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I originally posted this as a comment on mine and ThatGam3rChick's first story 'Maddy's History Class Part 1' and I think because it wasn't a new post it may have got missed. So here you have the conclusion to Maddy's ticklish ordeal at the hands of her evil history professor. Hope you all enjoy!
Part 1: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?319840-Maddy-s-History-Class-M-F-sexual
Maddy awoke about two hours later, stiff and sore, her body still locked inside the x-frame. She let out a quiet sob; what the hell was this bastard trying to do, kill her? She twisted every which way trying to get loose. Sweat had accumulated in one of the cuffs, and with an almighty tug she was able to slip her wrist out. With a quick, excited gasp she worked swiftly in undoing all her straps and the cuffs around her feet. Having no plan, she raced up the stairs to the door and was surprised when she was able to gently prize it open. She looked around but could not see her crazy Professor anywhere, and decided to make a break for it. Still naked, she raced to the front door, gave it a yank and…it didn’t budge. Maddy stared, horrified. “No…” she gasped, trying again to yank open the door.
Unbeknownst to Maddy, while she had slept the Professor had slightly loosened one of the cuffs specifically to allow her to escape. He’d deliberately left the door to the boiler room unlocked, keen to give her the false notion that she could escape. Little did she realise that the cottage itself was fitted with the best possible locks so there was no way she could truly escape. This was all part of the next stage of his plan.
Maddy fumbled with the door, twisted the knob, unlocked and removed the deadbolt but still the door wouldn’t budge. She cursed, slamming her fist repeatedly on the oak finish then looked around; perhaps there was another way out? She made her way around the house looking for a door, a window, anything big enough for her to climb through, but it seemed the good old Professor had predicted every move. Maddy, terrified and unsure of what to do next, made her way back to the dungeon, deciding to hide instead. It wasn’t the best option, but it was all she could think of.
As she made her way back to the dungeon, as the Professor had suspected she would, he concealed himself in an alcove behind the door at the top of the stairs. As the voluptuous red head came in through the door he extended his arms and grabbed her, pinning her arms to her body in the process. Maddy let out a horrified scream for help as she struggled with the much more powerful grasp of her Professor. “NO! I’m not doing this anymore!”
“Oh, sweetie,” he teased as he began slowly and effortlessly taking her down the stairs, “You genuinely don’t get a say in this. And since you’ve been very naughty in trying to escape, I’m afraid I’m really going to have to punish you this time.” She screamed, fighting with all her strength. “Fuck you! You are a son of a bitch!”
“Such bad language! That’s sure to make it even worse for you!” He dragged Maddy over to a large mattress in the corner of the room, managing to grab a set of tie ropes off the wall as he did so. Once there he held her down on the bed and tied her hands behind her back and then roped her ankles together. With the final rope he managed to secure Maddy’s torso to her thighs. This left her face down, completely unable to move and with her naked ass sticking up into the air. Maddy gasped as her face hit the mattress, but as soon as she realised the area he’d left exposed she began to hyperventilate.
Professor Knismo gently caressed Maddy’s perfect ass, making sure to run his hands equally over both cheeks. He felt her body tense up as he did this and knew he was in for a treat. “Could it be that this beautiful booty of yours is a little ticklish, my dear?”
Maddy panicked. “No…no it isn’t!” She instantly regretted saying that. She tried to roll away but couldn’t even move a muscle and she started to cry. “Please…you can tickle my feet as much as you want…just not there!” With an evil chuckle the Professor began very lightly grazing the fingertips of his right hand over Maddy’s right butt cheek, just enough to titillate her soft, creamy flesh. Maddy spluttered, burying her face into the mattress but her own body gave her away. Goose bumps spread across her ivory skin from the merest touch. He now brought his other hand into play in the same motion on the other cheek, gradually increasing the pressure he applied to her ass. He watched the goose bumps appears on her body and could see his victim trembling as she struggled to hold in her laughter.
This was so much worse than her feet, worse than anything she’d endured at his hands thus far. The sensations just got worse and worse until finally she giggled a tiny bit. This broke the dam and she let out a screaming torrent of laughter, which exploded into a crescendo. He upped the ante again, digging his fingers into her tender flesh and kneading around and around. Her desperate but futile attempts to struggle made the situation all the more satisfying.
Every stroke was absolute hell! All she could do was laugh and cry but it didn’t stop her from trying to get away, as futile as it was. The only sounds in the room were her screams, the tiny scrapes of his fingers on her flesh and the sound of her ropes being pulled taught as she attempted to escape. Still using one hand to tickle her sensitive cheeks, he used the index finger of the other hand to brush over the top of her ass crack, just to test its sensitivity.
As soon as he touched in between her cheeks she let out another shrill scream, managing to clench just a bit and increased her helpless struggles to get out of this position. The Professor’s cock was already stiff, but it became rock hard as he saw how sensitive her crack was going to be. He stopped for a moment to give her a second to catch her breath and moved over to a bench against the wall. From there he picked up some tickling instruments, being careful to shield them from his prisoner’s eyes so she couldn’t see what was about to happen to her. Gasping for breath, Maddy was whimpering in terror. She decided it was worth the risk to roll over, hoping to get some respite from the tickling. After several attempts she managed to roll off her knees and covered her butt with the mattress.
Professor Knismo snorted with derision at her meek efforts. “Do you really think that’s going to make any difference to your predicament?” he asked, teasingly. Maddy shot him a glare but continued to wriggle around, trying to break free. Positioning himself on one side of his bound student he gently rolled her back into the correct position and used his left arm to hold her firmly in place. In his right hand he held a long, stiff, black feather. He placed the tip at the very top of her crack and held it there for a moment. “Now, are you ready for your punishment?”
Maddy felt the soft tip of the feather in her crack and her eyes went as wide as saucers. “NO! PLEASE NO! Anything but that!!!” She clenched her cheeks as best she could in her efforts to avoid the inevitable. But he had her bound so expertly that there was no way she could properly clench her cheeks, leaving her crack wide open and as vulnerable as it could possibly be. Very lightly and slowly he dragged the feather from the top of her crack all the way down to the bottom, ensuring to pause for a moment over her taught and exposed asshole. Maddy just screamed the entire time, but even more so when the feather touched her asshole. She sobbed, “I can’t take that, plehehehease!!!!”
“Oh stop complaining! It’s not going to help you anyway, you’re just going to have to deal with it!” He dragged the feather back up to the top of her crack and back down again. Then he repeated…and repeated…and repeated…and repeated again.
“FUCK YOUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! STOP PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!” she screamed as he feather’s soft touch made her body go completely insane. She tried anything she could but was still unable to break free. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she continued to beg and plead in between the feather’s strokes and her hoarse laughter.
“Of there will be plenty of time for ‘anything’ later,” he almost had to scream over the noise of Maddy’s crazed cackling. Feeling particularly sadistic he began circling the feather around her helpless and ticklish asshole. This time there was no laughter, no words, only Maddy screaming as if he’d set her on fire. The Professor made sure not to miss a millimetre, spinning the feather in decreasing circles to the very centre of her asshole then back out again, then back in again, then back out over and over again. Maddy couldn’t scream anymore. What came out instead was a tiny squeal-like sound – she had screamed herself hoarse. She had also exhausted herself to the point where she couldn’t even move anymore.
With her resistance broken it made it easier to torture her to the edge of her sanity. He scraped the feather left and right now, every so often dragging it down for a moment until it brushed the bottom of her pussy, which involuntarily gushed from the contact and elicited a moan of pleasure from his student amid the chaos.
Given that her exhausted body was too tired to fight his tormenting, the Professor removed the arm holding her in place and began tickling Maddy’s upturned soles with his free hand. With the other he turned the feather on its side and flicked the long edge back and forth along the entire length of her exposed crack. There were no words or screaming this time, just laughter with desperate gasps for breath for a few moments here and there.
The Professor made sure to pay particular attention to his ticklee’s toes, scraping along at the base and then working his fingers in between each toe one by one. All the while he continued to use the feather to torture her helpless and hypersensitive butt. Easing up his assault on her feet, the Professor picked up the other item he had brought to the mattress with him. With a click her turned it on and the unmistakable whirring sound of an electric toothbrush filled the room. Maddy heard the noise and shook her head, although she was barely able to do that. The feather was one of the worst things she’d ever felt; now how would a toothbrush feel?
Using his left hand to force Maddy’s cheeks all the way open so she could not resist at all, he slowly moved the toothbrush into position and placed the spinning head onto her helpless asshole. Maddy’s eyes widened and she let out another scream of laughter, harder than ever. “NO STOP! STAHAHAHAHAP STOP! PLEASE! OH MY GOD STOPPP!!!!” She still couldn’t move through lack of strength but her laughter was so hard at times she didn’t even make noise, only shaking and trembling. The ticklish sensations she felt were difficult to put into words. She felt light-headed, as she couldn’t get enough air from laughing so hard. The sensations from the toothbrush were enough to literally drive her mad.
As her screams and begging reverberated around the room the Professor almost had to cover his ears from the sheer volume of noise. “My, my, this won’t do at all!” he said as he placed the toothbrush back on the mattress. Heading back over to the bench he retrieved a large ball gag and another set of tie ropes. He carefully released Maddy from her previous position and tied her spread eagle to the bed facing down. Her weakened body was unable to put up a fight as he did so and soon she was tightly secured in this new position. Brushing her sweaty, matted red hair from her face, he inserted the ball gag into her mouth and tied it behind her head. Finally he placed a large pillow underneath her midsection, causing her ass to protrude slightly up into the air with spread cheeks. “Now then, isn’t that better?” Maddy just shook her head, whimpering feebly behind the gag. This position again left her completely exposed and vulnerable to anything.
From a drawer in the bench the Professor withdrew a large vibrator and three Velcro straps. “I don’t want you to think I’m all about torture, Maddy,” he said evilly. “I’m about pleasure too!” With that he thrust the head of the vibrator against her dripping wet pussy and used the Velcro straps to tie it to her left leg. Flicking a switch, the vibrator sprung to life on its lowest setting.
Instantly Maddy tensed as the pleasurable sensations flooded her groin and moved like a wave through the rest of her body, causing her to moan in ecstasy. ‘Oh yeah,’ she thought to herself. ‘He can do this to me as long as he wants.’ The pleasure coursing through her was a welcome relief from the torture she had endured and she allowed herself to relax as much as was possible to enjoy the sensations. But she wasn’t in for the treat she thought she was.
Positioning himself at the end of the bed by her bound feet, the Professor reached up with the electric toothbrush in one hand and again set it to work on her helpless asshole. Maddy had never been so confused in all her life as the two sensations hit her and she let out a crazed shriek through the gag before dissolving again into frantic laughter. She tried to clench her cheeks but she was bound too well to achieve that and she just had to lie there as the bristles whizzed away at her anus. “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE FUHUHUCK NOOOOOOOO!” she cried, her words unintelligible through the gag. Every few seconds her laughter was interrupted by a moan as the vibrator continued to pulsate against her pussy. She could feel an orgasm building up inside her, yet she could not build any momentum towards it as the ticklish sensations flooded her brain.
“My dear Maddy, I think you may just be the most ticklish slave I’ve ever had,” the Professor teased over her muffled shrieks. “And certainly the tastiest!” With that he leaned down and began licking the toes on her right foot. One by one he ran his tongue along the pads, up and down the stems and in between each toe, gleefully lapping like a cat with a bowl of milk. All the while he expertly kept the toothbrush in place on her anus, making sure not to give her a single second of relief.
Maddy could not laugh anymore, her shrieks and cackles were silent now. She couldn’t even moan as the orgasm built deep within her, getting closer and closer at absolute snail’s pace while the tickling distracted her. She felt as though her sanity were beginning to slip from her as the sensations were driving her mad. As the Professor moved and began licking the toes on her left foot she found she couldn’t even move them from exhaustion. Her body trembled from the silent laughter and from the pleasure flowing through her pussy. By now her orgasm was perilously close and her whole body started shaking violently again as the two opposing sensations competed. The mattress beneath her legs was completely drenched from her own juices.
Finally her orgasm came, hitting Maddy like a freight train and she let out the loudest scream she had ever emitted in her entire life, mixed in with crazed laughter as the brush spun over her asshole and the Professor nibbled on her toes. The orgasm went on, and on, and on as the vibrator did not abate and her body spasmed uncontrollably from the overwhelming sensations. Never in all her life had she ever felt anything so intense. Despite everything being done to her, she inexplicably found herself starting to enjoy it. The tickling was horrible and the worst torture she had ever experienced, yet somehow the effect it had on the sensation and duration of this mind-blowing orgasm was too good to ignore. She barely had time to take this in however, as finally everything became too much for her and she slipped into blissful unconsciousness.
Sometime later Maddy awoke slowly after the deepest sleep of her life. As her eyes adjusted to the light coming through the window it dawned on her that she was back in her dormitory on campus. She slowly sat up in her bed, every muscle sore and exhausted after her ordeal. As the details of what she had been through came back to her through her foggy mind a myriad of different emotions flooded through her brain and she couldn’t decide exactly how she was feeling.
As she glanced over at her bedside table she noticed an unfamiliar book resting there, with a folded piece of paper wedged between two of the pages. Picking it up she was puzzled to find it was 'Military tactics of the Ming dynasty’, the reference book Professor Knismo had made her look for prior to her abduction. Opening the book she found the paper had been placed at the beginning of the section on tickle torture. Unfolding the paper she found it to be a note from the Professor: “I will expect your updated paper on my desk by Monday morning. And if you ever feel the desire for another private history lesson, you know where to find me. K.”
Rising from her bed she padded barefoot over to the window and looked out over the campus towards Professor Knismo’s cottage, just visible through the trees and college buildings. Glancing down at the note in her hands one more time she raised her head again in the direction of the cottage and smiled to herself.
Part 1: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?319840-Maddy-s-History-Class-M-F-sexual
Maddy awoke about two hours later, stiff and sore, her body still locked inside the x-frame. She let out a quiet sob; what the hell was this bastard trying to do, kill her? She twisted every which way trying to get loose. Sweat had accumulated in one of the cuffs, and with an almighty tug she was able to slip her wrist out. With a quick, excited gasp she worked swiftly in undoing all her straps and the cuffs around her feet. Having no plan, she raced up the stairs to the door and was surprised when she was able to gently prize it open. She looked around but could not see her crazy Professor anywhere, and decided to make a break for it. Still naked, she raced to the front door, gave it a yank and…it didn’t budge. Maddy stared, horrified. “No…” she gasped, trying again to yank open the door.
Unbeknownst to Maddy, while she had slept the Professor had slightly loosened one of the cuffs specifically to allow her to escape. He’d deliberately left the door to the boiler room unlocked, keen to give her the false notion that she could escape. Little did she realise that the cottage itself was fitted with the best possible locks so there was no way she could truly escape. This was all part of the next stage of his plan.
Maddy fumbled with the door, twisted the knob, unlocked and removed the deadbolt but still the door wouldn’t budge. She cursed, slamming her fist repeatedly on the oak finish then looked around; perhaps there was another way out? She made her way around the house looking for a door, a window, anything big enough for her to climb through, but it seemed the good old Professor had predicted every move. Maddy, terrified and unsure of what to do next, made her way back to the dungeon, deciding to hide instead. It wasn’t the best option, but it was all she could think of.
As she made her way back to the dungeon, as the Professor had suspected she would, he concealed himself in an alcove behind the door at the top of the stairs. As the voluptuous red head came in through the door he extended his arms and grabbed her, pinning her arms to her body in the process. Maddy let out a horrified scream for help as she struggled with the much more powerful grasp of her Professor. “NO! I’m not doing this anymore!”
“Oh, sweetie,” he teased as he began slowly and effortlessly taking her down the stairs, “You genuinely don’t get a say in this. And since you’ve been very naughty in trying to escape, I’m afraid I’m really going to have to punish you this time.” She screamed, fighting with all her strength. “Fuck you! You are a son of a bitch!”
“Such bad language! That’s sure to make it even worse for you!” He dragged Maddy over to a large mattress in the corner of the room, managing to grab a set of tie ropes off the wall as he did so. Once there he held her down on the bed and tied her hands behind her back and then roped her ankles together. With the final rope he managed to secure Maddy’s torso to her thighs. This left her face down, completely unable to move and with her naked ass sticking up into the air. Maddy gasped as her face hit the mattress, but as soon as she realised the area he’d left exposed she began to hyperventilate.
Professor Knismo gently caressed Maddy’s perfect ass, making sure to run his hands equally over both cheeks. He felt her body tense up as he did this and knew he was in for a treat. “Could it be that this beautiful booty of yours is a little ticklish, my dear?”
Maddy panicked. “No…no it isn’t!” She instantly regretted saying that. She tried to roll away but couldn’t even move a muscle and she started to cry. “Please…you can tickle my feet as much as you want…just not there!” With an evil chuckle the Professor began very lightly grazing the fingertips of his right hand over Maddy’s right butt cheek, just enough to titillate her soft, creamy flesh. Maddy spluttered, burying her face into the mattress but her own body gave her away. Goose bumps spread across her ivory skin from the merest touch. He now brought his other hand into play in the same motion on the other cheek, gradually increasing the pressure he applied to her ass. He watched the goose bumps appears on her body and could see his victim trembling as she struggled to hold in her laughter.
This was so much worse than her feet, worse than anything she’d endured at his hands thus far. The sensations just got worse and worse until finally she giggled a tiny bit. This broke the dam and she let out a screaming torrent of laughter, which exploded into a crescendo. He upped the ante again, digging his fingers into her tender flesh and kneading around and around. Her desperate but futile attempts to struggle made the situation all the more satisfying.
Every stroke was absolute hell! All she could do was laugh and cry but it didn’t stop her from trying to get away, as futile as it was. The only sounds in the room were her screams, the tiny scrapes of his fingers on her flesh and the sound of her ropes being pulled taught as she attempted to escape. Still using one hand to tickle her sensitive cheeks, he used the index finger of the other hand to brush over the top of her ass crack, just to test its sensitivity.
As soon as he touched in between her cheeks she let out another shrill scream, managing to clench just a bit and increased her helpless struggles to get out of this position. The Professor’s cock was already stiff, but it became rock hard as he saw how sensitive her crack was going to be. He stopped for a moment to give her a second to catch her breath and moved over to a bench against the wall. From there he picked up some tickling instruments, being careful to shield them from his prisoner’s eyes so she couldn’t see what was about to happen to her. Gasping for breath, Maddy was whimpering in terror. She decided it was worth the risk to roll over, hoping to get some respite from the tickling. After several attempts she managed to roll off her knees and covered her butt with the mattress.
Professor Knismo snorted with derision at her meek efforts. “Do you really think that’s going to make any difference to your predicament?” he asked, teasingly. Maddy shot him a glare but continued to wriggle around, trying to break free. Positioning himself on one side of his bound student he gently rolled her back into the correct position and used his left arm to hold her firmly in place. In his right hand he held a long, stiff, black feather. He placed the tip at the very top of her crack and held it there for a moment. “Now, are you ready for your punishment?”
Maddy felt the soft tip of the feather in her crack and her eyes went as wide as saucers. “NO! PLEASE NO! Anything but that!!!” She clenched her cheeks as best she could in her efforts to avoid the inevitable. But he had her bound so expertly that there was no way she could properly clench her cheeks, leaving her crack wide open and as vulnerable as it could possibly be. Very lightly and slowly he dragged the feather from the top of her crack all the way down to the bottom, ensuring to pause for a moment over her taught and exposed asshole. Maddy just screamed the entire time, but even more so when the feather touched her asshole. She sobbed, “I can’t take that, plehehehease!!!!”
“Oh stop complaining! It’s not going to help you anyway, you’re just going to have to deal with it!” He dragged the feather back up to the top of her crack and back down again. Then he repeated…and repeated…and repeated…and repeated again.
“FUCK YOUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! STOP PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!” she screamed as he feather’s soft touch made her body go completely insane. She tried anything she could but was still unable to break free. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she continued to beg and plead in between the feather’s strokes and her hoarse laughter.
“Of there will be plenty of time for ‘anything’ later,” he almost had to scream over the noise of Maddy’s crazed cackling. Feeling particularly sadistic he began circling the feather around her helpless and ticklish asshole. This time there was no laughter, no words, only Maddy screaming as if he’d set her on fire. The Professor made sure not to miss a millimetre, spinning the feather in decreasing circles to the very centre of her asshole then back out again, then back in again, then back out over and over again. Maddy couldn’t scream anymore. What came out instead was a tiny squeal-like sound – she had screamed herself hoarse. She had also exhausted herself to the point where she couldn’t even move anymore.
With her resistance broken it made it easier to torture her to the edge of her sanity. He scraped the feather left and right now, every so often dragging it down for a moment until it brushed the bottom of her pussy, which involuntarily gushed from the contact and elicited a moan of pleasure from his student amid the chaos.
Given that her exhausted body was too tired to fight his tormenting, the Professor removed the arm holding her in place and began tickling Maddy’s upturned soles with his free hand. With the other he turned the feather on its side and flicked the long edge back and forth along the entire length of her exposed crack. There were no words or screaming this time, just laughter with desperate gasps for breath for a few moments here and there.
The Professor made sure to pay particular attention to his ticklee’s toes, scraping along at the base and then working his fingers in between each toe one by one. All the while he continued to use the feather to torture her helpless and hypersensitive butt. Easing up his assault on her feet, the Professor picked up the other item he had brought to the mattress with him. With a click her turned it on and the unmistakable whirring sound of an electric toothbrush filled the room. Maddy heard the noise and shook her head, although she was barely able to do that. The feather was one of the worst things she’d ever felt; now how would a toothbrush feel?
Using his left hand to force Maddy’s cheeks all the way open so she could not resist at all, he slowly moved the toothbrush into position and placed the spinning head onto her helpless asshole. Maddy’s eyes widened and she let out another scream of laughter, harder than ever. “NO STOP! STAHAHAHAHAP STOP! PLEASE! OH MY GOD STOPPP!!!!” She still couldn’t move through lack of strength but her laughter was so hard at times she didn’t even make noise, only shaking and trembling. The ticklish sensations she felt were difficult to put into words. She felt light-headed, as she couldn’t get enough air from laughing so hard. The sensations from the toothbrush were enough to literally drive her mad.
As her screams and begging reverberated around the room the Professor almost had to cover his ears from the sheer volume of noise. “My, my, this won’t do at all!” he said as he placed the toothbrush back on the mattress. Heading back over to the bench he retrieved a large ball gag and another set of tie ropes. He carefully released Maddy from her previous position and tied her spread eagle to the bed facing down. Her weakened body was unable to put up a fight as he did so and soon she was tightly secured in this new position. Brushing her sweaty, matted red hair from her face, he inserted the ball gag into her mouth and tied it behind her head. Finally he placed a large pillow underneath her midsection, causing her ass to protrude slightly up into the air with spread cheeks. “Now then, isn’t that better?” Maddy just shook her head, whimpering feebly behind the gag. This position again left her completely exposed and vulnerable to anything.
From a drawer in the bench the Professor withdrew a large vibrator and three Velcro straps. “I don’t want you to think I’m all about torture, Maddy,” he said evilly. “I’m about pleasure too!” With that he thrust the head of the vibrator against her dripping wet pussy and used the Velcro straps to tie it to her left leg. Flicking a switch, the vibrator sprung to life on its lowest setting.
Instantly Maddy tensed as the pleasurable sensations flooded her groin and moved like a wave through the rest of her body, causing her to moan in ecstasy. ‘Oh yeah,’ she thought to herself. ‘He can do this to me as long as he wants.’ The pleasure coursing through her was a welcome relief from the torture she had endured and she allowed herself to relax as much as was possible to enjoy the sensations. But she wasn’t in for the treat she thought she was.
Positioning himself at the end of the bed by her bound feet, the Professor reached up with the electric toothbrush in one hand and again set it to work on her helpless asshole. Maddy had never been so confused in all her life as the two sensations hit her and she let out a crazed shriek through the gag before dissolving again into frantic laughter. She tried to clench her cheeks but she was bound too well to achieve that and she just had to lie there as the bristles whizzed away at her anus. “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE FUHUHUCK NOOOOOOOO!” she cried, her words unintelligible through the gag. Every few seconds her laughter was interrupted by a moan as the vibrator continued to pulsate against her pussy. She could feel an orgasm building up inside her, yet she could not build any momentum towards it as the ticklish sensations flooded her brain.
“My dear Maddy, I think you may just be the most ticklish slave I’ve ever had,” the Professor teased over her muffled shrieks. “And certainly the tastiest!” With that he leaned down and began licking the toes on her right foot. One by one he ran his tongue along the pads, up and down the stems and in between each toe, gleefully lapping like a cat with a bowl of milk. All the while he expertly kept the toothbrush in place on her anus, making sure not to give her a single second of relief.
Maddy could not laugh anymore, her shrieks and cackles were silent now. She couldn’t even moan as the orgasm built deep within her, getting closer and closer at absolute snail’s pace while the tickling distracted her. She felt as though her sanity were beginning to slip from her as the sensations were driving her mad. As the Professor moved and began licking the toes on her left foot she found she couldn’t even move them from exhaustion. Her body trembled from the silent laughter and from the pleasure flowing through her pussy. By now her orgasm was perilously close and her whole body started shaking violently again as the two opposing sensations competed. The mattress beneath her legs was completely drenched from her own juices.
Finally her orgasm came, hitting Maddy like a freight train and she let out the loudest scream she had ever emitted in her entire life, mixed in with crazed laughter as the brush spun over her asshole and the Professor nibbled on her toes. The orgasm went on, and on, and on as the vibrator did not abate and her body spasmed uncontrollably from the overwhelming sensations. Never in all her life had she ever felt anything so intense. Despite everything being done to her, she inexplicably found herself starting to enjoy it. The tickling was horrible and the worst torture she had ever experienced, yet somehow the effect it had on the sensation and duration of this mind-blowing orgasm was too good to ignore. She barely had time to take this in however, as finally everything became too much for her and she slipped into blissful unconsciousness.
Sometime later Maddy awoke slowly after the deepest sleep of her life. As her eyes adjusted to the light coming through the window it dawned on her that she was back in her dormitory on campus. She slowly sat up in her bed, every muscle sore and exhausted after her ordeal. As the details of what she had been through came back to her through her foggy mind a myriad of different emotions flooded through her brain and she couldn’t decide exactly how she was feeling.
As she glanced over at her bedside table she noticed an unfamiliar book resting there, with a folded piece of paper wedged between two of the pages. Picking it up she was puzzled to find it was 'Military tactics of the Ming dynasty’, the reference book Professor Knismo had made her look for prior to her abduction. Opening the book she found the paper had been placed at the beginning of the section on tickle torture. Unfolding the paper she found it to be a note from the Professor: “I will expect your updated paper on my desk by Monday morning. And if you ever feel the desire for another private history lesson, you know where to find me. K.”
Rising from her bed she padded barefoot over to the window and looked out over the campus towards Professor Knismo’s cottage, just visible through the trees and college buildings. Glancing down at the note in her hands one more time she raised her head again in the direction of the cottage and smiled to herself.
