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This is one of several stories that I’ve written about tickle-torture classes
conducted by the female “M” (played by Judi Dench) in recent James Bond films.
(See my story, James Bond vs. M at:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=201464)
I hope that you enjoy this entry. It’s all about a (make-believe) drug
that greatly enhances ticklishness. (Don’t you wish?)
If you’d like to see some of the other stories, please let me know.
PAUL JONES
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Paul was naked and stretched out on Director M’s now-familiar tickle table. She had
applied the table’s restraints to his wrists and ankles.
Several young women, whom Paul recognized from previous sessions as her students,
were also present. The top of the table was tilted upward, affording them an excellent
view of the upcoming merriment.
M said to them, “Today, I’m going to demonstrate a special drug that I’ve developed
here at the Ministry. I call it Kitzelcane, from the German word for tickle.
It has the effect of greatly increasing a subject’s ticklishness.
She continued, “Kitzelcane is administered by injection, and works only on males.
The subject feels a tingling as the drug takes effect. As it does, his susceptibility
to tickling increases enormously. He becomes hyper-ticklish.”
She elaborated, “The drug has its greatest effect on the torso, genitals, and thighs,
though it sometimes induces hyper-ticklishness from the ears to the feet.”
“Kitzelcane’s effect lasts for about an hour, during which you can have the most
delicious fun with the victim—I mean, subject.”
Then she asked her students, “Aren’t you glad to have Paul back with us? He’s so
deliciously ticklish.” They tittered in agreement.
She continued, “Nobody as ticklish as he is should ever become an operative.
Suppose he fell into enemy hands, and they tickled him!” The class smiled at the
banter.
Then she drew her nails across his stomach, making him squirm and laugh heartily.
“Paul makes a lovely commotion, doesn’t he? Even so, he still has no idea of what
real ticklishness is. He’s about to find out. Kitzelcane affords the ultimate in tickle
torture.”
Then she gave Paul the injection. He groaned in anticipation.
She waited a while, and then again drew her nails across his now hyper-ticklish
stomach. This time, he laughed hysterically and writhed vigorously.
“Now he’s making a real commotion, much better than before,” she noted.
“See how ticklish he is now that he’s under the drug.” The class was impressed.
So was Paul. Initially, he had been skeptical concerning her comments about the
enhanced level of ticklishness under Kitzelcane. But now, he was a true believer.
Kitzelcane really worked!
She applied her skills again to his hyper-ticklish stomach. This assault drove him to
new heights of tortured shrieking and squirming. He struggled against his bonds
violently, howling with maniacal laughter.
Next, he shrieked hysterically as she tickled his armpits and breasts. “Look!
Kitzelcane has made his breasts more ticklish than mine are!” she announced.
The class chuckled in amusement.
Paul couldn’t believe how dreadfully ticklish he had become. The effect of the drug
was simply incredible. Using her devilishly skillful fingers, she continued flooding his
helpless body with unendurable tickling.
Then she stepped to the foot of the bed, and wiggled her fingers just above his
bare feet.
“No! Please! Not my feet!” he cried out.
But she lowered her fingers to his feet, and began a merciless foot-tickling assault.
Paul howled with uncontrollable laughter, and writhed ferociously.
“You’ll note that Kitzelcane affects Paul all over, right down to his feet,” she
observed. “Now his whole body is one big ticklish spot!”
Paul marveled at the effectiveness of the drug. And he was humiliated by his own
shrieking laughter and violent writhing. But he couldn’t help himself. Kitzelcane had
made him uncontrollably ticklish.
Reading his mind, she stopped, and asked him, “You would never have believed that
you could be so ticklish, would you?”
“No, NO!” he bawled.
“When a man is tickled under Kitzelcane, his antics are always lovely to behold,” she
told her students.
“Very soon, Paul will have no dignity left at all. He’ll be shamelessly begging for mercy.”
By now, Paul was obviously quite aroused. “Well, well. Very nice,” she said
approvingly of his swollen organ. Some of the students blushed.
She said, “Of course, a man’s genitalia are always superbly ticklish. But under
Kitzelcane, their susceptibility to tickling becomes truly maddening.”
In demonstration, she stroked Paul’s scrotum with her beautifully sculptured nails,
skillfully covering his sac with tickling strokes that drove him wild. He screamed
with laughter.
Next, she started tickling his shaft expertly. Paul screeched with laughter and
squirmed vigorously. Addressing him, she chuckled, “Frustrating, isn’t it? Quite
exasperating, in fact.”
Then she resumed tickling him all over with wicked mirthfulness. She attacked all his
most sensitive spots, driving him to new levels of hilarity.
“Look at the worm squirm!” she exclaimed. “And listen to him howl!” The women
laughed in delight.
Then she let him rest awhile. Paul was nearly out of his mind from the devilishly skillful
tickle torture.
Utterly demoralized, totally humiliated, and bereft of any pride, he screamed frantically,
“Please, M! No more! I can’t stand it! I CAN’T STAND IT!
“What did I tell you, ladies? He’s devoid of any dignity. He’s been reduced to a
blubbering, quivering, lump of ticklish jelly. What fun!” The others agreed
wholeheartedly
Then she resumed her tickle torture, fiendishly showing him no mercy. At the
Kitzelcane-induced level of ticklishness, her spirited tickling was truly agonizing.
Under the influence of the cruel drug, he experienced the most excruciating—and
maddening—sensations imaginable.
Each tickling sensation seemed to penetrate his body like an electric current. Until
now, he had never realized that the human body could experience such sensations:
an astonishing blend of ecstasy and agony.
“Stop it! STOP IT!” he begged hysterically. But she persisted, much to the
delight of her students, who cheered her on.
Finally, cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that he lost consciousness.
Then the class was dismissed, and M went to her quarters.
But she hadn’t revealed the entire truth about Kitzelcane. It does not affect only a
man’s ticklishness. It also greatly intensifies and prolongs a woman’s climax.
In the privacy of her boudoir, she prepared another syringe.
conducted by the female “M” (played by Judi Dench) in recent James Bond films.
(See my story, James Bond vs. M at:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=201464)
I hope that you enjoy this entry. It’s all about a (make-believe) drug
that greatly enhances ticklishness. (Don’t you wish?)
If you’d like to see some of the other stories, please let me know.
PAUL JONES
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Paul was naked and stretched out on Director M’s now-familiar tickle table. She had
applied the table’s restraints to his wrists and ankles.
Several young women, whom Paul recognized from previous sessions as her students,
were also present. The top of the table was tilted upward, affording them an excellent
view of the upcoming merriment.
M said to them, “Today, I’m going to demonstrate a special drug that I’ve developed
here at the Ministry. I call it Kitzelcane, from the German word for tickle.
It has the effect of greatly increasing a subject’s ticklishness.
She continued, “Kitzelcane is administered by injection, and works only on males.
The subject feels a tingling as the drug takes effect. As it does, his susceptibility
to tickling increases enormously. He becomes hyper-ticklish.”
She elaborated, “The drug has its greatest effect on the torso, genitals, and thighs,
though it sometimes induces hyper-ticklishness from the ears to the feet.”
“Kitzelcane’s effect lasts for about an hour, during which you can have the most
delicious fun with the victim—I mean, subject.”
Then she asked her students, “Aren’t you glad to have Paul back with us? He’s so
deliciously ticklish.” They tittered in agreement.
She continued, “Nobody as ticklish as he is should ever become an operative.
Suppose he fell into enemy hands, and they tickled him!” The class smiled at the
banter.
Then she drew her nails across his stomach, making him squirm and laugh heartily.
“Paul makes a lovely commotion, doesn’t he? Even so, he still has no idea of what
real ticklishness is. He’s about to find out. Kitzelcane affords the ultimate in tickle
torture.”
Then she gave Paul the injection. He groaned in anticipation.
She waited a while, and then again drew her nails across his now hyper-ticklish
stomach. This time, he laughed hysterically and writhed vigorously.
“Now he’s making a real commotion, much better than before,” she noted.
“See how ticklish he is now that he’s under the drug.” The class was impressed.
So was Paul. Initially, he had been skeptical concerning her comments about the
enhanced level of ticklishness under Kitzelcane. But now, he was a true believer.
Kitzelcane really worked!
She applied her skills again to his hyper-ticklish stomach. This assault drove him to
new heights of tortured shrieking and squirming. He struggled against his bonds
violently, howling with maniacal laughter.
Next, he shrieked hysterically as she tickled his armpits and breasts. “Look!
Kitzelcane has made his breasts more ticklish than mine are!” she announced.
The class chuckled in amusement.
Paul couldn’t believe how dreadfully ticklish he had become. The effect of the drug
was simply incredible. Using her devilishly skillful fingers, she continued flooding his
helpless body with unendurable tickling.
Then she stepped to the foot of the bed, and wiggled her fingers just above his
bare feet.
“No! Please! Not my feet!” he cried out.
But she lowered her fingers to his feet, and began a merciless foot-tickling assault.
Paul howled with uncontrollable laughter, and writhed ferociously.
“You’ll note that Kitzelcane affects Paul all over, right down to his feet,” she
observed. “Now his whole body is one big ticklish spot!”
Paul marveled at the effectiveness of the drug. And he was humiliated by his own
shrieking laughter and violent writhing. But he couldn’t help himself. Kitzelcane had
made him uncontrollably ticklish.
Reading his mind, she stopped, and asked him, “You would never have believed that
you could be so ticklish, would you?”
“No, NO!” he bawled.
“When a man is tickled under Kitzelcane, his antics are always lovely to behold,” she
told her students.
“Very soon, Paul will have no dignity left at all. He’ll be shamelessly begging for mercy.”
By now, Paul was obviously quite aroused. “Well, well. Very nice,” she said
approvingly of his swollen organ. Some of the students blushed.
She said, “Of course, a man’s genitalia are always superbly ticklish. But under
Kitzelcane, their susceptibility to tickling becomes truly maddening.”
In demonstration, she stroked Paul’s scrotum with her beautifully sculptured nails,
skillfully covering his sac with tickling strokes that drove him wild. He screamed
with laughter.
Next, she started tickling his shaft expertly. Paul screeched with laughter and
squirmed vigorously. Addressing him, she chuckled, “Frustrating, isn’t it? Quite
exasperating, in fact.”
Then she resumed tickling him all over with wicked mirthfulness. She attacked all his
most sensitive spots, driving him to new levels of hilarity.
“Look at the worm squirm!” she exclaimed. “And listen to him howl!” The women
laughed in delight.
Then she let him rest awhile. Paul was nearly out of his mind from the devilishly skillful
tickle torture.
Utterly demoralized, totally humiliated, and bereft of any pride, he screamed frantically,
“Please, M! No more! I can’t stand it! I CAN’T STAND IT!
“What did I tell you, ladies? He’s devoid of any dignity. He’s been reduced to a
blubbering, quivering, lump of ticklish jelly. What fun!” The others agreed
wholeheartedly
Then she resumed her tickle torture, fiendishly showing him no mercy. At the
Kitzelcane-induced level of ticklishness, her spirited tickling was truly agonizing.
Under the influence of the cruel drug, he experienced the most excruciating—and
maddening—sensations imaginable.
Each tickling sensation seemed to penetrate his body like an electric current. Until
now, he had never realized that the human body could experience such sensations:
an astonishing blend of ecstasy and agony.
“Stop it! STOP IT!” he begged hysterically. But she persisted, much to the
delight of her students, who cheered her on.
Finally, cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that he lost consciousness.
Then the class was dismissed, and M went to her quarters.
But she hadn’t revealed the entire truth about Kitzelcane. It does not affect only a
man’s ticklishness. It also greatly intensifies and prolongs a woman’s climax.
In the privacy of her boudoir, she prepared another syringe.
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