austickler92
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Hi all! Never posted anything in the story section before, but recently myself and @ThatGam3rChick have been enjoying a very intense, detailed RP and we thought it'd be good to post it as a collaborative story. It's basically word-for-word what we RPed. We'd love to hear what you think and hope you all enjoy it. So we give you...
MADDY'S HISTORY LESSON - by ThatGam3rChick & austickler92
Madison Chambers was a pretty, slender college student in her third year. She had red, bouncy curls down past her shoulders and beautiful skin like polished ivory. Her body was a near perfect hourglass figure with large, bouncy breasts. Sitting in her history class wearing a crop top, pale blue denim shorts and pink flats, Maddy tapped the eraser end of her pencil on her paper in frustration. She was waiting impatiently for this class to end, and being her last class of the day this one always dragged.
At the front of the class Professor David Knismo read through the final slide of his lecture with a growing sense of anticipation. Not your stereotypical Professor type he was tall and muscular with a thick shock of pale brown hair atop his striking head. A layer of stubble adorned his chiselled jaw. He too was eager for this final class to conclude, and only he knew what lay in store for one of his unsuspecting students.
Maddy continued to impatiently watch the clock, glancing to Professor Knismo then to the clock randomly. She had a bottle of Moscato waiting for her in her apartment and she couldn’t wait to break into it. As the clock finally ticked over to 5pm the Professor called out. “OK, everyone dismissed. Don’t forget your major assignments are all due by next Friday.” As the students rose and began to file out of the room he added “Oh, Ms Chambers, can I please see you for a moment?” He tried his best to hide a smile as his plan was set in motion.
Maddy in one quite impressive swipe had pushed all her belongings into her bag and was almost at the door when the Professor called her back. Stifling a groan she turned and slowly walked down to his desk. “Yes, sir?” she asked. She was unsure what she was in trouble for, although she guessed it could have been for something stupid she’d done, mostly likely while drunk. Surprisingly though, this was not the case.
“I wanted to speak with you about the latest paper you handed in,” the Professor began. “The one concerning ancient China and the historical use of torture by their armies. You focused particularly on the use of tickling as a form of torture I believe?” The Professor had had an eye on Maddy for the whole semester, but this particular paper of hers really made her stand out from the other students. Maddy nodded. “Yes, sir? Everything was factual, I included a sheet with all my references as well as dates.” She crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently.
“Well I’m afraid some of your references didn’t quite check out, there were one or two from now discredited publications. Normally this would mean I’d have to fail you, but I really don’t like doing that. Instead I’m going to give you a chance to resubmit your paper, and I have some references I can provide to you that you can use.”
Maddy groaned inwardly but smiled at the Professor. “Thank you, Professor Knismo. I really appreciate it. I’m sorry to put you to the extra trouble. I’ll get to work right away and turn it in tomorrow morning. Could I get the references please?”
Again the Professor only just managed to conceal a smile. “Oh I’m afraid I wasn’t able to bring them with me to class today amongst my other papers and assignments, I’m sorry. Tell you what, I live in the small cottage on the west side of campus and I have my office and library all set up there. Why don’t you pop by this evening in an hour or two and I can give them to you then?”
“Oh…um…ok, sure,” Maddy stuttered, annoyed by the imposition on her evening but unwilling to say anything that could damage her chances of a good grade. “Thanks again, Professor.” Slinging her backpack over her shoulder she jogged out of the classroom and headed for home.
***
Two hours later Maddy pulled up at the Professor’s cottage, rubbing her eyes groggily. She needed to get this paper done before class tomorrow; she could rest once it was done. She had planned to see her boyfriend after class and she hadn’t changed out of the lacy pink underwear she had planned to surprise him with. Gathering her things she parked her car, walked up the path and gave the door three rapid taps. After a few moments the door swung open and Professor Knismo greeted her with a grin. The cottage appeared cosy as a living space, but just off to the side could be seen a large space with masses of books and a large office desk. “Ms Chambers, good to see you again. Please do come in,” he greeted warmly.
Maddy smiled, walking into the room and feeling a chill down her back. “Kind of cold in here?” she commented, feeling a bit nervous alone like this. But this was her teacher, one of the few she respected. “Ok, so where are these books?”
“Oh yes, sorry, the boiler has been acting up I’m afraid,” the Professor replied. “It heats up the boiler room itself but beyond that… Anyway please step through to the library.” He ushered Maddy through towards the many, many books in his collection. “I must say, apart from the reference issues, your essay on ancient Chinese tickle torture really was excellent. An unusual topic to select I thought…”
“I found it interesting,” said Maddy, “but I couldn’t imagine the agony the victims felt. Especially if they were ticklish, which most were specifically picked out for.” She followed him through the house fairly quietly. “What did you find most interesting, Professor?”
“I thought it was very interesting that you seemed to have enormous sympathy for the victims. You spoke of the anguish they must have gone through and highlighted how cruel a punishment it was, even through they would have experienced no pain and no lasting effects.”
Maddy scoffed. “It doesn’t have to be painful to be torture.” She almost mumbled, “Those poor people suffered, believe me!”
Having entered the library, the Professor glanced around at the many bookcases before them. “Now there are two books here that would be great references for you, it’s just a matter of finding them. Would you please search that bookcase in the far corner? You’re looking for a book entitled ‘Military tactics of the Ming dynasty’. There are some excellent historical accounts of tickle torture in there. I’ll see if I can find the other one”.
Maddy nodded and moved over to the bookcase the Professor had indicated. Starting at the nearest book she worked her way down slowly reading each title. To her embarrassment, many of the books seemed to be about bondage techniques, orgasm torture, and an enormous collection about tickle torture. Feeling more and more uncomfortable the more she read, Maddy found herself wanting to leave immediately, and damn her paper. This Professor was a crazy pervert! She turned for the door, not even considering grabbing her coat and purse. Unbeknownst to Maddy the Professor had crept silently up behind her and as she turned to flee she fell right into his powerful arms. Before she even had the chance to shriek in surprise he quickly clamped a chloroformed rag up over her mouth and nose. She struggled in vain as fear and then darkness overtook her. In moments she was unconscious in her teacher’s arms.
The Professor swept up the voluptuous redhead as though she were as light as one of his many feathers and carried her through a concealed door, down a flight of stairs to the boiler room below the house. There he carefully bound her fully clothed to an adjustable x-frame in the centre of the room so she had absolutely no means of escape. Satisfied with his work he left the boiler room, planning to return shortly once his innocent victim regained consciousness.
***
Maddy awoke with a gasp, whimpering and terrified as she could hardly see anything. She went to rub her eyes and realised in terror that she couldn’t move. “Oh…oh my god,” she spluttered. “Someone…anyone…help me!!!” She struggled feebly at the restraints, yanking as hard as she could but to no avail. Soon after, the door to the boiler room opened and closed and the Professor slowly made his way down the stairs and stood at the bottom, eyeing his bound and helpless student up and down. “I see you’re awake Maddy, how are you feeling?”
Maddy panted, glaring at her teacher. “You fucking creep! You pervert! As soon as I saw the SMUT in your book collection I knew I was in trouble!” She grunted in frustration as she tried in vain to pull herself free. “When I get out of here you’ll lose your damn career, I’ll make sure of it!”
“Oh sweet girl,” the Professor replied as he slowly began to make his way towards her. “What makes you think you’re getting out of here?” Her face drained of all colour as that quote sunk in. She shuddered as he got closer and closer to her, her whimpers turning into sobs. “They’ll come looking for me,” she threatened. “Someone will hear me scream.”
“Oh I’m afraid not,” he sneered. “This room is completely soundproof and the entrance is hidden behind one of my bookcases, requiring a secret combination to open. Besides, who even knows you’re here?”
Maddy’s eyes widened with even more fear. “So…what are you going to do to me?”
“All in good time, my dear. You know, I’ve been watching you all through this semester. It been impossible not to notice you really, with the tank tops, tight shorts, no bra and flip flops you regularly wear to class. And the way you dangle your flats from your toes… You can’t seriously think that men don’t notice you, I’m sure that’s really what you want.”
“Fuck you.” Her insult was barely audible, Maddy was completely terrified. She couldn’t move at all, and now this perv had her where he could do whatever he wanted. Surprisingly, the fear made her nipples harden to her dismay and she hoped he wouldn’t notice.
“And when you wrote that wonderful essay about tickle torture I knew you were just the student I’d been looking for.” He grinned another evil grin. “I’m sorry to say that there really was nothing wrong with your references, that was all just a ruse to bring you here. A very successful ruse if I do say so myself.”
Maddy said nothing, at first. All the books in his collection on tickle torture…no…no he couldn’t! Maddy yanked at her restraints, trying desperately to break free as it truly dawned on her what she was in for. “Don’t tickle me, please! I can’t stand it!” The horror of the different techniques she’d learned about flashed through her mind, making her even more terrified.
“I told you how I found your sympathy with the victims to be so interesting,” the Professor continued. “I took that to be a pretty clear indication that you are a very ticklish young lady.” He was now standing so close to her that he could feel her terrified heavy breathing on his face.
Maddy whimpered again, closing her eyes. “Please, I don’t want this. If you let me go I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again! Hell, I’ll transfer schools and won’t tell anybody about this. Just please…”
“Oh Maddy, after all the trouble I’ve gone to brining you here, why would I just let you go?” The grin on his face was so wide with pleasure and anticipation that it almost hurt. “Now, shall we begin?”
“NO!” She tried to move again, letting out an angry scream when she couldn’t budge yet again.
“This is what we’re going to do,” he began. “I’m going to tickle you in one part of your body. You can make it stop at any time by saying the word ‘uncle’. But when you say this word, one item of clothing will be removed and I will begin tickling you in that area instead, and then the same rules apply.” With that he reached up and began slowly wiggling both his index fingers in Maddy’s smooth, exposed underarms.
The sensations were more intense than Maddy thought they were going to be. At first intending to hold her breath and keep herself from laughing, she found herself almost instantly hissing a giggle though clenched teeth, trying to twist away but letting out a giggle/squeak as she could only move her head back and forth. “Pl..plehehehease! Sstop! I…UNCLE!”
The Professor instantly stopped and looked at Maddy with a raised evil eyebrow. “My my, that was ridiculously quick! I barely even touched you. I thought you’d last a bit longer than that; you really must be insanely ticklish! But you knew the rules, that’s one item of clothing lost.” He produced a pair of scissors from his back pocket and gently cut away Maddy’s tank top, leaving her upper body covered only by her pink lace bra. Maddy instantly regretted wearing the underwear. She didn’t want to egg him on. Begging was useless, so she tried to suck in as much breath as she could, readying herself for the next round.
With so much more of his beautiful victim now hopelessly exposed, Professor Knismo began spidering all ten fingers up and down Maddy’s vulnerable sides over and over. She managed to hold in her laughter this time, shaking in her restraints, biting her lip and closing her eyes, trying to focus on anything but the maddening sensations that wracked her body. Of course, she didn’t last long, and soon she was laughing even harder than when he was torturing her underarms. After taking a full 10 minutes of this, she finally screamed out “UNCLE!”
Quick as a flash the Professor had scissors in hand and cut away Maddy’s tight-fitting denim shorts, although there really wasn’t much to cut away. He took a moment to survey her body again, now wearing only her lace bra and panties, and her pink flats. “Such a beautiful young girl!” he exclaimed. Maddy panted, she was completely exhausted. Then suddenly something occurred to her, and it sent a chill down her spine. “What happens when there’s no clothing left?” she asked, meekly. Knismo grinned another evil grin. “Why, then you don’t get to say uncle anymore and I can tickle you for as long as I want.” He flexed his fingers before her wide and fearful eyes, which she immediately closed in terror.
How long would she have to suffer this? He couldn’t tickle her forever, could he? Sweat already accumulated along her brow and glistened on her ivory skin. She quietly awaited the next wave, preparing herself yet again, determined as ever to keep her composure for as long as possible. The Professor began dancing his fingers over Maddy’s now fully exposed thighs, gliding them over the tender skin like ice skates sliding across a frozen lake. Every laugh, giggle and howl from the helpless student was like music to his ears.
If Madison Chambers thought the previous spots were bad, this was much, much worse. Instead of giggles and laughter, she let out screams and shrieks, trying desperately to close her legs or to form begging words. But none came: just laughter. After only a minute, with tears streaming down her cheeks she managed to shout “Un..unchAHHhahaha, UNCLE!”
At this latest use of her safe word the Professor gently slid his hands behind Maddy’s back, pressing his body against hers as he did so, and undid the clasp of her pink lace bra. With two quick snips of the scissors the straps were cut and the garment feel to the floor, exposing her large, flawless breasts. Maddy blushed as her breasts flopped out and, to her astonishment, her nipples were now as hard as rocks, and her pussy was wet. Was she enjoying this? She dreaded to think what would happen now that her breasts were exposed. The hardness of her bright red nipples hadn’t escaped the Professor’s notice as he tried not to drool at such an arousing sight. “Maddy, don’t tell me you’re enjoying this?” he teased, evilly.
“No I am not, you sick motherfucker!” she barked. But even as she spoke she felt her nipples and pussy throb and ache like she’d never felt before.
He grinned at her protestations. “You say that, sweetie, but your body betrays you and tells me a very different story.” The damp patch on her pink panties was glaringly obvious. “Go fuck yourself!” she spat back. She longed to cover her body from his prying, evil eyes.
Professor Knismo tutted mockingly. “Well if that’s your attitude…” He raised his hands and began dragging his fingers over her heaving breasts, starting at the edges and slowly moving in circular motions inwards towards her nipples, which by now were almost hard enough to cut through glass.
Maddy’s eyes widened just before she out let out a desperate scream that no one would have recognised as crazed laughter. She hadn’t known her breasts were this ticklish, and knowing now she panicked trying to get loose. She couldn’t say uncle, she couldn’t. She would simply have to endure this hell. The Professor could see how much the crazed laughter affected poor Maddy, and it was obvious how hard she was trying to avoid that dreaded safe word. His skilled fingers continued their motion closer and closer until finally they brushed over her hard, sensitive, fully erect nipples.
“NoAhahahahahahahaha Stop! I give up! Please STOP!” Maddy yanked so hard the frame underneath her creaked with effort, she shook her head violently as her pussy became instantly wetter at the mere touch of her nipples. Not only did it tickle more than anything she had already endured, it filled her with a sexual pleasure she’d never felt before…and it made her angry. She kept cursing at the Professor, trying to hide the fact that she was getting so turned on by all of this.
“You know how to make this stop,” he cooed as he expertly probed and stimulated her intimate area. “All you have to do is say that word. That one harmless little word. Go on, Maddy, say it for me…” Maddy tried to keep her composure, but her needs betrayed her. Lowering her head she simply and quietly said, “Uncle.”
Almost before she even realised it was happening, the Professor had snipped away her thin panties, leaving her bound totally naked but for her shoes. As little droplets fell from her nude, shaved pussy to the floor below he looked her straight in the eye and said, “And you really expect me to believe you’re not enjoying this?”
She closed her eyes, awaiting her fate. There was no point even trying to hide it now. He began brushing his fingers against her moist pussy lips, every so often digging into the fleshy area where her thighs met her pelvic bone. The Professor was just as turned on as Maddy was right now, his cock rock hard as he tormented his helpless victim. Maddy exploded into hysterics, laughing and moaning at random, making her ribs hurt. All the while, the attention her pussy was getting made her wetter than anything she’d ever had done to her. Suddenly she didn’t care about being tickled, as long as she felt like this he could do whatever he wanted. She then began focusing purely on the pleasure, slowly rising to an earth-shattering climax that left her exhausted.
The Professor watched his sexy victim’s body tremble in absolute pleasure as his strokes brought her to orgasm. Her moans and shrieks of pleasure almost deafened him but it was worth it. As she hung limp on the x-frame, panting in post-orgasmic bliss, he leant in and whispered in her ear, “Did I say you were allowed to cum?”
Maddy looked at him, threw her head back and let out an exhausted sigh. “Let me down please…I’m wrecked!”
“Oh no, no, no, that’s not how this works,” he replied. “Since you came without permission I’m afraid that has the same effect as saying uncle.” He reached a hand down and began to rotate the x-frame backwards so eventually her head pointed towards the floor and her feet were raised at about a 45-degree angle. “Now then, let’s get these shoes off…”
Maddy’s hopelessness hit her like a brick. She had nothing left, not witty reply, no sassy retort, covered in sweat and exhausted all she could do was let out a series of sobs. “No…no, no, no. Please no more. I don’t have any energy left.” Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, but even then as she felt her shoes lift off her feet her cries hastened and she tried to curl her toes instinctively.
Professor Knismo took a second to soak in the beauty of Maddy’s feet. They were slender size sevens with high arches, perfectly formed toes and exquisitely painted red toenails. Their softness was apparent even to the naked eye and it was obvious that Maddy took great care of her feet with regular pedicures. He nearly shot his load right there just looking at them. “This is going to be so much fun!” he teased as he took her two big toes between thumb and forefingers on both hands. “These little piggies went to market…”
As soon as her toes were touched Maddy tensed up, trying not to give away how horribly ticklish her feet were, especially her toes. Her boyfriend would playfully tickle her feet often, but never while bound and not for more than five or ten minutes. The Professor moved onto her second toes on both feet, “These little piggies stayed home,” her third toes, “These little piggies had roast beef,” and her fourth toes, “And these little piggies had none.” He paused on the fourth toes and gave them a little wriggle, keen to build up the red head’s anticipation and dread of what was about to happen. Maddy’s breath caught in her throat as she waited wordlessly for him to continue.
Taking her two pinkie toes in hand he said, “And these little piggies went…” He paused again for a moment longer before launching into his attack, raking all his fingers over her helpless soles at something approaching warp speed. No inch of her delectable soles were safe from his dancing digits. Maddy screamed, thrashing in her restraints and gasping for air as tears streamed from her eyes. “Nooo, plehehehehehehease…stahahahp!” Her voice was so weak from screaming it was barely more than a whisper.
The Professor spent some time focusing just on the balls of her feet, raking his fingertips from the edges, into the centre and back again as his prisoner begged for freedom. Changing tact, he scribbled his fingers up and down her sensitive high arches, expertly hitting his targets despite Maddy’s crazed thrashing and wriggling.
Maddy could no longer think, her mind was elsewhere as she was lost in her own laughter. She was aware of the turmoil happening to her feet but it felt more like a dream than reality. Slowly she felt exhaustion grip her and pull her into blackness. The Professor eyed her unconscious body with unmistakable lust. He couldn’t have imagined that she would have been as ticklish as she truly was. Returning the x-frame to a horizontal position he exited the boiler room, ready to return later for round two of Maddy’s tickle hell.
MADDY'S HISTORY LESSON - by ThatGam3rChick & austickler92
Madison Chambers was a pretty, slender college student in her third year. She had red, bouncy curls down past her shoulders and beautiful skin like polished ivory. Her body was a near perfect hourglass figure with large, bouncy breasts. Sitting in her history class wearing a crop top, pale blue denim shorts and pink flats, Maddy tapped the eraser end of her pencil on her paper in frustration. She was waiting impatiently for this class to end, and being her last class of the day this one always dragged.
At the front of the class Professor David Knismo read through the final slide of his lecture with a growing sense of anticipation. Not your stereotypical Professor type he was tall and muscular with a thick shock of pale brown hair atop his striking head. A layer of stubble adorned his chiselled jaw. He too was eager for this final class to conclude, and only he knew what lay in store for one of his unsuspecting students.
Maddy continued to impatiently watch the clock, glancing to Professor Knismo then to the clock randomly. She had a bottle of Moscato waiting for her in her apartment and she couldn’t wait to break into it. As the clock finally ticked over to 5pm the Professor called out. “OK, everyone dismissed. Don’t forget your major assignments are all due by next Friday.” As the students rose and began to file out of the room he added “Oh, Ms Chambers, can I please see you for a moment?” He tried his best to hide a smile as his plan was set in motion.
Maddy in one quite impressive swipe had pushed all her belongings into her bag and was almost at the door when the Professor called her back. Stifling a groan she turned and slowly walked down to his desk. “Yes, sir?” she asked. She was unsure what she was in trouble for, although she guessed it could have been for something stupid she’d done, mostly likely while drunk. Surprisingly though, this was not the case.
“I wanted to speak with you about the latest paper you handed in,” the Professor began. “The one concerning ancient China and the historical use of torture by their armies. You focused particularly on the use of tickling as a form of torture I believe?” The Professor had had an eye on Maddy for the whole semester, but this particular paper of hers really made her stand out from the other students. Maddy nodded. “Yes, sir? Everything was factual, I included a sheet with all my references as well as dates.” She crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently.
“Well I’m afraid some of your references didn’t quite check out, there were one or two from now discredited publications. Normally this would mean I’d have to fail you, but I really don’t like doing that. Instead I’m going to give you a chance to resubmit your paper, and I have some references I can provide to you that you can use.”
Maddy groaned inwardly but smiled at the Professor. “Thank you, Professor Knismo. I really appreciate it. I’m sorry to put you to the extra trouble. I’ll get to work right away and turn it in tomorrow morning. Could I get the references please?”
Again the Professor only just managed to conceal a smile. “Oh I’m afraid I wasn’t able to bring them with me to class today amongst my other papers and assignments, I’m sorry. Tell you what, I live in the small cottage on the west side of campus and I have my office and library all set up there. Why don’t you pop by this evening in an hour or two and I can give them to you then?”
“Oh…um…ok, sure,” Maddy stuttered, annoyed by the imposition on her evening but unwilling to say anything that could damage her chances of a good grade. “Thanks again, Professor.” Slinging her backpack over her shoulder she jogged out of the classroom and headed for home.
***
Two hours later Maddy pulled up at the Professor’s cottage, rubbing her eyes groggily. She needed to get this paper done before class tomorrow; she could rest once it was done. She had planned to see her boyfriend after class and she hadn’t changed out of the lacy pink underwear she had planned to surprise him with. Gathering her things she parked her car, walked up the path and gave the door three rapid taps. After a few moments the door swung open and Professor Knismo greeted her with a grin. The cottage appeared cosy as a living space, but just off to the side could be seen a large space with masses of books and a large office desk. “Ms Chambers, good to see you again. Please do come in,” he greeted warmly.
Maddy smiled, walking into the room and feeling a chill down her back. “Kind of cold in here?” she commented, feeling a bit nervous alone like this. But this was her teacher, one of the few she respected. “Ok, so where are these books?”
“Oh yes, sorry, the boiler has been acting up I’m afraid,” the Professor replied. “It heats up the boiler room itself but beyond that… Anyway please step through to the library.” He ushered Maddy through towards the many, many books in his collection. “I must say, apart from the reference issues, your essay on ancient Chinese tickle torture really was excellent. An unusual topic to select I thought…”
“I found it interesting,” said Maddy, “but I couldn’t imagine the agony the victims felt. Especially if they were ticklish, which most were specifically picked out for.” She followed him through the house fairly quietly. “What did you find most interesting, Professor?”
“I thought it was very interesting that you seemed to have enormous sympathy for the victims. You spoke of the anguish they must have gone through and highlighted how cruel a punishment it was, even through they would have experienced no pain and no lasting effects.”
Maddy scoffed. “It doesn’t have to be painful to be torture.” She almost mumbled, “Those poor people suffered, believe me!”
Having entered the library, the Professor glanced around at the many bookcases before them. “Now there are two books here that would be great references for you, it’s just a matter of finding them. Would you please search that bookcase in the far corner? You’re looking for a book entitled ‘Military tactics of the Ming dynasty’. There are some excellent historical accounts of tickle torture in there. I’ll see if I can find the other one”.
Maddy nodded and moved over to the bookcase the Professor had indicated. Starting at the nearest book she worked her way down slowly reading each title. To her embarrassment, many of the books seemed to be about bondage techniques, orgasm torture, and an enormous collection about tickle torture. Feeling more and more uncomfortable the more she read, Maddy found herself wanting to leave immediately, and damn her paper. This Professor was a crazy pervert! She turned for the door, not even considering grabbing her coat and purse. Unbeknownst to Maddy the Professor had crept silently up behind her and as she turned to flee she fell right into his powerful arms. Before she even had the chance to shriek in surprise he quickly clamped a chloroformed rag up over her mouth and nose. She struggled in vain as fear and then darkness overtook her. In moments she was unconscious in her teacher’s arms.
The Professor swept up the voluptuous redhead as though she were as light as one of his many feathers and carried her through a concealed door, down a flight of stairs to the boiler room below the house. There he carefully bound her fully clothed to an adjustable x-frame in the centre of the room so she had absolutely no means of escape. Satisfied with his work he left the boiler room, planning to return shortly once his innocent victim regained consciousness.
***
Maddy awoke with a gasp, whimpering and terrified as she could hardly see anything. She went to rub her eyes and realised in terror that she couldn’t move. “Oh…oh my god,” she spluttered. “Someone…anyone…help me!!!” She struggled feebly at the restraints, yanking as hard as she could but to no avail. Soon after, the door to the boiler room opened and closed and the Professor slowly made his way down the stairs and stood at the bottom, eyeing his bound and helpless student up and down. “I see you’re awake Maddy, how are you feeling?”
Maddy panted, glaring at her teacher. “You fucking creep! You pervert! As soon as I saw the SMUT in your book collection I knew I was in trouble!” She grunted in frustration as she tried in vain to pull herself free. “When I get out of here you’ll lose your damn career, I’ll make sure of it!”
“Oh sweet girl,” the Professor replied as he slowly began to make his way towards her. “What makes you think you’re getting out of here?” Her face drained of all colour as that quote sunk in. She shuddered as he got closer and closer to her, her whimpers turning into sobs. “They’ll come looking for me,” she threatened. “Someone will hear me scream.”
“Oh I’m afraid not,” he sneered. “This room is completely soundproof and the entrance is hidden behind one of my bookcases, requiring a secret combination to open. Besides, who even knows you’re here?”
Maddy’s eyes widened with even more fear. “So…what are you going to do to me?”
“All in good time, my dear. You know, I’ve been watching you all through this semester. It been impossible not to notice you really, with the tank tops, tight shorts, no bra and flip flops you regularly wear to class. And the way you dangle your flats from your toes… You can’t seriously think that men don’t notice you, I’m sure that’s really what you want.”
“Fuck you.” Her insult was barely audible, Maddy was completely terrified. She couldn’t move at all, and now this perv had her where he could do whatever he wanted. Surprisingly, the fear made her nipples harden to her dismay and she hoped he wouldn’t notice.
“And when you wrote that wonderful essay about tickle torture I knew you were just the student I’d been looking for.” He grinned another evil grin. “I’m sorry to say that there really was nothing wrong with your references, that was all just a ruse to bring you here. A very successful ruse if I do say so myself.”
Maddy said nothing, at first. All the books in his collection on tickle torture…no…no he couldn’t! Maddy yanked at her restraints, trying desperately to break free as it truly dawned on her what she was in for. “Don’t tickle me, please! I can’t stand it!” The horror of the different techniques she’d learned about flashed through her mind, making her even more terrified.
“I told you how I found your sympathy with the victims to be so interesting,” the Professor continued. “I took that to be a pretty clear indication that you are a very ticklish young lady.” He was now standing so close to her that he could feel her terrified heavy breathing on his face.
Maddy whimpered again, closing her eyes. “Please, I don’t want this. If you let me go I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again! Hell, I’ll transfer schools and won’t tell anybody about this. Just please…”
“Oh Maddy, after all the trouble I’ve gone to brining you here, why would I just let you go?” The grin on his face was so wide with pleasure and anticipation that it almost hurt. “Now, shall we begin?”
“NO!” She tried to move again, letting out an angry scream when she couldn’t budge yet again.
“This is what we’re going to do,” he began. “I’m going to tickle you in one part of your body. You can make it stop at any time by saying the word ‘uncle’. But when you say this word, one item of clothing will be removed and I will begin tickling you in that area instead, and then the same rules apply.” With that he reached up and began slowly wiggling both his index fingers in Maddy’s smooth, exposed underarms.
The sensations were more intense than Maddy thought they were going to be. At first intending to hold her breath and keep herself from laughing, she found herself almost instantly hissing a giggle though clenched teeth, trying to twist away but letting out a giggle/squeak as she could only move her head back and forth. “Pl..plehehehease! Sstop! I…UNCLE!”
The Professor instantly stopped and looked at Maddy with a raised evil eyebrow. “My my, that was ridiculously quick! I barely even touched you. I thought you’d last a bit longer than that; you really must be insanely ticklish! But you knew the rules, that’s one item of clothing lost.” He produced a pair of scissors from his back pocket and gently cut away Maddy’s tank top, leaving her upper body covered only by her pink lace bra. Maddy instantly regretted wearing the underwear. She didn’t want to egg him on. Begging was useless, so she tried to suck in as much breath as she could, readying herself for the next round.
With so much more of his beautiful victim now hopelessly exposed, Professor Knismo began spidering all ten fingers up and down Maddy’s vulnerable sides over and over. She managed to hold in her laughter this time, shaking in her restraints, biting her lip and closing her eyes, trying to focus on anything but the maddening sensations that wracked her body. Of course, she didn’t last long, and soon she was laughing even harder than when he was torturing her underarms. After taking a full 10 minutes of this, she finally screamed out “UNCLE!”
Quick as a flash the Professor had scissors in hand and cut away Maddy’s tight-fitting denim shorts, although there really wasn’t much to cut away. He took a moment to survey her body again, now wearing only her lace bra and panties, and her pink flats. “Such a beautiful young girl!” he exclaimed. Maddy panted, she was completely exhausted. Then suddenly something occurred to her, and it sent a chill down her spine. “What happens when there’s no clothing left?” she asked, meekly. Knismo grinned another evil grin. “Why, then you don’t get to say uncle anymore and I can tickle you for as long as I want.” He flexed his fingers before her wide and fearful eyes, which she immediately closed in terror.
How long would she have to suffer this? He couldn’t tickle her forever, could he? Sweat already accumulated along her brow and glistened on her ivory skin. She quietly awaited the next wave, preparing herself yet again, determined as ever to keep her composure for as long as possible. The Professor began dancing his fingers over Maddy’s now fully exposed thighs, gliding them over the tender skin like ice skates sliding across a frozen lake. Every laugh, giggle and howl from the helpless student was like music to his ears.
If Madison Chambers thought the previous spots were bad, this was much, much worse. Instead of giggles and laughter, she let out screams and shrieks, trying desperately to close her legs or to form begging words. But none came: just laughter. After only a minute, with tears streaming down her cheeks she managed to shout “Un..unchAHHhahaha, UNCLE!”
At this latest use of her safe word the Professor gently slid his hands behind Maddy’s back, pressing his body against hers as he did so, and undid the clasp of her pink lace bra. With two quick snips of the scissors the straps were cut and the garment feel to the floor, exposing her large, flawless breasts. Maddy blushed as her breasts flopped out and, to her astonishment, her nipples were now as hard as rocks, and her pussy was wet. Was she enjoying this? She dreaded to think what would happen now that her breasts were exposed. The hardness of her bright red nipples hadn’t escaped the Professor’s notice as he tried not to drool at such an arousing sight. “Maddy, don’t tell me you’re enjoying this?” he teased, evilly.
“No I am not, you sick motherfucker!” she barked. But even as she spoke she felt her nipples and pussy throb and ache like she’d never felt before.
He grinned at her protestations. “You say that, sweetie, but your body betrays you and tells me a very different story.” The damp patch on her pink panties was glaringly obvious. “Go fuck yourself!” she spat back. She longed to cover her body from his prying, evil eyes.
Professor Knismo tutted mockingly. “Well if that’s your attitude…” He raised his hands and began dragging his fingers over her heaving breasts, starting at the edges and slowly moving in circular motions inwards towards her nipples, which by now were almost hard enough to cut through glass.
Maddy’s eyes widened just before she out let out a desperate scream that no one would have recognised as crazed laughter. She hadn’t known her breasts were this ticklish, and knowing now she panicked trying to get loose. She couldn’t say uncle, she couldn’t. She would simply have to endure this hell. The Professor could see how much the crazed laughter affected poor Maddy, and it was obvious how hard she was trying to avoid that dreaded safe word. His skilled fingers continued their motion closer and closer until finally they brushed over her hard, sensitive, fully erect nipples.
“NoAhahahahahahahaha Stop! I give up! Please STOP!” Maddy yanked so hard the frame underneath her creaked with effort, she shook her head violently as her pussy became instantly wetter at the mere touch of her nipples. Not only did it tickle more than anything she had already endured, it filled her with a sexual pleasure she’d never felt before…and it made her angry. She kept cursing at the Professor, trying to hide the fact that she was getting so turned on by all of this.
“You know how to make this stop,” he cooed as he expertly probed and stimulated her intimate area. “All you have to do is say that word. That one harmless little word. Go on, Maddy, say it for me…” Maddy tried to keep her composure, but her needs betrayed her. Lowering her head she simply and quietly said, “Uncle.”
Almost before she even realised it was happening, the Professor had snipped away her thin panties, leaving her bound totally naked but for her shoes. As little droplets fell from her nude, shaved pussy to the floor below he looked her straight in the eye and said, “And you really expect me to believe you’re not enjoying this?”
She closed her eyes, awaiting her fate. There was no point even trying to hide it now. He began brushing his fingers against her moist pussy lips, every so often digging into the fleshy area where her thighs met her pelvic bone. The Professor was just as turned on as Maddy was right now, his cock rock hard as he tormented his helpless victim. Maddy exploded into hysterics, laughing and moaning at random, making her ribs hurt. All the while, the attention her pussy was getting made her wetter than anything she’d ever had done to her. Suddenly she didn’t care about being tickled, as long as she felt like this he could do whatever he wanted. She then began focusing purely on the pleasure, slowly rising to an earth-shattering climax that left her exhausted.
The Professor watched his sexy victim’s body tremble in absolute pleasure as his strokes brought her to orgasm. Her moans and shrieks of pleasure almost deafened him but it was worth it. As she hung limp on the x-frame, panting in post-orgasmic bliss, he leant in and whispered in her ear, “Did I say you were allowed to cum?”
Maddy looked at him, threw her head back and let out an exhausted sigh. “Let me down please…I’m wrecked!”
“Oh no, no, no, that’s not how this works,” he replied. “Since you came without permission I’m afraid that has the same effect as saying uncle.” He reached a hand down and began to rotate the x-frame backwards so eventually her head pointed towards the floor and her feet were raised at about a 45-degree angle. “Now then, let’s get these shoes off…”
Maddy’s hopelessness hit her like a brick. She had nothing left, not witty reply, no sassy retort, covered in sweat and exhausted all she could do was let out a series of sobs. “No…no, no, no. Please no more. I don’t have any energy left.” Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, but even then as she felt her shoes lift off her feet her cries hastened and she tried to curl her toes instinctively.
Professor Knismo took a second to soak in the beauty of Maddy’s feet. They were slender size sevens with high arches, perfectly formed toes and exquisitely painted red toenails. Their softness was apparent even to the naked eye and it was obvious that Maddy took great care of her feet with regular pedicures. He nearly shot his load right there just looking at them. “This is going to be so much fun!” he teased as he took her two big toes between thumb and forefingers on both hands. “These little piggies went to market…”
As soon as her toes were touched Maddy tensed up, trying not to give away how horribly ticklish her feet were, especially her toes. Her boyfriend would playfully tickle her feet often, but never while bound and not for more than five or ten minutes. The Professor moved onto her second toes on both feet, “These little piggies stayed home,” her third toes, “These little piggies had roast beef,” and her fourth toes, “And these little piggies had none.” He paused on the fourth toes and gave them a little wriggle, keen to build up the red head’s anticipation and dread of what was about to happen. Maddy’s breath caught in her throat as she waited wordlessly for him to continue.
Taking her two pinkie toes in hand he said, “And these little piggies went…” He paused again for a moment longer before launching into his attack, raking all his fingers over her helpless soles at something approaching warp speed. No inch of her delectable soles were safe from his dancing digits. Maddy screamed, thrashing in her restraints and gasping for air as tears streamed from her eyes. “Nooo, plehehehehehehease…stahahahp!” Her voice was so weak from screaming it was barely more than a whisper.
The Professor spent some time focusing just on the balls of her feet, raking his fingertips from the edges, into the centre and back again as his prisoner begged for freedom. Changing tact, he scribbled his fingers up and down her sensitive high arches, expertly hitting his targets despite Maddy’s crazed thrashing and wriggling.
Maddy could no longer think, her mind was elsewhere as she was lost in her own laughter. She was aware of the turmoil happening to her feet but it felt more like a dream than reality. Slowly she felt exhaustion grip her and pull her into blackness. The Professor eyed her unconscious body with unmistakable lust. He couldn’t have imagined that she would have been as ticklish as she truly was. Returning the x-frame to a horizontal position he exited the boiler room, ready to return later for round two of Maddy’s tickle hell.
