After shouting out the numbers of her ID codre, Polly could only lie their gasping for breath, as exhausted as she’d ever been in her life. Her stomach hurt like she had just done push-ups in gym class. How had she ever caught her breath long enough to shout anything?
“369...thank you,” Caroline said, trying to clear her head. It took a few minutes for her to feel like herself again. How had Polly gotten the air to shout the numbers? Maybe she had stopped tickling for a few minutes, long enough to let Polly catch a quick lungful of oxygen. Thank god she had, Caroline mused, or her own plans would have been ruined.
Caroline, having grown quite warm, stripped off her lab coat. Beneath was a lacy black blouse and very short skirt. Then she grabbed the vibrator and switched it on, “Now I’ll live up to my end of the deal.”
“Please…please,” Polly said in a soft voice. She wanted it…needed it so badly.
Dr Lee pushed the pulsating plastic toy inside Polly for the first time, sliding it in and out. Caroline felt her control of the situation return as she teased Polly’s sexuality, moving the vibrator faster and slower, rubbing it against Polly’s sexuality faster and slower. Caroline drew out Polly’s pleasure, making it last as long as she wanted it to. Then she forced Dr Andrews to climax…hard.
Caroline gave Polly a few minutes to recover from her orgasm. She cleaned the toy with a white cloth, staring at her captive. Dr. Andrews face was almost as red as her hair now, and a most relaxed smile was plastered on her face. The occasional mew of joy could still be heard from her.
As Polly felt her blood stop burning and the pounding in her chest lessen, she became more aware of what she had just done. Shame started to replace passion. She had just begged another woman to…to…she couldn’t even think it! How had she given in to such…carnal needs?
“Good morning sunshine,” Caroline kissed Polly on the lips, “Ready to continue?” Caroline’s self-confidence was back. She knew who the boss was and was ready to prove it to Polly.
Polly still looked horrified. She shook her head ‘No’ again, but had no hope that that would spare her what was coming.
Caroline grabbed hold of Polly’s shoulder and thigh. She then gently turned her over onto her stomach. Her earlier training as a nurse came in handy here! Moving such dead weight without hurting the patient required certain skills.
Polly’s fear kept rising. What was this psychotic bitch going to do now? Lying face down, Polly couldn’t even see where Caroline was about to tickle her. It was like being blindfolded!
“Now, unless you want to give me the next three numbers…no? Then I guess I should begin.” Caroline took out a paintbrush. It was stiffer than the feathers had been, but still soft. She swiped it over Polly’s bare sole, going down her arch then across her toes.
“HE HEHEH EHE HEYYY!!!! You HE EHEH EHEH You said HEHE EHE EHEH said no no HEH EHEHEHEH more feeeeeheheheheheeeeeet!” Polly cried out as the brush kissed her sole again. She couldn’t see what was touching her, but it tickled!
“I’m sorry, your right. I just got carried away,” Caroline stopped tickling. “No more feet. Let’s find a spot even more fun.” She started whisking the brush along the back of Polly’s left thigh using short quick strokes.
For Polly, This was definitely not an improvement! It definitely tickled! And more than it should have. For while Polly had usually been able to protect her feet and other private areas, growing up her legs had been the subject of many tickle attacks. She hadn’t been able to wear shorts or a swimsuit without one of her sisters or a cousin pinching or poking them. Never, had her legs been so sensitive! The giggles started gushing out of her once more.
“It seems somebody didn’t know her body would get more ticklish after her orgasm,” Caroline taunted. She started using her fingernails on the back of Polly’s right thigh, grazing her nails over the hairless skin. Caroline couldn’t help but admire Polly’s thighs. They were round and feminine, yet full and solid. They were a joy to tickle.
Suddenly, Caroline moved to the backs of Polly’s knees. She dabbed the paintbrush into that delicate are and started spinning it between her fingers. Her other hand started clawing behind Polly’s other knee. This made Polly’s laughter grow sharply.
“HEHE EHEHE EHE E EHEHEHEHEHE SOOOHOHOHO MUCHCHHEHEHE EHEHE E E EHEHE TIIHIHIHICKLLEEE EHE EHEHEEHHE SOOOOO MUCHHCH !!! GAWWWDDDDD EHEHE EHEHEHEEHEHEH STAWWWWPPP EEEHEH!!!”
As Caroline tickled away, her enjoyment growing as Polly’s laughter got louder, she couldn’t help but notice something disturbing. Dr. Andrews legs were starting to twitch slightly. Could the toxin be wearing off so soon? It was probably just involuntary movement. Polly was almost certainly too hysterical to notice. Thank goodness the toxin wore off slowly. Still, Caroline mused, she would have to break the redhead quicker than she‘d planned.
But Polly had noticed. Caroline may have studied the toxin, its chemical formula and its effects on lab animals, but she’d never tried it on herself. Dr. Lee couldn’t have known that when the toxin started to wear off, a surge or warmth flooded through your muscles. Polly’s body was becoming her own again!
And the toxin did not wear off slowly . Already, Polly could have moved her legs away from Caroline’s tickling fingers. She probably could have rolled off the table. But that would have only led to a few precious moments of relief. Polly knew she was still weak as a kitten, and if she made a move now, she’d quickly be captured again.
No, Polly had to bide her time, play possum and let Caroline tickle her until more of her strength returned.
But that was easier said than done, kind of like keeping your hand an inch over an open flame. Every nerve in Polly’s body said ‘MOVE!’ It was an effort to hold still.
It got worse. Now pressed for time, Caroline stopped tickling Polly’s knees and went for her bare bottom. She began sweeping the brush over Polly’s cheeks, while her fingers started probing into the fleshy tissue.
“HOHO HOHHOH HHOHHOHOHOHOH NAWWOWOWOWOHOHOHOHO HHOOHO GRRRRRHHOHOHOH HOHOHO CANNNN’T STAND STAND HOHOHOHOHO OOOO!!!”
The tickling was unbelievable! It ripped through Polly, shooting through every nerve in her body. That damn brush…on her…her…Gawd it tickled! Even harder than enduring the tickling was forcing her body not to move. It was nearly impossible.
Caroline fell in love with Polly’s bottom. The rest of her skin could have been described as fair, or milky, but not her butt. It was as pure white. Every scratch from Caroline’s nails, every flick of the brush left thin, pink streaks. And was it ticklish! Maybe even more than her feet! Caroline could feel her body tremble at every touch, hear her screams of hysteria. It was…pure joy.
Now it was time to make it even better.
Caroline picked up the vibrator again and turned it on. Polly’s ears practically perked up like a dog when she heard the buzzing. This time, however, Caroline didn’t use it to stroke Polly’s womanhood. Instead, she started dragging the point across the crease formed where thigh and ass met.
Polly roared like a wounded animal. It tickled worse than everything she had felt so far. The vibrations spread through her entire butt, tickling nerves on and bellow the surface. It only got worse when Caroline used the brush to attack that same crease. She screamed and bellowed, cackled and shrieked. Air was flying out of her lungs.
Somehow she had enough willpower not to move. Oh, it wasn’t perfect. Polly’s hands clenched into fists. There was so much tension in her arms that they could have been used as crowbars. But Caroline was so enraptured with her tickling that she didn’t notice such small things.
“I tell you what, Polly,’ Caroline said, still oblivious, “Give me the next three numbers of your ID, and I’ll give you another break. What do you say?” Brush stroking Polly’s left cheek, vibrator running across her right.
The old expression was ‘tickled pink’. Polly Andrews sure was. The flush that had started when Caroline had been tickling her feet now covered her entire body. Milky skinned Dr. Andrews now looked liked she’d spent too much time in the sun.
“HOH HO HOOOHOHOH HOHOHOOOO…UUUuuuUUUUHHHHHHH HOOHOHO OHOHOHHHOHOH HOHOHOHOHOO NAWWOWOWOWOWO GRRRHRHR HHOHOHOHOHO UUUHUHUHUHU!!!!” Polly didn’t even hear what Caroline had to say. Her body was on fire!
Polly was forced to moan in the middle of her laughing, ecstasy mixed with hysteria again. Caroline was back to her old trick of sliding the vibrator over Polly’s womanhood again. Her arms had lifted off the table at the first wave of pleasure. Had Dr. Lee seen, it would have been disaster. At the same time, the brush never stopped stroking.
But she didn’t. “God, I love to hear you moan,” Caroline said, consumed by her torment of Polly. She now began flicking the brush up and down Polly’s butt crack.
It should have been impossible for Polly to laugh louder. Somehow she did. Her cries became pure agony. Worse, Polly knew she’d have to move soon. She couldn’t lie there and feel that!
“HAHA AHAHAHA AHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAHA HHAHH HHHAAAHAHHAHA AHAH AHHHAHA AAAAAAHHAHAHHH!!!!” There were no more words. Her brain wasn’t working well enough for words. Tickling was real. The brush was real. All Polly could do was laugh and laugh and laugh.
Polly couldn’t hold her body still for another moment. Her body felt like it was being ripped apart. The bristles kept moving up and down, up and down, barely penetrating that opening. It was maddening. Slowly, she lifted her chest up off the table, taking her weight on her arms. Just like doing a push-up in gym. She would roll to her right, and try somehow to make for the door.
“Just three little numbers, Polly. I still won’t have all 9, but you’ll get a break.” Caroline hadn’t noticed the motion. She was blind to everything except the worlds whitest ass being caressed by her paintbrush. She was deaf to everything except the insane howls of her victim.
Break? This time the word got through Polly’s tickled brain. She dropped back to the table “199 HahahHAHAHAHAHahaHA ahAHAHAHAHAH 199199199199199199 HahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHhahahaHAHAHHHHAAAAAAA!!!” She shouted.
“369-199...it’s a good start,” Caroline said, dropping the brush. Again, she let Polly catch her breath. The end would be here soon she knew. Then she would be the champion.
Caroline could only smile as she watched Polly calm down. Victory was going to be sweet. Now she had her. Caroline would use the vibrator on her again, but this time she wouldn’t finish. Instead, she’d leave Dr. Andrews horny and exhausted. Then the feather would come back out. Caroline would stroke her womanhood, tickling and pleasuring her at the same time.
Polly would need another orgasm. She would need the tickling to end. She’d surrender. What choice would she have?
Polly was still ‘playing dead’. She had to let her body recover, both from the toxin and the wrenching tickling. Soon…soon.
Then Caroline inserted the vibrator again. Polly purred like a kitten. How could her body need it again so soon? But it did. She hugged the buzzing plastic with her thighs, thrust her hips onto it. Gawd it felt good! One stroke…two…three… oh oho hohoh…
Caught up in the ecstasy, Polly slammed her fist down on the steel table. And everything froze.
Caroline realized in that second that the toxin was worn off. All the little signs she’d missed rushed into her brain. She’d better…
But Polly was quicker. She kicked backward, her foot planting itself firmly in Dr. Lee’s stomach. With a woosh, the air left Caroline’s lungs and she staggered back, stunned.
Taking advantage of the moment, Polly sat up on the table, got into a crouching position and leaped at her adversary. Both women fell to the ground, a pile of arms and legs.
Polly’s hands slipped under Caroline’s shirt. Instinctively, they went straight for her underarms. Probing fingers slid just before Caroline clamped her arms down to her sides. Like before, nothing was between Polly’s fingernails and the unbelievably soft skin of her armpits. Now it was Caroline Lee’s turn to wail when those fingers started to wiggle.
“he ehehehe eheheheh no non nono nawwttt he ehehehh eheheh meeeheheheh eehe ehehe nawwwttt heheheh eeeehehehe againnhehe ehehehehehehe…..” Caroline blurted out. One of her hands ended up on Polly’s bare belly, and she plunged her fingers in, tickling the pale flesh.
Now both women were laughing. It was a battle that Polly couldn’t win. Weakened by toxin and tickling, naked as the day she was born, she didn’t have the strength or protection of clothing Caroline did. But she was going to try.
Polly leaned in and started nibbling Caroline’s neck. She remembered how much the blond had loved that in their earlier struggle. Caroline’s tickling subsided as her body tried to deal with the new sensations. She was extremely aroused from torturing Dr. Andrews, and, unlike Dr. Andrews, had not climaxed yet.
Caroline pushed Polly away, using some inner well of strength she didn’t even know she had. Everything was going wrong. So very wrong. But in the corner was the lab coat she had discarded. In the pocket, as an emergency precaution (she was a scientist after all) Dr. Lee had a pair of handcuffs. She lunged for them.
Polly though had watched her eyes and knew what she was going for. She reached out and caught Dr. Lee’s leg, pulling her up short of her goal. Thinking furiously, Polly ripped off Caroline’s shoe and started raking her nails across her sole.
Unfortunately for Caroline, because of her skirt, she was wearing nylons that day. The tickling shot through her leg and made her cry out, stronger laughter bubbling through her.
“he ehehe HEEHE EHEHEHe EH ehe EHEHE eheheh stawwwhahahahahhppppp he ehehehe eheeheheheheheh nawwowowowohehehehe ehehehe ehehehehehhe!!!” Part of Caroline wanted to crumble. The nylons made it easy for Polly’s fingers to glide over her sole at record speeds. If she got to her toes, Caroline knew, she’d be done for.
She kicked and knocked Polly’s hands away. Then she lunged for the handcuffs once more. Caroline managed to pull them out of the lab coat‘s pocket, but Polly grabbed them the next second. The game was now simple. Whoever could gain control of those cuffs and use them would win.
They each held onto the cuffs with one hand and used the other to tickle. Polly’s hand again went to Caroline’s ribs, poking into the hotspots she had found earlier. She knew those ribs! Quickly, Caroline was dissolving into sidesplitting laughter.
Caroline’s hand was on Polly’s breast. They were smaller than Caroline’s but more firm. Caroline danced her fingers over the side and underneath Polly’s left boob, then moved it over to the right.
The women dropped to their knees. They couldn’t drop the cuffs, couldn’t stop tickling. Either would have been willing to stop at this point, to retreat to safety, but neither could. As the tickling threatened to overwhelm them, both Polly and Caroline knew they couldn’t lose this. The winner would not be merciful.
Like Thomas Jefferson said about holding the tiger by the throat…You really don’t want to be grabbing the wild animal, but you also didn’t want to let go.
It was then that the robots came in. With no hesitation, they grabbed both women by the wrists, and pulled them off of each other. The handcuffs fell harmlessly to the floor. Both women struggled for a minute, not realizing what was happening, before giving in to the robots inhuman force.
Then it was over. One robot held Dr Lee by both wrists, another held Dr Andrews the same way. Two more stood motionlessly between them.
“Alright…<gasp>…alright…Multivac…” Polly called out. The tickling and the wrestling had left her as exhausted as she’d ever felt, “Alright. You…<gasp>…stopped us from hurting each other.” It was the First Law of Robotics, and Multivac had to obey it. Mulitvac might not have considered the tickling harmful, but it obviously felt differently about the wrestling.
“Yes,” Caroline as, also out of breath but not to the extent Polly was, “Let us go. We’ll just go back to our separate quarters. This…contest between us is over.” For now, the blond added silently. She still planned on her revenge.
“I’m sorry Dr. Lee, Dr. Andrews,” Mulivac said, its mechanical voice sounding more human than ever. “Nothing is over. I think you’ll find the tickling is just begun.”
Caroline and Polly could only stare at each other in uncomprehending horror.
“369...thank you,” Caroline said, trying to clear her head. It took a few minutes for her to feel like herself again. How had Polly gotten the air to shout the numbers? Maybe she had stopped tickling for a few minutes, long enough to let Polly catch a quick lungful of oxygen. Thank god she had, Caroline mused, or her own plans would have been ruined.
Caroline, having grown quite warm, stripped off her lab coat. Beneath was a lacy black blouse and very short skirt. Then she grabbed the vibrator and switched it on, “Now I’ll live up to my end of the deal.”
“Please…please,” Polly said in a soft voice. She wanted it…needed it so badly.
Dr Lee pushed the pulsating plastic toy inside Polly for the first time, sliding it in and out. Caroline felt her control of the situation return as she teased Polly’s sexuality, moving the vibrator faster and slower, rubbing it against Polly’s sexuality faster and slower. Caroline drew out Polly’s pleasure, making it last as long as she wanted it to. Then she forced Dr Andrews to climax…hard.
Caroline gave Polly a few minutes to recover from her orgasm. She cleaned the toy with a white cloth, staring at her captive. Dr. Andrews face was almost as red as her hair now, and a most relaxed smile was plastered on her face. The occasional mew of joy could still be heard from her.
As Polly felt her blood stop burning and the pounding in her chest lessen, she became more aware of what she had just done. Shame started to replace passion. She had just begged another woman to…to…she couldn’t even think it! How had she given in to such…carnal needs?
“Good morning sunshine,” Caroline kissed Polly on the lips, “Ready to continue?” Caroline’s self-confidence was back. She knew who the boss was and was ready to prove it to Polly.
Polly still looked horrified. She shook her head ‘No’ again, but had no hope that that would spare her what was coming.
Caroline grabbed hold of Polly’s shoulder and thigh. She then gently turned her over onto her stomach. Her earlier training as a nurse came in handy here! Moving such dead weight without hurting the patient required certain skills.
Polly’s fear kept rising. What was this psychotic bitch going to do now? Lying face down, Polly couldn’t even see where Caroline was about to tickle her. It was like being blindfolded!
“Now, unless you want to give me the next three numbers…no? Then I guess I should begin.” Caroline took out a paintbrush. It was stiffer than the feathers had been, but still soft. She swiped it over Polly’s bare sole, going down her arch then across her toes.
“HE HEHEH EHE HEYYY!!!! You HE EHEH EHEH You said HEHE EHE EHEH said no no HEH EHEHEHEH more feeeeeheheheheheeeeeet!” Polly cried out as the brush kissed her sole again. She couldn’t see what was touching her, but it tickled!
“I’m sorry, your right. I just got carried away,” Caroline stopped tickling. “No more feet. Let’s find a spot even more fun.” She started whisking the brush along the back of Polly’s left thigh using short quick strokes.
For Polly, This was definitely not an improvement! It definitely tickled! And more than it should have. For while Polly had usually been able to protect her feet and other private areas, growing up her legs had been the subject of many tickle attacks. She hadn’t been able to wear shorts or a swimsuit without one of her sisters or a cousin pinching or poking them. Never, had her legs been so sensitive! The giggles started gushing out of her once more.
“It seems somebody didn’t know her body would get more ticklish after her orgasm,” Caroline taunted. She started using her fingernails on the back of Polly’s right thigh, grazing her nails over the hairless skin. Caroline couldn’t help but admire Polly’s thighs. They were round and feminine, yet full and solid. They were a joy to tickle.
Suddenly, Caroline moved to the backs of Polly’s knees. She dabbed the paintbrush into that delicate are and started spinning it between her fingers. Her other hand started clawing behind Polly’s other knee. This made Polly’s laughter grow sharply.
“HEHE EHEHE EHE E EHEHEHEHEHE SOOOHOHOHO MUCHCHHEHEHE EHEHE E E EHEHE TIIHIHIHICKLLEEE EHE EHEHEEHHE SOOOOO MUCHHCH !!! GAWWWDDDDD EHEHE EHEHEHEEHEHEH STAWWWWPPP EEEHEH!!!”
As Caroline tickled away, her enjoyment growing as Polly’s laughter got louder, she couldn’t help but notice something disturbing. Dr. Andrews legs were starting to twitch slightly. Could the toxin be wearing off so soon? It was probably just involuntary movement. Polly was almost certainly too hysterical to notice. Thank goodness the toxin wore off slowly. Still, Caroline mused, she would have to break the redhead quicker than she‘d planned.
But Polly had noticed. Caroline may have studied the toxin, its chemical formula and its effects on lab animals, but she’d never tried it on herself. Dr. Lee couldn’t have known that when the toxin started to wear off, a surge or warmth flooded through your muscles. Polly’s body was becoming her own again!
And the toxin did not wear off slowly . Already, Polly could have moved her legs away from Caroline’s tickling fingers. She probably could have rolled off the table. But that would have only led to a few precious moments of relief. Polly knew she was still weak as a kitten, and if she made a move now, she’d quickly be captured again.
No, Polly had to bide her time, play possum and let Caroline tickle her until more of her strength returned.
But that was easier said than done, kind of like keeping your hand an inch over an open flame. Every nerve in Polly’s body said ‘MOVE!’ It was an effort to hold still.
It got worse. Now pressed for time, Caroline stopped tickling Polly’s knees and went for her bare bottom. She began sweeping the brush over Polly’s cheeks, while her fingers started probing into the fleshy tissue.
“HOHO HOHHOH HHOHHOHOHOHOH NAWWOWOWOWOHOHOHOHO HHOOHO GRRRRRHHOHOHOH HOHOHO CANNNN’T STAND STAND HOHOHOHOHO OOOO!!!”
The tickling was unbelievable! It ripped through Polly, shooting through every nerve in her body. That damn brush…on her…her…Gawd it tickled! Even harder than enduring the tickling was forcing her body not to move. It was nearly impossible.
Caroline fell in love with Polly’s bottom. The rest of her skin could have been described as fair, or milky, but not her butt. It was as pure white. Every scratch from Caroline’s nails, every flick of the brush left thin, pink streaks. And was it ticklish! Maybe even more than her feet! Caroline could feel her body tremble at every touch, hear her screams of hysteria. It was…pure joy.
Now it was time to make it even better.
Caroline picked up the vibrator again and turned it on. Polly’s ears practically perked up like a dog when she heard the buzzing. This time, however, Caroline didn’t use it to stroke Polly’s womanhood. Instead, she started dragging the point across the crease formed where thigh and ass met.
Polly roared like a wounded animal. It tickled worse than everything she had felt so far. The vibrations spread through her entire butt, tickling nerves on and bellow the surface. It only got worse when Caroline used the brush to attack that same crease. She screamed and bellowed, cackled and shrieked. Air was flying out of her lungs.
Somehow she had enough willpower not to move. Oh, it wasn’t perfect. Polly’s hands clenched into fists. There was so much tension in her arms that they could have been used as crowbars. But Caroline was so enraptured with her tickling that she didn’t notice such small things.
“I tell you what, Polly,’ Caroline said, still oblivious, “Give me the next three numbers of your ID, and I’ll give you another break. What do you say?” Brush stroking Polly’s left cheek, vibrator running across her right.
The old expression was ‘tickled pink’. Polly Andrews sure was. The flush that had started when Caroline had been tickling her feet now covered her entire body. Milky skinned Dr. Andrews now looked liked she’d spent too much time in the sun.
“HOH HO HOOOHOHOH HOHOHOOOO…UUUuuuUUUUHHHHHHH HOOHOHO OHOHOHHHOHOH HOHOHOHOHOO NAWWOWOWOWOWO GRRRHRHR HHOHOHOHOHO UUUHUHUHUHU!!!!” Polly didn’t even hear what Caroline had to say. Her body was on fire!
Polly was forced to moan in the middle of her laughing, ecstasy mixed with hysteria again. Caroline was back to her old trick of sliding the vibrator over Polly’s womanhood again. Her arms had lifted off the table at the first wave of pleasure. Had Dr. Lee seen, it would have been disaster. At the same time, the brush never stopped stroking.
But she didn’t. “God, I love to hear you moan,” Caroline said, consumed by her torment of Polly. She now began flicking the brush up and down Polly’s butt crack.
It should have been impossible for Polly to laugh louder. Somehow she did. Her cries became pure agony. Worse, Polly knew she’d have to move soon. She couldn’t lie there and feel that!
“HAHA AHAHAHA AHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAHA HHAHH HHHAAAHAHHAHA AHAH AHHHAHA AAAAAAHHAHAHHH!!!!” There were no more words. Her brain wasn’t working well enough for words. Tickling was real. The brush was real. All Polly could do was laugh and laugh and laugh.
Polly couldn’t hold her body still for another moment. Her body felt like it was being ripped apart. The bristles kept moving up and down, up and down, barely penetrating that opening. It was maddening. Slowly, she lifted her chest up off the table, taking her weight on her arms. Just like doing a push-up in gym. She would roll to her right, and try somehow to make for the door.
“Just three little numbers, Polly. I still won’t have all 9, but you’ll get a break.” Caroline hadn’t noticed the motion. She was blind to everything except the worlds whitest ass being caressed by her paintbrush. She was deaf to everything except the insane howls of her victim.
Break? This time the word got through Polly’s tickled brain. She dropped back to the table “199 HahahHAHAHAHAHahaHA ahAHAHAHAHAH 199199199199199199 HahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHhahahaHAHAHHHHAAAAAAA!!!” She shouted.
“369-199...it’s a good start,” Caroline said, dropping the brush. Again, she let Polly catch her breath. The end would be here soon she knew. Then she would be the champion.
Caroline could only smile as she watched Polly calm down. Victory was going to be sweet. Now she had her. Caroline would use the vibrator on her again, but this time she wouldn’t finish. Instead, she’d leave Dr. Andrews horny and exhausted. Then the feather would come back out. Caroline would stroke her womanhood, tickling and pleasuring her at the same time.
Polly would need another orgasm. She would need the tickling to end. She’d surrender. What choice would she have?
Polly was still ‘playing dead’. She had to let her body recover, both from the toxin and the wrenching tickling. Soon…soon.
Then Caroline inserted the vibrator again. Polly purred like a kitten. How could her body need it again so soon? But it did. She hugged the buzzing plastic with her thighs, thrust her hips onto it. Gawd it felt good! One stroke…two…three… oh oho hohoh…
Caught up in the ecstasy, Polly slammed her fist down on the steel table. And everything froze.
Caroline realized in that second that the toxin was worn off. All the little signs she’d missed rushed into her brain. She’d better…
But Polly was quicker. She kicked backward, her foot planting itself firmly in Dr. Lee’s stomach. With a woosh, the air left Caroline’s lungs and she staggered back, stunned.
Taking advantage of the moment, Polly sat up on the table, got into a crouching position and leaped at her adversary. Both women fell to the ground, a pile of arms and legs.
Polly’s hands slipped under Caroline’s shirt. Instinctively, they went straight for her underarms. Probing fingers slid just before Caroline clamped her arms down to her sides. Like before, nothing was between Polly’s fingernails and the unbelievably soft skin of her armpits. Now it was Caroline Lee’s turn to wail when those fingers started to wiggle.
“he ehehehe eheheheh no non nono nawwttt he ehehehh eheheh meeeheheheh eehe ehehe nawwwttt heheheh eeeehehehe againnhehe ehehehehehehe…..” Caroline blurted out. One of her hands ended up on Polly’s bare belly, and she plunged her fingers in, tickling the pale flesh.
Now both women were laughing. It was a battle that Polly couldn’t win. Weakened by toxin and tickling, naked as the day she was born, she didn’t have the strength or protection of clothing Caroline did. But she was going to try.
Polly leaned in and started nibbling Caroline’s neck. She remembered how much the blond had loved that in their earlier struggle. Caroline’s tickling subsided as her body tried to deal with the new sensations. She was extremely aroused from torturing Dr. Andrews, and, unlike Dr. Andrews, had not climaxed yet.
Caroline pushed Polly away, using some inner well of strength she didn’t even know she had. Everything was going wrong. So very wrong. But in the corner was the lab coat she had discarded. In the pocket, as an emergency precaution (she was a scientist after all) Dr. Lee had a pair of handcuffs. She lunged for them.
Polly though had watched her eyes and knew what she was going for. She reached out and caught Dr. Lee’s leg, pulling her up short of her goal. Thinking furiously, Polly ripped off Caroline’s shoe and started raking her nails across her sole.
Unfortunately for Caroline, because of her skirt, she was wearing nylons that day. The tickling shot through her leg and made her cry out, stronger laughter bubbling through her.
“he ehehe HEEHE EHEHEHe EH ehe EHEHE eheheh stawwwhahahahahhppppp he ehehehe eheeheheheheheh nawwowowowohehehehe ehehehe ehehehehehhe!!!” Part of Caroline wanted to crumble. The nylons made it easy for Polly’s fingers to glide over her sole at record speeds. If she got to her toes, Caroline knew, she’d be done for.
She kicked and knocked Polly’s hands away. Then she lunged for the handcuffs once more. Caroline managed to pull them out of the lab coat‘s pocket, but Polly grabbed them the next second. The game was now simple. Whoever could gain control of those cuffs and use them would win.
They each held onto the cuffs with one hand and used the other to tickle. Polly’s hand again went to Caroline’s ribs, poking into the hotspots she had found earlier. She knew those ribs! Quickly, Caroline was dissolving into sidesplitting laughter.
Caroline’s hand was on Polly’s breast. They were smaller than Caroline’s but more firm. Caroline danced her fingers over the side and underneath Polly’s left boob, then moved it over to the right.
The women dropped to their knees. They couldn’t drop the cuffs, couldn’t stop tickling. Either would have been willing to stop at this point, to retreat to safety, but neither could. As the tickling threatened to overwhelm them, both Polly and Caroline knew they couldn’t lose this. The winner would not be merciful.
Like Thomas Jefferson said about holding the tiger by the throat…You really don’t want to be grabbing the wild animal, but you also didn’t want to let go.
It was then that the robots came in. With no hesitation, they grabbed both women by the wrists, and pulled them off of each other. The handcuffs fell harmlessly to the floor. Both women struggled for a minute, not realizing what was happening, before giving in to the robots inhuman force.
Then it was over. One robot held Dr Lee by both wrists, another held Dr Andrews the same way. Two more stood motionlessly between them.
“Alright…<gasp>…alright…Multivac…” Polly called out. The tickling and the wrestling had left her as exhausted as she’d ever felt, “Alright. You…<gasp>…stopped us from hurting each other.” It was the First Law of Robotics, and Multivac had to obey it. Mulitvac might not have considered the tickling harmful, but it obviously felt differently about the wrestling.
“Yes,” Caroline as, also out of breath but not to the extent Polly was, “Let us go. We’ll just go back to our separate quarters. This…contest between us is over.” For now, the blond added silently. She still planned on her revenge.
“I’m sorry Dr. Lee, Dr. Andrews,” Mulivac said, its mechanical voice sounding more human than ever. “Nothing is over. I think you’ll find the tickling is just begun.”
Caroline and Polly could only stare at each other in uncomprehending horror.
