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THE LAUGHING PROFESSOR
(Revised by T.T. Gore)
Chapter Eight
How Does Your Garden Grow, Professor DeCarlo?
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THE LAUGHING PROFESSOR
(Revised by T.T. Gore)
Chapter Eight
How Does Your Garden Grow, Professor DeCarlo?
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Professor Adrienne DeCarlo was delighted with the present she found in her office on Monday morning: an exotic plant the likes of which she’d never seen before. The plant was so unusual, in fact, that the puzzled biologist was unable to determine its genus or phylum.
Probably a gift from one of my many admirers, she told herself. Adrienne had profited quite handsomely from the federal grant she’d snatched from the jealous grasp of the English Department. Nowadays her fans were many and even included the Dean of Liberal Arts and Sciences. In fact, she had actually struck up a rather intimate friendship with the formidable yet sensuous Dagmar Frost.
Life was good for Adrienne.
But the raven-haired biologist would have been less delighted with her present if she’d known that a certain sexy secretary had delivered it at the behest of a certain buxom brunette…
That very day Adrienne took the mysterious plant to the university greenhouse, transplanted it into a large growing booth and activated the controls that would feed it a steady supply of nutrients and minerals.
Her excitement heightened the next day when she checked the plant and discovered that it had nearly doubled in size! By Wednesday morning, it had grown to a height of six feet and developed beautiful large flowers of different shapes and sizes, plus numerous long vines of various diameters.
That evening Adrienne returned to the greenhouse. She had decided to see if reducing the amount of nutrients the plant was receiving would slow its growth. The raven-haired biologist opened the large door of the glass booth and entered to inspect her new specimen. The large red and yellow blooms booked beautiful; she leaned toward one to inhale its sweet, musky aroma.
At that moment, the flower released a fine, fragrant mist. Adrienne gasped and stumbled sideways against the glass wall of the booth. “My goodness!” she exclaimed, blinking and licking her full red lips.
Droplets of moisture sparkled in Adrienne’s hair and clung to her long lashes. Her exposed skin appeared to be covered with a delicate sweat. But the mist was rapidly absorbed through her pores, and within seconds it had disappeared. She had no way of knowing, of course, that the mist was actually a cunningly brewed, industrial-strength combination of narcotics and aphrodisiacs.
Adrienne flushed and giggled as this potent chemical cocktail raced through her bloodstream. Tingles of pleasure danced along her nervous system and a warm, sensuous sensation smoldered low in her belly. A sense of euphoria dominated her drugged brain, suppressing all instincts of caution or fear.
Gazing in rapture at the huge plant, Adrienne failed to notice that a long vine was undulating in the direction of the glass door of the booth. Abruptly the door slammed shut and automatically locked, sealing her in the booth with Margaret's malevolent creation.
Snapped out of her daze by the slamming of the door, Adrienne staggered toward the front of the booth. She banged on the glass and rattled the doorknob, completely oblivious to the ominous fact that the plant’s largest vine was rising up behind her…
The vicious veggie struck swiftly. Adrienne squealed with surprise when she felt something encircle her supple waist. The vine tightened around her stomach and, with incredible strength, lifted her bodily off of the floor!
The plant swiftly drew the struggling biologist towards its trunk. “Let me GO, you overgrown HOUSE PLANT!” she yelled, beating ineffectually at the vine with her fists. But her flailing arms and legs were quickly snared by smaller tendrils, and in seconds Adrienne was spread-eagled and so firmly restrained that she could barely wriggle.
"Cut it OUT! Let me GO—!" the raven-haired biologist screamed as real fear finally penetrated her drug-besotted mind. But the plant paid no heed to Adrienne’s protests. It maneuvered her down into a bed of thick aromatic leaves, where more tendrils shot up and leaned towards her. Adrienne continued to struggle, but it was a futile effort. The evil plant had her completely at its mercy!
Like the Venus Flytrap, which waits patiently to snare its food, the salacious veggie was genetically programmed to trap its female victims, tickle them into helpless submission, tease them to an extreme pitch of sexual excitement, then feast upon the protein-rich bodily fluids released by orgasm.
First one tendril, then several, snagged the fabric of Adrienne's silk blouse, tearing the flimsy fabric as if it were tissue paper and exposing the silky black bra that cradled her firm, ripe breasts. Then they stripped her of her short skirt.
“STOP it! You’re tearing my CLOTHES!” the raven-haired biologist screamed. Her blue eyes widened in redoubled horror as a slender tendril with a pointed tip bent to wave expectantly over her bare belly. Slowly, teasingly, it dipped down, inching closer and closer to Adrienne’s defenseless navel!
“NO!” she yelled. “NOT THERE! NOT—YAAAAAAAA!!! AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” The tendril’s tip danced lightly around her belly button and oh how it TICKLED—!
Adrienne’s eyes bulged. She tried sucking in her tummy and squirming away from the tickling tendrils, but the insidious vegetable held her fast. She gritted her teeth in a futile effort to hold back another hilarious scream. But try as she might, Adrienne simply couldn’t resist the overpowering urge simply to let go and just laugh her idiotic HEAD off!
"EEEEEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!! STOP!!!” she squealed. “OH STOOOOOP!!! IT TICK-HICK-HICK-HICKLES MEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEE!!!"
In her drugged and weakened state, the raven-haired biologist was easy prey for the giant plant. It extruded more tendrils and methodically began tearing the remains of Adrienne's garments from her bound body as she squirmed and squealed in its grasp. In next to no time, she had been stripped down to her skimpy red silk panties.
Then the sadistic veggie attacked in earnest!
More slender tendrils undulated up to attack her exposed ribcage—and Adrienne’s laughter rose to a gut-busting howl that rattled the glass walls of the booth!
“HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” she screeched. “PLEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEEEEEESE!!! NO MOOOOOORE-HOOOR-HOOOOOOOORE!!!"
But the plant was unmoved by her screams and pleas. Writhing tendrils slithered up her slim legs and down her arms to attack her thighs and armpits. More tendrils were tracing maddening patterns on the soles of her bare feet and probing the tender spaces between her wiggling toes.
“GAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-GAAAAAA-HHAA-HAA-HAA!!!" Adrienne shrieked. “EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Sweat flew from the raven-haired biologist’s writhing body as the plant sought out and stroked every square inch of her unbearably ticklish anatomy!
Adrienne's teeth were bared in an idiot's grin as she struggled to control the crazed laughter that rose from her convulsing belly to her raw throat. She was horribly certain that if she kept laughing, she’d go completely out of her stupid MIND! But it was impossible to stop laughing—the plant’s tendrils were tickling her armpits, her ribs, her belly and her feet. So Adrienne laughed—and laughed—and LAUGHED—!
Yet even as she struggled and shrieked, the raven-haired biologist was gradually becoming conscious of an erotic pulse in her breasts and loins. The powerful aphrodisiac with which the evil plant had misted her was doing its work all too well. Her nipples were stiff with arousal, and each beat of her pulse sparked an potent thrill in the curl-covered mound between her straining thighs.
The salacious vegetable seemed to sense its gasping victim’s growing lust. Two more tendrils rose up from the plant's base, each tipped by a pulsing leafy cup. With unerring precision, they zeroed in on Adrienne’s engorged nipples, engulfed them, released a lubricant—and began to suck!
The raven-haired biologist’s mouth remained stretched in a muscle-wrenching grin of helpless laughter, but now her eyes were round with surprised pleasure. The nonstop tickling seemed only to heighten the delicious thrill in her jiggling breasts and redouble the intensity of the lustful spasms that were racing along her nervous system.
“NAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA--HAAA!!!” she shrieked. “OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-NO!!! OH GAAAAW-HAW-HAAAAWD!!! OH YES YES YEEEEEEEES!!!" Then another tendril slipped into Adrienne’s panties and slithered through the dark, curly thatch between her thighs. With a sure instinct, it sought out and began to stroke the raven-haired biologist’s throbbing lust button. In response, Adrienne produced a scream of anguished pleasure loud enough to wake the dead!
“OH!!!” she gasped desperately. “OH YES!!! OH PLEEEEEEEESE!!!”
A absolutely GLORIOUS sensation was building and building and BUILDING in Adrienne’s loins! She arched her back as the plant’s merciless tendrils tickled and stroked her toward an orgasm of enormous proportions!
But the crafty plant wasn’t quite ready to make Adrienne cum her brains out. On the contrary, it seemed to enjoy teasing her to the brink, then stopping. The raven-haired biologist wiggled her hips in a desperate attempt to achieve the delicious release she craved, but the lewd veggie seemed to be able to sense when she was close to orgasm. Meanwhile, of course, the tickling continued—and poor Adrienne was now literally raving with hysterical laughter!
She scarcely noticed when her panties were ripped off, or when the tendrils pulled her legs as far apart as they would go. She did notice when a new tendril arose from the base of the plant. This one was thicker, and it pulsed in a suggestive way that made Adrienne try to force her legs even farther apart.
Slowly, slowly, the tendril advanced upon the raven-haired biologist’s damp, defenseless mound. The tickling came to an abrupt halt—and in that instant the tendril shot forward to invade Adrienne’s tender pink places!
“MUMPH!!!” she grunted with joyous abandon. “MUMPH-MUMPH-MUMPH-GRRRRUUUUMPH!!!”
The lascivious tendril pulsed and pumped, driving Adrienne closer and closer to the climax she so desperately craved. The muscles in her thighs and belly grew achingly tense with anticipation; her beautiful face was wrenched into a grimace of effort. The plant was still tickling her energetically but the raven-haired biologist was no longer conscious of anything except the indescribable feelings and sensations that pulsed in her loins, belly and breasts!
Then it hit! Adrienne’s svelte belly convulsed and a roaring tidal wave of unutterable ECSTASY swept through her tortured body! Her muscles loosened for an instant, then tightened again as a second convulsion hit. Again and again she tensed and relaxed in the grip of this orgasmic punishment. The sheer intensity of her pleasure would normally have caused Adrienne to pass out—but the chemical cocktail in her bloodstream included a sophisticated caffeine derivative that would keep her conscious no matter what. And with each excruciating spasm, the greedy plant drank deeply of its helpless victim’s erotic fluids!
Finally, after the raven-haired biologist’s screams had faded to a dry wheeze and her struggles had dwindled to feeble squirming, the exquisite torment came to an end. Adrienne wept with relief. The vicious veggie maintained its grip on her trembling limbs, however, and its tickling tendrils remained poised over her sweating body. Then, after all too brief a respite, one of the huge blooms undulated up—and misted her from head to toe with the sweet-smelling aphrodisiac! Almost immediately, her skin tingled, her nipples stiffened, and her loins stirred anew.
”NO!” she screamed. “PLEASE NO! NOT AGAIN! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEEEEEEEEEASE—!!!”
As if in response to her frantic plea, a slender tendril zeroed in on her belly button and began to tickle it! Adrienne's last rational thought as a mad howl of hilarity burst from her raw throat was a horrified realization that the agonizing laughter and unbearable ecstasies would continue until the insatiable plant was ready to quit…
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Margaret Stanley watched from the safety of the darkness as her evil botanical creation continued to feed on the naked, writhing biologist. "Oh, it’s going to be a long night for you, my dear Professor DeCarlo," she whispered, her face wreathed in a terrible, gloating smile. “You see, I grow very HUNGRY plants.”
The buxom brunette hadn’t intended to stay and watch, but she found it impossible to tear herself away from the lewd spectacle in the growing booth. So Margaret was there when the salacious vegetable, having wrung the last possible drop of nourishment from its drooling, gibbering victim, brought Adrienne’s long torment to a merciful conclusion.
The base of the plant yawed open to reveal a moist pink interior. Slowly, the raven-haired biologist was lowered until her body was poised over the base. The tendrils released their grip on her arms and legs, Adrienne dropped in, and the base snapped shut.
As Margaret stole out of the greenhouse she fancied she heard a final, muffled howl of insane laughter. So much for Professor DeCarlo, the brunette gloated to herself…
(To Be Continued!)
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