The Physician F/f

[TickleMantis]

From The Short Story Collection 'Tickle Tutor International'

By TickleMantis

F/f

‘THE PHYSICIAN’​

Gosh and golly and gee-willikers and any other old timey turn-of-phrase you’d care to name, Dee had made some dumb decisions over the years. Of course at the tender age of twenty the years didn’t add up as much as the stupid decisions did. There’d been the shopping-cart incident, that business with Wallace back home, her parents’ disappointment when she’d run off with the boy and their lack of surprise when she came back. There was her job at the town’s only big-box store and her brilliant idea to rearrange the Christmas display that resulted in a dozen towering racks toppling over. And the less said about what happened when Dee tried to operate the forklift, the better. Still, even all that and more hardly seemed so bad compared to the freckled-faced young woman’s latest endeavor.

At the very least she might have dressed a little nicer for such a fine a place, but then Dee hadn’t expected to be standing in a Victorian mansion where everything looked breakable and ten times the price of her car. She’d been thinking it’d be more of a camp with cabins or a compound of some kind, the type of place where her tight black leggings, running shoes and short-sleeved t-shirt would fit in.

Heck, the fiery haired girl didn’t even look like the other girls she’d seen coming in. A trio of them, all tall and wearing peculiar tight white catsuits, their hair straight and strides as confident as cheerleaders. Dee’s frizzy red mop must have looked quite a sight, to say nothing of her buxom 5’2ft frame. Wide flaring hips and thick thighs, great milky cleavage ballooning out from behind the edges of her bra that she just could not get to settle under her shirt. Alas, like so many of the excitable young woman’s ideas it seemed like a good one a week ago when she’d signed the contract. No sense looking back now, she mused, unless you’re operating a forklift. Especially when operating a forklift.

“Deborah Doherty?” A kindly voice said from one of the ornately carved doorframes. The small room only had two doors, the one Dee had come through and the one that had stayed firmly shut while she waited. The busty girl had been so busy staring out the second-story window at the endless snowy fields, so lost in thought she hadn’t even noticed the other door open. “That is you, isn’t it?”

“Um, yes-yes that’s me!” Dee said a little more nervously than she intended, her nerves rattling even more so when she took sight of the sultry woman standing in the doorway.

Almost a head taller than Dee and a good bit slimmer, the tanned brunette wore a strange little smile across her full red lips. With straight, shoulder-length hair and a pen and clipboard in her hands she looked the picture of professionalism. All orderly, save for perhaps her own somewhat revealing level of cleavage, the top button on her form-fitting nurse’s uniform conspicuously undone. Her skirt was rather short too, not that Dee was complaining, the shorter girl’s gaze wandering happily down the nurse’s long smooth legs to a pair of matching white heels.

“I’m Nurse Tabitha, you can call me Tabby.” The svelte twenty-something jotted a note down on her clipboard, then looked up from under her brow with just about the most brilliant blue eyes Dee had ever seen. “Won’t be much longer, Doctor Weider’s just pulling in the gate.”

“Oh s-sure.” The bosomy girl stammered, still quite fixated on Nurse Tabby’s hypnotizingly long legs, and hating herself for it.

“You can follow me.” Tabby turned back toward the doorway.

Dee’s attention snapped up to the nurse’s spectacularly curved butt and suddenly she was thinking maybe signing that contract hadn’t been such a bad idea after all. Aside from the effortlessly seductive nurse strutting around the place, these people were going to pay for the redhead’s college. Her second chance, or maybe her thousandth, but certainly her second chance at college. Dee had never seen her parents so enraged as when she’d told them about dropping out. Saved and saved they had, every hard earned penny of it wasted away because of their daughter’s whimsical nonsense.

Her new home was a palace, the other residents were apparently all models, a full ride to college and living expenses paid for. All that and there was the naughty little reason Dee had been invited there in the first place. She had to admit, as she followed Tabby down a long and finely furnished hallway, that the promise of indulging in her lifelong fantasies was the real selling point. College was great, the mansion was perfect, but none of it was half as alluring for the comely girl as fulfilling those perverse dreams.

“We’re just in here.” The alluring nurse opened a door and motioned her guest inside.

Whatever Dee had been expecting to be beyond the door, it wasn’t this. A grand room, almost as wide as the house she’d grown up in. Along the opposite wall were high windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, the view an endless stretch of snow covered fields and grey sky. Sparsely populated by furniture, the surrounding walls sported a few masterfully crafted landscape paintings and the odd bit of antique cabinetry. In the exact center of the room was a precisely organized collection of much more modern furnishings, namely an examination table with white sheet and a sensible cabinetry set just off to one side.

“This is really nice.” Dee followed on toward the middle of the room and felt quite the fool for not coming up with a fancier way to compliment the place.

Tabby gave an agreeable smile as she placed her clipboard down on the countertop. “We do like our patients to feel comfortable, for the most part. There was a water-feature for a while in the corner over there-“ She nodded toward one far-off corner by the enormous windows. “-had a little waterfall and everything, but we had to remove it after one of the girls fell in it.”

“She fell in it?!” The redhead said with a bubbly chuckle, and rather grateful it had been someone else causing calamity. “What was she doing?”

“Just her routine physical exam, same as you.”

“Oh…but why would-“ Dee began, a tad perplexed before the enigmatic nurse cut her off.

“Now, if you’ll strip for me.”

“…uh…” The buxom girl made a mousy squeak, a rush of anxiety and the tiniest hint of excitement fluttering around her stomach.

“Don’t be nervous.” Tabby spoke with such a calm professionalism it made Dee feel even more ridiculous, her freckled cheeks blushing unhelpfully. “Down to your underwear is fine.”

It was not fine, the sheepish girl’s cheeks warming to a pink hue, it was in fact quite possibly mortifying. Her mismatched bra and panties aside, the idea of being so scantily clad in front of a bewitching goddess like Nurse Tabby was quickly warming more than just Dee’s cheeks. Avoiding eye contact, the comely younger woman thought about how much more preferable her circumstances might be if she and Tabby could trade places. As she started to slip out of her running shoes, Dee couldn’t help but cringe as the image of her tanned, longed legged nurse slowly sliding out of that uniform did nothing to quash the redhead’s burgeoning titillation.

Almost crippled by the fear that her nipples would be poking clean through her bra and her panties would be soaked through by the time she got undressed, Dee moved at a glacial speed. In a maddening catch twenty-two, taking that extra time gave the curvy girl’s lewd mind ample opportunity to pluck at her libido. Turning away from Tabby, who was busy writing something on her clipboard, Dee tried to think of anything but an increasingly racy string of scenarios between the two of them. The nurse’s full lips pressed to milky white flesh, her naked breasts bouncing, long legs wrapped around thrusting hips, Dee’s fingers slick and hot, Tabby’s lips opening, twisting to a smile, a grin, a tiny giggle turning to a laugh, muscles flexing to roll away and-

“Almost done?” The nurse said, still scratching away at her paperwork.

“Uh-um-“ Dee stammered, half bent over with her pants around her knees and realizing her very pronounced butt cheeks must have been staring right at Tabby. “Getting there!”

“No rush.”

Doctor Weider couldn’t arrive fast enough, Dee thought as she shuffled out of her leggings. Surely a better choice of clothing could have been picked, blue g-string panties and little white ankle socks now the only thing covering the redhead’s lower half. As she gingerly slipped out of her t-shirt the blushing girl wished she could go back to two hours before, slap herself and ask why she thought a lacy purple bra was a good choice for a physical exam. It shouldn’t matter, Dee tried to convince herself, it wouldn’t matter, Tabby was a professional and Doctor Weider would be as clinical and technical as any good physician. That was in then, another minute or two at most and the scantily-clad young woman could relax, get this whole thing over with then find a washroom and masturbate like there was no tomorrow.

“Ah, splendid.” A slightly husky voice came from the same door Dee and Tabby had come through. “All ready to start I see.”

Dee turned from her half-folded clothes and swallowed so loud she thought people at the other end of the mansion must have heard. Watching Doctor Alison Weider stride toward their small medical set-up sent any thoughts of calming down careering from the redhead’s shamefully salacious mind. Standing roughly the same height as her nurse, Doctor Weider wore a marginally less suggestive ensemble than her younger employee. Somewhere in her mid-forties, the statuesque blonde’s long hair cascaded down her back, long locks bouncing against her sensible blouse. In what was only a slightly longer skirt than Tabby’s, the politely smiling doctor’s long legs landed into a pair of high-arching black heels.

Not sure what to do with herself and unable to look away, Dee could feel her cheeks blushing even harder as the imposing doctor drew closer. Stopping beside the cabinetry, Doctor Weider bent forward from the hips and placed a sleek black case on the floor, a fact that went almost ignored as the redhead’s stare landed squarely down the woman’s top and into her ballooning cleavage. As Weider stood up and swept one of her blonde locks out of her face, Dee noticed both the good doctor’s full lips and long nails were painted scarlet red. Taking a slightly strained and shuddery breath the hopelessly horny younger woman had to focus not to swallow deep a second time.

“Miss…?”

“Doherty.” Tabby finished for her boss.

“Miss Doherty, a pleasure.” Doctor Weider extended a welcoming palm. Dee said nothing as she shook the woman’s gentle hand, fearing whatever might blunder out of her mouth would be abysmally stupid. “I went over your medical history, nothing serious there-“ The doctor turned and ran a fingertip thoughtfully down Tabby’s clipboard. “-contract’s all signed…looks like we’re ready if you are.”

“Sure, yes.” Dee was quite unsure, as it happened, but there was no backing out now. Best just to focus on what she stood to gain then, the redhead thought. College paid for, a fancy room in a fancy house, the opportunity to experience her most dark and sordid desires. Perhaps best not to focus on the last item, the buxom girl cringed slightly, she was already turned on far more than appropriate.

“Alright then, if you could just raise your arms.” Weider shifted her attention back to Dee. “Nice and high, high as you can for me.”

Dee followed the doctor’s instructions like she was held at gunpoint and almost as nervous. With a look of plain expertise the taller woman surveyed her patient’s voluptuous body, the amorous girl praying she wouldn’t show any visible signs of arousal. Over Weider’s shoulder Tabby looked too, two sets of eyes taking in every curve and creamy inch. Having an audience of Amazons leer at her made Dee’s freckled cheeks turn a rosy red, shyness and lust both doing their part to increase the other. Bashfully avoiding eye contact with either woman, the moment seemed to drag out forever before Doctor Weider finally reached up toward the redhead’s left arm.

“Try to keep still.” The bosomy blonde said and stroked a single red nail down the underside of Dee’s bicep.

“Eep!” Snapping both arms down immediately the jittery girl leapt back and tucked her elbows in tight to her ribs. “Sorry!”

“That’s alright.” Weider’s tone had all the comfort of a well-practiced bedside manner. “I should have warned you. Let’s try again, and do your best to remain as still as possible.”

“Hmph…okay.” With a good deal less enthusiasm than the first time, Dee stepped back toward the bombshell of a doctor and raised her arms again.

Fixing her eyes on that same single fingernail, Dee watched as the doctor’s red talon made its painfully long journey back to her skin. Tensing her arm muscles, the anxious younger woman had to bite her bottom lip as Weider’s feathery-light touch grazed just below her elbow. Letting out a tiny whimper, Dee’s arm was so tense it began to quiver as the nail dragged slowly down her bicep. Drawing closer to the redhead’s silky smooth underarm, the busty girl couldn’t stop herself from whining, her nostrils flaring with nervous breath. Hoping the peculiar test would end before getting even an inch further down, Dee knew there was no way on earth she would be able to keep her arms up more than another second or two.

“Aiiee!” Dee bounced back, her lightly freckled cleavage jiggling as she snatched her arms down a second time. “Sorry! Sorry!”

Doctor Weider’s lips pricked up on one side. “Hm. Perfectly okay, happens more often than not. We can try one more time if you like…?”

“Is it a strength test or…?” The frizzy haired girl said, arms still firmly clutched to her sides. “Maybe there’s a different way, I’m just…a bit…” She trailed off, not in any way, shape or form wanting to admit how apocalyptically sensitive her entire body was. How with just a few pokes or playful finger-strokes Dee could be reduced to a giggling mess, the way her uncle used to do to her. Or worse still, how someone determined to tease the comely girl could almost effortlessly have her rolling about on the floor squealing, the way that dumbo Wallace liked to do.

“Reflexes.” Weider raised a palm toward the ceiling in an ‘up’ motion as she closed the distance between them. “We have rather a lot to get through and I have a house call to get to after this. We’ll get it all done, but you will need to stay still.”

“I just…I don’t think I can.” Relaxing her arms a little, the half-stripped girl gave an apologetic smile.

“Not to worry. Tabby could you…?”

With a quick nod the sultry nurse spun on one heel and stepped over to the high cabinet. Opening one of the tall doors, Tabby reached inside and pulled out a bundle of what looked like assorted strips of white leather and thick string. Shoving the door shut behind her with a flick of her hip, the svelte brunette whisked over to the exam table and dumped the lot of odd shapes onto the sheet. Frowning, Dee watched as Nurse Tabby took one of the pieces of leather and positioned it near the foot of the bed. Pulling one of the strings that was attached to it, she reached under the bed and nimbly maneuvered it, giving it a little tug to make sure it was tight.

“What…what are you doing?” Dee plucked up enough courage to say, utterly confused as the nurse repeated the procedure on the opposite corner.

“Standard practice these days.” Weider said, calm as if she were explaining some mundane medical term. “Don’t feel bad, all of the girls we see end up having to do this sooner or later in their exam.”

“But what-“

“We need to restrain you.” Calm as a lake without ripples.

Dee’s eyes widened to the size of saucers and her heart sunk down to her stomach. Hardly able to believe she heard the doctor correctly, the petrified girl squeezed her bare thighs together as a most unwelcome swell of warmth crept through her loins. In her most private thoughts the buxom young woman often dreamed of having someone else restrained. Now more than ever would have been a fine moment to trade places with Nurse Tabby, for example. Dee glanced down to confirm what she already knew, her stiffening nipples were starting to protrude through her bra-cup, every second making her feel more vulnerable than she ever thought possible.

“It…it’ll be quick, right?” Dee brushed her hands over the front of her bra in a less-than-stealthy effort to calm her evermore-obvious problem.

“We’ll be as fast as possible.” Tabby was finishing securing the third and final leather loop to the top of the table. “Up you get.”

Keen to get this whole debacle over with the wincing girl powered forward, only her feet felt heavier than concrete. As if her own body was screaming at her to go the other way, any direction but toward the bed, Dee had to will herself those few short steps. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, the curvy girl laid back with her arms crossed over her bulbous bust and swung her legs up. Looking closer at the bindings, the purpose of the leather pieces became startlingly obvious. Cuffs, the kinds one might have used to bind a madman in an old timey asylum. Now that Dee had a better view of the intimidating restraints she could see fraying around the edges and bits where the white coating had flaked away, strangely well-used pieces of equipment beside all the other pristine medical gear.

“Go easy on me.” Dee raised her arms overhead with no small amount of trepidation.

“We give everyone the same level of treatment.” Doctor Weider started curling one of the open cuffs around her patient’s left ankle. “You’ll be fine.”

Tabby pressed the redhead’s wrists together with gentle guidance. “And if you be really good we’ll give you a lollypop.” She said, wrapping the single-cuff at the head of the bed around Dee’s wrists.

“That’s better.” The doctor said, buckling the last strap on Dee’s other ankle and leaving her quite stretched and appalling exposed. “Now you won’t be able to move around.”

“Is this…is this really necessary?” Tugging a little against her bondage the trapped young woman watched as the captivating doctor strolled up toward her.

“Quite, I’m afraid.” Weider said, stopping just beside Dee’s alarmingly open right underarm. “The doctor who worked here before me had a black eye at least four times, among other injuries. Young ladies like you can be rather unpredictable during these exams.”

“The water feature was the final straw.” Tabby added, but Dee was too busy watching the doctor’s index finger come toward her helpless flesh to pay attention. “After that mess it just became safer this way.”

“Mmmnn....pleasegofast, pleasegofast…” Tensing her arms the redhead didn’t want to stare but she couldn’t look away, Weider’s long sharp nail caressing down just below her elbow. “Nff…nnn…” Dee pursed her lips and squirmed, the older woman’s razor-claw sliding closer and closer to her hypersensitive hollow. Jerking at the leather cuff around her wrists a new sense of panic ran up the redhead’s spine, the sudden realization that she truly could not bring her arms down hitting her like a poorly operated forklift. “Eehee! Eehee! Ohno! Doctor! Eeeheehee!”

Trying to roll away and caught by her restraints, Dee giggled impishly as Weider’s curious nail stroked in lazy trails around her defenseless underarm. Wiggling her tiny sock-covered feet and reaching out with her hands the fitful patient could grab only air as she pulled at the leather a little harder with each passing second. Or maybe only a single second had passed by, time was both meaningless and the most important thing imaginable whenever Dee found herself at someone else’s mercy. A second or a whole minute, whatever it was always drove the giggly girl into a state of struggling fervor.

“Very good.” The good doctor stopped her maddening exam, which had lasted a grand total of three and half seconds. “Mark that down please, Tabby.”

“I’m all over it.” Clipboard in hand, the svelte nurse sauntered around to the trapped patient’s other side. Smiling sweetly down at Dee, Tabby said, “I’ll record as we go, that way we don’t have to repeat anything.”

Dee parted her lips to reply but Doctor Weider’s inquisitive nail was already sliding down her other bicep. “Eee! Eeehee! Ohhono! Nonowait!”

Weider didn’t wait, and as her red claw skated down into the spasming girl’s untouched hollow Dee noticed all the terrible touching was doing nothing to calm her unruly libido. She was not so much surprised, as she lay there on the exam table peeling out schoolgirl giggles, more so panicked that the two ravishing women looming over her would soon notice. Confusing and nonsensical at it was, the busty redhead had known for years that being tickled turned her on more than anything yet. Dee couldn’t stand it, she dreaded the thought of fingers wiggling upon her skin or someone squeezing her sides, but her distaste for it seemed never to have any bearing on how hopelessly wet she became whenever it happened.

“Ribs, right side.” Weider said and without a moment of pause wormed a fingertip into the soft spot between two of her patient’s tender ribs.

“Eeeheehee! Ohgod!” Jerking away the surprised girl yanked at her bonds, without even a second to catch her breath.

“Ribs, left.”

“Nowait! Eeiieheehee!” Dee bucked, rolling sharply only to stop suddenly with the good doctor’s fingertip following her all the way.

Her big boobs bouncing as she struggled, alarm bells blared in the frazzled girl’s mind as she strained to focus. Just a second, a quick break between each spot was all she needed, anything to try and turn down the dial on her rapidly heating lust. Feeling her thick thighs tremble, a frightfully familiar pulse ran between Dee’s legs and she knew if her darn rigidly-stiff nipples hadn’t given her away her soon-to-be moistening panties soon would. It was a fact her ex-boyfriend Wallace liked to take advantage of, no need for the effort of foreplay when tickling the poor girl silly would get her wetter than a functioning water-feature.

“Oblique, right.” Weider whipped her wiggling finger over to the redhead’s convulsing side while Tabby continue jotting down the data.

“Ahaha! A break! Eeehahaha!” Shaking with laughter and useless struggling the freckle-faced girl’s hair flew wildly. “A break! Eeehahaha! Pleheease!”

“Go fast, isn’t that what you said?” The doctor smirked with a tone that might have almost been mistaken for slightly playful had she not been such a consummate professional. “Oblique, left.”

“Nohohaha!” Dee’s expression twisted between forced mirth and worrisome dismay, the methodical tickling of her helpless body turning her on faster than ever. Maybe it was the fact she couldn’t even try to protect herself, maybe it was just how routine Tabby and Doctor Weider were treating the exam, in any case the powerless young woman’s desperation was quickly replacing any need she had to retain dignity.

“Abdomen, upper.”

“Hahahano! Pleaheese! A second!”

“Abdomen, centre.”

“Just a second! Ahahaha!”

“Abdomen, lower…”

“Hips, right…”

“Hips, left…”

“Knee, right…”

Dee was cackling like a lunatic and kicking like one too, of course her legs weren’t going anywhere. With a firm grip just above the redhead’s knee, Weider pinched quickly and then switched to the other leg. Over the course of two full, horrifying minutes the buxom doctor ignored every squealed plea from her patient, the girl’s entire face glowing pink. Taking notes all the while, Nurse Tabby seemed to share the same unremarkable expression of indifference as her boss, hardly even looking up at the sorry display behind her clipboard.

“And feet…” Weider turned down toward the end of the bed as Dee took a deep, gasping breath. “Oh you silly thing, you’ve left your socks on.”

“No! No, oh please!” Craning her neck up, the wide-eyed girl stared down at her helplessly wiggling feet. “L-leave my socks on! Doctor, please!”

“Now, now, we can’t have that.” Hooking one finger under the elastic of the bound girl’s right sock, the eerily calm doctor started sliding the thin layer of cotton over her patient’s heel. “Our records must be accurate and our employer –your benefactor- is not one who takes kindly to mistakes.”

“Be quick! Be quick, please! I’m begging you!” Dee said, her voice high with worry as she watched her sock slip from her petit foot. A few minutes prior the near-nude girl couldn’t have imagined feeling any more vulnerable than standing before the two women in her underwear, then again when she had been strapped to the table. Having one foot bare elevated Dee’s dire sense of exposure even higher and as Weider plucked at her one remaining sock that fear started to skyrocket.

“Sensitive feet?” The older woman said and wiggled five long nails in the air in a most unnerving manner.

“Ohgod ohgod…” Laying her head back the curvy young woman clenched her eyes shut, her tiny toes curling inward in terrified anticipation of what was to come.

“Would you like me to tell you when I’m going to start?”

“Just do it!” Dee’s voice trembled as her legs, arms and stomach muscles all held tight. “Please just get it over wieeehehehe! Ahahaha!”

Directly underneath the ball of her right foot the busty girl could feel Weider’s wicked claw make a series of tiny, agonizing strokes. Bouncing her round butt off the table Dee shook madly from head to toe, her toes spreading wide as her foot tried to flee. Snapping her head upright the blindsided girl stared directly down at her helpless foot, the good doctor performing her task as casual and calm as any other mundane duty. As Weider’s unfeeling fingernail meandered downward over Dee’s creamy soft sole, the poor girl couldn’t stop her laughter from growing louder and more frantic.

“Eeheeheehee! Doctor! Ahaha! Doctahaha!” The bosomy young woman struggled, wide eyes fixed on the blonde physician’s gently moving hand. Weider’s single finger was just then sliding onto Dee’s tender heel, a destination that seemed to take unnecessarily long to reach. Curling her tiny toes up and throwing her head back, the forcefully grinning girl could only plead as the most terrible of examinations was taking twice as long as any of the others. “No more! Eieeheehee! Oh please! Ahaha!”

“And left foot…” Weider said as she finished up a series of maddening circles around her patient’s heel.

“No wait!” Dee jerked at her restraints, her voice so high it was almost a scream, and barely able to take half a breath before the doctor’s well-manicured talon slid up the arch of her other foot. “Yeeiiehahaha! Ohonoho! Ohgahahahad!”

With her panic and arousal both in competition to see which could increase the fastest, Dee’s whirling thoughts did their best to make things even worse. Bursting to the front of her brain without permission, the fitful girl recalled one of the last times she had seen her ex-boyfriend, Wallace. He’d been almost twenty-three or so when they ran away together and Dee had only just turned eighteen. On the road for almost a month with little more than a few dollars and Wallace’s beat-up old car, sleeping under the stars, the whole world and their whole lives ahead of them.

It had been quite exciting, at least those first few weeks, except maybe for the young man’s insistence on tickling her every time they had sex, which was a often. The last time came right when things were looking up for the pair, Wallace had found a temp job and they managed to afford a cheap motel room. He came back from that job one day, horny as usual, and without a word wrapped one arm around both Dee’s ankles. Most of the time he knew well enough to stay clear of her feet but there was no stopping him that day. She beat his shoulders, screamed and fought, all the while Wallace’s fingers danced mercilessly around her soles. By the time he finally let up Dee was so out of breath and so turned-on she barely noticed when the older boy tore off her pants. It was the best sex of both their lives and the next morning Dee took Wallace’s old car and ran all the way back home.

“You’re doing great, Miss Doherty.” Doctor Weider smiled her perfectly white-toothed smile.

“”Ah…ah…please tell me it’s over…” Dee sighed, wiggling her toes in an attempt to shake free the last tingles of the tall woman’s touch.

“How are we looking?” Weider turned her attention to Nurse Tabby.

The younger of the two professionals looked up from her clipboard as if she was being pried away from an engrossing book. “Hm? Oh, I forgot to write that part down, we’ll have to do the feet again.” She said, causing their bound patient to give a shuddery gasp. “I’m just kidding, we’re fine.”

“Tabitha.” Weider said sharply, her expression switching quickly from polite and kind to disapproving scorn. “I apologize, Miss Doherty. My nurse is quite excellent, few better, but she can be rather glib on occasion.”

“That’s…that’s okay.” Dee breathed a new sigh, this time one of great relief. “Can I get up now?”

“Ah, not just yet. Here, let me-“ The doctor began only for a sudden sharp trilling ring to cut her off. “Oh, one moment…“

Weider strode over to the black case she’d bought and bent over. Keeping her long legs perfectly straight, the woman of Amazonian proportions reached down into a side pocket of the case, her skirt riding up the back of her thick thighs and accentuating her well rounded butt. As Weider stood back up with a cellphone in one hand and flicking long blonde locks out of her face with the other, Dee felt a shiver between her own thighs and realized she had become quite alarming wet down there.

“Doctor Alison Weider.” The statuesque physician narrowed her eyes as she answered the phone. “Yes…not a problem…give me one minute.” Holding the phone down by her side, Weider started taking gradual steps toward the door. “I have to take this, won’t be more than a few minutes. Nurse, could you prep our patient for the next part of her exam?”

“I’m all over her, uh, it.” Tabby corrected her unusual slip. “I’m all over it.”

“Do I have to stay tied up?” Dee watched the sensuous nurse wander around to the set of cabinetry while Doctor Weider opened the far off door.

“For now.” Placing her clipboard on the countertop, the svelte brunette turned back toward the exam table with a cheerful grin. “But, you do get to change position!”

“Am I-“ Wincing as she watched Tabby start to undo one of the ankle-cuffs, the anxious redhead had to bring up every bit of courage she had to say the words. “I mean, is Doctor Weider…is she going to keep tickling me?”

“Tickling you?” Tabby let the cuffs fall open, freeing one foot and moving on to the next one. “The doctor is doing a routine reflex exam.”

“I know but…you know why I’m here.” Twisting her one free ankle while the nurse unbuckled the other, Dee enjoyed the feeling of having at least one limb unbound. “This whole place is…it’s what they’re about, isn’t it? This house and the other girls and all. You’re testing to see how ticklish I am.”

“I couldn’t say.” Tabby freed the other foot and twirled one finger in the air, a silent instruction for Dee to roll over. “I just work here, as they say. You probably know more about what they do here than I do. It does work out that a lot of these exams cause our patients to react like they’re being tickled, but I daresay if Doctor Weider were to really tickle you I’d have very different results on my chart over there.”

“Nff…I guess so…” With her hands still bound together the curvy young woman turned awkwardly onto her knees, sliding back and laying facedown like an upside Y-shape. Horrid as the examination was so far, the comely redhead did have to concede that most people probably would have gotten through it without even needing to be restrained. Of course it made sense that the girls here were all ludicrously ticklish, it was the main reason Dee had signed her contract.

“Alright, just so there’s no surprises-“ The nurse’s nimble fingers started fidgeting with her patient’s bra-clasp. “-I do have to strip you all the way now.”

“What…?” Dee stammered and froze as she felt the tension of her bra let loose. Bringing her legs together the surprised girl’s big butt cheeks tensed around her g-string, the thought of Tabby finding her undoubtedly wet panties causing her other cheeks to blush fiery red. “Wait-hold on-“

“Come on now…” Tugging upward on the redhead’s bra, Nurse Tabby was pulling while Dee pressed her body tighter onto the bed sheet. “The sooner you let me do it, the sooner this is all done, remember?”

“N-no I can’t…please just-“ Panic and arousal both neck and neck, Dee couldn’t have imagined a more humiliating scenario, not until she felt a sudden flutter of fingernails against the ballooning side of her squished right boob. “Eeeie!” With a squeal the newly topless girl flinched, her bra suddenly whisked off her big bosoms and down the length of her arms. “Hey! That wasn’t part of the exam! No tickling!”

“Oh shush, you weren’t behaving.” Tabby said, leaving the bra dangling around Dee’s tightly trapped wrists. “Now you won’t be so much trouble when I take your panties.”

“Still…no fair.” Dee huffed, no sense in arguing but no less mortified that the cheeky nurse was about to see how hopelessly aroused she was.

“Here we go…” Taking a side of the freckled girl’s panties in either hand, the sultry nurse started sliding the thin material up and over her bulbous butt cheeks. “Just widen your legs for me, would you?”

Closing her eyes, Dee let out a barely audible whine as she slid her legs apart. Brimming with fear seemed to make no difference toward calming the almost-nude girl’s libido, her slick pussy pulsating with infuriating frequency. Feeling her g-string peeled slowly down, Dee had to strain to keep her legs open as she felt the front of her panties stick ever-so-slightly to her wet taint. Down over her thighs and behind her knees, even the feel of cotton dragged across her skin made the hyperaware young woman twitch with ticklishness.

“Mph!” Stifling a giggle as Tabby slipped the panties over her upturned feet, the involuntarily amorous girl felt the urge to grind herself against the tabletop.

“Doing okay there?” What Nurse Tabby did with the discarded underwear Dee had no idea, her mind far more concerned about the svelte woman’s hands starting to secure one cuff around her right ankle.

“Uh huh…” Dee groaned unconvincingly, the other half of her concentration quite occupied with fighting the need to hump the exam table. As her hypnotizing nurse secured the other ankle, the stark naked girl found herself once again fully bound.


“Beautiful.” Tabby said, followed by the sound of her footsteps making their way up the right side of the bed. “Doctor Weider should only be a few more minutes.”

“Oh, this is gonna suck…” Planting her forehead onto the thin sheet the voluptuous girl found some relief in the fact Tabby had made no mention of what must have obviously been damp underwear. As she started to try and mentally prepare herself for the next round of frightful tests Dee felt a strange sense of weight pressing onto one side of the bed. Glancing back over one shoulder the redhead’s brow furrowed at the sight of Nurse Tabby climbing up onto the exam table. “What…what are you doing?”

“Well…I might have told you a liiiiitle fib before.” The coy nurse said as she swung one leg over the back of her trapped patient’s thighs. Sitting down on the back of Dee’s legs, Tabby kneeled with the redhead’s bare butt cheeks protruding up between her knees. “I actually do know rather a bit about what goes on in this place.”

“S-seriously!” Dee twisted, disbelief or simply not wanting to believe what was happening causing a rush of confusion.

“You girls all sign up for whatever reason because you loooove tickling!” From her giddy tone the squirming girl beneath could tell the nurse was talking through a wide smile. “And I don’t mind helping you feel more at home while we wait!”

“No! Wait! Tabby!” Her voice getting higher with each word, the panicked redhead yanked at her bondage as she felt five fingertips skitter up the right side of her ribcage. “Nohee! I like tickling other people! Other people!”

“Oh well that’s just silly!” Tabby danced her other set of teasing digits down the struggling young woman’s left side. “You can’t dish it out if you can’t take it!”

“Nohowaiihaihait!” Rolling from side to side, the buxom girl exploded into high-pitched giggling as the nurse’s ten fingers wiggled up and down her defenseless sides. “Tabbeeheehee! Aheehee! Stop! Nohohoho!”

Being tickled through an exam was one thing, being restrained, naked and tickled by someone actually intent on tickling her was another matter entirely. Even Wallace at his worst had never been so diabolical as to render Dee that ridiculously helpless. As Tabby’s deftly skilled fingers frolicked down to the redhead’s wide hips and back up to her ribs, the spasming girl couldn’t help but remind herself that the exact situation in reverse would have been a dream come true. Reflecting on her own hypocrisy far from making things better, Dee could only plead and pray Doctor Weider would burst back through the door any second now.

“Ohh, such a tickly little thing!” Putting on a voice like she was talking to a tiny kitten, the fiendishly playful nurse sped her flickering fingertips along the sides of Dee’s squashed boobs and up toward her underarms.

“Noplease! Not there! Ahahaha!” Bucking between the brunette’s firmly clamped legs, the nude girl’s frizzy hair tossed every which way as those ten terrible fingers scribbled up into her taut hollows. “EEEIHEEE! AHA! OHNO! AHAHAHA!”

“Ohh! There we go!” Tabby teased, keeping her fingertips running wild all over the cackling girl’s smooth skin. “Now you’re being tickled!”

Dee couldn’t disagree but she was far from happy about it. Though barely thirty seconds into the ordeal, being so strictly restrained was quickly making this the worst tickling of the squealing girl’s life, and that was saying something. Now and then Wallace would pin her, a hard place to be in if not entirely inescapable, the ability or hope of slipping free always present. Cuffed to the exam table by restraints that had plenty of experience, Dee had no hope at all. Begging through her loud laughter the poor girl could only fight a losing battle, as her face grew redder by the second and her slippery wet pussy throbbed with carnal defiance.

“DOCTOR! AHAHA! DOCTAHAHA!” Dee howled, hoping Weider’s ears were sharp and the door wasn’t too thick.

“Are you calling for the doctor?” The nefarious nurse said in a tone of mock offense, right before pouncing her hands back and clawing madly at the redhead’s heaving ribs. “How dare you!”

“NAHAHAHA!” Arching her back, the bewildered girl screamed, the nurse’s cruel fingertips drilling into the soft spots between her supple ribs. “TABBEEHEEHEE! AHPLEASE! STAHAHAP!”

Her freckled face beet red, tendons stretched in Dee’s neck as she shook violently under the boisterous woman’s devilish fingers. With no way out the hypersensitive girl’s body was as much a prison as the leather cuffs, every poke and maddening prod sending jolts of intense ticklishness throughout her naked frame. Tabby’s swift fingers were roaming everywhere and had nothing to stop them, spidering across the small of Dee’s back and into the nape of her neck, wiggling down to her bouncing hips and pinching speedily back up her sides. Squealing and giggling and bursting with full blown belly laughter, the maddened girl could feel the sting of tears as the nurse’s devious fingers made a return trip into her underarms once again.

“You are a mess!” Tabby chuckled then leaned forward, pressing her hefty breasts against the redhead’s shoulder blades. “I can’t believe you tried to tell on me…” She said, her plump lips stroking against the bound girl’s left ear as she spoke.

“Eeehee! I’m-I’m sorreehee!” Giggling and turning her head to escape the seductive woman’s hot breath, Dee strained to push back the threat of tears. “I won’t tell!”

“You better not…” Dismounting the nude girl, Tabby climbed back down on to the floor just as the door handle on the other side of the room started to click open. “…or I’ll tell Doctor Weider all about those wet panties of yours.”

Taking a sharp breath from the shock of it all, Dee forced herself to freeze as she realized her hips were grinding lewdly against the tabletop. If the good doctor wasn’t already aware of her patient’s unbridled arousal there seemed little hope it wouldn’t soon be discovered. Nightmarishly vulnerable and tickled into a horny fervor, the furiously blushing girl could scarcely hope to hide her body’s lustful rebellion for much longer. Even the effort of trying to keep her arousal a secret was turning Dee on more, and the fact Tabby now shared the dirty little secret almost made her rub against the bed sheet again. Feeling her pussy quiver with anticipation, every tap of Doctor Weider’s approaching footsteps was causing the feverishly fired-up girl pangs of unwanted wanton delight.

“Sorry about that, took a little longer than I expected.” Weider said, placing her phone back in the black case. “All ready for the next set I see, thank you Tabby.”

“My absolute pleasure.” Said the alluringly deceptive nurse with a suppressed smirk creeping across her lips.

“How are you doing there, Miss Doherty?”

“Fine…fine and dandy.” Dee said, somewhat strained and burying her face into the sheet to avoid showing how burning hot her face had become.

“Good, good.” Standing halfway down the bedside, the bombshell of a doctor leaned gently against the thin mattress, right beside her patient’s bare butt. “If you’re ready nurse, we’ll start with the left buttock.”

“Buttock?” Whipping her head up, the frizzy haired girl craned back as far as she could to stare down over one shoulder. “My butt?! Nono wait! Y-you don’t have to tickle my butt!”

“I won’t be tickling you, Miss Doherty.” Weider said as she skated five long nails across the top of the nude girl’s left butt cheek. “If it makes you feel better, try not to laugh.”

“Eeeieheehee! Eiieeheee!” Tearing into an immediate fit of girlish giggling, the shaking girl bucked wildly as the doctor’s lightly scratching claws ran all over one side of her naked ass.

“Very good.” The older woman observed in her most clinical tone. “Buttock, right.”

“Nowait! Eeeiiiyeeheehee!” Dee bounced her hips up and down, though how much of it was ticklish struggling and how much was lustful thrusting was anyone’s guess. Wallace had never been quite so imaginative as to try tickling her butt, nor had anyone else, a fact the fitful girl was quite thankful for. Maybe it was Doctor Weider’s inherent aura of provocativeness, or perhaps anyone fondling Dee’s ass would have got the same reaction, either way she was starting to soak the bed sheet between her legs.

“Thigh, left.”

“Aahahaha! Ohgodstop! Aheeeeeieehee!” The nude girl shook, her words coming out in hurried squeals.

“Thigh, right.” Long nails skittered along the crease between the buxom girl’s tensing butt cheek and thick thigh. “Back of knee, left.” Doctor Weider wiggled her curious talons over to the redhead’s helplessly kicking left leg.

Each of the physician’s moves were so deliberate and businesslike it was nothing like the usual chaos of being tickled. Where usually Dee would have been rolling around on a floor, a bed, a couch, flapping her arms and twisting any which way she could, now there was nowhere to go. Every square inch and excruciatingly ticklish spot of her voluptuous body was wide open for torment, each new area explored another shocking reminder of how nightmarishly vulnerable she was. Unable to do a single thing about it and her pleas for mercy seeming to go ignored, the frantically laughing girl was diving head first into new realms of distress.

“And left foot.” Weider said having wandered all too slowly down to the other end of the examination table.

“Nono!” Dee squawked. “You already did my feet!”

“Yes, but now you’re in a new position.” That didn’t make a whole let of sense, but the feverishly alarmed patient didn’t have long to think about it.

“NOOO! HEEHAHA! OHNOPLEAHAHA!” Feeling five long nails scribbled across the sole of her upturned foot, the desperately thrashing girl screamed with anguished laughter,

One might have thought that five fingers running all over a person’s bare foot would be five times worse than one finger doing the same. For Dee Doherty, at least, that was not the case. Weider’s sharp nails flew across the trapped girl’s delicate skin with such a gentle touch it was like she was trying not to tear a piece of stretched out tissue paper. Where Wallace’s fingertips moved like he was playing piano, the husky-voiced doctor’s maddeningly light technique made for a far more disastrous effect. Howling as the flurry of fingernails ran over her marshmallowy soft heel, Dee could not longer command her body to do anything as thick tears started trickling down her reddened cheeks.

“Right foot.”

“IIEEEHAHAHA! AHSTOP! AHAHA!” Dee’s tiny foot wriggled, utterly unable to outmaneuver the pursuing squad of fingernails. Her toes spread and curled in at random, every defenseless move made on instinct alone. Opening her tiny toes was apparently an invitation for Doctor Weider’s nails to dance underneath them, the bellowing young woman shrieking with laughter each time she did.

“Well done, Miss Doherty.” The busty doctor said, both of her hands immediately starting to tug at the old leather wrapped around the teary-eyed girl’s right ankle.

“Ahh…is…is it over?” With a cautiously optimistic sigh the weary girl squirmed one foot free.

“Part of these examinations-“ Weider began unbuckling the right-side cuff. “-is your physical response to the stimuli. Another thing we watch for, a very key element in fact, is the psychological effect of each test. Roll over for me, would you?”

“Umm…” Her feet free, the apprehensive girl squeezed her thighs together. There would be no hiding her arousal now, even against the sheet she could feel her swollen nipples were almost painfully stiff. Suddenly it occurred to Dee that her question hadn’t yet been answered, and just as she was about to press the issue she felt a gentle guiding hand press against one ankle. With a flinch the curvy girl started to expedite the process of twisting over onto her back.

“It’s why we had to test your feet a second time.” Continuing on unfazed by the display of rigidly erect nipples and darkened red patch of red fuzz between her patient’s thighs, Weider took a surprisingly firm grip around the girl’s left ankle. “Being in a new position, like laying face down, can have quite a different effect on a person’s reaction.”

“But-“ Dee went to speak as her leg was pulled back into the cuff. She tried pulling back, putting up a little fight at least, only it seemed the doctor really was a great deal stronger than she looked. Still rather frazzled from being tickled all the way from her hips to her toes, the red-faced girl was trying to make sense of the physician’s explanation. Why had five fingers been used in the face-down position when only one was used while laying on her back? If her feet had to be explored a second time why weren’t Dee’s sides, ribs and underarms examined in the new position as well? Just as the mental capacity returned to properly formulate her question, the curious redhead suddenly thought better of it.

“Signs of arousal, mark that down please nurse.” Doctor Weider said as she secured the leather, buckling the redhead’s right ankle and making the girl’s blush spread out to her ears, down her neck and all the way to her lightly freckled collarbone.

“Already done!” Nurse Tabby slapped her clipboard down on the countertop with a proud grin.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Weider was marching up the opposite side of the exam table from her unnervingly happy nurse. “Arousal is extraordinarily common with the girls who come through here. It’s practically a requirement of our employer.”

“Can you…just tell me…” Dee’s eyes shot from side to the other as Tabby strolled up to stand on the other side of her, the pair of medical professionals looming over her naked upperbody. “…how…how much longer…?” She squeaked.

“This is the last stage, I promise. We need to test your reaction to additional stimuli.”

“Add…additional?” Trying to figure out what exactly that what meant, the terrified girl’s eyes widened with painstaking realization as she watched both Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby each raise their hands. Poised with their hands hovering in the open air, the two women started slowly wiggling their twenty collective fingers. “Ohno!” Dee gasped, her voice all warbled with dread. “Nono! Y-you don’t have to! Please no! You-you have enough! You have enough!”

Without a word between them, the busty blonde doctor and her nymphy nurse began lowering their wiggling fingers towards Dee’s hyperticklish flesh. Caught somewhere between a state of abject alarm and complete disbelief, the curvy girl jerked harshly at her unrelenting leather bonds. Sucking her tummy in, the wincing girl strained to make herself smaller, to sink down into the table itself if needs be. Watching in slack-jawed horror, Dee’s eyes flicked from one set of menacingly dancing fingers to the other, Weider and Tabby’s expressions as nonchalant as ever.

“You should count yourself lucky.” The good doctor said just as the first of her terrible talons started to graze her patient’s protruding ribcage. “The previous physician here used to do this by way of prolonged exposure to stimuli.”

“He didn’t have a nurse to help though!” Added Tabby happily, her fingertips stroking along the crease between the redhead’s bulbous boob and her ribs.

“Eeihee! Aha!” Dee darted one way and then the other, her bare breasts jiggling as she caught against her restraints. Over several agonizing seconds all twenty fingers gradually touched down, the poor girl squealing and giggling as she fought to break lose. “Ahahanoho! Awplease! Nodon’t! Eeeeheehee!”

Rocking madly from side to side, the buxom girl’s outstretched arms strained as she was invaded from both directions. Nowhere was safe and every desperate move toward respite was accompanied by dastardly wiggling fingers. Nails slid around her ribs and along the underside of her bouncing boobs, fingertips poked around her abdomen, both women increasing their speed as their range expanded. Giggling mindlessly and spluttering out high-pitched pleas, Dee bounced her bare butt against the bed sheet, her cheeks squishing and flexing as she rolled.

A sneaky finger wormed down the small of her back and Dee slammed backward in response. Just as she lay flat a group of fingertips rioted down over her tummy and the poor girl yanked violently at her unmoving arms. Tears were streaming down her stretched cheeks, squealing laughter roaring out of her as the myriad of roaming fingers searched her convulsing torso. Inescapable teasing seemed to be everywhere at once, Dee so lost in her giggling lunacy that she couldn’t even tell whose fingers were whose anymore. Someone pinched at her heaving side and the helpless girl wailed, in the same second another hand clawed at her ribs and that wail turned into a banshee’s cry.

If only Wallace could have seen his ex-girlfriend then, his head would have exploded. Tears pouring down her face, a damp stain on the sheet beneath her quaking thighs, the fiery red fuzz of her throbbing pussy dark with soaking lust. As one hellish minute rolled into the next Dee’s ability to speak was turning to gibberish, her pleas for mercy broken up by evermore desperate laughter. A light sheet of sweat was starting to glisten across the frenzied girl’s naked body, her torso covered in a growing collection of pinkened tickle-tracks. Somewhere in Dee’s overwhelmed mind of broken thoughts came the dreadful reminder that she was outrageously turned on, more mind-numbingly aroused than she ever thought possible. It was a thought that went as quickly has it had occurred, a sudden five-fingered attack on her left underarm taking the immediate forefront.

“NAAAAHAHAHA! NOMORE!” Dee screeched, the only response from her assailants was someone cruelly dancing their fingertips around her swollen nipples. “AAAHHAHAHA! PLEASE! NOHOHAHAHA!”

That fiendish fondling across her nipples and puffy areoles sent a burst of white-hot lightening down through Dee’s stomach and right between her thighs. Between the maniacal laughter a sharp moan escaped the crazed girl’s lips and her sense of appalled disbelief came back far stronger than before. For all the bewildered girl had fantasized about doing such a thing to someone else, she never really thought it possible. With Wallace any kind of climax tended to come from the sex afterward, now it seemed Dee was being pushed headlong into the stratosphere by tickling alone. Possible or not, the idea of being tickled to orgasm sent the hysterical girl thrashing harder than ever, the cuffs rattling and exam table shaking beneath her.

“YOUHAVETOSTOP!” Dee shrieked in one blundering, crying, laughing mess as she felt another powerful strike of lust tear through her loins. “AHAHAHA! NONO! AHAHA! YOUHAVETAHAHAHA!”

It was no use. Her frizzy hair was matting to her sweaty forehead, neck and shoulders, the manic young woman’s face redder than a fire truck. In her struggling lunacy Dee caught a glimpse of Tabby’s expression, a knowing-smirk set firm across her lips. Through tear-blurred vision the helpless girl noticed Doctor Weider appeared as professional as the moment they’d met, no sign of anything unseemly in her eyes. Whether this was all above board or the good doctor was an even better actor performing some perverted sham hardly mattered, Dee was beyond the point of no return.

“NIIIEEEYAHAHA!” Snapping her head up and staring down her thrashing body, the wide-eyed patient watched as Weider’s long nails danced down between her thighs. Five devil-red claws burrowed among the short red bush, their sharp edges grazing slick, hypersensitive skin. As Dee let out another involuntary screaming moan, one of Nurse Tabby’s fingers drilled deep into the delirious girl’s belly button, which might as well have been a detonator. “AAHHNNNNGGGHH!”

Gritting her teeth and throwing her head back, Dee’s mouth opened to a gaping O-shape as she howled. Nerve endings all across her voluptuous body burst into tingling fireworks displays, the ferociously climaxing girl’s fingers gripping desperately at thin air. As her tiny toes spread wide, the buxom young woman’s pussy gushed. Steaming hot liquid-lust surged over Dee’s quaking inner thighs, the already soaked bed sheet, and Doctor Weider’s wiggling fingers. In the throws of her passionate anguish the ravaged redhead convulsed as her spasming body fought to moan and laugh at the same time. Nurse Tabby’s wicked digits had taken no pause as her patient’s climax raged on, one fingertip still wriggling within her navel while the other hand pranced around her ribs, breasts and painfully ticklish underarms.

“Well.” Doctor Weider examined her drenched hand while the bound girl on the exam table continued to writhe. “We really must get a sink in here.”

“Ahnn…nnnhh…” Dee moaned, her eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip. The agony of being tickled had stopped but the waves of carnal chaos were continuing to wash across her squirming, sweat-soaked body.

“I’m going to wash up.” The questionably good doctor turned on one heel and started striding toward the door. “Won’t be a minute.”

“You know…” Tabby spoke with a low growl in her voice as Doctor Weider opened the door. “I really didn’t think you’d cum until we got to your feet.”

“Ah…ah…” Her mind-bending orgasm only just starting to subside, the wheezing girl let out a shuddery breath as the sultry nurse leaned over until their lips almost touched.

“Of course you never really know…” Tabby’s voice had turned to a seductive whisper, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing throughout the huge room. As she spoke the busty nurse nuzzled her cheek down beside Dee’s face, her hot breath tickling gently against the bound girl’s ear. “…what’s going to push a sexy girl like you over the edge.”

“Nff…mmh! T-Tabby…” Dee squeaked, her voice cracking as she squirmed and stifled a giggle. Her focus fixed on the nurse whispering in her ear, it was quite a shock when she felt the older woman’s hand slip down between her thighs. “Ahh! Tabby, no!”

“You’re not going to tell on me…” The wicked woman’s middle finger slid over trembling skin until it landed squarely, expertly on to the very tip of the redhead’s swollen clit. “…are you?”

“Ah-ahnn!” Jerking at her ankle-cuffs the helpless girl tried to snap her legs together, the sudden touching of her hopelessly sensitive clit causing an alarming rush of lewd delight. “Pl-please…n-no!”

“Ohh my sweet girl…” Tabby cooed as she rubbed the erect nubbin, her efforts rewarded by a series of strained moans and weak struggling. “…would you rather I examine your perineum?”

“My-ahh! Ahnn! My w-what?” Dee said, voice all breathy and her mind so clouded she realized much too late that asking the question was playing right into Nurse Tabby’s hands.

“Your…taint!” And with that crushing reveal the brunette’s nimble fingertip slid right off the bound girl’s clit, down her pussy, and started poking rapidly at the fragile strip of flesh between her pussy and ass.

“NIIIEEEIIIEE!” Arching her back, a shrill cry burst from the shocked girl, her naked body spasming like she’d just gone up in flames. Heck, maybe the crazed girl was on fire, or at least her libido had turned to an inferno. In the hypersensitive wake of her volcanic orgasm and Tabby’s brief clit stroking, Dee found her body had gone into overdrive, every inch of her atrociously, impossibly, more ticklish than before.

“Ah! That’s a bad spot, huh?” Tabby teased while her buxom patient thrashed under her, squealing laughter piercing in her ear. “You don’t like that, do you?”

“NOEEEIIEE! AHAHAGODSTOP!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“YEHES! YEHEHES!”

“Say please…”

“PLEHEEHEE! PLEASE!”

“Mmm…I’ll think about it.” The cruel nurse said and nearly tripled the speed of her incessant, awful finger tapping.

Having already been tickled through one explosive orgasm barely two minutes before, Dee’s fear of it happening a second time was a torment all on it’s own. Unfortunately for the wildly laughing girl, toe-curling dread was not enough to stop the unforgiving freight train that was her arousal. Too late to do anything about it even if Tabby had stopped then and there, the hopelessly ticklish redhead shuddered violently as a drenching series of thick squirts gushed from between her legs.

“Oh hoo hoo! This is a good one!” Tabby slid her vicious fingertip up across the howling girl’s slippery pussy lips and flickered her excruciatingly sensitive clit.

“NAAAHGODNO!” Dee gave a deafening scream, tears pouring down her freckled cheeks. “IT’S TOO MUCH! AHAHA! NOT THERE! EEEEIEEHEE!”

“You’re lucky Doctor Weider’s coming back…” The nurse purred as she peeled herself off the gasping girl, making sure to give her a tiny kiss on the cheek before standing upright. Looking at her soaked hand while Dee took in deep, desperate breaths, Tabby raised one eyebrow. “She’s right you know, we really do need a sink in here.”

Thirty seconds later, while the duplicitous nurse was using a wet-wipe to hurriedly clean her lust-drenched hand, the far off door clicked open once again. Still reeling from her calamitous climaxes, Dee froze in an effort to not make her post-orgasm fatigue look quite so obvious. She should have told Doctor Weider about her employee’s unauthorized examinations, she certainly wanted to, but Tabby was as terrifying as she was sexy. With Weider at least Dee still held some doubt as to her motives, though a less bewildered brain might have been able to see them more clearly. Nurse Tabby was a different story altogether, the slender vixen didn’t even pretend to hide her sadistic intent. Tied down naked and horribly ticklish, the last thing the comely girl wanted was to get on the bad side of someone who seemed to relish in her suffering.

“You look hot, Miss Doherty.” The Amazonian doctor stepped up to the bottom of the exam table. “One last little bit to go then we’ll open a window for you.”

“If any of the girls are outside, you don’t want them hearing you.” Tabby added as she tossed her wet-wipe into a little garbage can. “They tend to get a little rabid at the sound of laughter.”

“W…we’re nearly done?” Dee said softly, her stomach twisting in knots as she watched the fearsome nurse stroll down to stand beside the imposing doctor, both women looming over her defenseless bare feet. “Can I…can I have a rest? Please doctor, just a little one. Just a minute.” Anything to calm down, anything to not cum herself silly again.

“I really only have a few minutes left.” Doctor Weider moved both hands up to hover either side of the redhead’s trembling right foot. “Best we get on with it.”

“…no…” Her voice came out in a barely audible squeak, the disheveled girl’s eyes staring down the length of her nude body at the four hands surrounding her vulnerable soles. “God help me, don’t make meEEEIIIIEEE!” Dee wasn’t even particularly religious but she’d have prayed to anyone who could have stopped those twenty deft fingers from running riot around her hyperticklish feet. Anyone except maybe the devil, as he’d already taken the form of a sultry nurse it seemed.

It was rare for Wallace to get all ten fingers on Dee’s feet. Usually he needed one arm to hold her in place while the other tickled, anything less and she could often squirm enough to slip away. He’d catch her again of course, but there were a few seconds of giggly panic where she got to be free. Fortunately he was never too creative with how he held Dee down and those occasional ten finger attacks were short-lived, terrible anomalies. Ten fingers on each foot, the frenzied girl had learned within the first few seconds under Tabby and Doctor Weider, was another world entirely. Perhaps it was because the two women were considerably more skilled than Wallace’s pawing attempts, or maybe it was because Dee was inhumanly horny, probably a mixture of both. Either way, the effect of both women’s adept digits scribbling around her soles was sending Dee into new heights of ticklish lunacy.

Long red nails raked down the berserk young woman’s right sole, scratched lightly around her tender heel and had more than enough numbers to dance along the tips of her tiny toes at the same time. Over on the left foot things were fairing no better, Tabby’s agile fingertips forcing their way between Dee’s straining toes and skating freely around her helpless arch. Sixty endless seconds into the shrieking ordeal and Doctor Weider got the bright idea to push the redhead’s toes back with one hand. Her foot forced to stretch and silky sole pulled taut, Dee could do nothing as five of the physician’s talons ran riot up and down their unmovable playground. Copying her boss, Tabby too forced the cackling girl’s toes back on the left and used the newly exposed skin to frolic under Dee’s trapped toes.

Screaming, mindless laughter roared out of the hysterical girl, not a single coherent word to be heard among it. For all the tears and sweat and struggling one would hardly know Dee was bordering on exhaustion by the way she thrashed. Bucking her cushiony butt up and down rapidly, her big bare boobs rocked and her hair flew, restraints rattling loudly as if she were midway through an exorcism. Sadly for Dee the only thing that was about to be forced out of her was a third thunderous orgasm, her sopping wet pussy still tingling intensely from the last two.

Doctor Weider had released Dee’s toes and was using all ten of her claws again, five on top and five on bottom and no escape for the agonizingly ticklish foot stuck between. The left sole was still getting a five finger treatment though at that point in her madness the helpless girl could hardly who tell who was doing what anymore. Through teary eyes and crazed fervor Dee caught glimpses of her tormentors, the statuesque blonde’s expression calm and professional while the busty nurse maintained a mischievous grin. Truth be told even after a life of being teased and tickled, even after a boisterous boyfriend like Wallace and all her own private fantasies, the voluptuous redhead never believed anyone could be made to suffer so bad and laugh so hard at the same time.

“HNNNGGGHHHH!” Dee’s muscles tensed and her toes curled so hard they slipped from Tabby’s grip. Opening her mouth to a wailing screech, countless fingers continued to spider around her pinkened soles as an ocean of magma hot carnality burst throughout her body.

In their most fiendish maneuver yet, of which the pair seemed to have an endless supply, Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby carried on their twenty-fingered assault without pause. While Dee’s buxom body fought to moan, to laugh, to breathe, and most of all flee as far away as possible, their devilish digits didn’t stop. Long nails scampered down the sides of her right foot, around the heels and balls, across the tops of her toes, every swift stroke sending jolts of ticklish agony that spurred on her orgasm even more. Wave after messy wave surged from Dee’s quaking pussy, the bed sheet a darkened puddle between her honey-drizzled thighs.

“Excellent work, Miss Doherty.” Doctor Weider said, her words falling on deaf ears as the bewildered girl lay in delirious state of gasps, moans and leftover giggles. “I’ve no doubt your benefactor will be most pleased with your results.”

A few minutes went by as Dee continued to squirm, barely sane enough to recognize she wasn’t being tickled anymore. Her pussy throbbed and the bottoms of her feet tingled so much the soaked redhead kept twitching and squeaking with bouts of girlish laughter. Voices came after a while, the soupy warmth of her orgasm slowly subsiding, a conversation between two women but Dee was still too wrecked to make out the words. Only when Doctor Weider’s hand stroked a stray thread of hair out of the bound woman’s face did the world start to melt back into something that made halfway sense. Looking up and blinking away tears, Dee felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of the older woman’s deceptively kind features gazing back down at her.

“I really must get to my next appointment.” Doctor Weider said in that slightly husky, nipple-hardening voice of hers. “You truly did do wonderfully today, I think you’ve earned a long rest.” She turned and started striding toward the door, heels clicking as she walked. “Tabby will take care of you from here.”

“W…what?” Dee murmured uncertainly, propping her head up to see the long legged doctor was almost at the door. “N-no. No, wait!”

“Take care, Miss Doherty!” Weider held the handle, the door half open.

“No! Nono! Doctor! DOCTOR PLEASE!” Craning her head forward as far as her bonds would let her, the red-faced girl’s distress heightened with each desperate word, then the door clicked shut. “Come back! COME BACK! DOCTOOOR!”

“Why are you hollering for the doctor?” Tabby’s eerily calm voice came from a few away, right beside the cabinetry. “She told you I’d take care of you.”

As she lowered her head slowly back down to the bed Dee didn’t even want to look at the coy nurse. Terrible as being tortured by the two women had been, somehow being left alone with Tabby felt infinitely worse. Hearing the sultry demoness shuffle around, the bound girl cringed as she tried to avoid thinking about what was in store for her. Regardless of her efforts, thoughts of the nurse’s fingers dancing across her supple flesh gave Dee a most uncomfortable quiver, a titillating tremble right between her sticky thighs. When footsteps started padding slowly toward the examination table, it was all the frighteningly aroused redhead could do not to close her eyes.

“Alone at last.” The seductively cruel nurse had stripped down to her lacy black bra and panties. Placing one hand gently on the thin mattress, Tabby maintained eye contact as she climbed onto the bed with cat-like grace. Stretching one of her long, tanned legs over the trapped girl’s hips she came to straddle her patient just as she had the first time they were left alone. “I’m going to tickle you.” Tabby said as she slowly reached her arms out to either side and made menacing claw shapes with her hands. “And then…” Her fingers started wiggling, hands gradually drawing inward to the silently petrified girl’s helpless tummy. “...I’m going to give you a sponge bath.”

Dee said nothing, she knew there was no point and in another few seconds she’d be begging for mercy anyway. It might have been nice to show willpower, to make the decision to stay defiantly silent, but then such things were never much her strong suit. As she watched Tabby’s deviously dancing digits come ever closer the wide-eyed girl tried to look on the bright side. Once her torture was done, whenever that might be, and once the undoubtedly ticklish sponge bath was over, Dee could relax. Dee could take some solace in the fact that for once in her life she had made a good decision, because she had no doubt that things surely could not get any worse than this, at Jai Lin’s mansion.

The End​