ShadowTklr
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The Best Medicine
By ShadowTklr
Sharon Jennings opened her eyes slowly as she regained consciousness. She didn't remember much about the events of earlier except she was about to put her key in the lock of her new car, the champagne-colored BMW that daddy had just recently bought her, when someone accosted her from behind. The person placed a handkerchief over her nose and mouth. She was immediately overtaken by a bittersweet smell - then, everything went black.
As Sharon's consciousness slowly reported back to her, the first thing she noticed was a loud, monotone humming sound droning in her ears. Something was pressing against either side of her head. Sharon deduced they were some kind of headphones. The sound was not painful, but the noise was steady and unrelenting, allowing for no other sound to share its platform. Sharon blinked rapidly in her confused state, noticing that she still could not see anything. There was no sight at all. She reached for her ears in an attempt to quiet the din, but her confusion increased as she realized she was unable to lift her arms. Shaking her head drunkenly, Sharon sought to smack her lips in a tasting manner. Her mouth was dry and she denoted a taste of rubber. Her confusion would give way to sheer panic in a split second as she realized she was unable to move her mouth either. In fact, her mouth appeared to be wrapped around something smooth, and spongy that she could not dislodge. She tried to roll over to stand up, but her legs appeared to be trapped somehow. She could not move.
As the humming continued, so too did Sharon's growing panic. She took note that she was lying on her back on something firm, but giving, and that her arms were trapped across her chest. Something was gripping around her head, which was possibly holding whatever was lodged in her mouth. Sharon began beating the floor with her back, looking around wildly as her need to see struggled with the unyielding darkness. An instant later, lights glared around the room, momentarily blinding Sharon again, this time with an overwhelming brightness. In a matter of a minute, Sharon's eyes began to adjust to the light. She laid her head back, and looked straight up toward the ceiling. What she would see next, would reveal the reason for her helplessness.
Sharon was staring at her own reflection - a reflection coming from a large mirror mounted in the ceiling. There she saw herself, peering back at her with the same incredulous look on her face. She was bound helplessly tight, on her back, in a specially designed padded cell that she quickly recognized as being part of a sub-basement lab in a long-since abandoned annex of the very sanitarium of which she was the chief administrator.
Her body was wrapped tightly in an inescapable straight jacket - a new design that immobilized the wearer by applying isometric tension. The jacket met each resistant tug from the wearer with an equally opposite resistance that in a short time would fatigue the wearer into submission. It was an ingenious and simple design. Sharon ordered 50 for her hospital. The first notice of its effectiveness was that it applied the strictest of tension, pulling Sharon's arms so high across her chest, that she was practically hugging her own neck. An additional strap had been wrapped around her two bound arms, and pulled taut around her neck, hence bringing her arms to their elevated position. The new design of this straight jacket called for the traditional groin strap to be replaced by a tubular, sleek, thick elastic cord that when pulled tightly, intruded upon the genitals of its wearer similar to the strapping of a bull's scrotum for a rodeo show. In Sharon's case, the cord had been pulled unreasonably tight, forcing it like a biting wedgie in the crack of her ass, and stretched like a rubber band between her slightly parted labia.
She noticed that a set of headphones had been tightly strapped to her head, from which the blaring, humming was emitting. Sharon could hear nothing but the incessant noise. It was driving her crazy. Her once skirt-covered, nylon clad legs were now completely bare and sticking straight out.
Her ankles, raised slightly off the padded floor, were locked snuggly in two holes in the wall. A large, framed picture mirror sat recessed in the wall, directly above her trapped ankles. The mirror allowed for visibility only from the other side. She wriggled her body impotently on the soft floor and she gasped and grunted in a frustrated frenzy, wheezing spittle from around the ball gag, and joggling from side to side in vain attempts to free herself. Despite her best efforts, and some dynamic displays of abdominal strength, mostly from the hours of sit-ups she did each day, gravity would remain the victor, forcing her back to a lying position after each futile attempt.
Giving up momentarily from fatigue, Sharon dropped back down, resigning herself to her helpless condition. Her eyes groped the ceiling, searching for some other object to fix upon, but was left with nothing but her own image, like a living portrait of bondage, leering down at her as an unrelenting display of her immobility and helplessness.
The door to the padded room swung open and two very attractive brunettes entered. They sauntered unnoticed toward the writhing woman and stopped to peer down at her trapped form. These women were both magnificent in their appearance. One had startlingly deep blue eyes; the other, brown. They both wore indecently high-hemmed white skirts that flattered their strong, smooth thighs. Their white blouses flaunted slightly more than a hint of cleavage, their breasts held firmly by their under-wire bras as though being gently lifted by the palms of two hands. Their matching ensemble also included 3/4 length white medical jackets stethoscopes poking from the breast pocket, and white 4" pumps with white, silk-seamed stockings adorned their lengthy legs and feet.
Sharon, unable to hear the door opening, or the muted snickers of her newly arrived observers, turned her head to find herself staring directly at the toe cleavage protruding gently from the four high heels. Sharon's eyes tearfully viewed up the length of their legs, climbing their trim, well-framed bodies, until she reached their faces.
Underneath the disingenuous concern and supposed outrage for the practices of the doctors, lay an unseemly motive that rose above all others. Sharon was seeking revenge for being led on and spurned by the two of them.
Sharon was a frustrated Bi, as the Drs. called her. It was obvious to Helena and Catherine that Sharon was overly flirtatious, and often times appeared to be even subservient to the two of them. She acted like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever she was around the two of them. They both found Sharon to be very attractive, but she was a bitch, so they refused to give her the time of day.
On several occasions, Sharon had hit on both of them in search of a date. After numerous refusals and put-offs, Sharon actually blackmailed them with both their jobs and reputations, to perform sexual acts for her. The women acquiesced at that time because they were struggling to make a name for themselves, and Sharon had the influence with her father to keep the grant money coming. They clearly had no choice.
During these tawdry sessions, Sharon revealed that she would sometimes sneak to the sub-basement unnoticed and gape with a delighted perversion at the Drs. while they were performing some of their experiments. She claimed that watching turned her on. Both Catherine and Helena looked upon Sharon with contemptuous disgust.
Then, one day, both doctors had become the targets of a negligence investigation headed up by Sharon. Recently, she had turned them down
on their request for funding of a new anti-depression procedure they were experimenting with. The two of them would steal away late into the night in the sub-basement of the hospital. No one knew for sure what they were doing, but it had been rumored that screams were heard coming from the sub-basement on several occasions. One nurse described the screams as "maniacal."
Helena and Catherine both looked down at their bound captive with evil delight. Sharon began shouting through her gag, and pounding her back and shoulders against the floor.
The two Drs. continued to opine the possibilities of Sharon's captivity, looking down again at Sharon whose eyes were by now, swiftly toggling back and forth between the two smiling captors. Due to the continued humming in Sharon's ears, she could not hear a thing. She could only see the movements of the women's mouths as they chattered back and forth between one another, and continued to gander Sharon as though taking in the "meaning" of a piece of artwork at the gallery.
Not wanting to wear out their newest victim too early, Catherine motioned to Helena to remove Sharon's gag, and to turn off the awful humming. Helena obeyed dutifully, crouching down to reach Sharon as she thrashed wildly. The burning hum was deadened, and Sharon flopped back gratefully, however as soon as the gag was removed, Sharon delivered a fierce tongue lashing to her two sexy captors. Both Catherine and Helena just stood motionless, gazing at Sharon with amused expressions.
Sharon's frustration grew to alarming heights as she was forced to lie there, completely bound and helpless, left to guess at what would come next, and receiving no affirming reply to indicate that either of these two sadists were taking her seriously.
Helena turned toward Sharon, who was swaying a long, blue feather in the air before Sharon's terrified face. She did not yet advance, but merely stood before her with a wicked smile on her face and that damn feather whisking back and forth in the air. Sharon knew what was to come. She had seen it far too many times. There was some sort of perverted pleasure derived from watching what these two had done to so many women before her, but now, it appeared it was her turn.
Before Sharon even had a chance to respond, Catherine crouched down and straddled her head with her knees, facing her feet and then clamped Sharon's head between them, effectively pinning her head immobile in a vice-like grip. Helena sauntered over to Sharon, slowly placing the quill of the stiff, menacing feather between the index and forefinger of her right hand. She then plopped herself down next to Sharon's waist, sitting Indian style, now twirling the feather between her fingers.
Sharon immediately began grunting and clenching her teeth in an attempt to deny Catherine and Helena the satisfaction of making her laugh. Catherine, still not releasing her grip on Sharon's head, looked on and smiled.
Helena now placed the electrifying tip of the feather to the side of Sharon's waist and lazily dragged it horizontally across her tummy, just beneath her navel to the other side. She withdrew, and repeated the long, torturous stroke again, then again, and a third time. Sharon's spasming navel was all Helena and Catherine needed to see to know that Sharon was very ticklish.
As the feather stroking continued, Sharon chirped and squealed, looking up at Catherine with a renewed expression of anticipation and determination, trying to hide her obvious sensitivity, and still denying the evil women their due. Her composure would be reduced to dust at what was to come next.
Helena dropped the feather in an instant, smiled at Sharon, and with a dripping sweet expression in her voice said "Pinch an inch, darling?"
Her fingers began tweaking the area where Sharon's love handles would be, even though she didn't have so much as an inch of fat on her entire body, never mind her waist.
Sharon exploded with horrified laughter. She could not believe how badly Helena was tickling her with just the slightest tweaking on her sides. Sharon simply could not formulate a coherent thought under the duress of such ministrations. All she could do was laugh.
The waist tweaking continued unabated and undeterred. Sharon's face was turning red with exasperation at what these two were doing to her.
Sharon had been an intolerable, egomaniacal Daddy's-girl for far too long now. It was time to give her a taste of humility, and Catherine and Helena were just the women to do it. Now, here she was, in exactly the position she would have most dreaded, being subject to the horrific tickling that she had excitedly witnessed others' subjected to so many times in the past. Only now they were in a soundproof room with HER as their hostage, and both of them had nothing but evil intent on their minds.
Sharon was beginning to go wild, desperately writhing her arms and trying to move her head from between Catherine's legs. Helena, seeing Sharon's desperation growing exponentially to the tickle torture, began teasing Sharon further, sweeping the backs of the pointed tips of her well-manicured nails across the quivering, goose-bumped flesh of Sharon.
Catherine looked on with growing excitement and it wasn't long before she had to join in on the fun. She reached into the hip pocket of her lab coat, and withdrew a sable brush. She showed it to Sharon who was having trouble focusing through her tear-blurred eyes. But it didn't matter, the sensation would bring her right into focus.
Catherine lowered the soft wispy bristles to Sharon's nose, tickling the bridge and around the outer part of her nostrils. Between the two competing sensations, Sharon was no longer laughing, she was screaming. Her face burst forth with blushing all about it. Her mouth gaped open in such helpless laughter.
When Helena and Catherine finally relented, Sharon was twisting and yelling for relief. The two evil doctors looked at each other with great satisfaction at how effectively they had broken their administrator/captive.
Sharon was begging and pleading to do anything if the two women would simply not tickle her. The women stood side by side gazing sympathetically at Sharon's condition.
Sharon began begging in torrents as she saw her two captors turn and head for the door. The women looked back over their shoulders, giggling as they walked out of the room in their stocking feet. Catherine peeked her head in the room one last time.
Since Helena and Catherine shared all of their horror stories about sessions with Sharon in the past, they both knew first hand of her intolerable
ticklishness. Sharon had spoken quite often about her literal fear of being tickled.
Just then, they decided to break the silence. A speaker crackled in the padded cell, and Sharon could hear the familiar voice of Helena.
Catherine, wasting no time, placed her face close to Sharon's writhing left bare sole and wiggled her fingernails inches from the wrinkled foot, reciting
Sharon began to feel the points of their sharp, long nails at her feet and toes.
As Sharon broke once again into fitful laughter, Helena , and Catherine, sadistically tickled the sensitive feet that poked through the wall in front of them like prized trophy heads in a hunters Big Game room. The sight of this spectacle and the sounds emanating from the speakers in the observation room was enough to prompt both ladies to seek their own satisfaction between their partly opened legs.
elena produced a sharp-pointed feather, and began using the quill tip to trace the words "Bad Girl" on the bound woman's heels. Sharon screamed with such force at the application of this feather stem, that it momentarily shocked the two doctors. As this was only momentary, they resumed their tickling assault with sadistic enthusiasm. Sharon's laughter turned to sheer madness. Her begging was pitiful, but her ear splitting screeches of torture, were absorbed by the padded walls of her cell.
Helena gazed through the darkened glass at Sharon's writhing body, as she moved her tickling fingers to her wildly wiggling toes. She loved the sight of Sharon, struggling, panicking, screaming with insane abandon. Catherine was now sucking the toes of Sharon's right foot, while tickling her heel. Helena had moved her attack to Sharon's left ankle and heel causing the trapped appendage to twist with even more violent attempts at release.
Their tandem torture of their poor man's feet would be revenge for many months of blackmail and for denying them the funding for their project. They ravaged her feet like hungry animals using both mouths and fingernails to scoot speedily around every inch of her bare, trembling feet.
The women's fingers kept up a steady pace of non-stop tickling, flicking and tweaking. Catherine jumped up as if she had forgotten a cake in the oven.
Both women stopped momentarily and Sharon slumped hard on the floor, panting and gasping for much needed air. Residual giggling still spilled out of her mouth as she sucked oxygen into her lungs.
Catherine opened the drawer of a nearby table and produced a bottle of baby oil and a plastic-bristled hairbrush. Helena got on the microphone to further taunt and torment Sharon.
Suddenly, Sharon felt a warm liquid being poured onto her feet and gently rubbed in. But this soothing feeling would soon be replaced by a truly maddening one, for her two tormentors were each holding a brush. Then, as if pricked by a sharp nail, Sharon jerked violently and began laughing incessantly. The two vixens were now applying even strokes with the brushes to the entire length of each of her bare foot soles. Back and forth, back and forth - the balls of her feet would be next, then the outsides and the arches.
The tickling was positively unbearable! Sharon thrashed with insane laughter, screaming pleas, threats, and incoherent phrases of desperation. Catherine and Helena were tickling Sharon without stop. They wouldn't even give her time to catch her breath. Just tickling, tickling, tickling. It was too much. Sharon had never felt tickling like this in her life. The foot tickling she had experienced at the hands of these two sadists, just earlier, was nothing compared to this torture. Sharon screamed mindlessly with each renewed tickling attack on her sensitive feet.
Making her promise to grant the money at this point would simply not be good enough. They had to break her totally. Punish her as a personal vendetta for the humiliation they had suffered at her cruel hand for more than 3 months.
Sharon could barely hear what she was saying over the din of her own laughter. Never before had he felt anything so incredibly ticklish. Still, considering her tortured state, Sharon's libido was raging with excitement. She couldn't explain why. The tickling of her feet was serving to increase her sexual arousal and now the dual sensations were conspiring against her, sending her to the brink of her insanity. The foot tickling continued unabated for another 10 minutes.
When the foot tickling finally ceased, Sharon was still laughing and panting for a full minute, intermittently jerking and spasming for fear that the tickling would resume at any moment. Helena and Dr. Catherine now fully excited themselves, decided to play one final torturous game with their slave. They would resume the tummy torture they had started earlier; only this time they would see if their slave could plead just a little more convincingly.
Unfortunately, for that particular subject, the doctors' became so sexually aroused by administering the teasing, that they didn't even realize they had teased and tickled their subject into unconsciousness a total of 5 times - each time she would awaken screaming. Finally, they announced that they were going to make this poor girl apologize.
Once again Sharon heard the unbolting of the heavy metal door and viewed the stocking feet of her tormentors walking closer to her. Sharon erupted in immediate pleas for mercy. The two doctors, remaining silent, both knelt at her tummy and began to lightly rake their long fingernails over her mid-section. Sharon's screaming and pleading continued uninterrupted as she futily tried to capture just one glance from either of them. But they never looked at her - never acknowledged her. They just kept right on stroking, raking, and tickling their breathless victim.
Then, without warning, Catherine ran into the other room and began a continued assault on Sharon's bare feet with the brushes while Helena, never increasing her speed or pressure persisted in tickling Sharon's tummy.
She then re-introduced the Sable brush and tickled the rim of her navel for another 15 minutes.
The tickling and teasing was more that Sharon could tolerate. Her mind was about to snap from the incredible overload of sensations. Her continued pleading had escalated to screaming once again and still the two sadists pursued her tummy and feet with a vengeance. Just when it looked as though Sharon would surely pass out from the unrelenting torture, Helena retrieved the chair she was sitting in earlier and straddled it over Sharon's wildly wiggling body, facing her. She then sat down and raised her feet up so she would be able to see the bottoms.
Helena was now taunting Sharon with promises that the tickling would go on forever.
She was so wild at this point that she simply could not take anymore. Her eyes roamed the room, focusing on nothing and looking right through her two tormentors. She was so deep in tickled torment, she hardly noticed that Helena had skipped off into the room to have yet another go at Sharon's helpless feet.
She grabbed the bottle of oil and poured another generous amount on Sharon's toes. She then slid her greasy, slippery fingers in between each and every toe, pausing momentarily to tickle the highly sensitive skin between them.
Helena began taunting again.
Then, Sharon wrenched her body violently, yelling long and guttural and her body quivered uncontrollably. Seeing that the tickle torture had taken the desired effect, Catherine and Helena relented their attack.
Catherine and Helena looked down at their exhausted, babbling victim. Catherine bent over and kissed Sharon softly on the mouth. Helena walked around to the other side of the wall to Sharon's feet, which were still twitching from the Hellish ordeal. Catherine soon followed her.
Catherine spoke into the microphone.
The End
By ShadowTklr
Sharon Jennings opened her eyes slowly as she regained consciousness. She didn't remember much about the events of earlier except she was about to put her key in the lock of her new car, the champagne-colored BMW that daddy had just recently bought her, when someone accosted her from behind. The person placed a handkerchief over her nose and mouth. She was immediately overtaken by a bittersweet smell - then, everything went black.
As Sharon's consciousness slowly reported back to her, the first thing she noticed was a loud, monotone humming sound droning in her ears. Something was pressing against either side of her head. Sharon deduced they were some kind of headphones. The sound was not painful, but the noise was steady and unrelenting, allowing for no other sound to share its platform. Sharon blinked rapidly in her confused state, noticing that she still could not see anything. There was no sight at all. She reached for her ears in an attempt to quiet the din, but her confusion increased as she realized she was unable to lift her arms. Shaking her head drunkenly, Sharon sought to smack her lips in a tasting manner. Her mouth was dry and she denoted a taste of rubber. Her confusion would give way to sheer panic in a split second as she realized she was unable to move her mouth either. In fact, her mouth appeared to be wrapped around something smooth, and spongy that she could not dislodge. She tried to roll over to stand up, but her legs appeared to be trapped somehow. She could not move.
As the humming continued, so too did Sharon's growing panic. She took note that she was lying on her back on something firm, but giving, and that her arms were trapped across her chest. Something was gripping around her head, which was possibly holding whatever was lodged in her mouth. Sharon began beating the floor with her back, looking around wildly as her need to see struggled with the unyielding darkness. An instant later, lights glared around the room, momentarily blinding Sharon again, this time with an overwhelming brightness. In a matter of a minute, Sharon's eyes began to adjust to the light. She laid her head back, and looked straight up toward the ceiling. What she would see next, would reveal the reason for her helplessness.
Sharon was staring at her own reflection - a reflection coming from a large mirror mounted in the ceiling. There she saw herself, peering back at her with the same incredulous look on her face. She was bound helplessly tight, on her back, in a specially designed padded cell that she quickly recognized as being part of a sub-basement lab in a long-since abandoned annex of the very sanitarium of which she was the chief administrator.
Her body was wrapped tightly in an inescapable straight jacket - a new design that immobilized the wearer by applying isometric tension. The jacket met each resistant tug from the wearer with an equally opposite resistance that in a short time would fatigue the wearer into submission. It was an ingenious and simple design. Sharon ordered 50 for her hospital. The first notice of its effectiveness was that it applied the strictest of tension, pulling Sharon's arms so high across her chest, that she was practically hugging her own neck. An additional strap had been wrapped around her two bound arms, and pulled taut around her neck, hence bringing her arms to their elevated position. The new design of this straight jacket called for the traditional groin strap to be replaced by a tubular, sleek, thick elastic cord that when pulled tightly, intruded upon the genitals of its wearer similar to the strapping of a bull's scrotum for a rodeo show. In Sharon's case, the cord had been pulled unreasonably tight, forcing it like a biting wedgie in the crack of her ass, and stretched like a rubber band between her slightly parted labia.
She noticed that a set of headphones had been tightly strapped to her head, from which the blaring, humming was emitting. Sharon could hear nothing but the incessant noise. It was driving her crazy. Her once skirt-covered, nylon clad legs were now completely bare and sticking straight out.
Her ankles, raised slightly off the padded floor, were locked snuggly in two holes in the wall. A large, framed picture mirror sat recessed in the wall, directly above her trapped ankles. The mirror allowed for visibility only from the other side. She wriggled her body impotently on the soft floor and she gasped and grunted in a frustrated frenzy, wheezing spittle from around the ball gag, and joggling from side to side in vain attempts to free herself. Despite her best efforts, and some dynamic displays of abdominal strength, mostly from the hours of sit-ups she did each day, gravity would remain the victor, forcing her back to a lying position after each futile attempt.
Giving up momentarily from fatigue, Sharon dropped back down, resigning herself to her helpless condition. Her eyes groped the ceiling, searching for some other object to fix upon, but was left with nothing but her own image, like a living portrait of bondage, leering down at her as an unrelenting display of her immobility and helplessness.
"What is going on?" She pondered fitfully, articulating her words quite well in her mind, no doubt, but uttering nothing but incoherent grunts and whines from behind the imposing ball gag. "How did I get here? What's happening?"
The door to the padded room swung open and two very attractive brunettes entered. They sauntered unnoticed toward the writhing woman and stopped to peer down at her trapped form. These women were both magnificent in their appearance. One had startlingly deep blue eyes; the other, brown. They both wore indecently high-hemmed white skirts that flattered their strong, smooth thighs. Their white blouses flaunted slightly more than a hint of cleavage, their breasts held firmly by their under-wire bras as though being gently lifted by the palms of two hands. Their matching ensemble also included 3/4 length white medical jackets stethoscopes poking from the breast pocket, and white 4" pumps with white, silk-seamed stockings adorned their lengthy legs and feet.
Sharon, unable to hear the door opening, or the muted snickers of her newly arrived observers, turned her head to find herself staring directly at the toe cleavage protruding gently from the four high heels. Sharon's eyes tearfully viewed up the length of their legs, climbing their trim, well-framed bodies, until she reached their faces.
"MMMMMPPPHHH!" Sharon exclaimed with sheer surprise and panic.
Sharon's fear momentarily turned to anger as she realized that she was being held hostage by the hospital's resident psycho neurologists, Dr. Helena Weiss and Dr. Catherine Sheppard. These two incredibly beautiful and statuesque women had made quite a reputation for themselves as a result of their unorthodox practices and experiments in the areas of sexual and tactile stimuli - not exactly what the hospital had in mind. In fact, the only reason these Drs. Remained on staff there was because of Sharon's Father. He was almost single-handedly responsible for the continued funding of this research. The official story for why Sharon treated these doctors with such disdain is that she was convinced her father had been sold a bill of goods by these two quacks, and she was making it her mission in life to rid the hospital of both of them. Underneath the disingenuous concern and supposed outrage for the practices of the doctors, lay an unseemly motive that rose above all others. Sharon was seeking revenge for being led on and spurned by the two of them.
Sharon was a frustrated Bi, as the Drs. called her. It was obvious to Helena and Catherine that Sharon was overly flirtatious, and often times appeared to be even subservient to the two of them. She acted like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever she was around the two of them. They both found Sharon to be very attractive, but she was a bitch, so they refused to give her the time of day.
On several occasions, Sharon had hit on both of them in search of a date. After numerous refusals and put-offs, Sharon actually blackmailed them with both their jobs and reputations, to perform sexual acts for her. The women acquiesced at that time because they were struggling to make a name for themselves, and Sharon had the influence with her father to keep the grant money coming. They clearly had no choice.
During these tawdry sessions, Sharon revealed that she would sometimes sneak to the sub-basement unnoticed and gape with a delighted perversion at the Drs. while they were performing some of their experiments. She claimed that watching turned her on. Both Catherine and Helena looked upon Sharon with contemptuous disgust.
Then, one day, both doctors had become the targets of a negligence investigation headed up by Sharon. Recently, she had turned them down
on their request for funding of a new anti-depression procedure they were experimenting with. The two of them would steal away late into the night in the sub-basement of the hospital. No one knew for sure what they were doing, but it had been rumored that screams were heard coming from the sub-basement on several occasions. One nurse described the screams as "maniacal."
Helena and Catherine both looked down at their bound captive with evil delight. Sharon began shouting through her gag, and pounding her back and shoulders against the floor.
"MMMMPH FUMMMMPKK BEHMMMTSSS!"
Both women looked down at Sharon inquisitively, then looked at each other, folding their arms as they did. Catherine laughed loudly at Sharon's bumbling attempts at intimidation. "I think the humming is driving her nuts. Perhaps we should turn it off, and remove her gag. She looks like she has something very important to tell us."
Catherine walked behind Helena, exclaiming in a rather assertive tone. She ran a single long fingernail down the nape of Helena's neck as she spoke. Helena recoiled with a giggle."Now you stop that, you tease. She can't hear us you know. I like that."
Helena shifted her weight to one leg, assuming the posture of a person who is not going anywhere for a while. She placed her hands on her hips. "I wonder what's going on in her head. What do you suppose she thinks we're talking about?"
Helena lifted a long pinky fingernail to her lips, and gazed on questioningly. The two Drs. continued to opine the possibilities of Sharon's captivity, looking down again at Sharon whose eyes were by now, swiftly toggling back and forth between the two smiling captors. Due to the continued humming in Sharon's ears, she could not hear a thing. She could only see the movements of the women's mouths as they chattered back and forth between one another, and continued to gander Sharon as though taking in the "meaning" of a piece of artwork at the gallery.
"One more minute. I think she's about to break." Declared Helena as she smiled broadly, waiting for the unspoken signal that would tell her Sharon was ready for the next step.
As if on cue, Sharon began pounding her back against the floor, and soon tears welled up and spilled over from her beautiful green eyes, smearing her perfectly applied mascara. Not wanting to wear out their newest victim too early, Catherine motioned to Helena to remove Sharon's gag, and to turn off the awful humming. Helena obeyed dutifully, crouching down to reach Sharon as she thrashed wildly. The burning hum was deadened, and Sharon flopped back gratefully, however as soon as the gag was removed, Sharon delivered a fierce tongue lashing to her two sexy captors. Both Catherine and Helena just stood motionless, gazing at Sharon with amused expressions.
Sharon's frustration grew to alarming heights as she was forced to lie there, completely bound and helpless, left to guess at what would come next, and receiving no affirming reply to indicate that either of these two sadists were taking her seriously.
"I'll see you in jail for this, you bitches!! Let me go! Let me go!!"
Catherine knelt down at Sharon's head. Sharon couldn't help but notice her bright blue eyes, magnified by the lenses of her glasses. Catherine looked down at Sharon with an evil grin - her beautiful, thick red lips curling on each end - bordering somewhere between mad and contemptuous. Catherine watched her struggle frustratingly against her bindings, still not uttering a word for a minute or so, then suddenly she spoke. "Amazing." Mewed Catherine, tilting her head as if studying some enigmatic organism.
This humiliation was almost more than Sharon could bear. Catherine continued."She doesn't look nearly as forceful in this position. Wouldn't you agree Dr?"
They both laughed loudly and Helena moved toward the side of the room to retrieve something from the drawers of the medicine cabinet. Sharon's eyes grew large with fear and anticipation. She suspected, based on her many secret observations that these two women were unstable sadists, and both of them had more than an ax to grind with her, but what were they going to do with her?Helena turned toward Sharon, who was swaying a long, blue feather in the air before Sharon's terrified face. She did not yet advance, but merely stood before her with a wicked smile on her face and that damn feather whisking back and forth in the air. Sharon knew what was to come. She had seen it far too many times. There was some sort of perverted pleasure derived from watching what these two had done to so many women before her, but now, it appeared it was her turn.
"I think it is time that we began our little experiment. Now, Sharon, don't get up. We can take it from here."
Both women chuckled feverishly at their little joke. Sharon could only look on with stark fear and anticipation as to what was coming next. She would not have long to wait.Before Sharon even had a chance to respond, Catherine crouched down and straddled her head with her knees, facing her feet and then clamped Sharon's head between them, effectively pinning her head immobile in a vice-like grip. Helena sauntered over to Sharon, slowly placing the quill of the stiff, menacing feather between the index and forefinger of her right hand. She then plopped herself down next to Sharon's waist, sitting Indian style, now twirling the feather between her fingers.
"You know Sharon, there is something I think you're really going to like about these new straight jackets. They have a secret compartment. Let me show you."
With that, Helena reached around to the far side of Sharon's waist, left frustratingly out of reach of her bound, and crossed arms, and with a tearing sound, peeled back a flap of material from the straight jacket that was held by Velcro fasteners. Sharon felt a rush of cool air on her now bare tummy. She knew what was coming, but could do nothing to prevent it. She struggled and grunted, laboring in vain to gain some - any - mobility. "Girls, listen to me." Bargained Sharon. "You don't want to do this. I can get you whatever you want. Just let me go, okay?"
Catherine looked completely unmoved by Sharon's words."Ah yes, reason, the last bastion of the damned. Funny how that reason wasn't so forthcoming about our grant money, was it? No, I think you will learn first hand the importance of our work."
Helena suddenly lowered the feather, the tip appeared to be sharp like the point of a fencing sword. She immediatley found Sharon's navel and tickled the outer rim of her navel, painting the rim incessantly with that twirling, unrelenting feather tip. Sharon immediately began grunting and clenching her teeth in an attempt to deny Catherine and Helena the satisfaction of making her laugh. Catherine, still not releasing her grip on Sharon's head, looked on and smiled.
"I do believe she is responding favorably." Taunted Catherine. "Still, it leaves some unanswered questions."
Helena now placed the electrifying tip of the feather to the side of Sharon's waist and lazily dragged it horizontally across her tummy, just beneath her navel to the other side. She withdrew, and repeated the long, torturous stroke again, then again, and a third time. Sharon's spasming navel was all Helena and Catherine needed to see to know that Sharon was very ticklish.
As the feather stroking continued, Sharon chirped and squealed, looking up at Catherine with a renewed expression of anticipation and determination, trying to hide her obvious sensitivity, and still denying the evil women their due. Her composure would be reduced to dust at what was to come next.
Helena dropped the feather in an instant, smiled at Sharon, and with a dripping sweet expression in her voice said "Pinch an inch, darling?"
Her fingers began tweaking the area where Sharon's love handles would be, even though she didn't have so much as an inch of fat on her entire body, never mind her waist.
Sharon exploded with horrified laughter. She could not believe how badly Helena was tickling her with just the slightest tweaking on her sides. Sharon simply could not formulate a coherent thought under the duress of such ministrations. All she could do was laugh.
"HAH AHA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAIAIAAIAIAAIAIAIAAIAIIIIIEEEEEEE HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HASSSSTTTTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAPPPPP!"
Sharon struggled for all she was worth to move her head, but it was planted too tightly between the well-trained thighs of Catherine, who did nothing but peer down at Sharon the whole time. She taunted with little comments here and there. Sharon was forced to stare up at Catherine's smiling face due to her being held in such an uncompromising position. The waist tweaking continued unabated and undeterred. Sharon's face was turning red with exasperation at what these two were doing to her.
"OH GAH-GAH-HAHAHAHAHAAAADDDDD! STOP IT STA HA HA HA HAPPP IT! MERCY! MERCY! I'M LOSING MY MIIIIINNDDD! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA!"
Sharon's response was nothing like the indignation she had shown earlier, but rather, She had taken on a submissive trait that both doctors found worth further exploration and exploitation.Sharon had been an intolerable, egomaniacal Daddy's-girl for far too long now. It was time to give her a taste of humility, and Catherine and Helena were just the women to do it. Now, here she was, in exactly the position she would have most dreaded, being subject to the horrific tickling that she had excitedly witnessed others' subjected to so many times in the past. Only now they were in a soundproof room with HER as their hostage, and both of them had nothing but evil intent on their minds.
Sharon was beginning to go wild, desperately writhing her arms and trying to move her head from between Catherine's legs. Helena, seeing Sharon's desperation growing exponentially to the tickle torture, began teasing Sharon further, sweeping the backs of the pointed tips of her well-manicured nails across the quivering, goose-bumped flesh of Sharon.
Catherine looked on with growing excitement and it wasn't long before she had to join in on the fun. She reached into the hip pocket of her lab coat, and withdrew a sable brush. She showed it to Sharon who was having trouble focusing through her tear-blurred eyes. But it didn't matter, the sensation would bring her right into focus.
Catherine lowered the soft wispy bristles to Sharon's nose, tickling the bridge and around the outer part of her nostrils. Between the two competing sensations, Sharon was no longer laughing, she was screaming. Her face burst forth with blushing all about it. Her mouth gaped open in such helpless laughter.
"NAAAA NAAAAAH NAAAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA OH D-D-D-DON'T! DON'T! DAAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEE EEEEEE!"
Their persistent and unrelenting stimulation caused Sharon to erupt into uncontrollable grunting and pleading. The two women continued double teaming their bound, desperate subject for another full 20 minutes without the slightest respite before withdrawing.When Helena and Catherine finally relented, Sharon was twisting and yelling for relief. The two evil doctors looked at each other with great satisfaction at how effectively they had broken their administrator/captive.
Sharon was begging and pleading to do anything if the two women would simply not tickle her. The women stood side by side gazing sympathetically at Sharon's condition.
"Do you think she is about ready for the prolonged tactile tickling experiment?" Helena said nonchalantly to her colleague.
"Remember." Pointed out Catherine. "Our experiment is to document the effects of OVER-STIMULATION. She isn't supposed to be ready."
"Of course." Said Helena, poorly faking her absent-mindedness. "How silly of me."
Sharon began begging in torrents as she saw her two captors turn and head for the door. The women looked back over their shoulders, giggling as they walked out of the room in their stocking feet. Catherine peeked her head in the room one last time.
"Where do you think we could practice our tactile tickling experiment Sharon?"
The door slammed and Sharon could hear the heavy bolt lock snap on the other side of the door. The room went silent and Sharon, realizing that her feet had been trapped in the wall, grasped what was about to happen. Frantically, she tugged at her trapped ankles, squirming feverishly. By now, the two women were seated comfortably in the observation room behind the mirrored wall, delighting themselves in Sharon's spastic foot squirming and rapid toe wiggling. Since Helena and Catherine shared all of their horror stories about sessions with Sharon in the past, they both knew first hand of her intolerable
ticklishness. Sharon had spoken quite often about her literal fear of being tickled.
"She certainly is panicking." Said Helena. "It's really making me hot."
Catherine turned on the speaker so they could hear Sharon's pleading from within the room. The two women sat back and relished the moment to come for just a few more minutes, studying Sharon's cringing bare feet and toes. They watched amusedly as she squirmed violently in anticipation of the tickling, wearing herself out and then regaining her strength to once again pull violently at her ankles and arms that were pinned snuggly at her chest in the confines of the straight jacket. Just then, they decided to break the silence. A speaker crackled in the padded cell, and Sharon could hear the familiar voice of Helena.
"We can see you, but you can't see us." She teased. "My, my. There is something so sexy about two helpless, bare feet sticking out of these holes. It never ceases to make me hot; and you know what I love to do with two cute bare feet like these?"
"Don't you dare! Get away from me, you bitch! No. Please". Sharon cried out, too keyed up to respect the situation she was in, and why it was a bad idea to show defiance in the face of such unimaginable torture.
Catherine, wasting no time, placed her face close to Sharon's writhing left bare sole and wiggled her fingernails inches from the wrinkled foot, reciting
"Ooochie Kootchie Kootchie Kooooo!"
And with that, Helena joined in the chant, lowering her nails closer and closer to her trapped bare feet. Sharon was going crazy anticipating the tickling that was taking its sweet time to find her.Sharon began to feel the points of their sharp, long nails at her feet and toes.
"STOP THAT! PLEASE"!
Sharon began frantically twisting her ankles to avoid the scurrying nails, but no matter how hard she tugged and pulled, the nails never deviated, even slightly from their sensitive targets. The itching had now escalated to an intolerable tickling sensation. "GOD, NO"! "He she hee aaAAAIIIEEEE!!! NO NO NO PLEASE STOP! STOP!
STO OH OH HA HA HA HAAAIIIEE!"
STO OH OH HA HA HA HAAAIIIEE!"
As Sharon broke once again into fitful laughter, Helena , and Catherine, sadistically tickled the sensitive feet that poked through the wall in front of them like prized trophy heads in a hunters Big Game room. The sight of this spectacle and the sounds emanating from the speakers in the observation room was enough to prompt both ladies to seek their own satisfaction between their partly opened legs.
elena produced a sharp-pointed feather, and began using the quill tip to trace the words "Bad Girl" on the bound woman's heels. Sharon screamed with such force at the application of this feather stem, that it momentarily shocked the two doctors. As this was only momentary, they resumed their tickling assault with sadistic enthusiasm. Sharon's laughter turned to sheer madness. Her begging was pitiful, but her ear splitting screeches of torture, were absorbed by the padded walls of her cell.
Helena gazed through the darkened glass at Sharon's writhing body, as she moved her tickling fingers to her wildly wiggling toes. She loved the sight of Sharon, struggling, panicking, screaming with insane abandon. Catherine was now sucking the toes of Sharon's right foot, while tickling her heel. Helena had moved her attack to Sharon's left ankle and heel causing the trapped appendage to twist with even more violent attempts at release.
Their tandem torture of their poor man's feet would be revenge for many months of blackmail and for denying them the funding for their project. They ravaged her feet like hungry animals using both mouths and fingernails to scoot speedily around every inch of her bare, trembling feet.
The women's fingers kept up a steady pace of non-stop tickling, flicking and tweaking. Catherine jumped up as if she had forgotten a cake in the oven.
"The oil test! Let's give her the oil test!" She exclaimed with the excitement of a teenager at a slumber party.
"What a great idea. I almost forgot." Replied Helena.
Both women stopped momentarily and Sharon slumped hard on the floor, panting and gasping for much needed air. Residual giggling still spilled out of her mouth as she sucked oxygen into her lungs.
Catherine opened the drawer of a nearby table and produced a bottle of baby oil and a plastic-bristled hairbrush. Helena got on the microphone to further taunt and torment Sharon.
"Now now Sharon. Don't squirm so much. You're only making it worse. This next experiment is one that will require all your reserve strength, so don't wear yourself out."
Sharon could hear what sounded like the quiet tittering of an insane woman before the speaker crackled silent.Suddenly, Sharon felt a warm liquid being poured onto her feet and gently rubbed in. But this soothing feeling would soon be replaced by a truly maddening one, for her two tormentors were each holding a brush. Then, as if pricked by a sharp nail, Sharon jerked violently and began laughing incessantly. The two vixens were now applying even strokes with the brushes to the entire length of each of her bare foot soles. Back and forth, back and forth - the balls of her feet would be next, then the outsides and the arches.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!! AAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA AHA AHA AHA!!! STOP STOP STOP STOP PLEEEEZE!! NOT TH-TH-THAT!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA H HA HA HA HAA!! OH GOD AAAAAHA HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHH NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE!!!!!
The tickling was positively unbearable! Sharon thrashed with insane laughter, screaming pleas, threats, and incoherent phrases of desperation. Catherine and Helena were tickling Sharon without stop. They wouldn't even give her time to catch her breath. Just tickling, tickling, tickling. It was too much. Sharon had never felt tickling like this in her life. The foot tickling she had experienced at the hands of these two sadists, just earlier, was nothing compared to this torture. Sharon screamed mindlessly with each renewed tickling attack on her sensitive feet.
"Wha Wha....NooooOOOOOH HA HA HA HA HA!! AAAIIIEEEE!!!! ! P-P-PleeezeeeEEEEEEIIIEEE ha h a ha ha h HA HA HA HA HA HA AIEIIEEIE!!!!!!! NO! NOT THERE!! NOT THERE!! OH GOD! ANYTHING....ANYTHING... PLEASE DON'T TI-TI-TICKLE MEEEEEEEIIIIAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAIIIEEE"!!!!!!!
The two women showed no sign of letting up. They giggled mischievously as they chanted "Ooochie Koochy Koochy"! Tickle, Tickle, Tiiiiiickle"!!!!
For their own personal amusement. Sharon arched her back, supporting herself on her shoulders as she screamed savagely from the intolerable tickling torture. Her cries were pitiful and laced with desperate promises to do anything. Suddenly, the speaker crackled on and Catherine began to speak."It's really hard to be depressed now, isn't it Sharon! Do you think you can see your way clear of getting daddy to fund us the money we need for our research now?" She said in a vengeful and demanding voice.
"I-I-I P-PROMISE...I aaaAAAAIIIIEEEE HA HA HA HAAAA! NoooOOOOO!! DON'T TICKLE ME ANYMORE! P-P-PLEEEZZEEE EEEEIIIAAAAIIIEEE! AA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!! I'LL GET YOU THE MONEY... NoooOOOO!!!"
Making her promise to grant the money at this point would simply not be good enough. They had to break her totally. Punish her as a personal vendetta for the humiliation they had suffered at her cruel hand for more than 3 months.
Sharon could barely hear what she was saying over the din of her own laughter. Never before had he felt anything so incredibly ticklish. Still, considering her tortured state, Sharon's libido was raging with excitement. She couldn't explain why. The tickling of her feet was serving to increase her sexual arousal and now the dual sensations were conspiring against her, sending her to the brink of her insanity. The foot tickling continued unabated for another 10 minutes.
When the foot tickling finally ceased, Sharon was still laughing and panting for a full minute, intermittently jerking and spasming for fear that the tickling would resume at any moment. Helena and Dr. Catherine now fully excited themselves, decided to play one final torturous game with their slave. They would resume the tummy torture they had started earlier; only this time they would see if their slave could plead just a little more convincingly.
Unfortunately, for that particular subject, the doctors' became so sexually aroused by administering the teasing, that they didn't even realize they had teased and tickled their subject into unconsciousness a total of 5 times - each time she would awaken screaming. Finally, they announced that they were going to make this poor girl apologize.
Once again Sharon heard the unbolting of the heavy metal door and viewed the stocking feet of her tormentors walking closer to her. Sharon erupted in immediate pleas for mercy. The two doctors, remaining silent, both knelt at her tummy and began to lightly rake their long fingernails over her mid-section. Sharon's screaming and pleading continued uninterrupted as she futily tried to capture just one glance from either of them. But they never looked at her - never acknowledged her. They just kept right on stroking, raking, and tickling their breathless victim.
Then, without warning, Catherine ran into the other room and began a continued assault on Sharon's bare feet with the brushes while Helena, never increasing her speed or pressure persisted in tickling Sharon's tummy.
She then re-introduced the Sable brush and tickled the rim of her navel for another 15 minutes.
The tickling and teasing was more that Sharon could tolerate. Her mind was about to snap from the incredible overload of sensations. Her continued pleading had escalated to screaming once again and still the two sadists pursued her tummy and feet with a vengeance. Just when it looked as though Sharon would surely pass out from the unrelenting torture, Helena retrieved the chair she was sitting in earlier and straddled it over Sharon's wildly wiggling body, facing her. She then sat down and raised her feet up so she would be able to see the bottoms.
"What will you do Sharon, if I apply these fingers to your waistline?"
Sharon's face was a mask of horror, still suffering agonizing tickling torture from Catherine who was by now using her teeth to bite her heels while she tickled all ten toes with her two brushes."PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING HA HA HA HA HA HA J-J-JUST - OH NOOOO NOT THAT NOT THAT AAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAA HAP P-P-P-P-P-PLEEEEEEEZE!!! MAKE HER STOP!! MAKE HER STOP!!! PLEEEEEZZZEEE!!! P-PLEEEZE I'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! OH G-G-G-GOD!!!! AAAAHA HA HA HA HA!!!!!"
Catherine was still busy on the other side of the mirrored wall tickling Sharon's bare feet, only now she was also tracing the gentle wrinkles with her fingertips. Helena was now taunting Sharon with promises that the tickling would go on forever.
"Do you want to accept our work, Sharon? Say it!! SAY IT!! BEG ME! BEG ME! WHO ARE YOUR MISTRESSES? WHO DO YOU SERVE? WHOOOO?!!!" Helena screamed with animal lust and power.
Her own sexuality was reaching its' apex as she felt the raw power of domination and control. Catherine now raced in to help Helena and she immediately placed her stocking feet on Sharon's face, adding to her complete humiliation and degradation. Ther combination of tickling continued to include the tummy and the neck and ears. Sharon was lost in a foggy world of helpless ticklishness. She was so wild at this point that she simply could not take anymore. Her eyes roamed the room, focusing on nothing and looking right through her two tormentors. She was so deep in tickled torment, she hardly noticed that Helena had skipped off into the room to have yet another go at Sharon's helpless feet.
She grabbed the bottle of oil and poured another generous amount on Sharon's toes. She then slid her greasy, slippery fingers in between each and every toe, pausing momentarily to tickle the highly sensitive skin between them.
Helena began taunting again.
"I'm not going to stop." She teased.
"NO NO NO OH GOD DON'T! PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ANYMORE! STOP!"
"Oh yes, we're going to tickle you all night long. No escape for you, you naughty girl. Lots more teasing."
"OH GOD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!! NO NO NO NO NO DON'T!!!"
"Here it comes. I'm going to get the balls of your feet, and I'm not going to stop when I count five."
"NOOOOOO!! PLEASE PLEASE DON'T STOP DON'T STOP I BEG YOU I BEG YOU!!"
"Yes. One.........."
"I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING....ANYTHING!!! PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Two........he she he he. This is really going to make you nuts."
The added stress of being so utterly confined was more than Sharon's mind could handle. Her mind began to break down, as her pleading became nearly incoherent. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO??????
PLEEEEZZZEE!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOOOO! PLEASE -PLEASE LET ME GO!! TELL ME! TELL ME YOU'LL LET ME GO! DON'T! STOP! DON'T! STOP! P-P-PLLLLEEEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
PLEEEEZZZEE!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOOOO! PLEASE -PLEASE LET ME GO!! TELL ME! TELL ME YOU'LL LET ME GO! DON'T! STOP! DON'T! STOP! P-P-PLLLLEEEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
"Three........ You called us bitches. Tsk Tsk Tsk. You were bad. Maybe Catherine and I should stop now and go back to tickling the soles of your feet. Yes, that's it. More tickle torture."
"I-I-I-I-I'M LOOOOOSSSINGG MY MAAAIIIIEEEENNDDDD! PLEASE DON'T! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE!"
"Did I say five? I think I'll tickle now. I'm gonna poke those little soles. Here I go."
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYEEEEE!"
Sharon stiffened as every muscle in her trapped body seized. Helena's fingers continued to tickle-massage Sharon's rounded heels as she yelled her intentions to continue. Catherine pressed her thumbs right into the base of her toes so she could get a concentrated dose of the delicious torture. Then, Sharon wrenched her body violently, yelling long and guttural and her body quivered uncontrollably. Seeing that the tickle torture had taken the desired effect, Catherine and Helena relented their attack.
Catherine and Helena looked down at their exhausted, babbling victim. Catherine bent over and kissed Sharon softly on the mouth. Helena walked around to the other side of the wall to Sharon's feet, which were still twitching from the Hellish ordeal. Catherine soon followed her.
Catherine spoke into the microphone.
"We have decided that you would make a wonderful full-time volunteer for our tactile tickling torture studies. It will demand 5 nights a week, as we have many different tests that we must perform. Since we can't be sure that you would come back on your own, Helena has booked a room for you at this psychiatric facility. We will have to convince the board and Daddy that you are really crazy, but some drugs should do the trick. Naturally, the hospital would not want this information to leak out, so we will graciously volunteer to personally watch over you until you get better. Perhaps after a few weeks, or months of this, you will be able to persuade the hospital board to grant us the money for our research".
Sharon thrashed and screamed wildly. "I'LL GET YOU THE MONEY!!! PLEASE! I'LL GET YOU THE MONEY! NO MORE TICKLING!! GOD, NO MORE TICKLING"!!
Catherine smiled with sympathy. "You were right all along, Sharon. Our work is much too strange and unorthodox. We need a loooong time to develop it yet, so don't rush into a decision. We'll check with you again in..oh, say about 30 days."
Helena"? Catherine moaned excitedly.
"Would you please hand me the foot tickling brush again?"
"With pleasure my sweet Catherine. With pleasure!"
The End
