with a more anxious
and rythmic breathing, smell the musk of her sex as her hips jerked and thrusted
for attention. Christy closed her eyes tightly, feeling herself getting wetter
and hotter than ever before, hoping that her boyfriend was ready later tonight
for the ride of his life!!
Jessica was teasing the edge of Lizs pussy with her fingertips, gliding
all around her neatly trimmed slit, barely brushing the small throbbing bump,
feeling the Dean frantically struggling to press her hips against her, to make
the roughfirm contact that would set her free...only to be denied as Jessica
skillfully dodged and tickled her somewhere else. Jessica was as excited and
aroused as she ever was, not that she had sexual feelings for the woman naked
before her. What made her sex throb was the POWER she felt over Ms. Andrews,
the total and absolute DOMINATION she had over her. What she had experienced at
Master Jonothans practiced and learned hands had been marvelous, had opened and
exposed her soul, laid it out for all to see. Now, *SHE* was in control, helping
to do the same to someone else. She was so hot and wet she knew it would only
take the sight of the Dean hitting her orgasm to bring her off as well, but she
wanted to make her beg, to submit totally to HER, to plead from her soul for HER,
Jessica, to allow her to cum. The thought made Jessica weak-kneed, and she shook
her fuzzy head to clear it.
Mary tickled and tickled the stockinged foot in front of her face, her
fingers tracing patterns lazily around the sole, then savagely scritching up
and down her arches, then wiggling and snaking them between Lizs splayed toes. It
didnt matter where she tickled or how, the result was the same: the flesh under
her fingers twitched and vibrated as every nerve ending fired off at once. She
knew only too well how deliciously irritating that sensation was; since she was
first subjected to and sumbitted by that first tickling ordeal, she had been so
'tortured' more than thirty times. And each time was better than the next! Her
kind Master even let her turn the tables and tickle torture HIM from time to time,
letting her drive him insane with ticklish laughter. But it was all the same, to
tickle or be tickled. She was aroused by the feeling, longed for it, dreamed about
it, thought of it nearly all the time. It had become her way of life. And her
devotion to the man who had introduced herto it was absolute. "MMmmmmmm...ohhh..."
she moaned softly, feeling a small tingling between her legs. She was so close
now, so very close. It was a struggle to hold it in, but she also wanted to draw
out Liz's torment before driving her over the edge. And unlike Christy and
Jessica, she knew what the second vial of liquid in the Dean's blood would do
once she hit orgasm. She wanted her to last as long as possible.
Jonothan was in heaven. This was it, the ultimate domination of she who
had come to symbolize his greatest foe, the one that had been his total undoing.
Elizabeth Andrews, that proud haughty bitch that had delighted so in humiliating
and debasing him, was gone. Now, in her place, was a weak, submissive little girl,
giggling and laughing, totally mindless in hilarity. For the tiniest second, he
considered thought about what would happen once he allowed them to bring her to
orgasm, the effect of the chemical in her blood once her pheromone and adreniline
levels maxed out, how she would never be the same. For the tiniest second he felt
concern, and considered mercy. Then, he heard her laugh, that hateful ugly, self
righteous laugh, in his head, the one she used when she fired him, the one so
UNLIKE the piteous wheezing laughter pouring out of her now, and his heart again
turned to concrete, and a smirk appeared on his face. "Now. Give her her release
now!" he shouted, raising her bare pink sole to his lips, starting to lick and
suck on her toes.
Christy and Jessica went at it with reckless abandon, each taking one side
of their Dean, each soft red mouth sucking and licking one nipple, a hand roughly
rubbing her pulsating clitty, the other's fingers pumping deep into the hot slick
grotto between the Dean's legs. Mary and Jon were tickling Lizs feet into a frenzy,
Jon with his tongue, Mary, who had removed her skirt, rubbing the stockinged foot
against her own pussy. Elizabeth's befogged and tortured mind knew only pleasure
as one and only one thought drummed through her: DONT STOP DONT STOP FOR THE LOVE
OF GOD DONT STOP!!!!! Her hips bucked and grinded against the girls hands, her toes
curled into tight fists, and her back arched as all the frustration and agony and
ectascy of her experience combined and exploded within her. Her body went taunt as
a bowstring as she climaxed, and the three women tickling her all groaned loudly
as THEY came as well, all moaning and groaning together in pleasure. Like dominoes,
Jon thought giddily as he too hit a climax at the erotic scene before him. Finally,
exhausted, Liz passed out, a smile permanently etched on her face. Jon shakily got
to his feet, helping Mary up as well. The girls began untying the unconscious Dean
from the platform, smiling softly at each other, sneaking in little tickles on the
sleeping woman, causing her to twitch and jerk and arch her back even in her sleep.
"Hurry up and untie her, girls," Jonothan said, looking at his watch. "We want
to get her back to her office before the President of the School goes to lunch."
Lunchtime, Jon thought. How time flies when you are having fun. He tossed his
cellular phone to Mary, who called the President. "Come on, Christy, Jessica, help
me load her into her car so we can take her back. Our job is done here...and I
believe you two wanted to finish up that LAST lesson I promised you." The girls
smiled softly, giggling as they grabbed the Dean and helped haul her to the car.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
"Mr. Smythe, ah, how good to see you again, come in come in, please."
President Lassard said. "I hope you're doing well these days, my boy. Considering
the way you were dismissed last year, I can guess you'd be somewhat surprised to
hear from me now."
"Not really, sir," Jon said, his expression totaly emotionless. "I had filed
a claim ten months ago against the school for my unfair dismissal, and yesterday I
got a call from the lawyer saying that the school wished to meet with me. I can
only assume you want to settle."
The President turned pale, then flushed, then pale again. "Yes, we do wish to
settle. New evidence has come to light to support your claim, and rather than have
a long drawn-out court proceeding and tarnish the school's name any further, I've
been empowered to settle with you directly, here and now. I trust we can come up
with terms that will satisfy you."
Jon gave the smallest bit of a smile. "I believe we can indeed. I know you're
probably sweating it out on the issue of the million-five I asked for at the time I
was fired. Well, let me set your mind at ease, President Lassard---I'm doing quite
well these days, and I'll just settle for my back wages for a year and the cost of
my lawyer---and having my old job back with a clause to leave at any time I wish
without any written notice or approval." He smiled, pulling out a folded document
from his coat pocket. "I had my lawyer take the liberty of drawing up the necessary
documents, all you have to do is sign, and we can consider the matter closed."
The President let out an audible sigh of relief. "Thats...thats good to hear
Mr. Smythe. I knew you were the type to be reasonable and not hold a grudge."
Signing a near illegible scribble, he handed the document back to Jon. "There you
are, Mr. Smythe," he said, standing up and shaking Jonothans hand, an obvious
dismissal. "We look forward to seeing you here teaching again bright and early
Monday morning. Have a good weekend."
"Wait, a moment," Jon said, pausing in the doorway. "There is one thing I
would like to know. What happened to make you change your mind in my favor? I
thought you totally believed Dean Andrews story."
The President sat down again, shaking his head. "A sad case that. Very sad.
Suffice it to say the school's faith in anything Dean Andrews did over the past
year or two is severely low. I received a call from her the other day, asking me
to come by her office for an 'important meeting', saying there was something that
I simply had to see to believe. When I arrived there, I found her standing in the
center of her office, stark naked, wagging her arms around like a bird, laughing
like a hyena! I was agahst! I walked over and grabbed her by the arms and asked her
what the meaning of this was, and she screamed, and started grinding her hips
against mine...and...well...she...she gave herself a great deal of PLEASURE, some
of which spurted on the crotch of my pants. Now, I am a happily married man, and
the LAST thing i want is for someone to come along and see this, or have my wife
hear about this. I quickly pushed her away, and she fell to the carpet, where she
once again writhed and laughed and screamed and pleasured herself, till she passed
out on the floor."
The man took a drink of water, and wiped his brow before continuing. "Well,
I straight away called for the campus security to come and take her away, to the
nearest sanitarium. She is no doubt totally mad, perhaps one of the victims of
that 'Masked Tickler' or whoever that was in the news. But much worse, it seemed
that the slightest touch on any spot of skin would send her into a frenzy, laughing
then moaning, then her...ummm...you know. Like the slightest touch sent her into
some kind of sexual chain reaction." Lassard sighed, leaning forward and lowering
his voice. "But this is the REAL clincher. I went back after seeing her safely away,
and searched her office as to some clue of what had happened. I found a bunch of
papers on her desk, papers that suggest that she had been embezzling funds, misuing
school equiptment and resources for personal use, even trying to patend and sell
private projects in study by other school researchers! A quick review of all her
personal records showed that she had transferred the funds and research to YOUR
account, which she had kept alive after dismissing you, as well as her a doctored
tape of the accident in the lab over which you were fired. In other words, Mr.
Smythe, she framed you and used your empty account to cover her activities, perhaps
to lay further blame on you if she were caught. Unfortunately---but fortunately for
you---she seems to have run into trouble from that Tickler fellow before she could
get away with it." He sighed again, steepling his fingers on his knee.
"Hmmm...I see," Jon said slowly. "So it seems that I have benefitted very
thanks to the Tickler. But dont you think that too much a coincidence? Wouldnt all
that mean that *I* am the Tickler everyone is talking about?"
"I thought of that too, at first," he admitted. "So did the police. Not that
they could get anything out of Dean Andrews...the poor girl is totally insane. But
around that time, news came of a Tickle-related incident in Arizona, hundreds of
miles away, and you couldnt possibly have done that AND been there as well. Then we
thought perhaps you just attacked her and used the same M.O. as the Tickler. But
we had two students come to us asking about Ms. Andrews that said they saw and
talked to you during the time of the incident, that being an old friend, you treated
them both to breakfast." Grinning, he patted Jonathan on the shoulder. "One thing
is for certain at any rate, my boy. You are certainly *NOT* the psycho crazed
Tickler that the police are after."
"Yes, I have to say you're right there, sir," Jon said walking to the door.
"I'm definitely NOT the one they are looking for."
*****EPILOGUE*****
Jonothan whistled softly to himself as he entered the subway terminal, on his
way home from a good day teaching chemistry and physics. His new boss, Dean Delvon
Waters was very friendly, and extremely apologetic about the 'mishap' over which
he had been fired a year ago. His students were all attentive and well behaved, and
his two new lab assistants, Christy and Jessica, helped him take care of any
students that wanted to cause a problem. It was almost a shame to see Elizabeth
go he thought smugly. The last few hours they had had together more than made up
for all the abuse and pain she had caused him. Perhaps someday the drug he had
injected her with would burn out of her system, and she would be able to once
again return to academia. Who knows, he thought to himself. With a smile, he read
the newspaper he carried as he awaited the subway car. The main stories in the news
about a woman being tickled but escaping by the skin of her teeth, were of course,
lies, made up by his newest 'tickle slave', the reporter, Mitzi Rodrigiuez, whom he
called to throw suspicion of his involvment with Dean Andres condition off. The
second story was Cyndi and Jeff, discovered at their homes, completely mad and
giggling like school children. The article seemed to suggest that the two were
victims of a copycat John Doe, which was a wide spread rumor of the tickle cases
that turned up after Mike Robertson was discovered in Lakeview Sanitarium, rumors
and stories fed to the public by Mitzi Rodrigiuez. She had recovered from her
experience none the worse for the wear, and found herself feeling complete
sympathetic to her Master, though she never *blantantly* expressed her views on
television. Noting several articles about a tickling incident upstate, at a State
supported university, Jonothan decided to have Mitzi look into it. The paper noted
the loss of several members of the faculty, including the Dean of Women, the school
athletics director, and most notably the head of the science department, one
April Hastler, who was currently undergoing psychiatric evaluations for tickle
induced madness. Smiling, he folded the paper under his arm again. He would most
DEFINITELY have to visit that campus---he was becoming bored with teaching here
and was toying with the idea of a transfer anyway.
As he stood waiting, holding his leather briefcase idly at his side, he
heard a familiar voice nearby. Turning, he saw the same group of punks that had
beaten him down in this very same subway station a year earlier! Rage and anger
warred with the cold calm logical part of him as he turned to face the advancing
punks. Jon stared at all six of their faces, the memory of each coming to life
as he recognized each of them. And pointing and smiling, they recognized him as
well.
"Hey, guys, lookee what we got here," the head thug said walking around
behind Jonothan. "Its the professor again. Hey Professor, we missed you all this
time. Hahahaha!!"
"Yeah, man, where is the Skipper and Gilligan? Heh heh heh," another man
laughed, circling around the other side.
"Probably back on the island...with your mother, that Bitch Mrs. Howel," he
retorted.
The thugs looked at one another stunned, then burst out laughing. All except
for the one insulted. He lunged at Jonothan, only to be held back by the leader.
"Not bad, esse," he said, "you talk pretty tough. I guess you forgot what we
did to you the last time you were down here. You know there is a penalty for
tresspassing through our turf. I hope you got enough money on you to pay it this
time!"
Jonothan smiled, looking the men up and down, assessing their skills and
weaknesses. "Yes, I have enough money to pay the toll, I have been very well
compensated for my time off last year. But I dont think I wish to share, so I'm
afraid you fellows wont be seeing any of my cash this time. As for the last time
we...crossed paths, yes I DO remember it very well. And i was hoping to run into
you scum-sucking bastards again someday to thank you for the enlightenment you
have given me."
"Mother fucker yer gonna die, fuck the money!" the leader said. "Boys,
take him down!" As a group, the circle of men attacked, lunging at Jonothan,
grasping at his clothes. The first thug yelped in pain as he drew back his arm,
cradling his broken wrist. The second thug screamed in pain as he swallowed
teeth from his broken jaw. The remaining thugs backed off, looking at Jonothan
with awe, respect, and a little fear. A third assailant picked up a wooden bat
and swung clumisly at him; Jon nimbly sidestepped the move, grabbed the man's
outstretched arm above the wrist, twisted it swiftly until he heard it crack,
locked it with his other arm over his shoulder, then pivoted forward, dragging
the poor hapless punk off his feet, over Jon's back, and to the ground with a
heavy thud. Standing up in a defensive crouch, he looked at the three remaining
men and grinned.
"Okay boys, who's next?"
"Fuck this," the fourth thug said, pulling a switchblade. "Kick the fucking
briefcase over here now or you're sushi, man!" With a smile, Jon kicked it
gently over to the man.
"Open it, its of no use to me anymore anyway," he said, grinning like a
Cheshire cat. The thug did just that, flippin the lid, only to find himself
coughing and gasping as a thick cloud of white smoke flew up into his face. He
dropped to the ground, giggling softly as he twitched and shook on the cold hard
ground. The man with the knife cursed and lunged forward, slashing violently.
Jon gasped, dropping back as the blade cut through his shirt, barely missing
his chest. Thinking quickly he pulled a small metal tube from his pocket and
aimed it at the thug, pressing the end hard. A small *WHOOSH* sounded as a small
dart buried itself in the middle of the stunned punk's chest. He laughed and
pulled it out and started to swing the blade again, but before he could raise
his arm, the drug took effect, and he doubled over in pain as severe cramps and
nausea overcame him. He groaned once before he tossed his lunch, then collapsed
face down in his own vomit.
"SHITDAMNMOTHERFUCK!!!!" the leader shouted, drawing his piece, shakily
holding it with a wild look in his eyes. At the same time, Jonothan drew his
own, a small cylindrical device with a rounded tip at the end. He pointed it
at the head punk and smiled.
"Drop it," Jon said, mimicing Robocop's semi-mechanical voice. "Your move,
creep," he said, flipping a switch on the edge with his thumb. With a cry of
rage, the punk fired his weapon, less than 10 feet away...but to his surprise
the gun EXPLODED in his hand, shattered metal flying in all directions. He sank
to the ground, holding his swiss-cheesed guts with the stump of one arm and the
whole of the other, gurgled softly, then fell to the ground dead. Jon, stunned
and shaken momentarily, clicked the OFF button on his sonic disruptor and put
it back in his pocket. He had never tested that particular device, which used
the sound energy from any source above 15 decibles, absorbed it, magnified it
about a thousand times, then reflected it back at the source as a wave of hyper
sonic energy. He was glad to see that the device had channeled the energy of
the gunshot back and destroyed it, and the thug, instead of him. Not knowing
anything else to say at the moment, he picked up his briefcase and turned to
the turnstile. "Have a nice day," he commented wryly.
Moments later, several transit cops flooded the area, looking over the
remains of the gang, some of which lived, others, like the leader, that didnt.
Jon walked mostly unnoticed to the nearest subway car, entered, and sat next to
a young attractive woman wearing loud orange toenail polish, which showed from
the holes in her open-toed black pumps. She looked out the window as the train
began to pull away. "What happened back there?" she asked, pointing at the
spectacle.
"Oh just a mugging, you know, same old, same old," Jon commented, looking
up at the woman's face. "I think we've met before somewhere. I never forget a
face, you know." The woman smiled, giggling softly at the man's attention. "Let
me see...its...Frieda, isnt it?"
"Wha..Why yes. Yes it is. I guess maybe we have met before." Jon smiled
at her, moving closer to her.
"I'm not doing anything this evening, I just got paid a very large bonus
at work today, and I feel in a rare mood to spend. Would you like to have dinner
with me tonight?"
Frieda giggled softly, failing to spot the reaction her laughter was
starting to have on her admirer. "Sounds great. You seem like a nice enough
guy---cant be too careful with all the weirdos and druggees around. Besides,
you have a job, which is more than my ex-boyfriend could claim. Sure. I'd love
to go out to dinner."
Jonothan smiled. "Okay, fine. I'll stop by and pick you up, just give me
your address and phone number. Oh...one more tiny little detail," he added as
he watched her dangle her pump off her long tapering orange-tipped toes. "I
was wondering...are you by any chance, TICKLISH?"
*****THE END*****
(for now, anyway...)
Jonothan called Mary from the airport once he had finally arrived home.
In several months he had been traveling, he had managed to keep contact with
her. Mary was a vital part in the completion of the last stage of his plan, and
he had sent her a little present from one of his trips. But she was more to him
than just a pawn to be controlled; Jonothan had become closely intimate with
the beautiful young nurse, and she too obeyed him now more out of love than for
fear of reprisal. Mary had suppiled him with a steady stream of information as
well as chemical supplies for his formulas. With him, she had discovered a part
of herself she hadnt even known existed, a part of her that was submissive and
longed to be controlled. Mary squealed softly with excitment as she heard his
voice in the receiver.
"Mary?"
"Hello Jonothan, its great to hear from you again. How goes your quest?"
"Everything is right on schedule. I am at the airport now, just arrived.
I'll take a taxi to my ex-girlfriend's house and wait for her to return from
work. After i finish her and Jeffery off, I'll be over to see you." Jon smiled
softly at the thought. "Tell me, love, did you miss me?"
Mary laughed softly. "Of course I did, silly....um..I mean Master." He
loved it when she called him that. "I'll be waiting for you to arrive. I've
got goosebumps just THINKING about it. Mmmmm..." She started to finger herself
on the phone as she remembered the first time he and she had made love, and
under the circumstances.
"Stop that!" he commanded. With a sighs, Mary stopped. Jonothan always
seemed to have an uncanny ability to read her like a book, to know what she was
thinking or doing no matter what. It was part of what made their relationship
so intense. "I dont want you getting yourself all excited and worn out before
I get there, understand?" Mary acknowledged. "Good. Now tell me...has the little
project I left you to work on come to fruition yet? By my watch it should be
just about time for their morning feeding."
"Yes, Master Jonathon," she giggled softly. "I was just about to feed them
when you called. Would you like to listen as i feed them?"
Jonothan quickly scanned the outside the phone booth. No one was around.
"Yes, go ahead. Put it on speaker phone, love." With a heavy sigh, Jon moved
his hand to his crotch and rubbed idly, awaiting the sounds he loved to hear
so much. A moment later, several meows sounded in the background, and a little
sigh and coo from Mary. Seconds later, she giggled softly, then slightly louder,
and then the laughter broke forth like a hurricane, as she literally SCREAMED
with laughter. "Ahahahaha HAH AH AH AH AH AHAHAHAHAHHAHH!!! IT TICCKEHEHEHEHE
HEHEHEHEHELLLLLLLLSSSSS...I CANT STANDDDD IT!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHA!!
AAAIIEEEEEEEEEHEHHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHHAHAA...SSTTTOOOPPPP...STTOOPPPP!! NONONO
NOOOOOHHHOHOHAHAHAHAHHHEHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHHAHAA." The laughter largely partially
but didnt completely cover the other sound, the sound of the hungry cats meowing
loudly. Jon let out a shudder as he sroked himself furiously through his pants,
knowing that Mary was doing the same at home right now, even as her screaming
laughter begin to mix with occasional moans and sighs. Jonothan had developed
the last part of his plan, to tickle-torture the two young girls that had got
him in trouble in the first place, the ones that had started it all: Christy
and Jessie. He had brought Mary four young tabby kittens, and specified exactly
how they should be fed: they were raised from kittens to eat a special food
of combined milk, cream, and honey, mixed together, but most important, they
were trained to lick the substance OFF MARY'S BARE FEET!
"AAAAAHHHHH...MMMMMMMMM...HEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHA....C-C-C-CANT TAKE ANY MORE
HHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH....OHHHHHHH...MMMMMMMMM...AHHHHHHH...HAHHEHEHEH..AH AH AH
AH AH AHHH AAHHH AHHH AHHH!!!" Mary panted breathlessly into the phone as she
hit orgasm. The cats, sated in their feeding, had left the area, but Mary's
giggling continued softly as she slupmed in her chair. On the other end of the
phone, Jon was just as drained and as breathless. Over the past few months, Mary
had come to not only ENJOY being tickled, she yearned for it. As Jon blew a
kiss to her through the phone and hung out, he thought of her as he folded his
coat over his arm to hide the wet spot, and headed out to hail a taxi.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Cyndi came to to find herself tied naked and spread-eagled to her bed. She
struggled uselessly in her bonds. A sound of laughter to her side caught her
eye, and her breath caught as she eyed the person standing a few feet away
from her. It couldnt be...but it was. He had changed dramatically, he was thin
almost emanciated by comparison, and his hair had changed, even his eye color,
contacts, she presumed. But the man before her was without a doubt her old
boyfriend Jonothan Smith! "Jon? Wha...what are you doing here? What happened
to me, how did i get tied up like this? Let me go this instant!"
"Why is it that my victims *ALWAYS* say the same stupid things when they
wake up and find themselves tied and helpless?" Jon asked. "For once it would
be nice to hear something original, something new. Anyway, what are YOU
complaining about, Cyndi? After all you're the one that said I have 'never
done one single spontaneous thing since we started going steady.' Or at least
that is what i remember you telling Jeff in the bedroom after you and he had
FUCKED each other's brains out!!!" Cyndi's face went wide with shock. "Oh come
on now, dont even THINK of trying to deny it. Do these words sound familiar at
all: '...shit look at the time, that bastard will be getting home soon, Jeff
sweetie. You better shower and get dressed before he gets off work and comes
over. *sigh* he's so fucking predictable, he should be coming through the door
in about 38 fucking minutes and 17 fucking seconds. I have never known someone
so fucking anal retentive about time, have you? He has never done one single
spontaneous thing since we started going steady...' Well, *HONEY, I decided to
do something a little...spontaneous. Hope ya enjoy it."
Just then Jeffery's voice sounded in the other room. "Cyndi? Cyndi? Are
you here, hon?"
Cyndi shouted at the top of her lungs. "JEFF! HEEELLLPPP! JON'S HERE AND
HE'S GONE MAD!!! HELLLLLPP MEEEE!!" Jeff's answer was less than helpful, and
totally unexpected. With a loud scream he burst into uncontrollible laughter,
so unlike his normally restrained self. "JEFF!! FUCK JEFF I AM SERIOUS!! HE HAS
ME TIED TO THE BED AND HE IS STANDING HERE NOW!! FOR GOD'S SAKE HELP ME!!!" At
which point Jeffery was laughing steadily, begging and pleading for mercy in
between gales and sobs of hysterical laughter. Cyndi was stunned. Had the whole
world gone crazy? "Jeff? JEFF?" she called, uncertainly.
"I'd be quiet if i were you, sweetheat," Jon said, an amused smirk on his
face. He reached over and tapped a small flat metal disc taped to her breast
bone right below her throat, which she hadnt even noticed. "You see, I've
already taken care of 'good ol' Jeff' while you were sleeping off my drug. He
is in the same situation as you, but since i cant torture you both at once, I
hooked up a few devices i created JUST for the two of you. As you can see, he
is extremely ticklish, so i attached several thin metal devices that stimulate
certain nerve endings in the skin. The one you have on your chest is the main
transmitter, so eveytime you shout or scream....or laugh, you tickle him." Jon
chuckled evilly. "You two wanted to be together, so i am introducing you to the
concept of give and take. I am going to tickle you senseless, Cyndi, and each
laugh and giggle and moan you have will likewise torture your love Jeffery."
Cyndi sat there, unblinking, trying to process what she was being told.
Jon had broken into her house, subdued Jeff, attached him to some crazy
invention of his, and was going to....TICKLE her into submission? He had to
be crazy. But something about his confidence and poise made her believe that
his insane scheme would acually work. "It wont work, Jonothan," she whispered.
"I'm not the least bit ticklish as ALL, and I wont give you the satisfaction of
causing Jeff any torment just to please you. Your sick little plan wont work."
Jon paid her no attention as he walked over to her closet and removed
several items until he found the one he was looking for, the one he KNEW was
hidden away inside---a large vibrator with a cock-shaped head. He walked back
to Cyndi, massaged her inner thighs a bit, causing her to bite her lips, then
deftly slid the vibrator in her pussy. "You know, Cyndi, DEAR, normally I would
agree with you. Normally I always agree with you about everything, and that was
my mistake. But I am corrected that mistake right now, and believe me when I
say I have had a *LOT* of practice dealing with people that CLAIM not to be
ticklish. Aside from a few who have nervous or muscular disorders, this little
treatment always works." Jon flipped the swich, and the motor in the dildo
sprang to life, working its magic over--or INSIDE OF---Cyndi. She closed her
eyes tightly, trying not to react as her pussy was taken to the cleaners, pumped
and worked and teased as she begin to moan softly, feeling her libido heating
up at a rapid pace. At the same time, Jon moved smoothly to her feet and started
running his fingers all along her bare soles, causing her toes to twitch ever so
slightly, and giggles and moans both escaped her lips. As her body reacted to
the sexual tension of the dildo, the gentle stroking of her soles began to work
its way into her being as well. Within a few minutes, Cyndi was laughing and
crying tears as Jon's fingers flew over her well tanned size seven feet; she
howled as he tickled in between her long wiggling toes, then moaned loudly as
the vibrations between her legs hit her again, as if for the first time.
"Ghhhnnnn...hahahahahaha...nooonnoooon...oh Gawdddd...yer driving me crazy
I cant stand it...mmmmmm...feels ssssoooooo...eeeeeekkkkk!!! hahahahahah...it
TIIIICCKLEESSS...mmmmmm....dont stop dont stop....fuck!!! You are driving me
up the walllllssss!!" Cyndi cried. The sensations were starting to combine, the
tickling was starting to center on her clit and her nipples, and the action of
the dildo seemed to run up and down her body, along the soles of her now very
ticklish feet. In the back room, Jeffery was screaming as well, tears running
down his face as he felt his feet, his armpits, his neck and body subjected to
ticklish agony. Jonothan had even placed disks under his balls and in between
his ass cheeks, so Jeff felt himself becoming aroused as well as being in agony
as feedback of Cyndi's torment hit him as well.
"CYNDDDDDIIIIIII!!" he screamed through laughter. "PPPllllleeeeesssseee
stop laughingggg...hahahahahaha....yer KILLING MEEEEEEehehehehehe..."
Jonothan merely smiled as he moved the dildo tighter in between Cyndi's
steaming slit, flipping the switch into overdrive. Cyndi began grunting as the
increased sensations pushed her ever closer to climax. Jonothan begand stroking
her underarms now, causing Cyndi to shake and wiggle futilely as she succumbed
to the torture, feeling as if her body was being controlled like a puppet, and
she unable to resist. Her laughter and moans became little silent 'ooohhs' as
he massaged and teased her breasts and nipples, worked over her neck, and
gently caressed and rubbed her sweat-soaked, tear-streaked face. Cyndi's tanned
well proportioned body heaved mightily was she came, grunting gutturally as
the sensations running over her body faded momentarily with the release of her
sex. As she drifted back down, she was lucid enough to hear Jeff's moans from
the other room as he too hit his climax...then her body reawakened to the same
sensations as before. Cyndi nearly cried aloud as she felt the horrible tickling
of her sides, feeling even MORE ticklish than before somehow. The dildo made
the situation worse, as Jon flipped it into stage three, causing it to rock
and turn slightly as it purred away. Cyndi felt herself nearing the edge once
again, and she moaned and laughed and pleaded softly as her voice began to give
out. Jeffery gave one big scream from his room then went once again unconscious.
Jon sighed. 'I shouldnt have tickled him senseless an hour before her,' he
thought sadly. 'I wanted them to go out at the same time. Oh well.' To his
surprise, Cyndi also shrieked a few moments before also passing out cold.
"Well, that couldnt have worked better if i had planned it." Gently turning
the vibrator off and removing it, Jon set up the last of his devices, placing
several disks on Cyndi most sensitive areas; along her soles and toes of her
feet, between her thighs, under her arms, on her nipples, her back, her neck,
and atop her clit. He then walked over to the main controller console in the
table in the hallway. He pressed the feedback LOOP button, then clicked the
battery default to the ON position. This would have the curious effect of
causing the feedback of the person laughing and twitching the hardest to tickle
the OTHER person, and vice versa. And the battery backup would kick in after
a five minute rest stop if either or both would pass out or go silent. The
battery had enough of a charge to last seven hours. Jon smiled. He would have
loved to stay and watch as Cyndi and Jeff tickle and laugh each other into
insanity, but the timetable he had set for himself was rapidly coming to a
close. Three days remained until the anniversary of THE DAY, the day when his
life had been changed forever, and he still had final plans to make.
****** Chapter 10 *******
Christy Swanson and Jessica Brown were talking softly in the lunch line as
they waited to be served what passed for lunch in the campus cafeteria. Intent
on their conversation, they merely pointed to what they wanted, not even
bothering to speak to the small petite blonde serving the food. "Well, *I* think
he is CUTE...for an older man, that is," Jessie grinned at Christy. "I think
the new physics teacher Mr. Meyars is really cool. He's only 27 you know, and
only a 5 year age difference isnt TOO bad."
"Oh please," Christy rolled her eyes. "You think any man in a pair of pants
is cute." She dodged the lighthearted smack that Jessie threw at her back. "I
like my men a bit younger, more malleable...more controllable." She flashed a
wicked grin. "There's something to be said for being the one in control, and
most men older than us are too stuck in their ways, too used to tell the woman
what to do. Well, that's not for me, I'm my own boss."
"That must be why yer dating Kevin then," Jessie quipped. "He might be the
best fotball player in the state and the captain of the team, but he's as smart
as a goalpost." Jessie giggled as her friend shoved her lightly, moving down to
get their usual drinks of Iced tea. "I dont care what you say, I still think
Mr.Meyars is cute."
"Well, he is a lot better than the OLD physics teacher we had. Old man
Smythe was about as fun and interesting as watching grass grow." Christy grabbed
her tray and got the silverwear. "I kind of wonder what happened to him anyway?
Some of the teachers say he had a nervuos breakdown and left, never came back
not even to clean out his desk. Good riddance I say."
"I dunno," Jessie said, following behind Christy. "I dont think he was so
bad, and I kind of feel bad for getting him fired in the first place. I mean,
he never did anything to US!"
"Are you kidding?" Christy exclaimed disbelieveing. "He ragged on us all
the time, singling us out for any little thing. 'Ms. Swanson, Ms. Brown, pay
attention, Ms. Swanson, Ms. Brown, I am trying to teach here. Ms. Swanson, Ms.
Brown, if you have something to say, maybe you would like share it with the rest
of the class.' Any of THAT sound familiar, Jessie?" Jessica merely sighed. She
never won an argument with her friend, and she wasnt about to lose much sleep
over the fate of one professor that had disappeared. "Enough about him anyway,
lets go eat out on the patio and talk about something else more fun."
The two girls went and sat outside on the patio at a table underneath a
large tree, overlooking the gym, which was closed temporarily to have the main
floor painted. They talked and laughed as they ate, waving and blowing kisses
at a few of the boys that walked by, giggling and laughing as they turned away
embarrassed, chiding and picking on the ones that were brave enough to respond
and THEN laughing as they walked away frustrated. After a time, Jessie grabbed
her stomach, mumbling softly, "Uhhh..I dont feel so good. Must have eaten too
fast or something."
Christy laughed. "That's what you get for picking Mystery Meat surprise,
Jess. The only surprise is how long anyone can manage to keep it down. Always
go for the chicken, its always the same dry, predictable...uhhh...predictable...
uhhhhh...suddenly I dont feel so good either." Christy held her stomach as small
cramps caused her to double over. "Must be something in the food."
"Boy are you ever right about that," a man's voice sounded behind them.
They turned quicky to find a tall, wiry black man leaning against the tree,
dressed in a suit, wearing a white lab coat and a pair of glasses. Even though
his face and build had changed, the outfit and voice gave instant recognition
as to who it was. "Mr. Smythe?" Jessie asked, her face a mask of pain. "Where
did you come from? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I've always been here, girls, just biding my time, watching the two
of you, learning your habits, preparing to get you back for geting me FIRED."
He snickered at the wide-eyed expressions on their faces. "Yes, I know, POISON
isnt really my style, but for you two I decided to make an excepstion. AFter all,
you two were a little bit sneaky in the way you set up my experiment to blow,
the way you used and framed my assistant, and myself as well. It seems only
fitting that the two little chemists take a taste of their own medicine."
"You're...lying...aaaccckk!!" Christy croaked as her body began it shudder
and sweat began to pour from her body. "You wouldnt...poison us...just trying to
scare....us...into confessing."
Jonothan laughed. "Silly girl, I dont NEED your confession. I already KNOW
it was you and Jessie that did it. And even if you DID confess, no one would
believe you after all this time, certainly not the Dean. No, I have what I
truly wanted, to watch you two suffer in your last few hours."
"Nooooo..." Jessie wailed pitifully. "Pleeeaassee, Mr. Smythe, we didnt
mean to get you fired, it was just a prank, please dont let me die! I'm sorrrry,
really sorry! UHHH...my stomach...*BHYAUURRCKK*" Jessie's pleas were cut off as
she violently wretched and threw up her lunch, sagging softly in her seat. Mr.
Smith looked thoughtful, as if considering. He shook his head and sighed.
"Well...I heard what was being said in the lunch line. I know *YOU* were
just going along with Ms. Swanson's idea, Ms. Brown...and you seem sorry...so
I *GUESS* I could give you the antidote." At the mention of an antidote, both
girls looked up, hope swimming in their eyes. Jon took out a small vial of
thick pink liquid. "What about YOU, Ms. Swanson? Feeling apologetic yet? You
seem to think this is some sort of game. Well, I am playing for KEEPS here!"
"Pleaassee....I want...to livvvveee...*BWHYAAAARRCK*" Christy said as she
in turn tossed her lunch. Jon sighed softly.
"Well, if you wish to survive the next few minutes, you'd better both pick
yourselves up out of the crap you just threw up and follow me into the gym." He
held up the vial as he walked to the gymnasium doors. "I'll be waiting for you
in the locker room...I suggest you try to hurry."
As quickly as they could managed doubled over, Christy and Jessica ran into
the gym, half-walked, half-tumbled down the stairs into the basement, walked
around the corner to the locker room, and entered the GIRLS side, which was open.
"So glad you could make it," Jon said as he locked the door behind him. "Now sit
on the massage tables and let me hear your best, most heartfelt apologies and
we'll see if you earn the antidote." Crying softly, the two girls hopped up and
started begging for their lives. Jessie broke down and openly wailed her sincere
apology, begging for a chance to live. Jon almost shed a tear as he tossed her
a vial of pink liquid. Christy, distraught, lost all of her cold, proud, haughty
attitude and dropped to her knees at Jon's feet begging for forgiveness. With
a sigh, he handed her a small vial of pink liquid as well.
Jessie greedily drank the contents down, frowning, looking up at Jon and
Christy in disbelief. "Wha? What? It cant be...this....is...th...annnttiii..
dote..." Slumping over, Jessie passed out atop her table, appreaing lifeless
until Christy noticed the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
"Better hurry, Ms. Swanson. The poison will leave you catatonic like your
friend if you dont finish it before---" Needing no further prodding, Christy
likewise drained her vial. She licked her lips, softly, frowning as well.
"It tastes strange...like strawberry Yoohoo drink...ex...exact..ly..like
yooohooooo..." she moaned as she too dropped into unconsciouness. Jon smiled,
picking the girl up and placing her onto the massage table next to Jessie's.
Whistling softly, Jon summoned Mary, still dressed as a cafeeria worker, from
behind the lockers, wheeling a small covered cart. As Jonothan took a large
network of tubes and pipes and attached the system to the ceiling above the
table Mary walked over and examined the two girls to make sure they were okay,
then removed their shoes and socks and slipped them into the padded manacles
they had welded to the side of the table the night before. She then slipped their
wrists into a pair of outter manacles, pulling each girl into a stiing position
with their ankels bound in between their hands, which were just enough away from
their feet that they could touch the edges but not cover them from any tickling.
"Master, that was amazing," Mary said, kissing Jon softly on the lips as
they stood back to admire their handywork. A small stream of milk and honey
started to drip down the network through a metal tube situatied right above the
girls' bare exposed feet, dripping down between their limp, immoble toes.
"You seemed to know exactly how they would react, and you got them down here
without anyone being the wiser."
"Of course, love," he replied smiling, noting how Jessie's feet began to
twitch as the steady drip of liquid softly tickled and trickled between her toes.
Christy even let out a small giggle. "I have indeed watched them closely, and
I did a little research on them as well, finding out their eating habits. As for
them causing a scene, the amount of mixture you put in their food was enough
to give them stomach upset so bad they wouldnt have been able to put up a fight.
And my convincing little speech about poison got them so scared they really
believed that they were dying. Once i had them hooked, it was a simple matter
to get them to drink the drugged YooHoo than knocked them out cold. A little
bit of irony, using something so obvious to conceal the taste of the drug."
With a flourish, he whipped away the sheet over the cart, revealing a large
cage filled with six sleeping mottled tabby cats. Jessie and Christy groaned
and awoke, glancing around at their surroundings.
"What the fuck?" Christy yelled. "Let us out of this! UNTIE US RIGHT NOW,
OR SO HELP ME I'LL--eeeekkkkehehehehehe" Christy giggled as Mary wickedly
atacked her helpless right foot.
"Quiet, little girl," she hissed. "My love has a little treat for you, one
that is guarenteed to drive you up the walls. Trust me, I know. If you want any
mercy whatsoever, you better sit here, shut up, and try not to piss him off."
"Thank you Mary," Jon said, reaching inside the cage and taking one of the
cats, softly stroking its fur, making it purr loudly. Christy and Jessie looked
uneasily at their former professor. "I thought and thought of a way to punish
you two little GIRLS," he said after a moment. "Then i remembered hearing you
talking one day outside my door about an incident when you were both on the
swim team two years ago. Seems a group of your teammates pinned you down and
started tickling your bare feet so much you peed yourselves up. So I thought
I'd merely try a little variation on a theme."
"NOOOO!!! NOT THAT ANYTHING BUT THAT PLEASE GOD NO NOT MY FEEEETT!!!"
Jessica screamed. Her toes were wiggling and flexing tiredly now, a small
smile plastered on her face as a result from the slight tickle of the dripping
liquid on her soles. At the noise, the cat in Jon's arms leaped onto the table,
sniffing her feet, lightly grazing his whiskers along her arches as he examined
her foot, causing her to howl with laughter. As he was trained, the tabby started
licking away on her feet, its small rough tongue working all over her foot and
in between her madly wiggling toes. Jessie was soon overcome with laughter, so
much so that she couldnt even beg. Christy looked on silently, her jaw lagging
and her eyes wide, not noticing until it was too late when the rest of the cats,
freed from their cage, leaped up and started doing the same to her feet.
Both girls burst into helpless laughter as the the kittens, three per girl,
licked and sucked and tickled their feet, unceasingly lapping up the sweet
liquid dripping onto their tortured feet. Jon held Mary close to him, kissing
her passionatly, feeling his arousal building at the sight and sounds of their
victims' torment. Mary, too, was aroused, gently rubbing herself through her
uniform.
"If you'll excuse us, girls, Mary and I will be right back. Dont worry we
wont go far. Besides," he said chuckling evilly, "I think you two will be well
entertained. I hope you are ready to learn a NEW lesson girls, because this
class will last all weekend...and on Monday, I'll have you as well trained as
my little kittens."
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
About 6:15 am Monday morning, Elizabeth Andrews, the Dean of Natural Science
at the university pulled up into her reserved parking space. She always enjoyed
arriving early, at the start of the day, giving her a few moments alone before
the start of the school day. Walking from the parking lot to her office she
clicked the car alarm on her four-door Pontiac Regal, feeling everything was
totally safe and secure. As she walked down the hallway, she noticed two young
students standing around her door, waiting nervously. She recognized them as
Christy Swanson and Jessica Brown. Before she could even ask them what they were
doing here this early, or even how they had gained enterance in the LOCKED
building, Christy ran over to her and hugged her sobbing loudly. "Ms. Andrews,
Ms. Andrews...wuaaaa..." she cried. "He was HERE! HE WAS HERE!!! HE *TORTURED*
USSSS!!" Jessica stood aloof, staring at her feet, crying silently. "He...he..
caught us and...and....he tied us up and hee.....hheee..." Christy's voice broke
there, and Jessica looked up and finished.
"HE *TICKLED* US!!! FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT!!" she screamed. Breaking down
into quiet sobs, she went back to staring at her feet. "He let us go," she said
softly, "let us go because he said we were just the 'little fish' and he was
after the BIG ONE, that he was coming after her when the time was right. He is
coming, Dean Andrews---coming for *YOU*, and you have to stop him somehow, before
he gets you, because he said after he finishes with you he is coming back to get
US again!" Jessie started to shiver slightly.
"Calm down girls, calm down," Liz said, peering left and right as she
unlocked her office, ushering the girls inside. "Come in and have a seat, and
tell me---SLOWLY, that is---what happened. *WHO* is after us?"
"Mr. Smythe," Christy said softly. "He poisoned us...somehow snuck into the
cafeteria and poisoned us. He lured us into the g-g-gym with the promise of an
an-n-n-tidote! But...when we woke up we were t-t-tied to the table...and he
tickled us...oh GOD how he tickled us...I thought I would go INSANE!!"
"He's John Doe, Ms. Andrews," Jessica spoke up. "He told us all about how
he had went back and gotten revenge on all of those that had wronged him in
the past." Jessica looked at Liz with bright wild eyes. "He said he was saving
you for last, to make you his GREATEST masterpiece. Then...after he finished
with YOU he would come back after us...that he wasnt finished with us yet! Ms.
Andrews, you *HAVE* to do something! Please!"
Liz was breathless with fright. Jonothan Smythe. John Doe. Could it be? Had
that shy submissive egghead really turned into that dangerous psychotic maniac?
He *WAS* a tickle freak, and into feet, as she already knew, but...John Doe?
The dreaded lunatic that had been terrorizing the whole country over the last
year---and had managed to escape capture every time, for if Mr. Smith was indeed
John Doe then he had managed to pull off the crimes and blame someone else for
them. She shuddered. If there was anyone that would have a reason to come after
her for revenge, it was him. Flashes of memory from their last meeting, when she
teased him mercilessly before firing him came back to haunt her. No one knew it,
but her feet were the most ticklish, most sensitive feet in the state! She was so
ticklish that her pedicurist had to strap her wrists and ankles down to keep her
from bucking out of the seat when she had her feet pedicured. The thought of
someone as sadistic as John Doe touching her feet---she picked up the phone to
call the authorities for help, but there was no tone, no hiss or static. Nothing.
The line was dead.
"Come on, girls!" Elizabeth said, her voice straining to keep from cracking.
"We're getting out of here. NOW!" She let the two girls out first, then locked the
door. The three women literally ran to the parking lot, right to Liz's car, where
she quickly fumbled the keys from her pocketbook and into the keyhole. As she
unlocked the door, she felt a shiver go up her spine; someone was standing right
behind her, staring hard at her back. Her head snapped back to peer at who it was,
and gasped in confusion to find Jessica and Christy grinning at her, holding a
small metal tube right at her back. What did they think they were doing? Didn't
they realize they all had to escape before HE came? This was no time to play---
Elizabeth didnt even get to finsh her thought as a blinding blue light
flashed from the tube, enveloping her. She dropped numbly to the pavement, out
cold. Jessica grabbed her left arm, Christy the right, and together pulled her
into the car's back seat. They then drove the car down to the running track behind
the gym, where their Master was waiting for them.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Liz came to feeling groggy and numb in places. Shaking her fuzzy head, she
tried to get to her feet...only to find she was strapped down, completely immobile.
And worse yet, she was totally naked, except for her pantyhose. Suddenly, it all
came back to her: John Doe, running to the car, Christy and Jessica zapping her. It
had all been part of some trap and she had fallen into it. She moaned softly, now
noticing a gag was around her mouth.
"Look, she's awake!" Christy said, grinning.
"Yep, she seems pretty surprised, and a little scared," answered Jessica.
"MMMmmmpHhh Ftrrtthhthpphmmm!!" Elizabeth yelled, shaking her head and
struggling as hard as she could to break free. But her bonds were too firm and
strong.
"Forget it, lady," a female voice behind and out of her line of sight spoke.
"We made sure you weren't going anywhere. And from experience, I can teel you the
way you're tied, you'd have to be strong as The Hulk to break out!" Mary walked
into view: a small petite woman with short blonde hair, carrying a small feather
duster, four small toothbrushes, a pair of 1 inch wide paintbrushes, and a
hairbrush. Liz cringed at the sight of them, knowing full well how they were
going to be used.
"MMMMMPHHHH...Mmmm...mmm..MPPPPPHHHH!!!! MMMMPHHH!!!" she yelled, her
pleas for mercy muffled and indistguishable. The three women laughed, taking
their positions around her tied, helpless body. Jessica and Christy each took a
side, and Mary took the spot right above her head.
"I think we can start with the feathers first, girls," Mary said. "Just a
little warm up for things to come." She smiled at Liz, making the poor woman's
blood turn cold. "But be careful. We dont want her passing out too soon. Take
your time, after all, we've got all day, now that we took care of the gym
classes." And with that, Liz's heart sank. She had held grudgingly to the hope
that whatever she endured, it would at least be short-lived; now it seemed she
faced an all-day session. Shaking her head softly in denial, Liz felt the smooth
soft touch of the feathers caressing her sides, and her neckline. Her breath
caught sharply in her throat, every muscle tensed to try and fight the tickling
feeling running all over her bare body. "Nice work, girls," Mary said softly,
still teasing Elizabeth's neck and shoulders. "Bring her into it slowly, draw
it out as long as you want before you go ballistic on her."
Jessica and Christy laughed, softly. It was strange how much they really
*ENJOYED* this, tickling their Dean, tied helplessly before them. It gave them
a new sense of power they had never felt before. Add to it the fact that the
woman was totally nude except a pair of stockings, and it was enough to make
them both slightly wet with excitement. "Mmmmm..."Jessica murmured softly. I
remember how this felt when they did iy to me a few days ago, she thought. I
just couldnt STAND it, it tickled so much. But, ooohhhh, after I got used to it
it started to feel soooo good. I wonder if Ms. Andrews will beg us not to stop
like I did...mmmmmm...
Christy was having similar thoughts as she caressed and feathered the
Dean's sides, remembering her own experiences under the feathers. She half
felt pity for the poor woman, yet she was half envious too. Maybe, she thought,
if we do a good job, we'll get to be tied and tickled again. A shudder ran
through her at the thought. Oh, God what is happening to me anyway? she
wondered. I never felt this way before...so strange...but so...good. Christy
smiled softly.
Meanwhile, Liz was in tickle hell. She had started thrashing from side to
side as much as her bonds allowed, trying to escape the feathers, which to her
addled mind seemed to be EVERYWHERE. She was barely able to restrain her
giggles, thanks to the gag, and was hoping feverishly that if she didnt laugh
they would give up and let her go. But now they were starting to tickle in
earnest, Mary moving up and down her neckline, shoulders, down to the cleft
between her large white breasts, and back up again. The girls seemed to be
having a duel, each one scrabbling to get at her navel, then pulling back to
the sides of her ribs, along the edge of her pantyline, then back again to her
oh-so-ticklish bellybutton. Goosebumps broke out all over, sweat was starting to
gather along her forehead, and her eyes were closed so tightly that she felt
they would explode out of their sockets. One last sweep of the feather in her
navel...and she broke down, laughter pouring muffled through her gag, never to
be again contained. "Hhhhhhheheheheheheheheehahahahahahahehhehehehahahahahahahha hhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmstftfP stftfp STFTFP!!! AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHAH!!! mnmnmnoooooooooo!!!" she shreiked, struggling with all her might.
"AH! Now we have her," Mary said, grinning evilly. "I could tell you were
trying to hold it in, honey," she cooed, grinning. "Havent you figured out yet
that there is no escape, no way to block it out or stop it? Just accept it and
let it take you, and you'll last longer. Its a waste of energy to fight."
Dropping the feather, Mary began using her fingertips, rubbing them across Liz's
chest and along her upper sides near her underarms, which so far had not been
touched. Jon had specifically given them instruction NOT to attack her underarms
or her feet, yet, to leave her most vulnerable spots for the last. But Mary was
in dreamland, nearly swooning at the feel of having her fingers running up and
down the woman's soft skin. She felt she *HAD* to get those underarms, had to
hear this woman's laughter go through the roof, drive her hysterical with the
touch of her fingers...it was too much to resist!! Slowly her hand moved to the
woman's armpit---and was grasped from behind Jonathon's strong firm grip. Mary
gasped, surprised...and a little nervous. "I...I..just wanted---" she began.
"It's okay," he said softly, kissing her captured hand, smiling. "I just
want you to wait a little longer before you get to her pits. Trust me, you'll
enjoy it more after a little anticipation." Releasing her hand, Mary resumed
her work as Jon walked to the foot of the padding, watching Liz intently. With
her eyes shut tight, she no doubt had no idea he had arrived. Her feet kicked
softly as she writhed and twisted still vainly trying to escape the tickling.
Jon noticed how her toes curled and stretched, almost as if waving for someone
to come tickle them. He smiled, remembering how she had teased and humiliated
him with her soft pale feet before she fired him and sent him away. Oh, he would
get his retribution very soon, and she would indeed be very very sorry. Finally,
after half an hour, Liz was too tired to thrash and kick anymore, even her toes
had stopped twitching. Her skin was red all over from exertion, and reduced
oxygen flow from the gag as well as the laughing. It was time.
"Stop," he said loudly, and instantly the three ticklers pulled back. Liz
continued to laugh and giggle for the next five minutes, finally subsiding into
deep panting and gasping for air. Her eyes, now opened and slightlu glazed,
looked upon him as if seeing him for the first time in her life. He bent down
and caressed her face a moment before untying the gag from her mouth. "Well,"
he said softly, "it seems the 'shoe is on the other foot' now, so to speak.
You abused me, mistreated me, blamed me for nearly everything wrong in this
administration, even though it was all due to your incompetance. And finally,
when I actually DID have a mishap, you used it as an excuse to humiliate and
fire me." Jon walked around her, circling the platform as he spoke, touching
her body at different random points, making her giggle softly. "I see you find
that funny. Well, I find it funny to see you here, now, at my mercy, after what
you did to me. And while you WONT think your torture is so funny in a few
seconds, I'm sure you'll be laughing up a storm." He stopped at her feet,
admiring the brightly painted scarlet toes underneath the thin nylon hose.
Elizabeth flinched as she saw where he intended to attack.
"NO...NO...Please dont, I'm sorry, REALLY REALLY sorry!" she gasped,
breathlessly. "I--i--i'll do anything you want, please just let me go! You can
have your job back, with a raise, anything ANYTHING!!! Just dont tickle my
FEET!"
"Oh, but I HAVE everything I could possibly want right here with me," he
said, bending down on his knees. "Besides, its only fair. You used yout feet to
tease and torment me, its only fair I tease and torment THEM!" With a single
index finger, he traced a line down the center of her wrinkled sole, which kicked
and bucked and wiggled vainly to move away from the sensation. A smile split
Liz's face, and a shriek escaped her lips, quickly turning into giggling mixed
with pleading: AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEeeehhhhheeeeeeehhhhehehehahhahahahaHAHAHAHAH!!
ssttoooaahahahapppp...staaaahhahahaapppp...pleaeeesee.no no no no nomooohohohoho
hhohrrrrrrreee!!! Jonathan smiled appreciatively; all the fight had definitely
been driven from her by the gentle but lengthy warm-up session, and within
minutes her feet were totaly immobile. "That's it, Elizabeth," he said softly.
"Just laugh for me. Yes, yes, thats it. Laugh. Just lie there and enjoy the soft
touch of my fingers. It feels so good doesnt it? Just makes you so HAPPY you cant
help but smile and laugh." His finger slid aimlessly down and around her tender
nylon-covered sole, sending her into more giggles. "I bet you wondered why you
were stripped naked, but left in your pantyhose. Well, thin nylon seems to make
a person's skin more sensitive, more ticklish...and I am SURE you can very much
appreciate that right now." With that, he began scrabbling all five fingers on
her small, narrow, high arches, tickling her vigorously. Liz went nuts, her
soft giggling turning into hysterical laughter.
"HA HA HA HA HAHA HAHHHHHAAAA HAHA HA HAHA HAHA AH AH HA HA HA HAHHAAA!!"
she screamed, turning red with breathless laughter. She was oblivious now, her
entire world centered upon the agony of her feet. Somehow, he had found her
most ticklishly sensitive spots, zeroing in on that dreadful spot on her arch and
under her middle toes, where she absolutely couldnt STAND it. She was helpless,
unable to get away, unable to make it stop, unable now to even BEG for mercy,
though she knew there would be none anyway. She could just barely make out Jon
saying something, then suddenly her whole body seemed to explode with sensation
as she found the OTHERS HAD NOW JOINED IN AS WELL!! Her screams of laughter went
into the inaudible range and never returned as her throat gave out.
Mary and the girls had resumed their tickling of the trapped girl, with
Jon working her feet over. Marys eyes closed tightly, one hand tickling Liz's
armpits as she had so wanted, the other softly rubbing her sex through her red
silk skirt. Jessica, sighing softly, continued to poke and prod Liz's ribs,
playing her like a xylophone, her own sex throbbing anxiously at the tickle
domination she was performing. She felt herself shiver slightly, knowing that
this was the world she had been BORN to. "Mr. Smythe," she said softly, "I take
back everything I ever said about you, you're the best teacher I've ever had.
You've taught me something about myself I never even dreamed of before." She
squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them vigorously together as she used her
hands to tickle tickle tickle the poor woman out of her mind.
Christy, too, thanked Jonothan softly for the gift of being taught of the
world of sensual, sexual torment. As she caressed and teased the Dean's skin, she
came to realize several truths sbout herself she had always known but had been
unable to face. Seeing the woman so helpless before her, naked, totally at her
mercy aroused and excited her to no end, and realizing her bi-sexual nature for
the first time, it was all she could do to keep from straddling Ms. Andrews and
grinding against her till they both exploded. She also found that she liked the
sight of her bound and helpless, but that she, herself, wanted more than anything
to trade places with her, to be tied and helpless, to be teased and tickled till
she couldnt take it anymore...to be DOMINATED and forced into total submission.
Her hands repeatedly caressed the tied womans breasts, brushing her engorged
nipples, and feeling them harden under her touches, forcing an occassional moan
from her between the laughter.
Finally, Liz slumped, exhausted and out of breath, and passed out, cold. Jon
immediately motioned everyone to stop. He checked his watch, and smiled to see that
she had managed to last an entire hour! "Well, I'll give her credit for one thing,"
he said, chuckling, "she has stamina. A whole hour AFTER taking a half an hour warm
up. Impressive...but we cant let her have TOO much a rest." Removing two hypodermic
needles from his jacket pocket, Jon readied and injected them into Liz's thigh. The
first, a stimulant, brought her back awake, giggling softly, in a few minutes. But
the SECOND ones effects would be seen a little later...
"Glad to see you back awake and with us," Jon smirked. "I guess we must be
boring you by our meager efforts, if you can fall asleep." Liz shook her head,
tears leaking piteously down her cheeks. She had almost dared believe it was a
nightmare before, when she fell asleep, but she saw it was real, and there was
more yet to come. Her mouth opened, pleading, begging for mercy, but her ravaged
throat could only utter soft hisses and silent groans. Jon reached over and pulled
one leg of her stockings off her left foot, leaving it totally bare, with the right
still encased in nylon. "I'll try to be a little more creative this time, Liz," he
said. Looking straight at Christy, he said, "Maybe if you are nice and attentive,
I can PERSUADE one of the girls to give you a little release from your frustrations
and a bit of enjoyment to the group as well." Whispering softly only to Christy,
"I know you want to make her cum, I can see it in your eyes. Bring her up slowly,
try and draw it out for a time until you absolutely cant stand it, then give BOTH
of you the release you want. You've learned your lessons well, and you deserve it."
Once again the laughter started, hoarse, squeaking garbled laughter, as Liz
was tickled mercilessly all over her body. Within minutes, she was red faced and
breathing irregularly once more, about to pass out, so Jon ordered the tickling to
slow, but not stop, to allow her to recover a bit, winking at Christy. In her mind,
there was no thought, no consciousness, only sensations, tickling tickling and more
tickling...but as Christy leaned down and softly licked her left nipple, a NEW
sensation cut through the fog of her mind like a hot knife through butter. Mary
moved down to help Jon attack her feet---Mary scratching Liz's hosed arches, Jon
tickling her bare toes---and Jessica began to softly caress and rub her inner
thighs, in am outward spiral, sweeping ever closer to her bare wet sex. Liz's
laughter had turned to a kind of low moaning/groaning giggle, as she felt her most
tender and sensual parts teased; this tickling was growing extremely erotic even
as it was irritating, and as much as she longed and needed for it to stop she
found herself getting aroused, wanting it to go on, to give her that badly needed
release.
Christy was sucking and licking the Dean's swollen nipples like a lollipop,
as if it had the sweetest taste she had ever tasted. She could feel Lizs pulse
pounding furiously through her flesh, see her chest heaving with a more anxious
and rythmic breathing, smell the musk of her sex as her hips jerked and thrusted
for attention. Christy closed her eyes tightly, feeling herself getting wetter
and hotter than ever before, hoping that her boyfriend was ready later tonight
for the ride of his life!!
Jessica was teasing the edge of Lizs pussy with her fingertips, gliding
all around her neatly trimmed slit, barely brushing the small throbbing bump,
feeling the Dean frantically struggling to press her hips against her, to make
the roughfirm contact that would set her free...only to be denied as Jessica
skillfully dodged and tickled her somewhere else. Jessica was as excited and
aroused as she ever was, not that she had sexual feelings for the woman naked
before her. What made her sex throb was the POWER she felt over Ms. Andrews,
the total and absolute DOMINATION she had over her. What she had experienced at
Master Jonothans practiced and learned hands had been marvelous, had opened and
exposed her soul, laid it out for all to see. Now, *SHE* was in control, helping
to do the same to someone else. She was so hot and wet she knew it would only
take the sight of the Dean hitting her orgasm to bring her off as well, but she
wanted to make her beg, to submit totally to HER, to plead from her soul for HER,
Jessica, to allow her to cum. The thought made Jessica weak-kneed, and she shook
her fuzzy head to clear it.
Mary tickled and tickled the stockinged foot in front of her face, her
fingers tracing patterns lazily around the sole, then savagely scritching up
and down her arches, then wiggling and snaking them between Lizs splayed toes. It
didnt matter where she tickled or how, the result was the same: the flesh under
her fingers twitched and vibrated as every nerve ending fired off at once. She
knew only too well how deliciously irritating that sensation was; since she was
first subjected to and sumbitted by that first tickling ordeal, she had been so
'tortured' more than thirty times. And each time was better than the next! Her
kind Master even let her turn the tables and tickle torture HIM from time to time,
letting her drive him insane with ticklish laughter. But it was all the same, to
tickle or be tickled. She was aroused by the feeling, longed for it, dreamed about
it, thought of it nearly all the time. It had become her way of life. And her
devotion to the man who had introduced herto it was absolute. "MMmmmmmm...ohhh..."
she moaned softly, feeling a small tingling between her legs. She was so close
now, so very close. It was a struggle to hold it in, but she also wanted to draw
out Liz's torment before driving her over the edge. And unlike Christy and
Jessica, she knew what the second vial of liquid in the Dean's blood would do
once she hit orgasm. She wanted her to last as long as possible.
Jonothan was in heaven. This was it, the ultimate domination of she who
had come to symbolize his greatest foe, the one that had been his total undoing.
Elizabeth Andrews, that proud haughty bitch that had delighted so in humiliating
and debasing him, was gone. Now, in her place, was a weak, submissive little girl,
giggling and laughing, totally mindless in hilarity. For the tiniest second, he
considered thought about what would happen once he allowed them to bring her to
orgasm, the effect of the chemical in her blood once her pheromone and adreniline
levels maxed out, how she would never be the same. For the tiniest second he felt
concern, and considered mercy. Then, he heard her laugh, that hateful ugly, self
righteous laugh, in his head, the one she used when she fired him, the one so
UNLIKE the piteous wheezing laughter pouring out of her now, and his heart again
turned to concrete, and a smirk appeared on his face. "Now. Give her her release
now!" he shouted, raising her bare pink sole to his lips, starting to lick and
suck on her toes.
Christy and Jessica went at it with reckless abandon, each taking one side
of their Dean, each soft red mouth sucking and licking one nipple, a hand roughly
rubbing her pulsating clitty, the other's fingers pumping deep into the hot slick
grotto between the Dean's legs. Mary and Jon were tickling Lizs feet into a frenzy,
Jon with his tongue, Mary, who had removed her skirt, rubbing the stockinged foot
against her own pussy. Elizabeth's befogged and tortured mind knew only pleasure
as one and only one thought drummed through her: DONT STOP DONT STOP FOR THE LOVE
OF GOD DONT STOP!!!!! Her hips bucked and grinded against the girls hands, her toes
curled into tight fists, and her back arched as all the frustration and agony and
ectascy of her experience combined and exploded within her. Her body went taunt as
a bowstring as she climaxed, and the three women tickling her all groaned loudly
as THEY came as well, all moaning and groaning together in pleasure. Like dominoes,
Jon thought giddily as he too hit a climax at the erotic scene before him. Finally,
exhausted, Liz passed out, a smile permanently etched on her face. Jon shakily got
to his feet, helping Mary up as well. The girls began untying the unconscious Dean
from the platform, smiling softly at each other, sneaking in little tickles on the
sleeping woman, causing her to twitch and jerk and arch her back even in her sleep.
"Hurry up and untie her, girls," Jonothan said, looking at his watch. "We want
to get her back to her office before the President of the School goes to lunch."
Lunchtime, Jon thought. How time flies when you are having fun. He tossed his
cellular phone to Mary, who called the President. "Come on, Christy, Jessica, help
me load her into her car so we can take her back. Our job is done here...and I
believe you two wanted to finish up that LAST lesson I promised you." The girls
smiled softly, giggling as they grabbed the Dean and helped haul her to the car.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
"Mr. Smythe, ah, how good to see you again, come in come in, please."
President Lassard said. "I hope you're doing well these days, my boy. Considering
the way you were dismissed last year, I can guess you'd be somewhat surprised to
hear from me now."
"Not really, sir," Jon said, his expression totaly emotionless. "I had filed
a claim ten months ago against the school for my unfair dismissal, and yesterday I
got a call from the lawyer saying that the school wished to meet with me. I can
only assume you want to settle."
The President turned pale, then flushed, then pale again. "Yes, we do wish to
settle. New evidence has come to light to support your claim, and rather than have
a long drawn-out court proceeding and tarnish the school's name any further, I've
been empowered to settle with you directly, here and now. I trust we can come up
with terms that will satisfy you."
Jon gave the smallest bit of a smile. "I believe we can indeed. I know you're
probably sweating it out on the issue of the million-five I asked for at the time I
was fired. Well, let me set your mind at ease, President Lassard---I'm doing quite
well these days, and I'll just settle for my back wages for a year and the cost of
my lawyer---and having my old job back with a clause to leave at any time I wish
without any written notice or approval." He smiled, pulling out a folded document
from his coat pocket. "I had my lawyer take the liberty of drawing up the necessary
documents, all you have to do is sign, and we can consider the matter closed."
The President let out an audible sigh of relief. "Thats...thats good to hear
Mr. Smythe. I knew you were the type to be reasonable and not hold a grudge."
Signing a near illegible scribble, he handed the document back to Jon. "There you
are, Mr. Smythe," he said, standing up and shaking Jonothans hand, an obvious
dismissal. "We look forward to seeing you here teaching again bright and early
Monday morning. Have a good weekend."
"Wait, a moment," Jon said, pausing in the doorway. "There is one thing I
would like to know. What happened to make you change your mind in my favor? I
thought you totally believed Dean Andrews story."
The President sat down again, shaking his head. "A sad case that. Very sad.
Suffice it to say the school's faith in anything Dean Andrews did over the past
year or two is severely low. I received a call from her the other day, asking me
to come by her office for an 'important meeting', saying there was something that
I simply had to see to believe. When I arrived there, I found her standing in the
center of her office, stark naked, wagging her arms around like a bird, laughing
like a hyena! I was agahst! I walked over and grabbed her by the arms and asked her
what the meaning of this was, and she screamed, and started grinding her hips
against mine...and...well...she...she gave herself a great deal of PLEASURE, some
of which spurted on the crotch of my pants. Now, I am a happily married man, and
the LAST thing i want is for someone to come along and see this, or have my wife
hear about this. I quickly pushed her away, and she fell to the carpet, where she
once again writhed and laughed and screamed and pleasured herself, till she passed
out on the floor."
The man took a drink of water, and wiped his brow before continuing. "Well,
I straight away called for the campus security to come and take her away, to the
nearest sanitarium. She is no doubt totally mad, perhaps one of the victims of
that 'Masked Tickler' or whoever that was in the news. But much worse, it seemed
that the slightest touch on any spot of skin would send her into a frenzy, laughing
then moaning, then her...ummm...you know. Like the slightest touch sent her into
some kind of sexual chain reaction." Lassard sighed, leaning forward and lowering
his voice. "But this is the REAL clincher. I went back after seeing her safely away,
and searched her office as to some clue of what had happened. I found a bunch of
papers on her desk, papers that suggest that she had been embezzling funds, misuing
school equiptment and resources for personal use, even trying to patend and sell
private projects in study by other school researchers! A quick review of all her
personal records showed that she had transferred the funds and research to YOUR
account, which she had kept alive after dismissing you, as well as her a doctored
tape of the accident in the lab over which you were fired. In other words, Mr.
Smythe, she framed you and used your empty account to cover her activities, perhaps
to lay further blame on you if she were caught. Unfortunately---but fortunately for
you---she seems to have run into trouble from that Tickler fellow before she could
get away with it." He sighed again, steepling his fingers on his knee.
"Hmmm...I see," Jon said slowly. "So it seems that I have benefitted very
thanks to the Tickler. But dont you think that too much a coincidence? Wouldnt all
that mean that *I* am the Tickler everyone is talking about?"
"I thought of that too, at first," he admitted. "So did the police. Not that
they could get anything out of Dean Andrews...the poor girl is totally insane. But
around that time, news came of a Tickle-related incident in Arizona, hundreds of
miles away, and you couldnt possibly have done that AND been there as well. Then we
thought perhaps you just attacked her and used the same M.O. as the Tickler. But
we had two students come to us asking about Ms. Andrews that said they saw and
talked to you during the time of the incident, that being an old friend, you treated
them both to breakfast." Grinning, he patted Jonathan on the shoulder. "One thing
is for certain at any rate, my boy. You are certainly *NOT* the psycho crazed
Tickler that the police are after."
"Yes, I have to say you're right there, sir," Jon said walking to the door.
"I'm definitely NOT the one they are looking for."
*****EPILOGUE*****
Jonothan whistled softly to himself as he entered the subway terminal, on his
way home from a good day teaching chemistry and physics. His new boss, Dean Delvon
Waters was very friendly, and extremely apologetic about the 'mishap' over which
he had been fired a year ago. His students were all attentive and well behaved, and
his two new lab assistants, Christy and Jessica, helped him take care of any
students that wanted to cause a problem. It was almost a shame to see Elizabeth
go he thought smugly. The last few hours they had had together more than made up
for all the abuse and pain she had caused him. Perhaps someday the drug he had
injected her with would burn out of her system, and she would be able to once
again return to academia. Who knows, he thought to himself. With a smile, he read
the newspaper he carried as he awaited the subway car. The main stories in the news
about a woman being tickled but escaping by the skin of her teeth, were of course,
lies, made up by his newest 'tickle slave', the reporter, Mitzi Rodrigiuez, whom he
called to throw suspicion of his involvment with Dean Andres condition off. The
second story was Cyndi and Jeff, discovered at their homes, completely mad and
giggling like school children. The article seemed to suggest that the two were
victims of a copycat John Doe, which was a wide spread rumor of the tickle cases
that turned up after Mike Robertson was discovered in Lakeview Sanitarium, rumors
and stories fed to the public by Mitzi Rodrigiuez. She had recovered from her
experience none the worse for the wear, and found herself feeling complete
sympathetic to her Master, though she never *blantantly* expressed her views on
television. Noting several articles about a tickling incident upstate, at a State
supported university, Jonothan decided to have Mitzi look into it. The paper noted
the loss of several members of the faculty, including the Dean of Women, the school
athletics director, and most notably the head of the science department, one
April Hastler, who was currently undergoing psychiatric evaluations for tickle
induced madness. Smiling, he folded the paper under his arm again. He would most
DEFINITELY have to visit that campus---he was becoming bored with teaching here
and was toying with the idea of a transfer anyway.
As he stood waiting, holding his leather briefcase idly at his side, he
heard a familiar voice nearby. Turning, he saw the same group of punks that had
beaten him down in this very same subway station a year earlier! Rage and anger
warred with the cold calm logical part of him as he turned to face the advancing
punks. Jon stared at all six of their faces, the memory of each coming to life
as he recognized each of them. And pointing and smiling, they recognized him as
well.
"Hey, guys, lookee what we got here," the head thug said walking around
behind Jonothan. "Its the professor again. Hey Professor, we missed you all this
time. Hahahaha!!"
"Yeah, man, where is the Skipper and Gilligan? Heh heh heh," another man
laughed, circling around the other side.
"Probably back on the island...with your mother, that Bitch Mrs. Howel," he
retorted.
The thugs looked at one another stunned, then burst out laughing. All except
for the one insulted. He lunged at Jonothan, only to be held back by the leader.
"Not bad, esse," he said, "you talk pretty tough. I guess you forgot what we
did to you the last time you were down here. You know there is a penalty for
tresspassing through our turf. I hope you got enough money on you to pay it this
time!"
Jonothan smiled, looking the men up and down, assessing their skills and
weaknesses. "Yes, I have enough money to pay the toll, I have been very well
compensated for my time off last year. But I dont think I wish to share, so I'm
afraid you fellows wont be seeing any of my cash this time. As for the last time
we...crossed paths, yes I DO remember it very well. And i was hoping to run into
you scum-sucking bastards again someday to thank you for the enlightenment you
have given me."
"Mother fucker yer gonna die, fuck the money!" the leader said. "Boys,
take him down!" As a group, the circle of men attacked, lunging at Jonothan,
grasping at his clothes. The first thug yelped in pain as he drew back his arm,
cradling his broken wrist. The second thug screamed in pain as he swallowed
teeth from his broken jaw. The remaining thugs backed off, looking at Jonothan
with awe, respect, and a little fear. A third assailant picked up a wooden bat
and swung clumisly at him; Jon nimbly sidestepped the move, grabbed the man's
outstretched arm above the wrist, twisted it swiftly until he heard it crack,
locked it with his other arm over his shoulder, then pivoted forward, dragging
the poor hapless punk off his feet, over Jon's back, and to the ground with a
heavy thud. Standing up in a defensive crouch, he looked at the three remaining
men and grinned.
"Okay boys, who's next?"
"Fuck this," the fourth thug said, pulling a switchblade. "Kick the fucking
briefcase over here now or you're sushi, man!" With a smile, Jon kicked it
gently over to the man.
"Open it, its of no use to me anymore anyway," he said, grinning like a
Cheshire cat. The thug did just that, flippin the lid, only to find himself
coughing and gasping as a thick cloud of white smoke flew up into his face. He
dropped to the ground, giggling softly as he twitched and shook on the cold hard
ground. The man with the knife cursed and lunged forward, slashing violently.
Jon gasped, dropping back as the blade cut through his shirt, barely missing
his chest. Thinking quickly he pulled a small metal tube from his pocket and
aimed it at the thug, pressing the end hard. A small *WHOOSH* sounded as a small
dart buried itself in the middle of the stunned punk's chest. He laughed and
pulled it out and started to swing the blade again, but before he could raise
his arm, the drug took effect, and he doubled over in pain as severe cramps and
nausea overcame him. He groaned once before he tossed his lunch, then collapsed
face down in his own vomit.
"SHITDAMNMOTHERFUCK!!!!" the leader shouted, drawing his piece, shakily
holding it with a wild look in his eyes. At the same time, Jonothan drew his
own, a small cylindrical device with a rounded tip at the end. He pointed it
at the head punk and smiled.
"Drop it," Jon said, mimicing Robocop's semi-mechanical voice. "Your move,
creep," he said, flipping a switch on the edge with his thumb. With a cry of
rage, the punk fired his weapon, less than 10 feet away...but to his surprise
the gun EXPLODED in his hand, shattered metal flying in all directions. He sank
to the ground, holding his swiss-cheesed guts with the stump of one arm and the
whole of the other, gurgled softly, then fell to the ground dead. Jon, stunned
and shaken momentarily, clicked the OFF button on his sonic disruptor and put
it back in his pocket. He had never tested that particular device, which used
the sound energy from any source above 15 decibles, absorbed it, magnified it
about a thousand times, then reflected it back at the source as a wave of hyper
sonic energy. He was glad to see that the device had channeled the energy of
the gunshot back and destroyed it, and the thug, instead of him. Not knowing
anything else to say at the moment, he picked up his briefcase and turned to
the turnstile. "Have a nice day," he commented wryly.
Moments later, several transit cops flooded the area, looking over the
remains of the gang, some of which lived, others, like the leader, that didnt.
Jon walked mostly unnoticed to the nearest subway car, entered, and sat next to
a young attractive woman wearing loud orange toenail polish, which showed from
the holes in her open-toed black pumps. She looked out the window as the train
began to pull away. "What happened back there?" she asked, pointing at the
spectacle.
"Oh just a mugging, you know, same old, same old," Jon commented, looking
up at the woman's face. "I think we've met before somewhere. I never forget a
face, you know." The woman smiled, giggling softly at the man's attention. "Let
me see...its...Frieda, isnt it?"
"Wha..Why yes. Yes it is. I guess maybe we have met before." Jon smiled
at her, moving closer to her.
"I'm not doing anything this evening, I just got paid a very large bonus
at work today, and I feel in a rare mood to spend. Would you like to have dinner
with me tonight?"
Frieda giggled softly, failing to spot the reaction her laughter was
starting to have on her admirer. "Sounds great. You seem like a nice enough
guy---cant be too careful with all the weirdos and druggees around. Besides,
you have a job, which is more than my ex-boyfriend could claim. Sure. I'd love
to go out to dinner."
Jonothan smiled. "Okay, fine. I'll stop by and pick you up, just give me
your address and phone number. Oh...one more tiny little detail," he added as
he watched her dangle her pump off her long tapering orange-tipped toes. "I
was wondering...are you by any chance, TICKLISH?"
*****THE END*****
(for now, anyway...)
