The clicking of the doctor’s high heels on the tiles of his office signalled her approach to Sam before she entered his field of vision. “Not again” He thought. Shuddering inwardly, he turned from the window to face her. Viewing Doctor Collins for the first time, a bystander might have wondered why her appearance was worrying the smartly dressed man. She was just over five feet tall, with dark hair tied back into a short ponytail. An overlong lab coat stopped just short of the hem of her knee length skirt, and her shapely legs were clad in long black stockings. The only strange thing to the hypothetical observer would have been her footwear, a pair of bright pink high heels which were at odds with her otherwise professional attire. She gave him a bright smile “We picked up two subjects for the next phase of experimentation, we need you there as the official observer” turned on her heel and strode off without waiting for him to reply. Sam hurried after her in the direction of the testing area.
“Oh no...” He thought “The pink ones. She always wears the pink ones when they're going to be particularly nasty”
They made their way into the lower floors of the facility, which strictly speaking didn’t exist. It had sounded straightforward enough to Sam when he’d first been assigned here. “It’s a research facility focusing on non-lethal means of suppression and coercion” his superiors had said. He’d been expecting spotty engineers fiddling with modified Tasers and knockout gas, not this madness. The doctor wasn’t interested in anything as simple as that, preferring mental conditioning and reprogramming, with her own personal twist. As a result the building’s soundproofing had had to be upgraded following her appointment. He had to admit though, Collins got results. The things she could make people think and do were astonishing. He just wished she didn’t enjoy her work quite so much. Technically speaking he was her boss, the defence department’s representative here, but quite frankly he was just a figurehead to keep the higher ups happy.
“Two holiday makers” She said, passing the file without looking at him. “Engaged couple, mid-twenties, round the world trip. They won’t be missed for some time” The last sentence was spoken through a slight smirk. “And what are the happy couple helping us with?” asked Sam. He knew she took pleasure in his discomfort, so he tried to keep his tone casual. “A food additive” she said airily, opening the door to main laboratory floor.
“That doesn’t sound like our remit” She pretended not to hear him, and they continued through the central office. The room was about fifteen metres long, filled with computer equipment and bustled with people in lab coats, toing and froing with busyness born from barely supressed fear. “I know how they feel” he thought, as they neared the heavy steel door which led to the testing area and holding cells. “Sorry ma’am, I said that doesn’t sound like our remit” She paused, resting her palm on the heavy door handle. She turned and gave him a brief smile at him, flashing perfect teeth “Oh I assure you it is.” With that she pulled open the door and the sound of maddened laughter poured out into the corridor. Tickling, he thought, why does it have to be tickling. They walked in and the door clicked shut behind them, sealing the sounds of begging and cackling inside this part of the facility.
This was the cause of the apparently exceptional work ethic in the room behind. Anyone found slacking in their work could find themselves filling in for the test subjects. There’s nothing like the prospect of being stripped to your undies and being tickled for hours on end to focus employees on their tasks. Except for one or two of the strange ones, for whom that prospect was used as an alternative to overtime pay. Sam was grateful that he officially outranked Doctor Collins and that she couldn’t order him to serve time as a patient. There were a dozen cells either side of a long corridor, each one had a large clear Perspex window allowing the subjects to be monitored. Each side alternated between a ten hour cycle of “treatment” and recuperation.
Currently the line of cells on his right was receiving the day’s experiments. Sam tried not to look, but inevitably he noticed details. In one cell a nude Asian woman in her late thirties was strapped to a sturdy leather table as an assistant slowly dragged a pair of feathers up and down her armpits. This simple motion produced a far greater reaction than it should have. These implements tickled far more than ordinary feather should, being made from a special type of microfiber.
“HAHahahahaAHAHAaPleeease!LetHahaAHAAHmEgooo!I’ll *snort* DOoowhoHahahaHANYTHING!”
Sweat poured off her as she pleaded with the assistant who stayed silent, focusing on the job at hand. She’d been promised a bonus if she could get the woman to pass out before lunchtime. This subject was one of the ones who had responded to a notice advertising a clinical drug trial. These were the individuals Sam felt the least guilty about. She’d be back home in a week with no memory of the treatment and a nice fat check. But for now…
“HaaahahahaHA! NotMYTITTIES” The feathers swept downwards towards the nipples of her small firm breasts ”NOhoHOHO!dON’tYOUahahahAREdrivINGmEHEHEHECRAZY!”
In the cell next to hers a well-muscled man was strapped into a curiously designed chair. His torso and feet were bare and secured to the frame and his arms, although free, were encased from the wrist down in heavy metal orbs. He appeared to be doing reps with the orbs as if they were dumbbells, a panicked look on his face, clearly his strength was about to give out.
This poor guy was a private detective sent to find one of the doctor’s long term subjects and had been a “guest” for almost seven months. The girl he’d been sent to find had long since been sent back to the world, but the Doctor was a bit humourless about her work being interfered with. This experiment’s supposed purpose was to create a training program to forcibly increase physical strength and endurance. Sam had to admit the subject must have put on at least 20 pounds of muscle since his incarceration so it was clearly working, but he recognised revenge when he saw it.
As Sam watched the exhausted man’s bulging biceps finally couldn’t lift the orbs anymore and his arms slumped. The second his limbs stopped moving the orbs locked into place either side of the chair completing his bondage. Soundlessly four robotic hands emerged from various secret compartments. One pair took up station hovering over his stomach and a second pair emerged from the floor, clearly about to assault his feet. They paused momentarily, and the fingers wiggled menacingly, allowing him to the digest recorded message he must have heard hundreds of times before.
“You’re a naughty boy detective. You were told to exercise. You know what happens to lazy boys”
“Please no!” He shouted, and began babbling as two pairs of hands manoeuvred into position “Justgivemeasecond, I’ll be abletolift NoOOHAHAHAhaHAH!!”
All thoughts of speech were briefly burned from his mind as the fingers descended. The hands by his chest were kneading his ribs at an astonishing speed, lobster-clawing their way up and down, pausing only to wiggle a finger into his belly button or occasionally squeeze his hips, which elicited higher pitched laughter from the struggling man. . He’d obviously been given a big dose of the Doctor’s concoction. Sam didn’t know how it worked, but after an injection of that awful “Tickle-venom” stuff even the most unticklish person could be rendered helpless by a few dancing fingertips.
“HEEEEhahahaheheheOHHHhooNOOOmOOoore!” powerful but exhausted muscles strained against bounds to no avail “BwahahaHA! *gasp* HEEhahaha! Mercy!” Tears were already starting to run down his cheeks. The pair by his feet worked more slowly, constantly scrabbling lightly against the man’s arches. They kept contact no matter how much he changed position as their sensors readjusted to the target moment by moment. This poor guy wasn’t leaving anytime soon, not with his sanity anyway. “HahaHA!NotMYFEheHEHEET!I’MSoRR-hEEheeHEE!”
Sam managed to ignore most of the other cells on their journey towards the door to the Doctors personal testing lab, all save the last cell on the right. Here one of the doctor’s assistants was receiving her “overtime pay” Amy, a freckly twenty-something with flame red hair was secured face down by leather straps which crisscrossed her arms and legs. Her pale body was naked save for a tiny purple thong, which exposed her full round cheeks to the fellow employee straddling her legs. This woman was dressed in a figure hugging black leotard, as per Amy’s request.
“What are you?” The woman purred at her bound captive.
“A tickle slut” *smack* Amy barely had time to finish the sentence before she received a ringing slap on her bottom.
“What are you?” The woman repeated in the same sultry tone and traced an immaculately manicured finger in a spiral pattern just above where her hand had struck.
Amy giggled softly at the touch “HeeheeHee A tickle slut Mistress”
“That’s right, and what do tickle sluts deserve?” A second finger was added, gently tracing the same spiral pattern”
“HAheeheeTickling” *Smack* “Ow! Tickling Mistress!”
“If you insist…” The Mistress’ hands spider walked their way down to the girl’s defenceless asscheeks and the girl immediately erupted into hysterics.
“HeeHaahAAHAhahaHAAThAnkYOUMISSTRISShaAAheeeHAH!”
The doctor had noticed him staring at what he considered to be Amy’s self-inflicted lunacy.
“See anything you like? I’m sure we could fit you in for a 2o’clock session”
He didn’t dare give a smart response. The doctor took a respectful tone very seriously. Six months ago an imprudent lab assistant had made a comment about the boss’s less than conventional tastes, calling her a freak when he thought she couldn’t hear. Later that week the man had been assigned some experimental cognitive behavioural therapy. (“Terribly sorry, no other subjects are available, follow me to the testing area, there’s a lamb”) The poor man had been left with an almost overpowering sexual fetish for clowns. By all accounts the doctor had been quite pleased with the irony.
“No thanks”
She arched an eyebrow at him and smirked
“Pity. I’m sure we’ll bring the kinkiness out in you someday” With that she swiped her ID card to unlock her personal testing laboratory at the far end of long room and closed the door behind them, thankfully shutting off the laughter from the corridor. This room consisted of an observation area, and a cell, larger than those they had just passed, opposite the door. The two sections were divided two by a large pan of glass which Sam knew from previous visits would look like a mirror to those on the other side. Sound was similarly one-way, microphones imbedded in the walls carried all noise from the cell to a pair of speakers in the observation area. Two leather armchairs faced the glass, separated by a small table, upon which two cups of coffee rested. The Doctor seated herself in one and gestured for him to do the same.
“Incidentally the new model of giggle-boots are preforming admirably. Subject 19b signed the deeds of his house over to us after four days of application. Unfortunately” She glanced at her notes “It has left him quite beside himself, I recommend he stays here for rehabilitation”
“For how long?” asked Sam, already knowing the answer. Subject 19b was a handsome young man. Attractive men and women tended to find it very difficult to be discharged from the facility.
“Oh, indefinitely, can’t be too careful, but back to today’s little test. As I said, it’s a drug which is designed to be added to food. It causes a strong impulse in the brain which should override the subjects own personal desires. We’re testing how strong the suggestion is, a real stroke of luck finding these two. The field operatives did a great job”
“Whys that?” Picking up his coffee cup, Sam finally took in the contents of the cell.
“You’ll see”
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Jake opened his eyes. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t right at all. The last thing he remembered was him and Emma talking to that couple in the restaurant. They’d been a bit weird, but entertaining and had asked to join their table since they didn’t know anyone at the resort. Fun people, they were travelling too they’d said and had had a bunch of great stories. True, they had kept dropping in the occasional strangely inappropriate question, but the drinks had been flowing at that point so Emma and he had no problem giving straight answers. Afterwards he and Emma had headed for the hotel room and then… nothing. His mind waved a little card saying “file not found”
Ugh. Where was he? His blinked, his eyes hadn’t quite adjusted to the light. Suddenly the realisation stole over him that he was just clad in his boxer shorts. He’d been stripped! Oh man this wasn’t good, he must’ve being abducted! He’d seen Taken, white slave traders or something must have… Hang on….His eyes adjusted to the gloom.
He was sitting on a couch in a large padded room. A large mirror took up one wall and he could feel thick carpet under his feet and more than that, he wasn’t alone.
“Oh my god!” the exclamation escaped his lips involuntarily “Emma!”
The unconscious figure was about twenty feet away from him, stripped to her blue lacy bra and panties and was strapped into a pair of medieval style stocks. Her wrists were shackled to a chain attached to the ceiling and her tiny feet faced him as they poked out of a pair of padded holes. Emma’s waist length blond hair hung down her back, revealing a faintly smiling sleeping face.
Jake rose from the couch to try to help her, and for the first time, noticed the strange smell.
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“But what’s so special about these two?” Sam asked. The young man had just stood up, and now had a confused expression on his face.
“Well” The doctor paused, watching the scene intently “You know how people who care for each other often have common interests?”
“Well yes, what about it?” Sam was starting to get agitated. He wasn’t a fan of evasive answers, or of being ignored. All of Collins attention was focused on the standing figures face, she hadn’t touched her coffee.
“Well sometimes they also have common hates”
“And their shared hate?”
The doctor licked her lips in anticipation and savoured the syllable “Feet”.
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It was a sickly sweet smell, and seemed to stick in his nostrils. It felt as his brain was filling with pink mist. He was having difficulty ignoring it and thinking about the situation at hand. No matter, first free Emma, and then find out what that smell is. It struck him that whatever it was it was definitely something absolutely DELICIOUS. Hmm, he wasn’t sure where that last thought had come from. The knowledge just seemed to have turned up in his brain. He brushed the notion aside, he must still be groggy from whatever had been used to knock him out.
He padded towards her; there must be a catch or something to open the stocks. As he walked towards her he suddenly realised her feet we curiously shiny as if they were covered in baby oil. The bastards had smeared something on her feet, poor Emma! She hated having her feet touched, she’d even freaked out once when a friend of hers had suggested a pedicure. Maybe the catch was here, underneath the….Oh. He realised where the all-pervading smell was coming from. His fiancés oil smeared feet.
Right, well that’s not important he thought, I need to get her out of there. JUST ONE TASTE. His brow knotted, there it was again…a thought in his head that didn’t seem to belong to him. Anyway, it didn’t make sense, he hated the sight of feet. They were ugly things, all calloused and horrible TASTY TOES! He rubbed his forehead, it was beginning to dawn on him that something was seriously wrong.
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Sam had never seen the doctor nervous, she was biting her lower lip and talking to herself in a low voice.
“Don’t fight it you silly boy” she murmured “Give in to it”
They both watched as the groom kneeled down in front of the stocks. He appeared to reach a decision. Grimacing, with his eyes shut so he couldn’t see what he was doing, he placed his face an inch from his fiancés shiny soles. There was a pause, the two onlookers held their breath. Then the kneeling figure, clearly disgusted by what he was doing, inhaled deeply and noisily.
“Hah! Doctor Collins exclaimed with eager triumph “Less than two minutes and he’s sniffing! Drink up that coffee Samuel, the shows about to start!” This was worrying him now, he’d never seen her this animated.
“What the on earth have you done to that man’s brain, what’s making him do that?”
“The additive we placed in his food causes him to crave the taste of that substance we rubbed on his girlfriend’s feet. The lotion itself is odourless, except to those who have consumed the chemical agent. Those tootsies will now taste better to him than anything he’s ever tasted, as a result neural connections between the concept of feet and the pleasure centres of his brain should be forming” She paused, noting no change in his baffled expression
“I understand you drink alcohol Samuel. Have you ever felt the almost irresistible need for something deep fried and fatty after a heavy night?” Sam heard the inverted commas clang either side of the term “Heavy night”.
“Well…yeah” He admitted
“Well multiply that by a thousand and you’ll get some sense of what our young friend is struggling with.”
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Jake felt utterly ashamed TASTY SOLES he’d promised himself that he’d just get one good smell of the oily substance and that then he’d find a way to LICK FEET let Emma out, but it had smelt so wonderful he knew he couldn’t stop there. Wait he thought, she was asleep. He could sneak a taste, just a tiny taste before he let her out, where was the harm in NIBBLE ARCHES that?
He put his face close to her left foot, eyes open this time, opened his mouth and extended his tongue to touch his tongue off Emma’s heel. The moment its tip touched the slightly wrinkled flesh, sheer bliss flooded his brain. He almost cried out with sheer delight. “Oh no” He thought. His eyes bulged, the strange SUCKSOLES thoughts were getting more FOOTFEAST insistent, harder to ignore. “Think of Emma” he shouted inwardly. She’ll never forgive DELICOUS TOES you if she wakes up WIGGLINGFEET and catches you; theres nothing she hates more than people touching her feet! HELPLESSFEETLICKHELPLESSFEETFOREVER.
He struggled and fought with the insistent thoughts but found he couldn’t bring himself to take the tip his tongue off the warm flesh. Finally, after what seemed an age, he did the only thing his mind would let him do and ran his tongue up the length of the defenceless foot. At that moment, the chemical had complete control.
Emma’s eyes shot open, though she didn’t initially realise what had woken her. She gazed blearily around for a moment, and had barely taken in the fact of her bondage, before her eyes fell on Jake, who was already winding up for another lick.
“Jake, what are you EEEeeeeek!” She felt his rough tongue slide up her arch and stop just short of her toes and then his lips engulfed her ped and gave it what can only be described as a big wet kiss. “JAAKE! What are you doing!STOP JAAAAAAKE! Why have you done this, let me out of here right now!”
The bound woman had gone from unconscious to livid in little less than a second, and such was her fury that Jake hesitated for just a moment, but the pink fog in his brain quickly overruled him. With a pleading look in his eye, he tried to convey to her that he had very little choice in the matter and that in his defence her soles were scrumptious. He then popped her big toe into his mouth, sucked deeply and swirled his tongue around it.
“JaAAAAAKE!”
At this point, behind the soundproof glass the Doctor actually laughed “Oh isn’t that cuuute! She thinks he arranged all this” The writhing woman was swearing and thrashing around, threatening Jake with an end to the engagement, and violence punctuated by expletives. “She really is furious, still she’ll have bigger problems in a moment, the tickle venom should be kicking in any moment now” Filled with glee, she slipped off her pink heels and lay back in the sofa, the better to watch the “show”.
“You didn’t…”
“Oh yes, I was worried she’d be so angry that she wouldn’t be able to feel the benefit of a good tickling, laughter is the best medicine you know” She watched the growing panic on Emma’s face as she realised Jake wasn’t going to be stopping any time soon “that coupled with that rather thorough exfoliation her boy toy is giving her soles? She may end up being our most ticklish guest!”
This was horrible, Sam drained his coffee mug, wishing it contained something stronger. Sure enough the girls threats were becoming harder and harder to take seriously
“JaaKe, Youhuhu Stop that *snort * righteehe now otherwiseOhGOD!MyFeetHArTingling” She tried to compose herself and put on a serious expression, fighting against the unfamiliar sensations flowing up from her soles.
“HAhhaHAAAHAAaha *GASP*stOPStoPSTAHaahAAAA!”
But Jake couldn’t have stopped, even if he wanted to. Each taste of his wife’s feet set the pleasure centre of his brain aflame. He slurped on her arches. He nibbled her heels. Popped her toes into his mouth three at a time and flicked his tongue between the gaps. Emma could no longer form words, her entire universe had shrunk to her feet and the unbearable tingling being forced on her by the man she loved. Her feet were bright pink from the attention she was and she was unable to do anything but laugh and laugh. In short, she was slowly losing her mind.
“I can’t watch this anymore” Sam stood up “I’m supposed to witness this freak show? Well I’ve witnessed it. Where’s the damn form so I can get out of here!” The expression of glee on the doctors face immediately disappeared. It was replaced by the familiar blank expression Sam knew, though if he’d been paying more attention he might have noticed a additional glint in the eyes.
“Of course Samuel” She handed it over, and he scribbled a hasty signature and turned to leave. “They’ll be well looked after you know” The Doctor said to his retreating back “A little reprogramming and they should have nothing more than two major foot fetishes”
Sam crossed the room to the door, he head faint rustling behind him but ignored it. He had to get out of here, hand in his resignation, let some other agent deal with this circus.
“Of course to be fair I should probably give that silly boy a dose of tickle-venom too, to even the playing field between them. But apart from that it’ll be like it never happened”
“Uh huh” Sam grunted, he had reached the door but he couldn’t seem to get the blasted thing open, his ID card didn’t seem to be working.
“You on the other hand, I have big plans for”
“What the hell are you….” And then he smelled it, too late.
...Drink up that coffee Samuel…
…Odourless, except to those who have consumed the chemical agent..
.. I’m sure we’ll bring the kinkiness out in you someday…
He turned around, dreading what he might see. His eyes first resting on her undrunk cup of coffee and then to the lab coat which was thrown on the floor, next to a skirt and a pair of dark black stockings. The Doctor herself reclined back in the leather armchair, completely nude. Her feet, armpits and her pussy were shiny, as if they’d been smeared with oil.
“I’m sick of that grumpy look on your face and I’ve always liked the idea of a personal slave”
“Oh no…” he groaned. He could feel the pink fog beginning to fill his brain.
“…Oh yes” she purred.
“Oh no...” He thought “The pink ones. She always wears the pink ones when they're going to be particularly nasty”
They made their way into the lower floors of the facility, which strictly speaking didn’t exist. It had sounded straightforward enough to Sam when he’d first been assigned here. “It’s a research facility focusing on non-lethal means of suppression and coercion” his superiors had said. He’d been expecting spotty engineers fiddling with modified Tasers and knockout gas, not this madness. The doctor wasn’t interested in anything as simple as that, preferring mental conditioning and reprogramming, with her own personal twist. As a result the building’s soundproofing had had to be upgraded following her appointment. He had to admit though, Collins got results. The things she could make people think and do were astonishing. He just wished she didn’t enjoy her work quite so much. Technically speaking he was her boss, the defence department’s representative here, but quite frankly he was just a figurehead to keep the higher ups happy.
“Two holiday makers” She said, passing the file without looking at him. “Engaged couple, mid-twenties, round the world trip. They won’t be missed for some time” The last sentence was spoken through a slight smirk. “And what are the happy couple helping us with?” asked Sam. He knew she took pleasure in his discomfort, so he tried to keep his tone casual. “A food additive” she said airily, opening the door to main laboratory floor.
“That doesn’t sound like our remit” She pretended not to hear him, and they continued through the central office. The room was about fifteen metres long, filled with computer equipment and bustled with people in lab coats, toing and froing with busyness born from barely supressed fear. “I know how they feel” he thought, as they neared the heavy steel door which led to the testing area and holding cells. “Sorry ma’am, I said that doesn’t sound like our remit” She paused, resting her palm on the heavy door handle. She turned and gave him a brief smile at him, flashing perfect teeth “Oh I assure you it is.” With that she pulled open the door and the sound of maddened laughter poured out into the corridor. Tickling, he thought, why does it have to be tickling. They walked in and the door clicked shut behind them, sealing the sounds of begging and cackling inside this part of the facility.
This was the cause of the apparently exceptional work ethic in the room behind. Anyone found slacking in their work could find themselves filling in for the test subjects. There’s nothing like the prospect of being stripped to your undies and being tickled for hours on end to focus employees on their tasks. Except for one or two of the strange ones, for whom that prospect was used as an alternative to overtime pay. Sam was grateful that he officially outranked Doctor Collins and that she couldn’t order him to serve time as a patient. There were a dozen cells either side of a long corridor, each one had a large clear Perspex window allowing the subjects to be monitored. Each side alternated between a ten hour cycle of “treatment” and recuperation.
Currently the line of cells on his right was receiving the day’s experiments. Sam tried not to look, but inevitably he noticed details. In one cell a nude Asian woman in her late thirties was strapped to a sturdy leather table as an assistant slowly dragged a pair of feathers up and down her armpits. This simple motion produced a far greater reaction than it should have. These implements tickled far more than ordinary feather should, being made from a special type of microfiber.
“HAHahahahaAHAHAaPleeease!LetHahaAHAAHmEgooo!I’ll *snort* DOoowhoHahahaHANYTHING!”
Sweat poured off her as she pleaded with the assistant who stayed silent, focusing on the job at hand. She’d been promised a bonus if she could get the woman to pass out before lunchtime. This subject was one of the ones who had responded to a notice advertising a clinical drug trial. These were the individuals Sam felt the least guilty about. She’d be back home in a week with no memory of the treatment and a nice fat check. But for now…
“HaaahahahaHA! NotMYTITTIES” The feathers swept downwards towards the nipples of her small firm breasts ”NOhoHOHO!dON’tYOUahahahAREdrivINGmEHEHEHECRAZY!”
In the cell next to hers a well-muscled man was strapped into a curiously designed chair. His torso and feet were bare and secured to the frame and his arms, although free, were encased from the wrist down in heavy metal orbs. He appeared to be doing reps with the orbs as if they were dumbbells, a panicked look on his face, clearly his strength was about to give out.
This poor guy was a private detective sent to find one of the doctor’s long term subjects and had been a “guest” for almost seven months. The girl he’d been sent to find had long since been sent back to the world, but the Doctor was a bit humourless about her work being interfered with. This experiment’s supposed purpose was to create a training program to forcibly increase physical strength and endurance. Sam had to admit the subject must have put on at least 20 pounds of muscle since his incarceration so it was clearly working, but he recognised revenge when he saw it.
As Sam watched the exhausted man’s bulging biceps finally couldn’t lift the orbs anymore and his arms slumped. The second his limbs stopped moving the orbs locked into place either side of the chair completing his bondage. Soundlessly four robotic hands emerged from various secret compartments. One pair took up station hovering over his stomach and a second pair emerged from the floor, clearly about to assault his feet. They paused momentarily, and the fingers wiggled menacingly, allowing him to the digest recorded message he must have heard hundreds of times before.
“You’re a naughty boy detective. You were told to exercise. You know what happens to lazy boys”
“Please no!” He shouted, and began babbling as two pairs of hands manoeuvred into position “Justgivemeasecond, I’ll be abletolift NoOOHAHAHAhaHAH!!”
All thoughts of speech were briefly burned from his mind as the fingers descended. The hands by his chest were kneading his ribs at an astonishing speed, lobster-clawing their way up and down, pausing only to wiggle a finger into his belly button or occasionally squeeze his hips, which elicited higher pitched laughter from the struggling man. . He’d obviously been given a big dose of the Doctor’s concoction. Sam didn’t know how it worked, but after an injection of that awful “Tickle-venom” stuff even the most unticklish person could be rendered helpless by a few dancing fingertips.
“HEEEEhahahaheheheOHHHhooNOOOmOOoore!” powerful but exhausted muscles strained against bounds to no avail “BwahahaHA! *gasp* HEEhahaha! Mercy!” Tears were already starting to run down his cheeks. The pair by his feet worked more slowly, constantly scrabbling lightly against the man’s arches. They kept contact no matter how much he changed position as their sensors readjusted to the target moment by moment. This poor guy wasn’t leaving anytime soon, not with his sanity anyway. “HahaHA!NotMYFEheHEHEET!I’MSoRR-hEEheeHEE!”
Sam managed to ignore most of the other cells on their journey towards the door to the Doctors personal testing lab, all save the last cell on the right. Here one of the doctor’s assistants was receiving her “overtime pay” Amy, a freckly twenty-something with flame red hair was secured face down by leather straps which crisscrossed her arms and legs. Her pale body was naked save for a tiny purple thong, which exposed her full round cheeks to the fellow employee straddling her legs. This woman was dressed in a figure hugging black leotard, as per Amy’s request.
“What are you?” The woman purred at her bound captive.
“A tickle slut” *smack* Amy barely had time to finish the sentence before she received a ringing slap on her bottom.
“What are you?” The woman repeated in the same sultry tone and traced an immaculately manicured finger in a spiral pattern just above where her hand had struck.
Amy giggled softly at the touch “HeeheeHee A tickle slut Mistress”
“That’s right, and what do tickle sluts deserve?” A second finger was added, gently tracing the same spiral pattern”
“HAheeheeTickling” *Smack* “Ow! Tickling Mistress!”
“If you insist…” The Mistress’ hands spider walked their way down to the girl’s defenceless asscheeks and the girl immediately erupted into hysterics.
“HeeHaahAAHAhahaHAAThAnkYOUMISSTRISShaAAheeeHAH!”
The doctor had noticed him staring at what he considered to be Amy’s self-inflicted lunacy.
“See anything you like? I’m sure we could fit you in for a 2o’clock session”
He didn’t dare give a smart response. The doctor took a respectful tone very seriously. Six months ago an imprudent lab assistant had made a comment about the boss’s less than conventional tastes, calling her a freak when he thought she couldn’t hear. Later that week the man had been assigned some experimental cognitive behavioural therapy. (“Terribly sorry, no other subjects are available, follow me to the testing area, there’s a lamb”) The poor man had been left with an almost overpowering sexual fetish for clowns. By all accounts the doctor had been quite pleased with the irony.
“No thanks”
She arched an eyebrow at him and smirked
“Pity. I’m sure we’ll bring the kinkiness out in you someday” With that she swiped her ID card to unlock her personal testing laboratory at the far end of long room and closed the door behind them, thankfully shutting off the laughter from the corridor. This room consisted of an observation area, and a cell, larger than those they had just passed, opposite the door. The two sections were divided two by a large pan of glass which Sam knew from previous visits would look like a mirror to those on the other side. Sound was similarly one-way, microphones imbedded in the walls carried all noise from the cell to a pair of speakers in the observation area. Two leather armchairs faced the glass, separated by a small table, upon which two cups of coffee rested. The Doctor seated herself in one and gestured for him to do the same.
“Incidentally the new model of giggle-boots are preforming admirably. Subject 19b signed the deeds of his house over to us after four days of application. Unfortunately” She glanced at her notes “It has left him quite beside himself, I recommend he stays here for rehabilitation”
“For how long?” asked Sam, already knowing the answer. Subject 19b was a handsome young man. Attractive men and women tended to find it very difficult to be discharged from the facility.
“Oh, indefinitely, can’t be too careful, but back to today’s little test. As I said, it’s a drug which is designed to be added to food. It causes a strong impulse in the brain which should override the subjects own personal desires. We’re testing how strong the suggestion is, a real stroke of luck finding these two. The field operatives did a great job”
“Whys that?” Picking up his coffee cup, Sam finally took in the contents of the cell.
“You’ll see”
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Jake opened his eyes. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t right at all. The last thing he remembered was him and Emma talking to that couple in the restaurant. They’d been a bit weird, but entertaining and had asked to join their table since they didn’t know anyone at the resort. Fun people, they were travelling too they’d said and had had a bunch of great stories. True, they had kept dropping in the occasional strangely inappropriate question, but the drinks had been flowing at that point so Emma and he had no problem giving straight answers. Afterwards he and Emma had headed for the hotel room and then… nothing. His mind waved a little card saying “file not found”
Ugh. Where was he? His blinked, his eyes hadn’t quite adjusted to the light. Suddenly the realisation stole over him that he was just clad in his boxer shorts. He’d been stripped! Oh man this wasn’t good, he must’ve being abducted! He’d seen Taken, white slave traders or something must have… Hang on….His eyes adjusted to the gloom.
He was sitting on a couch in a large padded room. A large mirror took up one wall and he could feel thick carpet under his feet and more than that, he wasn’t alone.
“Oh my god!” the exclamation escaped his lips involuntarily “Emma!”
The unconscious figure was about twenty feet away from him, stripped to her blue lacy bra and panties and was strapped into a pair of medieval style stocks. Her wrists were shackled to a chain attached to the ceiling and her tiny feet faced him as they poked out of a pair of padded holes. Emma’s waist length blond hair hung down her back, revealing a faintly smiling sleeping face.
Jake rose from the couch to try to help her, and for the first time, noticed the strange smell.
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“But what’s so special about these two?” Sam asked. The young man had just stood up, and now had a confused expression on his face.
“Well” The doctor paused, watching the scene intently “You know how people who care for each other often have common interests?”
“Well yes, what about it?” Sam was starting to get agitated. He wasn’t a fan of evasive answers, or of being ignored. All of Collins attention was focused on the standing figures face, she hadn’t touched her coffee.
“Well sometimes they also have common hates”
“And their shared hate?”
The doctor licked her lips in anticipation and savoured the syllable “Feet”.
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It was a sickly sweet smell, and seemed to stick in his nostrils. It felt as his brain was filling with pink mist. He was having difficulty ignoring it and thinking about the situation at hand. No matter, first free Emma, and then find out what that smell is. It struck him that whatever it was it was definitely something absolutely DELICIOUS. Hmm, he wasn’t sure where that last thought had come from. The knowledge just seemed to have turned up in his brain. He brushed the notion aside, he must still be groggy from whatever had been used to knock him out.
He padded towards her; there must be a catch or something to open the stocks. As he walked towards her he suddenly realised her feet we curiously shiny as if they were covered in baby oil. The bastards had smeared something on her feet, poor Emma! She hated having her feet touched, she’d even freaked out once when a friend of hers had suggested a pedicure. Maybe the catch was here, underneath the….Oh. He realised where the all-pervading smell was coming from. His fiancés oil smeared feet.
Right, well that’s not important he thought, I need to get her out of there. JUST ONE TASTE. His brow knotted, there it was again…a thought in his head that didn’t seem to belong to him. Anyway, it didn’t make sense, he hated the sight of feet. They were ugly things, all calloused and horrible TASTY TOES! He rubbed his forehead, it was beginning to dawn on him that something was seriously wrong.
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Sam had never seen the doctor nervous, she was biting her lower lip and talking to herself in a low voice.
“Don’t fight it you silly boy” she murmured “Give in to it”
They both watched as the groom kneeled down in front of the stocks. He appeared to reach a decision. Grimacing, with his eyes shut so he couldn’t see what he was doing, he placed his face an inch from his fiancés shiny soles. There was a pause, the two onlookers held their breath. Then the kneeling figure, clearly disgusted by what he was doing, inhaled deeply and noisily.
“Hah! Doctor Collins exclaimed with eager triumph “Less than two minutes and he’s sniffing! Drink up that coffee Samuel, the shows about to start!” This was worrying him now, he’d never seen her this animated.
“What the on earth have you done to that man’s brain, what’s making him do that?”
“The additive we placed in his food causes him to crave the taste of that substance we rubbed on his girlfriend’s feet. The lotion itself is odourless, except to those who have consumed the chemical agent. Those tootsies will now taste better to him than anything he’s ever tasted, as a result neural connections between the concept of feet and the pleasure centres of his brain should be forming” She paused, noting no change in his baffled expression
“I understand you drink alcohol Samuel. Have you ever felt the almost irresistible need for something deep fried and fatty after a heavy night?” Sam heard the inverted commas clang either side of the term “Heavy night”.
“Well…yeah” He admitted
“Well multiply that by a thousand and you’ll get some sense of what our young friend is struggling with.”
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Jake felt utterly ashamed TASTY SOLES he’d promised himself that he’d just get one good smell of the oily substance and that then he’d find a way to LICK FEET let Emma out, but it had smelt so wonderful he knew he couldn’t stop there. Wait he thought, she was asleep. He could sneak a taste, just a tiny taste before he let her out, where was the harm in NIBBLE ARCHES that?
He put his face close to her left foot, eyes open this time, opened his mouth and extended his tongue to touch his tongue off Emma’s heel. The moment its tip touched the slightly wrinkled flesh, sheer bliss flooded his brain. He almost cried out with sheer delight. “Oh no” He thought. His eyes bulged, the strange SUCKSOLES thoughts were getting more FOOTFEAST insistent, harder to ignore. “Think of Emma” he shouted inwardly. She’ll never forgive DELICOUS TOES you if she wakes up WIGGLINGFEET and catches you; theres nothing she hates more than people touching her feet! HELPLESSFEETLICKHELPLESSFEETFOREVER.
He struggled and fought with the insistent thoughts but found he couldn’t bring himself to take the tip his tongue off the warm flesh. Finally, after what seemed an age, he did the only thing his mind would let him do and ran his tongue up the length of the defenceless foot. At that moment, the chemical had complete control.
Emma’s eyes shot open, though she didn’t initially realise what had woken her. She gazed blearily around for a moment, and had barely taken in the fact of her bondage, before her eyes fell on Jake, who was already winding up for another lick.
“Jake, what are you EEEeeeeek!” She felt his rough tongue slide up her arch and stop just short of her toes and then his lips engulfed her ped and gave it what can only be described as a big wet kiss. “JAAKE! What are you doing!STOP JAAAAAAKE! Why have you done this, let me out of here right now!”
The bound woman had gone from unconscious to livid in little less than a second, and such was her fury that Jake hesitated for just a moment, but the pink fog in his brain quickly overruled him. With a pleading look in his eye, he tried to convey to her that he had very little choice in the matter and that in his defence her soles were scrumptious. He then popped her big toe into his mouth, sucked deeply and swirled his tongue around it.
“JaAAAAAKE!”
At this point, behind the soundproof glass the Doctor actually laughed “Oh isn’t that cuuute! She thinks he arranged all this” The writhing woman was swearing and thrashing around, threatening Jake with an end to the engagement, and violence punctuated by expletives. “She really is furious, still she’ll have bigger problems in a moment, the tickle venom should be kicking in any moment now” Filled with glee, she slipped off her pink heels and lay back in the sofa, the better to watch the “show”.
“You didn’t…”
“Oh yes, I was worried she’d be so angry that she wouldn’t be able to feel the benefit of a good tickling, laughter is the best medicine you know” She watched the growing panic on Emma’s face as she realised Jake wasn’t going to be stopping any time soon “that coupled with that rather thorough exfoliation her boy toy is giving her soles? She may end up being our most ticklish guest!”
This was horrible, Sam drained his coffee mug, wishing it contained something stronger. Sure enough the girls threats were becoming harder and harder to take seriously
“JaaKe, Youhuhu Stop that *snort * righteehe now otherwiseOhGOD!MyFeetHArTingling” She tried to compose herself and put on a serious expression, fighting against the unfamiliar sensations flowing up from her soles.
“HAhhaHAAAHAAaha *GASP*stOPStoPSTAHaahAAAA!”
But Jake couldn’t have stopped, even if he wanted to. Each taste of his wife’s feet set the pleasure centre of his brain aflame. He slurped on her arches. He nibbled her heels. Popped her toes into his mouth three at a time and flicked his tongue between the gaps. Emma could no longer form words, her entire universe had shrunk to her feet and the unbearable tingling being forced on her by the man she loved. Her feet were bright pink from the attention she was and she was unable to do anything but laugh and laugh. In short, she was slowly losing her mind.
“I can’t watch this anymore” Sam stood up “I’m supposed to witness this freak show? Well I’ve witnessed it. Where’s the damn form so I can get out of here!” The expression of glee on the doctors face immediately disappeared. It was replaced by the familiar blank expression Sam knew, though if he’d been paying more attention he might have noticed a additional glint in the eyes.
“Of course Samuel” She handed it over, and he scribbled a hasty signature and turned to leave. “They’ll be well looked after you know” The Doctor said to his retreating back “A little reprogramming and they should have nothing more than two major foot fetishes”
Sam crossed the room to the door, he head faint rustling behind him but ignored it. He had to get out of here, hand in his resignation, let some other agent deal with this circus.
“Of course to be fair I should probably give that silly boy a dose of tickle-venom too, to even the playing field between them. But apart from that it’ll be like it never happened”
“Uh huh” Sam grunted, he had reached the door but he couldn’t seem to get the blasted thing open, his ID card didn’t seem to be working.
“You on the other hand, I have big plans for”
“What the hell are you….” And then he smelled it, too late.
...Drink up that coffee Samuel…
…Odourless, except to those who have consumed the chemical agent..
.. I’m sure we’ll bring the kinkiness out in you someday…
He turned around, dreading what he might see. His eyes first resting on her undrunk cup of coffee and then to the lab coat which was thrown on the floor, next to a skirt and a pair of dark black stockings. The Doctor herself reclined back in the leather armchair, completely nude. Her feet, armpits and her pussy were shiny, as if they’d been smeared with oil.
“I’m sick of that grumpy look on your face and I’ve always liked the idea of a personal slave”
“Oh no…” he groaned. He could feel the pink fog beginning to fill his brain.
“…Oh yes” she purred.
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