Melissa drove towards the gate of the research center, the giant sign above the automatic gate read ‘TK Sensory Research’. She opened her window and pressed the call button.
‘RING RING’
“Hello, TK Sensory Research” the voice said.
“Hi, it’s Melissa. I have an appointment with Dr Fitzgerald” Melissa replied.
“Perfect, you’re slightly early but if you pull into the parking bay labelled ‘Subject 3 Bay’ and come into the reception, you can wait there until Dr Fitzgerald comes to collect you” the voice replied.
“Thank you” Melissa said.
The gate slowly rose and Melissa drove into the carpark, pulling up into ‘Subject 3 Bay’ as instructed. She sat in her car, took her phone out and checked the email again. She had never taken part in any research before but being a university student, money was tight. ‘£200 just to be prodded by some Dr and her students for a few hours’ she thought. ‘This is going to be some easy money’. She grabbed her bag and stepped out of her car.
She was dressed in her University sports tracksuit and trainers, her blonde hair tied in a ponytail swaying as she walked towards the entrance of the building. The doors slid open to reveal a bright white reception, black sofas and small reception desk with a nerdy looking girl sat behind.
“Melissa, I presume?” the nerdy girl asked.
“That’s me” Melissa promptly replied with a smile.
“Dr Fitzgerald is just finishing up with her 09:00 appointment but if you wouldn’t mind reading and signing the disclaimer, it will speed things up.” The girl said with a smile, handing some papers and a pen to Melissa.
Melissa took them and sat down on one of the sofas, calming music filled the empty reception. She took a deep breath and looked at the papers.
‘Does Participating Regularly in Exercise have an impact on a Person’s Sensitivity?
A Research study by Dr Jane Fitzgerald’
Melissa looked slightly confused. ‘Are they going to try to make me cry, or something?’ she thought to herself. She continued to read on;
‘A study to learn more about the skins sensitivity and whether or not participating in exercise will impact overall sensitivity of a person’
‘So, I get prodded, do a bit of running, then get prodded again. All for £200’ Melissa chuckled to herself. In her over confidence she skipped over the small print to the next page to fill in her details.
‘Gender - Female’
‘Age - 19’
‘Height - 5 foot 3’
‘Weight - 52 kg’
‘Daily Participation in Exercise, 1-2 hours’
She signed and dated the declaration before returning it to the receptionist.
“Are you happy with everything?” the girl asked.
“Yep, fine” Melissa said smugly before sitting back down.
A few minutes passed before the phone rang at the reception.
“Hello. Yes Dr, all forms have been filled out. Ok Dr, will send her through now” the receptionist put the phone down.
“Melissa”
“Yeah”
“Dr Fitzgerald is ready for you now in room 2, its just down the corridor”
“OK”
Melissa grabbed her bag and walked towards the corridor, she peeked through the window to room 1 to see another girl, slightly taller than her with jet black hair running on a treadmill wearing a sports bar and shorts.
‘This is going to be a piece of cake’ she thought as she approached room 2. She knocked on the door.
“Come in” a stern female voice said. Melissa opened the door and walked in.
There was a tall woman with glassed stood in the room wearing a white lab coat, she turned around, “Melissa, I presume” the woman said sternly.
“That’s me” Melissa replied with a smile.
“Take these clothes and get changed behind the screen” the woman said handing Melissa a sealed back with her name on it.
She took it and walked behind the screen. Melissa opened the bag to reveal a black sports bra with and black tight looking shorts. She quickly got undressed and put the shorts on before noticing the firm padding running in between the legs of the shorts. Being familiar with cycling shorts, she just presumed that was what the padding was. As she put the sports bra on, she noticed the same firm padding in each of the bra cups. She was slightly confused by it but thought nothing of it as she slipped her trainers back on and tied the laces. She confidently strolled out from behind the curtain to see the stern looking woman sat on an office chair holding a clipboard.
“Please, lie on your back on the table” the woman said.
Melissa complied and climbed on.
“I am Dr. Jane Fitzgerald and today you will be participating in my study. It will last approximately 3 hours but to be able to receive payment, you will need to complete the whole allotted time”.
“That’s not a problem, Jane” Melissa said with a smile.
“It’s Dr” the woman snapped back.
“Right, sorry Dr” Melissa said apologetically.
“What I am trying to achieve today is whether sweat increases a persons sensitivity, and if so, by how much” Dr Fitzgerald said whilst looking at her clipboard. “Now can you stretch your arms over your head and grip onto the bar behind”.
Melissa looked over her head to see a bar attached to the wall, she stretched her arms out and grasped the bar, stretching her toned midriff out.
“I am going to stimulate your nerves and I want you to give me an honest reflection of sensitivity” Dr Fitzgerald said whilst standing up and approaching Melissa.
“Umm, OK” Melissa replied, confused about what the Dr was going to do.
Dr Fitzgerald took out a black glove, covered in bristles and placed her left hand inside it. Melissa’s eyes went wide.
“Are, Are you going to tickle me” Melissa stuttered out.
“This is my patented sensitivity glove. It is designed to stimulate the nerves in someone’s skin” Dr Fitzgerald replied. “But you will feel a slightly ticklish sensation”.
“Urmmmm, Okay” Melissa replied nervously.
Dr Fitzgerald stood over Melissa and ran the glove over Melissa’s right armpit.
“Eeeek” Melissa squealed letting go of the bar and pulling her arms down to her chest.
“Melissa, please” Dr Fitzgerald said in her stern tone.
“It tickles” Melissa replied with embarrassment.
“That’s the point” Dr Fitzgerald replied, rolling her eyes. “I need 10-15 seconds of initial data from different body parts. Now are you going to be a big girl, and let me continue?” Said patronisingly.
Melissa took a deep breath, nodded and grasped the bar again. Dr Fitzgerald ran her gloved hand over Melissa’s right armpit again. The tiny bristled stroked her skin.
“Hehehehehe” Melissa giggled.
Dr Fitzgerald moved the gloved hand down to Melissa’s side, the bristles scribbled over and in between each rib.
“Hehehehehehe” Melissa giggled, trying to keep hold of the bar. “Hahahahaha” she started laughing as the gloved hand moved over her belly, her stomach tensed and twitched as the bristles covered every bit of skin. The gloved hand moved down her right thigh and knee, Melissa giggled to herself, trying to keep her legs stretched out.
Dr Fitzgerald stopped and took off her glove.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it” she said patronisingly again.
“I didn’t realise I was that ticklish” Melissa responded.
“No-one ever does” Dr Fitzgerald replied, taking her pen out of her top pocket. “Now, I want you to rate each spot out of 10 for levels of sensitivity. 1 being not sensitive and 10 being extremely sensitive. Okay”.
Melissa nodded as she lay there, her skin still tingling.
“Armpits?” Dr Fitzgerald said
“Urmmm, 8ish” Melissa replied.
“URMMM, 8ish?” Dr Fitzgerald replied slightly annoyed. “I need a specific answer”.
“I’m not sure” Melissa said confused.
“A 10 equates to physically cannot stand it, at risk of passing out” Dr Fitzgerald replied.
“Okay, 7” Melissa replied, slightly annoyed herself.
“Sides?”
“7”
“Stomach?”
“8”
“Legs?”
“5”
“Good” Dr Fitzgerald replied whilst putting her pen back in her pocket. “Now for the final initial testing. Can you remove you trainers and socks?”. She walked down to the foot of the table.
“My trainers?” Melissa questioned nervously.
“Yes, now come on, hurry up. I have a busy schedule” Dr Fitzgerald snapped back.
Melissa untied her laces and took off both trainers, placed them down next to her before taking off her running socks and placing them inside her trainers. She stretched her legs out again showing off her size 4 feet and small plump toes with black nail polish. She sat up on the table with outstretched legs watching Dr Fitzgerald wheel her chair across and sit down next to Melissa’s feet. She gulped with worry as she watched Dr Fitzgerald putting on a different glove, once again covered in bristles but this one had tiny feather like attachments on the finger tips.
“Same process now” Dr Fitzgerald said sternly as she ran the glove over the tops of Melissa’s feet.
“Hahahahahahaaha” Melissa laughed, trying to keep her feet still. Her feet were her most ticklish spot.
Dr Fitzgerald ran the gloves around her feet onto the soles.
“AHAHAHAAHA” Melissa exploded, retracting her feet from in front of Dr Fitzgerald.
Dr Fitzgerald looked up through her glasses at Melissa with a frown. Melissa slid her feet back down towards the Dr. She took hold of her right ankle with her right hand and went back to gliding the bristles back over Melissa’s sole.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA” Melissa laughed, trying to pull her foot away, Dr Fitzgerald had a strong grip and held her foot. Melissa then felt the tiny feathers under and in between her toes.
“NOOOHAHAHAHAHA” she exploded with laughter, threw her body back against the table as the feathers explored each toe before finally stopping. Dr Fitzgerald removed her glove and stood up.
“Tops of feet?” she asked.
“9” Melissa quickly responded
“Soles?”
“9”
“Toes?”
“10”
“10?” Dr Fitzgerald questioned.
“Definitely, I thought I was going to pass out, it tickled that much” Melissa responded.
“Very well” Dr Fitzgerald said. “You can put you trainers back on, have a drink then we will commence the exercise.
Melissa was already slightly out of breath as she put each sock back on, followed by her trainers.
“When you are ready, please start running on the treadmill” Dr Fitzgerald said whilst writing something down on her clipboard. “The timer countdown 30 minutes. I will be back for when you have finished your exercise to commence the study”.
Dr Fitzgerald left the room.
‘Thank God its only a little bit of tickling’ Melissa thought to herself. ‘I couldn’t take anymore of that shit’. She stretched herself a little bit before climbing on the treadmill and pressing the start button. Starting out with a slow jog. She could her the door close from room 1 and Dr Fitzgerald’s stern voice through the walls.
“Ready for the second part of the study” Dr Fitzgerald said. Melissa could not hear the girls reply next door but soon heard a familiar sound.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the girl laughed.
‘That’s going to suck’ she thought to herself before turning her mind away from the noises and concentrate on her running. Soon the laughter stopped and the girl listed off the sensitivity of her body parts. “9,10,9,10,9,9,10” the girl from next door said.
“Fuck, she is ticklish” Melissa said to herself before returning her mind to her running.
“Now, time for phase 3 of the study” Melissa heard Dr Fitzgerald say through the wall.
“Phase 3” the girl said sounding panicked. “Hey, hold on, what are you doing?”
Her voice went quiet.
‘What could the third part be?’ Melissa thought to herself, but shrugged it off and continued running. Before long, the treadmill slowed down and came to a halt. Melissa was quite sweaty as she stood down off the treadmill and took a drink of water. The door opened and Dr Fitzgerald walked in.
“Lie down, trainers and socks off” Dr Fitzgerald said abruptly.
Melissa sat on the table and started unlacing her trainers.
“W-What’s the third part of the study” Melissa said, panting from the exercise.
“We will get to that soon, some people cannot handle a little bit of tickling” Dr Fitzgerald said mockingly. “But you’re not one of those people. Are you?”
“Pffttt, no” Melissa replied, trying to sound braver than she was. She finished taking her trainers and socks off. Her body glistening with beads of sweat. Dr Fitzgerald took out a pair of gloves this time.
“Right, grip the bar please” she said. Melissa complied and grasped the bar with her sweaty palms. Dr Fitzgerald ran both gloved hands over Melissa’s sweaty armpits.
“AAAAAAAGHHH” she squealed as the bristles ran over her sensitive skin, trying her best to keep hold of the bar. But it was no use, within seconds she let go and grabbed her armpits to protect herself.
Dr Fitzgerald took a step back, looked at Melissa from under her glasses.
“Sorry, it just tickles loads” Melissa said apologetically.
“Don’t worry” Dr Fitzgerald said sympathetically. “We have an easier way for you to go about it, if you want”.
“Okay” Melissa quickly replied, thinking she was going to get out of too much tickling.
“Grasp the bar again” Dr Fitzgerald said whilst walking to the wall with the bar attached, removing her gloves. Melissa followed the request before feeling something on her wrists. As she tried to look up, she heard 2 clicks.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Melissa said in a panic, quickly realising that her wrists were secured to the bar.
“You asked for the easy way to complete the study” Dr Fitzgerald said with a smile before putting her gloves back on.
“But I AHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAA” she screamed as the gloved hands ran all over her armpits. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA”. “NOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she laughed as the gloves ran over her ribs and sides. The exercise and sweat had definitely increased her sensitivity. The gloves ran over her stomach as she cackled with laughter, body bouncing off the table, desperately pulling on the wrist cuffs. The gloves moved to her legs and knees as she tried to kick and bounce her legs to get away, to no avail. Dr Fitzgerald stopped and took off her gloves.
“How was that?” She asked with a smug look on her face.
“Fucking horrible” Melissa snapped back. “Now let me go!”
“Not until we have finished” Dr Fitzgerald replied with a grin. “Armpits? Sides? Stomach? Legs?”
“9, all fucking 9” Melissa snapped back.
Dr Fitzgerald started scribbling down on her clipboard. She looked up and Melissa and then turned her eyes down to her feet. Melissa quickly pulled her feet up to her bum.
“Don’t you dare” Melissa said with anger.
“Do you want your money, or not?” Dr Fitzgerald answered abruptly.
Melissa took a deep breath and slowly moved her feet down the table.
“That’s a good girl” Dr Fitzgerald said patronisingly. “But I need to add something for my own protection”. She grabbed a remote and pressed one of the buttons. A whirring noise filled the room as some black padded stocks rose up at the foot of the table.
“I’m out, I’m out” Melissa quickly said. “Let me go, keep your money”.
“Unfortunately, I can’t” the Dr said. “You’ve already signed the agreement”. With that she walked to the wall and pressed the intercom. “Assistance in room 2” she said. Within seconds, 2 burly men walked into the room.
“Feet, now” Dr Fitzgerald instructed. Before Melissa could fight, each man had a grip of an ankle, placing her feet in the stocks and locking it shut. Dr Fitzgerald looked at Melissa menacingly as she put on her other pair of gloves.
“P-P-Please” Melissa begged as each man took hold of her big toe and forced her toes forward towards the floor.
“AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Melissa screamed as the bristles ran over the tops of her feet for what felt like an eternity.
“Lock the toes in” Dr Fitzgerald instructed as the two men pushed her toes back against the stocks and tied her toes into place. Melissa tried to move her feet but couldn’t.
“AHAHAAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOO” Melissa laughed as her soles were scrubbed by the gloves. Her body bouncing up and down on the table. The little feathers then started to torment her toes. She threw her head back again and laughed silently, shaking her head from side to side. Tears running down her cheeks to the table. The tickling stopped, Melissa lay there panting and trying to catch her breath.
As Dr Fitzgerald started to remove her gloves, Melissa blurted out “10,10 and fucking 10”. She took another breath, “you’ve proved your point, now let me go and give me my money”.
“Ha ha ha” Dr Fitzgerald laughed to herself. “We are not done yet, we still have phase 3 of the study”.
“NO, IM FUCKING DONE” Melissa angrily shouted. “LET ME GOOOOMMPPPHHHHH”. Dr Fitzgerald shoved a ball gag in her mouth. “That will keep you quiet for a bit” she said whilst clipping it behind Melissa’s head. “I wouldn’t want you to put off all the other subjects, now would I?”
“Mmmmm Mmmmmpphhhh” Melissa tried to speak.
“Good question” Dr Fitzgerald mocked. “Phase 3 is to slowly dry your skin of the sweat before we test your sensitivity again. But first, we need to moisturise your body. We’ve got to take care of you skin, don’t we”. She winked at Melissa as the 2 men approached with some lotion. One massaging it into her upper body and the other massaging it into her lower body.
“MMMPPHH” Melissa protested again.
“Feels good, doesn’t it” Dr Fitzgerald joked as she walked out of the room. Once the 2 men had finished covering her skin in moisturiser, they wheeled a small heater towards her feet, placing it a foot away. One of them flicked the switch on the wall. A blinding red light covered Melissa’s body from above, slowly warming her skin. The second flicked the switch on the heater at her feet.
The first man placed some sun bed glasses over her eyes, everything went dark. Melissa heard the door close as she lay there catching her breath, soon she dozed off.
She was awoken by the muffled laughter and screams coming from the girl in the room next door. She tried to focus her mind on something else but couldn’t, the heat grew stronger on her body over the next 10 minutes before she heard the door open again. She gulped deeply, scared of what would happen to her.
She heard the footsteps of the 2 men approach her, the heat from above her slowly went away.
“MMPPHH” she tried to get their attention but they ignored her, focused on their jobs. Melissa felt a strap tighten over her elbows, pinning her arms firmly to the table. Next a strap was placed over forehead, one over her hips and another over her thighs and shins. All she could move was her fingers. A whirring noise was coming from above her for a few seconds, then the men left again and closed the door. Melissa lay there for the next 10 minutes, still listening to the muffled screams and laughter coming from next door.
The door opened again and the sound of Dr Fitzgerald’s heels filled the room, getting lounder as they approached closer to Melissa’s bound body. There was a blinding light as the glasses were removed from Melissa’s eyes. Her eyes slowly began to focus again revealing some blurry black circles above her. As they focused, Melissa quickly realised that these black circles were actually covered in bristles, ranging in length, longer on the outside and small in the centre of the discs. She could make out there were 2 above her armpits and one above her belly but that’s all she could see with her head pinned down.
“Melissa, do you know what the TK of TK Sensory Research stands for?” Dr Fitzgerald said.
“Mmppphhh” Melissa tried to speak.
“Not quite” Dr Fitzgerald mocked. “It stands for Tickle”.
Melissa gulped again.
“I am Dr. Jane Fitzgerald, one of the researchers for the Ministry of Defence. I specialise in torture methods, specifically, tickling”.
Melissa let out a muffled groan.
“The interesting thing with tickle torture is that, not only is it effective, but it leaves no obvious marks on a soldiers body” Dr Fitzgerald said. “We are testing regular people on the effectiveness of it, combined with sweat. You see, a solider will sweat when he or she knows they are about to be interrogated, hence the exercise”.
“Mpphhhhh” Melissa tried to speak again.
“Now, what you have signed, obviously without reading properly is a contract. This contract prevents you from speaking about what you have and will experience today. If you do speak about it, you will be arrested and be placed in a military jail, for a very long time. Got it?”
“Mpphh”
“Now that your skin has dried, we will commence phase 3” Dr Fitzgerald instructed. “You’re body will experience a level of ticklishness that will only be worsened by phase 4”.
“Mpphhhhh”
“Phase 4 is a fun one” Dr Fitzgerald joked. “That’s normally the breaking point for soldiers. Now, can you see the discs above you? Those discs spin at different speeds and will randomly touch down on your most sensitive parts of your body. For you, and that little whimpy bitch next door, is everywhere. I hope you have fun”.
Dr Fitzgerald walked away and took a seat in her chair. The discs above Melissa started to spin slowly. She could see the two above her armpits getting closer. She shut her eyes tightly as the bristles touched down in her armpits.
“MMMAHAHAHAMMMPPHHHHHAHAHAHAHAMMPPHH” she laughed into the gag, unable to move to get away. The bristles spun quicker and quicker, tears streamed down her face to the table. Minutes of laughing into the gag passed before the discs retracted.
Before she could catch her breath, the disc hit her stomach, sending her into spasms of ticklish laughter into the gag. She had never experienced anything like this before. Her stomach tensing and twitching repeatably, finally, the disc retracted again. Melissa took a sigh of relief, forgetting about the possibility of other discs that were out of her vision.
Discs touched down on both sides of her, covering from her hips to her ribs.
“MMMAHAHAHAMMMPPHHHHHAHAHAHAHAMMPPHH” She screamed into the gag, crying with laughter as the bristles tormented her for the next few minutes before retracting.
Multiple discs touched down on her hips, thighs and knees sending her back into screams of laughter before finally stopping. Melissa thought she was going to pass out. She knew what was coming, the silence in between was almost as bad as the tickling. She heard the whirring of the discs towards her feet, she could feel the slight breeze caused by them, she closed her eyes in anticipation before they touched down.
“MMMAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHAHHAHAHA” She screamed into her gag as one larger disc was tickling each sole and multiple small discs attacking her toes. She laughed into her gag as the speed picked up. The discs on her soles stopped whilst the little discs continued to torture her toes. Her face was turning a bright shade of pink as she could not escape from the tickling.
The discs stopped, she caught her breath and opened her eyes. To her horror she saw the discs above her all turn on and lower towards her body. All of them touched her skin at the same time sending her into overload. She screamed and laughed into her gag as bristles tickled her entire body.
Just before she passed out, the tickling stopped. Dr Fitzgerald walked over to her and removed her gag.
“Enjoy that?” She said with a smile.
“F-F-fuck Y-y-ou” Melissa responded, completely out of breath.
“Looks like you are perfect to try stage 4” Dr Fitzgerald said with delight. “That stupid girl next door passed out. Weak bitch”.
“W-what’s stage 4” Melissa responded, defeated.
“Im glad you asked” Dr Fitzgerald said with joy. “Did you notice the pads in you shorts and running bra? Well, those are, actually I will let you find out for yourself”.
She sat back down and flicked a switch. All of the pads started to vibrate, one on each nipple and one over her pussy. Melissa went white, her stomach tensed again as the slow vibrations sent shockwaves up and down her body.
“No, Please don’t” she begged.
Dr Fitzgerald looked at her watch. “It looks as if you still have an hour left with me, so, lets continue”.
“Please turn it offfffffffffmmmmmmm” Melissa moaned as the intensity of the vibrations increased. Dr Fitzgerald stood up and walked to the table, she leaned over Melissa’s head to the discs above her flipping them over to reveal the other side covered in lots of small white feathers. Melissa bit down on her bottom lip as she watched Dr Fitzgerald turn all the visible discs over and then walk away.
The discs started to spin slowly and move towards her body slowly touching down on her skin. The small fluffy feathers stroked and glided across her underarms, stomach and legs, sending ticklish pleasure up and down her body.
“MMMmmmmmmmm” Melissa moaned as the intensity of the vibrations increased again. Her breathing got deeper and deeper as she became increasingly wet.
“Stop, stop mmmmmmmmm” she moaned as she became close to climaxing.
The vibrating and the discs stopped as silence filled the room before the whirring from the bottom of the table started.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she exploded with laughter again as the bristles spun on her feet and toes.
“STTTOOOPPPPPPPHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Her feet were tortured again for another 5 minutes before the bristles stopped.
“W-w-what are you doing?” Melissa panted out.
“You need to work for it” Dr Fitzgerald responded quickly before turning on the feather and the vibrators again.
“FUCK YOUUUUUUMMMMMM” Melissa moaned again. Her nipples were hard and her clit was wet as the vibrations once again sent her into ecstasy.
“MMMMMMMMM” she moaned out before they stopped again.
“AHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAA” she screamed as her feet were tickle tortured once again. “PLEEEAASSSAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
This went on for another few minutes before the vibrators started again.
“J-J-Just let me cu-uuummmmm” Melissa called out.
“Very well” replied Dr Fitzgerald. She increased the intensity to maximum, sat back and watched Melissa pant and moan her way to climax.
She turned off the vibrator and feathers, walked back to Melissa and started to turn the discs back over again.
“N-n-no more, please” Melissa begged.
“But you are only at the start of stage 4” Dr Fitzgerald responded.
“THE START?” Melissa shouted.
“Of course” Dr Fitzgerald joked. “You nerves are always extra sensitive after you have had an orgasm. By the end of this, you will do anything I say”.
“FUCK YOU” Melissa shouted back as she watched the discs begin spinning again, lowering themselves towards her.
“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NNOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHA SHAHAHAHAPPPP ITTTTTTAHAHAHAHAHA” Melissa screamed as all discs spun at the same time covering her whole body. “TUUUAHAHAHAHAHARRRNNNNN ITTT OFFFFAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Tears began streaming down her bright red face again, minute upon minute passed, feeling like hours to Melissa. All she could do was lie there and laugh as the bristles tickle tortured her body.
Dr Fitzgerald turned the discs off. “All you have to do is agree to this treatment for 3 hours a day, for the next week”. Melissa did not respond.
“Very well” Dr Fitzgerald replied as she turned the discs back on.
“AAAHAHAHAHA FUUUCKKKK HAHAHA YOOUUU HAHAHAHAHA” Melissa laughed.
After 10 more minutes passed of the torture, Melissa was ready to give in.
“STAAAPPPPAAHAHA”
Dr Fitzgerald stopped the discs.
“I-I-I will do it” Melissa panted out.
“Good girl, you were tough but we have broken you”
Melissa caught her breath back slowly.
“But, you still have 20 more minutes left” Dr Fitzgerald laughed as she turned the discs back on.
“NOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Melissa exploded again.
Finally she passed out.
She was awoken by a glass of water thrown on her. As she woke up dazed, she realised that she could move her limbs again. She turned her head to see Dr Fitzgerald stood over her.
“How was that?” Dr Fitzgerald asked with a smile.
“T-Torture” Melissa panted back.
“Good, I look forward to breaking you again tomorrow” Dr Fitzgerald said with a smile. “My guards will show you to your room, so you can get some sleep before we try to intensify things tomorrow”.
Melissa just threw her head back and looked at the discs above her. Dreading the next day.
‘RING RING’
“Hello, TK Sensory Research” the voice said.
“Hi, it’s Melissa. I have an appointment with Dr Fitzgerald” Melissa replied.
“Perfect, you’re slightly early but if you pull into the parking bay labelled ‘Subject 3 Bay’ and come into the reception, you can wait there until Dr Fitzgerald comes to collect you” the voice replied.
“Thank you” Melissa said.
The gate slowly rose and Melissa drove into the carpark, pulling up into ‘Subject 3 Bay’ as instructed. She sat in her car, took her phone out and checked the email again. She had never taken part in any research before but being a university student, money was tight. ‘£200 just to be prodded by some Dr and her students for a few hours’ she thought. ‘This is going to be some easy money’. She grabbed her bag and stepped out of her car.
She was dressed in her University sports tracksuit and trainers, her blonde hair tied in a ponytail swaying as she walked towards the entrance of the building. The doors slid open to reveal a bright white reception, black sofas and small reception desk with a nerdy looking girl sat behind.
“Melissa, I presume?” the nerdy girl asked.
“That’s me” Melissa promptly replied with a smile.
“Dr Fitzgerald is just finishing up with her 09:00 appointment but if you wouldn’t mind reading and signing the disclaimer, it will speed things up.” The girl said with a smile, handing some papers and a pen to Melissa.
Melissa took them and sat down on one of the sofas, calming music filled the empty reception. She took a deep breath and looked at the papers.
‘Does Participating Regularly in Exercise have an impact on a Person’s Sensitivity?
A Research study by Dr Jane Fitzgerald’
Melissa looked slightly confused. ‘Are they going to try to make me cry, or something?’ she thought to herself. She continued to read on;
‘A study to learn more about the skins sensitivity and whether or not participating in exercise will impact overall sensitivity of a person’
‘So, I get prodded, do a bit of running, then get prodded again. All for £200’ Melissa chuckled to herself. In her over confidence she skipped over the small print to the next page to fill in her details.
‘Gender - Female’
‘Age - 19’
‘Height - 5 foot 3’
‘Weight - 52 kg’
‘Daily Participation in Exercise, 1-2 hours’
She signed and dated the declaration before returning it to the receptionist.
“Are you happy with everything?” the girl asked.
“Yep, fine” Melissa said smugly before sitting back down.
A few minutes passed before the phone rang at the reception.
“Hello. Yes Dr, all forms have been filled out. Ok Dr, will send her through now” the receptionist put the phone down.
“Melissa”
“Yeah”
“Dr Fitzgerald is ready for you now in room 2, its just down the corridor”
“OK”
Melissa grabbed her bag and walked towards the corridor, she peeked through the window to room 1 to see another girl, slightly taller than her with jet black hair running on a treadmill wearing a sports bar and shorts.
‘This is going to be a piece of cake’ she thought as she approached room 2. She knocked on the door.
“Come in” a stern female voice said. Melissa opened the door and walked in.
There was a tall woman with glassed stood in the room wearing a white lab coat, she turned around, “Melissa, I presume” the woman said sternly.
“That’s me” Melissa replied with a smile.
“Take these clothes and get changed behind the screen” the woman said handing Melissa a sealed back with her name on it.
She took it and walked behind the screen. Melissa opened the bag to reveal a black sports bra with and black tight looking shorts. She quickly got undressed and put the shorts on before noticing the firm padding running in between the legs of the shorts. Being familiar with cycling shorts, she just presumed that was what the padding was. As she put the sports bra on, she noticed the same firm padding in each of the bra cups. She was slightly confused by it but thought nothing of it as she slipped her trainers back on and tied the laces. She confidently strolled out from behind the curtain to see the stern looking woman sat on an office chair holding a clipboard.
“Please, lie on your back on the table” the woman said.
Melissa complied and climbed on.
“I am Dr. Jane Fitzgerald and today you will be participating in my study. It will last approximately 3 hours but to be able to receive payment, you will need to complete the whole allotted time”.
“That’s not a problem, Jane” Melissa said with a smile.
“It’s Dr” the woman snapped back.
“Right, sorry Dr” Melissa said apologetically.
“What I am trying to achieve today is whether sweat increases a persons sensitivity, and if so, by how much” Dr Fitzgerald said whilst looking at her clipboard. “Now can you stretch your arms over your head and grip onto the bar behind”.
Melissa looked over her head to see a bar attached to the wall, she stretched her arms out and grasped the bar, stretching her toned midriff out.
“I am going to stimulate your nerves and I want you to give me an honest reflection of sensitivity” Dr Fitzgerald said whilst standing up and approaching Melissa.
“Umm, OK” Melissa replied, confused about what the Dr was going to do.
Dr Fitzgerald took out a black glove, covered in bristles and placed her left hand inside it. Melissa’s eyes went wide.
“Are, Are you going to tickle me” Melissa stuttered out.
“This is my patented sensitivity glove. It is designed to stimulate the nerves in someone’s skin” Dr Fitzgerald replied. “But you will feel a slightly ticklish sensation”.
“Urmmmm, Okay” Melissa replied nervously.
Dr Fitzgerald stood over Melissa and ran the glove over Melissa’s right armpit.
“Eeeek” Melissa squealed letting go of the bar and pulling her arms down to her chest.
“Melissa, please” Dr Fitzgerald said in her stern tone.
“It tickles” Melissa replied with embarrassment.
“That’s the point” Dr Fitzgerald replied, rolling her eyes. “I need 10-15 seconds of initial data from different body parts. Now are you going to be a big girl, and let me continue?” Said patronisingly.
Melissa took a deep breath, nodded and grasped the bar again. Dr Fitzgerald ran her gloved hand over Melissa’s right armpit again. The tiny bristled stroked her skin.
“Hehehehehe” Melissa giggled.
Dr Fitzgerald moved the gloved hand down to Melissa’s side, the bristles scribbled over and in between each rib.
“Hehehehehehe” Melissa giggled, trying to keep hold of the bar. “Hahahahaha” she started laughing as the gloved hand moved over her belly, her stomach tensed and twitched as the bristles covered every bit of skin. The gloved hand moved down her right thigh and knee, Melissa giggled to herself, trying to keep her legs stretched out.
Dr Fitzgerald stopped and took off her glove.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it” she said patronisingly again.
“I didn’t realise I was that ticklish” Melissa responded.
“No-one ever does” Dr Fitzgerald replied, taking her pen out of her top pocket. “Now, I want you to rate each spot out of 10 for levels of sensitivity. 1 being not sensitive and 10 being extremely sensitive. Okay”.
Melissa nodded as she lay there, her skin still tingling.
“Armpits?” Dr Fitzgerald said
“Urmmm, 8ish” Melissa replied.
“URMMM, 8ish?” Dr Fitzgerald replied slightly annoyed. “I need a specific answer”.
“I’m not sure” Melissa said confused.
“A 10 equates to physically cannot stand it, at risk of passing out” Dr Fitzgerald replied.
“Okay, 7” Melissa replied, slightly annoyed herself.
“Sides?”
“7”
“Stomach?”
“8”
“Legs?”
“5”
“Good” Dr Fitzgerald replied whilst putting her pen back in her pocket. “Now for the final initial testing. Can you remove you trainers and socks?”. She walked down to the foot of the table.
“My trainers?” Melissa questioned nervously.
“Yes, now come on, hurry up. I have a busy schedule” Dr Fitzgerald snapped back.
Melissa untied her laces and took off both trainers, placed them down next to her before taking off her running socks and placing them inside her trainers. She stretched her legs out again showing off her size 4 feet and small plump toes with black nail polish. She sat up on the table with outstretched legs watching Dr Fitzgerald wheel her chair across and sit down next to Melissa’s feet. She gulped with worry as she watched Dr Fitzgerald putting on a different glove, once again covered in bristles but this one had tiny feather like attachments on the finger tips.
“Same process now” Dr Fitzgerald said sternly as she ran the glove over the tops of Melissa’s feet.
“Hahahahahahaaha” Melissa laughed, trying to keep her feet still. Her feet were her most ticklish spot.
Dr Fitzgerald ran the gloves around her feet onto the soles.
“AHAHAHAAHA” Melissa exploded, retracting her feet from in front of Dr Fitzgerald.
Dr Fitzgerald looked up through her glasses at Melissa with a frown. Melissa slid her feet back down towards the Dr. She took hold of her right ankle with her right hand and went back to gliding the bristles back over Melissa’s sole.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA” Melissa laughed, trying to pull her foot away, Dr Fitzgerald had a strong grip and held her foot. Melissa then felt the tiny feathers under and in between her toes.
“NOOOHAHAHAHAHA” she exploded with laughter, threw her body back against the table as the feathers explored each toe before finally stopping. Dr Fitzgerald removed her glove and stood up.
“Tops of feet?” she asked.
“9” Melissa quickly responded
“Soles?”
“9”
“Toes?”
“10”
“10?” Dr Fitzgerald questioned.
“Definitely, I thought I was going to pass out, it tickled that much” Melissa responded.
“Very well” Dr Fitzgerald said. “You can put you trainers back on, have a drink then we will commence the exercise.
Melissa was already slightly out of breath as she put each sock back on, followed by her trainers.
“When you are ready, please start running on the treadmill” Dr Fitzgerald said whilst writing something down on her clipboard. “The timer countdown 30 minutes. I will be back for when you have finished your exercise to commence the study”.
Dr Fitzgerald left the room.
‘Thank God its only a little bit of tickling’ Melissa thought to herself. ‘I couldn’t take anymore of that shit’. She stretched herself a little bit before climbing on the treadmill and pressing the start button. Starting out with a slow jog. She could her the door close from room 1 and Dr Fitzgerald’s stern voice through the walls.
“Ready for the second part of the study” Dr Fitzgerald said. Melissa could not hear the girls reply next door but soon heard a familiar sound.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the girl laughed.
‘That’s going to suck’ she thought to herself before turning her mind away from the noises and concentrate on her running. Soon the laughter stopped and the girl listed off the sensitivity of her body parts. “9,10,9,10,9,9,10” the girl from next door said.
“Fuck, she is ticklish” Melissa said to herself before returning her mind to her running.
“Now, time for phase 3 of the study” Melissa heard Dr Fitzgerald say through the wall.
“Phase 3” the girl said sounding panicked. “Hey, hold on, what are you doing?”
Her voice went quiet.
‘What could the third part be?’ Melissa thought to herself, but shrugged it off and continued running. Before long, the treadmill slowed down and came to a halt. Melissa was quite sweaty as she stood down off the treadmill and took a drink of water. The door opened and Dr Fitzgerald walked in.
“Lie down, trainers and socks off” Dr Fitzgerald said abruptly.
Melissa sat on the table and started unlacing her trainers.
“W-What’s the third part of the study” Melissa said, panting from the exercise.
“We will get to that soon, some people cannot handle a little bit of tickling” Dr Fitzgerald said mockingly. “But you’re not one of those people. Are you?”
“Pffttt, no” Melissa replied, trying to sound braver than she was. She finished taking her trainers and socks off. Her body glistening with beads of sweat. Dr Fitzgerald took out a pair of gloves this time.
“Right, grip the bar please” she said. Melissa complied and grasped the bar with her sweaty palms. Dr Fitzgerald ran both gloved hands over Melissa’s sweaty armpits.
“AAAAAAAGHHH” she squealed as the bristles ran over her sensitive skin, trying her best to keep hold of the bar. But it was no use, within seconds she let go and grabbed her armpits to protect herself.
Dr Fitzgerald took a step back, looked at Melissa from under her glasses.
“Sorry, it just tickles loads” Melissa said apologetically.
“Don’t worry” Dr Fitzgerald said sympathetically. “We have an easier way for you to go about it, if you want”.
“Okay” Melissa quickly replied, thinking she was going to get out of too much tickling.
“Grasp the bar again” Dr Fitzgerald said whilst walking to the wall with the bar attached, removing her gloves. Melissa followed the request before feeling something on her wrists. As she tried to look up, she heard 2 clicks.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Melissa said in a panic, quickly realising that her wrists were secured to the bar.
“You asked for the easy way to complete the study” Dr Fitzgerald said with a smile before putting her gloves back on.
“But I AHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAA” she screamed as the gloved hands ran all over her armpits. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA”. “NOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she laughed as the gloves ran over her ribs and sides. The exercise and sweat had definitely increased her sensitivity. The gloves ran over her stomach as she cackled with laughter, body bouncing off the table, desperately pulling on the wrist cuffs. The gloves moved to her legs and knees as she tried to kick and bounce her legs to get away, to no avail. Dr Fitzgerald stopped and took off her gloves.
“How was that?” She asked with a smug look on her face.
“Fucking horrible” Melissa snapped back. “Now let me go!”
“Not until we have finished” Dr Fitzgerald replied with a grin. “Armpits? Sides? Stomach? Legs?”
“9, all fucking 9” Melissa snapped back.
Dr Fitzgerald started scribbling down on her clipboard. She looked up and Melissa and then turned her eyes down to her feet. Melissa quickly pulled her feet up to her bum.
“Don’t you dare” Melissa said with anger.
“Do you want your money, or not?” Dr Fitzgerald answered abruptly.
Melissa took a deep breath and slowly moved her feet down the table.
“That’s a good girl” Dr Fitzgerald said patronisingly. “But I need to add something for my own protection”. She grabbed a remote and pressed one of the buttons. A whirring noise filled the room as some black padded stocks rose up at the foot of the table.
“I’m out, I’m out” Melissa quickly said. “Let me go, keep your money”.
“Unfortunately, I can’t” the Dr said. “You’ve already signed the agreement”. With that she walked to the wall and pressed the intercom. “Assistance in room 2” she said. Within seconds, 2 burly men walked into the room.
“Feet, now” Dr Fitzgerald instructed. Before Melissa could fight, each man had a grip of an ankle, placing her feet in the stocks and locking it shut. Dr Fitzgerald looked at Melissa menacingly as she put on her other pair of gloves.
“P-P-Please” Melissa begged as each man took hold of her big toe and forced her toes forward towards the floor.
“AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Melissa screamed as the bristles ran over the tops of her feet for what felt like an eternity.
“Lock the toes in” Dr Fitzgerald instructed as the two men pushed her toes back against the stocks and tied her toes into place. Melissa tried to move her feet but couldn’t.
“AHAHAAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOO” Melissa laughed as her soles were scrubbed by the gloves. Her body bouncing up and down on the table. The little feathers then started to torment her toes. She threw her head back again and laughed silently, shaking her head from side to side. Tears running down her cheeks to the table. The tickling stopped, Melissa lay there panting and trying to catch her breath.
As Dr Fitzgerald started to remove her gloves, Melissa blurted out “10,10 and fucking 10”. She took another breath, “you’ve proved your point, now let me go and give me my money”.
“Ha ha ha” Dr Fitzgerald laughed to herself. “We are not done yet, we still have phase 3 of the study”.
“NO, IM FUCKING DONE” Melissa angrily shouted. “LET ME GOOOOMMPPPHHHHH”. Dr Fitzgerald shoved a ball gag in her mouth. “That will keep you quiet for a bit” she said whilst clipping it behind Melissa’s head. “I wouldn’t want you to put off all the other subjects, now would I?”
“Mmmmm Mmmmmpphhhh” Melissa tried to speak.
“Good question” Dr Fitzgerald mocked. “Phase 3 is to slowly dry your skin of the sweat before we test your sensitivity again. But first, we need to moisturise your body. We’ve got to take care of you skin, don’t we”. She winked at Melissa as the 2 men approached with some lotion. One massaging it into her upper body and the other massaging it into her lower body.
“MMMPPHH” Melissa protested again.
“Feels good, doesn’t it” Dr Fitzgerald joked as she walked out of the room. Once the 2 men had finished covering her skin in moisturiser, they wheeled a small heater towards her feet, placing it a foot away. One of them flicked the switch on the wall. A blinding red light covered Melissa’s body from above, slowly warming her skin. The second flicked the switch on the heater at her feet.
The first man placed some sun bed glasses over her eyes, everything went dark. Melissa heard the door close as she lay there catching her breath, soon she dozed off.
She was awoken by the muffled laughter and screams coming from the girl in the room next door. She tried to focus her mind on something else but couldn’t, the heat grew stronger on her body over the next 10 minutes before she heard the door open again. She gulped deeply, scared of what would happen to her.
She heard the footsteps of the 2 men approach her, the heat from above her slowly went away.
“MMPPHH” she tried to get their attention but they ignored her, focused on their jobs. Melissa felt a strap tighten over her elbows, pinning her arms firmly to the table. Next a strap was placed over forehead, one over her hips and another over her thighs and shins. All she could move was her fingers. A whirring noise was coming from above her for a few seconds, then the men left again and closed the door. Melissa lay there for the next 10 minutes, still listening to the muffled screams and laughter coming from next door.
The door opened again and the sound of Dr Fitzgerald’s heels filled the room, getting lounder as they approached closer to Melissa’s bound body. There was a blinding light as the glasses were removed from Melissa’s eyes. Her eyes slowly began to focus again revealing some blurry black circles above her. As they focused, Melissa quickly realised that these black circles were actually covered in bristles, ranging in length, longer on the outside and small in the centre of the discs. She could make out there were 2 above her armpits and one above her belly but that’s all she could see with her head pinned down.
“Melissa, do you know what the TK of TK Sensory Research stands for?” Dr Fitzgerald said.
“Mmppphhh” Melissa tried to speak.
“Not quite” Dr Fitzgerald mocked. “It stands for Tickle”.
Melissa gulped again.
“I am Dr. Jane Fitzgerald, one of the researchers for the Ministry of Defence. I specialise in torture methods, specifically, tickling”.
Melissa let out a muffled groan.
“The interesting thing with tickle torture is that, not only is it effective, but it leaves no obvious marks on a soldiers body” Dr Fitzgerald said. “We are testing regular people on the effectiveness of it, combined with sweat. You see, a solider will sweat when he or she knows they are about to be interrogated, hence the exercise”.
“Mpphhhhh” Melissa tried to speak again.
“Now, what you have signed, obviously without reading properly is a contract. This contract prevents you from speaking about what you have and will experience today. If you do speak about it, you will be arrested and be placed in a military jail, for a very long time. Got it?”
“Mpphh”
“Now that your skin has dried, we will commence phase 3” Dr Fitzgerald instructed. “You’re body will experience a level of ticklishness that will only be worsened by phase 4”.
“Mpphhhhh”
“Phase 4 is a fun one” Dr Fitzgerald joked. “That’s normally the breaking point for soldiers. Now, can you see the discs above you? Those discs spin at different speeds and will randomly touch down on your most sensitive parts of your body. For you, and that little whimpy bitch next door, is everywhere. I hope you have fun”.
Dr Fitzgerald walked away and took a seat in her chair. The discs above Melissa started to spin slowly. She could see the two above her armpits getting closer. She shut her eyes tightly as the bristles touched down in her armpits.
“MMMAHAHAHAMMMPPHHHHHAHAHAHAHAMMPPHH” she laughed into the gag, unable to move to get away. The bristles spun quicker and quicker, tears streamed down her face to the table. Minutes of laughing into the gag passed before the discs retracted.
Before she could catch her breath, the disc hit her stomach, sending her into spasms of ticklish laughter into the gag. She had never experienced anything like this before. Her stomach tensing and twitching repeatably, finally, the disc retracted again. Melissa took a sigh of relief, forgetting about the possibility of other discs that were out of her vision.
Discs touched down on both sides of her, covering from her hips to her ribs.
“MMMAHAHAHAMMMPPHHHHHAHAHAHAHAMMPPHH” She screamed into the gag, crying with laughter as the bristles tormented her for the next few minutes before retracting.
Multiple discs touched down on her hips, thighs and knees sending her back into screams of laughter before finally stopping. Melissa thought she was going to pass out. She knew what was coming, the silence in between was almost as bad as the tickling. She heard the whirring of the discs towards her feet, she could feel the slight breeze caused by them, she closed her eyes in anticipation before they touched down.
“MMMAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHAHHAHAHA” She screamed into her gag as one larger disc was tickling each sole and multiple small discs attacking her toes. She laughed into her gag as the speed picked up. The discs on her soles stopped whilst the little discs continued to torture her toes. Her face was turning a bright shade of pink as she could not escape from the tickling.
The discs stopped, she caught her breath and opened her eyes. To her horror she saw the discs above her all turn on and lower towards her body. All of them touched her skin at the same time sending her into overload. She screamed and laughed into her gag as bristles tickled her entire body.
Just before she passed out, the tickling stopped. Dr Fitzgerald walked over to her and removed her gag.
“Enjoy that?” She said with a smile.
“F-F-fuck Y-y-ou” Melissa responded, completely out of breath.
“Looks like you are perfect to try stage 4” Dr Fitzgerald said with delight. “That stupid girl next door passed out. Weak bitch”.
“W-what’s stage 4” Melissa responded, defeated.
“Im glad you asked” Dr Fitzgerald said with joy. “Did you notice the pads in you shorts and running bra? Well, those are, actually I will let you find out for yourself”.
She sat back down and flicked a switch. All of the pads started to vibrate, one on each nipple and one over her pussy. Melissa went white, her stomach tensed again as the slow vibrations sent shockwaves up and down her body.
“No, Please don’t” she begged.
Dr Fitzgerald looked at her watch. “It looks as if you still have an hour left with me, so, lets continue”.
“Please turn it offfffffffffmmmmmmm” Melissa moaned as the intensity of the vibrations increased. Dr Fitzgerald stood up and walked to the table, she leaned over Melissa’s head to the discs above her flipping them over to reveal the other side covered in lots of small white feathers. Melissa bit down on her bottom lip as she watched Dr Fitzgerald turn all the visible discs over and then walk away.
The discs started to spin slowly and move towards her body slowly touching down on her skin. The small fluffy feathers stroked and glided across her underarms, stomach and legs, sending ticklish pleasure up and down her body.
“MMMmmmmmmmm” Melissa moaned as the intensity of the vibrations increased again. Her breathing got deeper and deeper as she became increasingly wet.
“Stop, stop mmmmmmmmm” she moaned as she became close to climaxing.
The vibrating and the discs stopped as silence filled the room before the whirring from the bottom of the table started.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she exploded with laughter again as the bristles spun on her feet and toes.
“STTTOOOPPPPPPPHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.
Her feet were tortured again for another 5 minutes before the bristles stopped.
“W-w-what are you doing?” Melissa panted out.
“You need to work for it” Dr Fitzgerald responded quickly before turning on the feather and the vibrators again.
“FUCK YOUUUUUUMMMMMM” Melissa moaned again. Her nipples were hard and her clit was wet as the vibrations once again sent her into ecstasy.
“MMMMMMMMM” she moaned out before they stopped again.
“AHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAA” she screamed as her feet were tickle tortured once again. “PLEEEAASSSAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
This went on for another few minutes before the vibrators started again.
“J-J-Just let me cu-uuummmmm” Melissa called out.
“Very well” replied Dr Fitzgerald. She increased the intensity to maximum, sat back and watched Melissa pant and moan her way to climax.
She turned off the vibrator and feathers, walked back to Melissa and started to turn the discs back over again.
“N-n-no more, please” Melissa begged.
“But you are only at the start of stage 4” Dr Fitzgerald responded.
“THE START?” Melissa shouted.
“Of course” Dr Fitzgerald joked. “You nerves are always extra sensitive after you have had an orgasm. By the end of this, you will do anything I say”.
“FUCK YOU” Melissa shouted back as she watched the discs begin spinning again, lowering themselves towards her.
“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NNOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHA SHAHAHAHAPPPP ITTTTTTAHAHAHAHAHA” Melissa screamed as all discs spun at the same time covering her whole body. “TUUUAHAHAHAHAHARRRNNNNN ITTT OFFFFAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Tears began streaming down her bright red face again, minute upon minute passed, feeling like hours to Melissa. All she could do was lie there and laugh as the bristles tickle tortured her body.
Dr Fitzgerald turned the discs off. “All you have to do is agree to this treatment for 3 hours a day, for the next week”. Melissa did not respond.
“Very well” Dr Fitzgerald replied as she turned the discs back on.
“AAAHAHAHAHA FUUUCKKKK HAHAHA YOOUUU HAHAHAHAHA” Melissa laughed.
After 10 more minutes passed of the torture, Melissa was ready to give in.
“STAAAPPPPAAHAHA”
Dr Fitzgerald stopped the discs.
“I-I-I will do it” Melissa panted out.
“Good girl, you were tough but we have broken you”
Melissa caught her breath back slowly.
“But, you still have 20 more minutes left” Dr Fitzgerald laughed as she turned the discs back on.
“NOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Melissa exploded again.
Finally she passed out.
She was awoken by a glass of water thrown on her. As she woke up dazed, she realised that she could move her limbs again. She turned her head to see Dr Fitzgerald stood over her.
“How was that?” Dr Fitzgerald asked with a smile.
“T-Torture” Melissa panted back.
“Good, I look forward to breaking you again tomorrow” Dr Fitzgerald said with a smile. “My guards will show you to your room, so you can get some sleep before we try to intensify things tomorrow”.
Melissa just threw her head back and looked at the discs above her. Dreading the next day.
