Teenticklehell
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This was a story commissioned by Zillman. He wanted the Maine Meteorologist Sarah Long tickle tortured. It took a bit longer than expected, but I hope it is enjoyable.
I sat in the dark room, inhaling the cool filtered air. The soft hums, the vibratory whirring of a computer station a couple of feet away, relaxed me into a state almost like a baby in the womb. It had the same effect a washing machine might have on someone.
The sound of soft snoring emanated from the darkness, like a baby dragon's slumber in a cave. I sat wondering what would happen when the dragon woke and found me in its lair.
Would it be angry? Would it roar and breathe fire upon me? Roast me? Or would it scream in terror? Be frightened; terrified with wide eyes. Would it scream for its mother to get its mother to devour me? To defend it?
How wide would the dragon's eyes get when it realizes that its mother is nowhere to hear its screams?
I licked my lips to wet them; I opened a bottle of water and drank the whole thing. This air was a tad drying, so I'd have to turn on a humidifier.
Ten minutes later I rose from my seat and left the room to use the toilet. Passing the humidifier, I turned it on. In the bathroom, I sat on the toilet and urinated. I got up, washed my hands, and splashed some water on my face. I looked in my reflected eyes and saw red veins. This work was always boring initially.
It has it's perks though; particularly when the work actually begins.
I heard shouting in the dark room, I dried my hands, then lazily made my way back to the chamber.
The dragon has woken from its slumber.
"Oh my god where am I?!" she cried in the darkness.
"Oh, do not worry," I said as I slid a pair of goggles on and pressed a button. The world around me glowed bright green as the night vision activated. "You're somewhere in Hallowell."
"Who are you?" she shouted into the darkness, looking away from me. She was a plump, fleshy woman. Some might call her Rubenesque. Or, maybe Fluffy is a better category. Her brown hair fell over her pale skin. "Who are you and why am I stuck here?" she said 'I' the way a petulant child would have said, 'But IIII didn't do it.' such a silly little girl.
I quietly slid up to her left side.
"Hello?! HELLO! ANSWER ME!"
I wiggled a finger in her open armpit.
"OH GOD!" She squealed and turned her head to me. Her eyes darted around, searching for me. I reached around and stroked her other pit, causing her to yelp and look in the other direction. "YEEHEHEE STOP IT!" She shot.
I wiggled my index finger in her navel, "YIPE!" her right lower ribs, "STOP!" her left upper rib, "STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!"
I paused, and slowly moved around and stood silently just looking her over. I then dove into her fleshy armpits.
She tried to hold herself together, but it lasted half a second before she erupted into raucous laughter.
"GEHAHAHAHAAA GET OUT OF MY PITS! GAAAHAHAHAHAAA!!"
I dug deep, exploring all the twists and turns andmaking her underarms my home before I abruptly stopped. She was panting, sweating, and her ample bosom rose and fell.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" She cried. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY AM I HERE?!"
I walked behind her, and took out a remote. I removed my goggles, closed my eyes and pressed the button.
"GAH! What the FUCK!?" She shouted. The lights came on, stunning her.
She was facing away from me, and couldn't turn her head to view her surroundings. I reached from under her and resumed my playful work in her exposed armpits.
Sarah could only do the undless tickle dance as I enjoyed her moist armpits, and she let out a round of healthy roaring laughter.
"STAHAHAHAHAAAP STAAAAAAAAP PLEAAAAHEHEHEEEEE PLEEEEAAAAHAHAHAAAAAA!"
"Are you TICKLISH Sarah?! You didn't tell me you were ticklish. Now why do girls not tell me their ticklish?" I rose up from behind her and gazed on her cackling face, twisted into laughing agony. I dug more. "Is it because it's you're biggest weakness?"
"PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAAA GAAAAD STAAAAP!"
"I'm sorry, God isn't going to stop this at all." I kissed her forehead and scribbled hard on her pits and down to her ribs before stopping. "I'll stop when I feel like it."
"Who--Who are you?" she asked through heavy panting. Sweat dribbled off her chin and soaked her shirt. I couldn't wait to tear it off her, but that would wait until after introductions.
"I am Christie Beran." I said, with a flourish of my hands. I spread my arms and turned around, "And welcome to my laboratory." All around me the room was tiled white from the floors to the walls, on one side was a small freezer, a desk and a set of syringes, on the other side where Sarah was, the machine that she was strapped to.
"Now, you can't see it, Sarah," I said turning to her, "but this is my Tickle Lab. See, I have a penchant for catching women, and tickling the complete dog shit out of them. Like I'm going to do you." I didn't say it in a threatening way, quite a happy tone actually. It didn't stop Sarah from Freaking out though.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE! You open this thing RIGHT NOW!"
"No." I wiggled my fingers in her left pit. She tried to evade them. "Ah, Sarah, I didn't think the esteemed Meteorologist of Maine was so sensitive to a few fingertip strokes." I removed my fingers, "But do not worry, I won't be tickling you anymore."
She seemed to calm down. "Thank you. Now let me--"
"My machines will.”
“What?”
I pressed a button on the remote, and a low droning hum filled my ears. Sarah looked as far as she could, but she couldn't see the brushes rising from the floor, closing in on her soles. The moment they made contact, the whole chair shook as the woman jumped.
“AAAAAAAAAAH!” her feet wiggled, her toes stretched as if reaching out for help, as the brushes slid up and down her pale pink wrinkled soles.
“HEHEHE OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAA OH GOD! TAKE THEM OFF TAKETHEMOFFHAHAHAAA! TAKETHEMOFF!!!”
“You're laughing Sarah, I see you like it! I'm so glad.”
“TAKE THEM OFF!!” Sarah's face was turning beet red. “HAHAHAHAHAAAA HAAAAAHAHAHAHAAA!!! PLEEEEEEASE!!!”
Another button brought a pair of hands at her sides. The gloved fingers began to dance merrily along her ribs, and Sarah began wiggling from side to side, the chair squeaked rhythmically.
“NAWWWWWHAWHAWHAWSTOPIT. HAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”
“Oh you're doing the tickle dance again! I should put a bit of music on!” I strolled over to my workstation, and opened up the media player. “I think you'll enjoy this song. It's so CONVENIENT!” I shouted over her raucous laughter. The loudspeaker began pumping out Jurgen Schlachter's The Big Laugh.
“Ah, that is music to my ears, what about yours?" I picked up a pair of scissors and walked over to the laughing woman. I proceeded to snip away at the shirt she wore until it fell open, and then snipped the brassiere which popped apart with ease. "Ah, such a lovely bosom. I stroked her nipple with a fingernail. She jerked away, but I could see it the nipple stiffening. "Ah, such a sensitive areola. Is it as ticklish as your feet, or more?"
I began to draw circles around her nipples and watched them become more erect. Sarah was sweating profusely, but that was because of the tickling, not from arousal. I hadn't yet heard a moan of pleasure, just the cackles of desperate laughter. I grew tired of toying with Sarah's breasts, and I moved down with my scissors to her slacks.
I cut them from the base of zipper to the crotch, and then ripped them open, revealing a pair of black panties.I scribbled my fingers on the panties and got a new reaction out of her.
"NOOOO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! STOP IT! DON'T TICKLE ME THERE YOU FREEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!" she slammed the chair with her back and howled harder. "WOOOAHOHOHOHOHHOOO!!"
"This is tiring my hands." I said, "Fortunately I have a machine that can emulate them." I pressed a button, and a mechanical arm lowered and with the equivalent of twenty fingers on its "hand". I cut the panties, and put the mechanical hand right on her well kept, curly haired mound.
The fingers began to scribble effortlessly, shifting deftly as Sarah contorted to evade the other tickling machines.
"WHY...WHAHAHAHA..."
"Why? Because you get the weather wrong. I like to know the accurate weather, and you always end up making me walk out and I get rained on, expecting it to be sunny. I plan for a nice day on the lake and it rains. Last month you said it was going to be a warm winter day, and the next hour a complete blizzard deluged the whole town." I held my palms up, and looked at her incredulously. "What the fuck lady? You got thousands of people hanging on your every word, and here you are, making people go bonkers over the weather. Well, this stops now." I pulled a syringe filled with a sloshing red liquid.
"This is going to make you even more ticklish. So ticklish that just blowing in your ear will make you cum like a water fountain."
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed as I brought the syringe toward her.
"Oh, you're gonna LAAAAAAUGH." I said as I dragged the needle along her forearm. "It's gonna TIIICKLLLLLE. And you're gonna EXPLODE!" I plunged the needle in her arm, roughly, unprofessional I know. The liquid flowed into her vein, but nothing changed at first. I went back to my seat near the computer station, and I watched and waited.
I closed my eyes and listened to her frenzied laughter, punctuated by the squeaking of the chair she was bound to. Over the course of twenty minutes, I heard her laughter go from high pitched and frenzied, to a mix of moaning and bellowy, like a pirate.
I glanced at the Meteorologist, glistening with sweat under the light. Laughter pumping out of her mout like a mechanized songstress.
“Are you ticklish yet, Miss Long?” I shouted mockingly. “Do you want to orgasm yet, Miss Long?”
Her only response was a return to frenzied laughter. She was drowning in her own chuckles, and I so enjoyed it.
I turned to the computer, and opened the video program that had been running. One side of the screen had a stream cast of the whole event. On the other, a chat log, with various people commenting on the video. I began typing.
"...how do you like Sarah Long?"
"Fucking sweet bro."
"TICKLE HER MORE"
"Use the vibrator, like you did on the girl a couple of episodes back."
"...I'm glad you like her. What else should I do?"
"use the tummy rumbler"
"Same"
"DEFINITELY THE RUMBLER"
"...Alright. The rumbler it is."
I tapped a few more keys, and a loud whining sound accompanied a device that lowered from the ceiling. It was a spider-looking machine that had ten red dildos attached to it. The machine opened and closed like a hand.
The tummy rumbler lowered onto Sarah's Midsection and the dildos began vibrating and the machine poked them into various parts of her torso. two of the dildos were jammed into her underarms, while others maneuvered along her ribs. Some focused on the line along her hips, and lower belly, and sides, and one focused solely on her navel.
I thought for a moment that Sarah had died, but she had just gone into silent laughter. The machine whirred, Sarah twitched madly, and every few moments my chat box was exploding with comments of people telling me how awesome I was for getting her.
"Hmmm...this is a good day." I said, "I think I'll go get some tea." I went to the door, and took a glance back at Sarah. She looked in my direction, eyes pleading for an end to her torture. I smiled and waved. "I'll see you later!" I bounced down the hall and found some hibiscus tea.
A gut wrenching cackle emanated through the hall. I poured my tea and watched the water turn red.
I sat in the dark room, inhaling the cool filtered air. The soft hums, the vibratory whirring of a computer station a couple of feet away, relaxed me into a state almost like a baby in the womb. It had the same effect a washing machine might have on someone.
The sound of soft snoring emanated from the darkness, like a baby dragon's slumber in a cave. I sat wondering what would happen when the dragon woke and found me in its lair.
Would it be angry? Would it roar and breathe fire upon me? Roast me? Or would it scream in terror? Be frightened; terrified with wide eyes. Would it scream for its mother to get its mother to devour me? To defend it?
How wide would the dragon's eyes get when it realizes that its mother is nowhere to hear its screams?
I licked my lips to wet them; I opened a bottle of water and drank the whole thing. This air was a tad drying, so I'd have to turn on a humidifier.
Ten minutes later I rose from my seat and left the room to use the toilet. Passing the humidifier, I turned it on. In the bathroom, I sat on the toilet and urinated. I got up, washed my hands, and splashed some water on my face. I looked in my reflected eyes and saw red veins. This work was always boring initially.
It has it's perks though; particularly when the work actually begins.
I heard shouting in the dark room, I dried my hands, then lazily made my way back to the chamber.
The dragon has woken from its slumber.
"Oh my god where am I?!" she cried in the darkness.
"Oh, do not worry," I said as I slid a pair of goggles on and pressed a button. The world around me glowed bright green as the night vision activated. "You're somewhere in Hallowell."
"Who are you?" she shouted into the darkness, looking away from me. She was a plump, fleshy woman. Some might call her Rubenesque. Or, maybe Fluffy is a better category. Her brown hair fell over her pale skin. "Who are you and why am I stuck here?" she said 'I' the way a petulant child would have said, 'But IIII didn't do it.' such a silly little girl.
I quietly slid up to her left side.
"Hello?! HELLO! ANSWER ME!"
I wiggled a finger in her open armpit.
"OH GOD!" She squealed and turned her head to me. Her eyes darted around, searching for me. I reached around and stroked her other pit, causing her to yelp and look in the other direction. "YEEHEHEE STOP IT!" She shot.
I wiggled my index finger in her navel, "YIPE!" her right lower ribs, "STOP!" her left upper rib, "STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!"
I paused, and slowly moved around and stood silently just looking her over. I then dove into her fleshy armpits.
She tried to hold herself together, but it lasted half a second before she erupted into raucous laughter.
"GEHAHAHAHAAA GET OUT OF MY PITS! GAAAHAHAHAHAAA!!"
I dug deep, exploring all the twists and turns andmaking her underarms my home before I abruptly stopped. She was panting, sweating, and her ample bosom rose and fell.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" She cried. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY AM I HERE?!"
I walked behind her, and took out a remote. I removed my goggles, closed my eyes and pressed the button.
"GAH! What the FUCK!?" She shouted. The lights came on, stunning her.
She was facing away from me, and couldn't turn her head to view her surroundings. I reached from under her and resumed my playful work in her exposed armpits.
Sarah could only do the undless tickle dance as I enjoyed her moist armpits, and she let out a round of healthy roaring laughter.
"STAHAHAHAHAAAP STAAAAAAAAP PLEAAAAHEHEHEEEEE PLEEEEAAAAHAHAHAAAAAA!"
"Are you TICKLISH Sarah?! You didn't tell me you were ticklish. Now why do girls not tell me their ticklish?" I rose up from behind her and gazed on her cackling face, twisted into laughing agony. I dug more. "Is it because it's you're biggest weakness?"
"PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAAA GAAAAD STAAAAP!"
"I'm sorry, God isn't going to stop this at all." I kissed her forehead and scribbled hard on her pits and down to her ribs before stopping. "I'll stop when I feel like it."
"Who--Who are you?" she asked through heavy panting. Sweat dribbled off her chin and soaked her shirt. I couldn't wait to tear it off her, but that would wait until after introductions.
"I am Christie Beran." I said, with a flourish of my hands. I spread my arms and turned around, "And welcome to my laboratory." All around me the room was tiled white from the floors to the walls, on one side was a small freezer, a desk and a set of syringes, on the other side where Sarah was, the machine that she was strapped to.
"Now, you can't see it, Sarah," I said turning to her, "but this is my Tickle Lab. See, I have a penchant for catching women, and tickling the complete dog shit out of them. Like I'm going to do you." I didn't say it in a threatening way, quite a happy tone actually. It didn't stop Sarah from Freaking out though.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE! You open this thing RIGHT NOW!"
"No." I wiggled my fingers in her left pit. She tried to evade them. "Ah, Sarah, I didn't think the esteemed Meteorologist of Maine was so sensitive to a few fingertip strokes." I removed my fingers, "But do not worry, I won't be tickling you anymore."
She seemed to calm down. "Thank you. Now let me--"
"My machines will.”
“What?”
I pressed a button on the remote, and a low droning hum filled my ears. Sarah looked as far as she could, but she couldn't see the brushes rising from the floor, closing in on her soles. The moment they made contact, the whole chair shook as the woman jumped.
“AAAAAAAAAAH!” her feet wiggled, her toes stretched as if reaching out for help, as the brushes slid up and down her pale pink wrinkled soles.
“HEHEHE OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAA OH GOD! TAKE THEM OFF TAKETHEMOFFHAHAHAAA! TAKETHEMOFF!!!”
“You're laughing Sarah, I see you like it! I'm so glad.”
“TAKE THEM OFF!!” Sarah's face was turning beet red. “HAHAHAHAHAAAA HAAAAAHAHAHAHAAA!!! PLEEEEEEASE!!!”
Another button brought a pair of hands at her sides. The gloved fingers began to dance merrily along her ribs, and Sarah began wiggling from side to side, the chair squeaked rhythmically.
“NAWWWWWHAWHAWHAWSTOPIT. HAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”
“Oh you're doing the tickle dance again! I should put a bit of music on!” I strolled over to my workstation, and opened up the media player. “I think you'll enjoy this song. It's so CONVENIENT!” I shouted over her raucous laughter. The loudspeaker began pumping out Jurgen Schlachter's The Big Laugh.
“Ah, that is music to my ears, what about yours?" I picked up a pair of scissors and walked over to the laughing woman. I proceeded to snip away at the shirt she wore until it fell open, and then snipped the brassiere which popped apart with ease. "Ah, such a lovely bosom. I stroked her nipple with a fingernail. She jerked away, but I could see it the nipple stiffening. "Ah, such a sensitive areola. Is it as ticklish as your feet, or more?"
I began to draw circles around her nipples and watched them become more erect. Sarah was sweating profusely, but that was because of the tickling, not from arousal. I hadn't yet heard a moan of pleasure, just the cackles of desperate laughter. I grew tired of toying with Sarah's breasts, and I moved down with my scissors to her slacks.
I cut them from the base of zipper to the crotch, and then ripped them open, revealing a pair of black panties.I scribbled my fingers on the panties and got a new reaction out of her.
"NOOOO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! STOP IT! DON'T TICKLE ME THERE YOU FREEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!" she slammed the chair with her back and howled harder. "WOOOAHOHOHOHOHHOOO!!"
"This is tiring my hands." I said, "Fortunately I have a machine that can emulate them." I pressed a button, and a mechanical arm lowered and with the equivalent of twenty fingers on its "hand". I cut the panties, and put the mechanical hand right on her well kept, curly haired mound.
The fingers began to scribble effortlessly, shifting deftly as Sarah contorted to evade the other tickling machines.
"WHY...WHAHAHAHA..."
"Why? Because you get the weather wrong. I like to know the accurate weather, and you always end up making me walk out and I get rained on, expecting it to be sunny. I plan for a nice day on the lake and it rains. Last month you said it was going to be a warm winter day, and the next hour a complete blizzard deluged the whole town." I held my palms up, and looked at her incredulously. "What the fuck lady? You got thousands of people hanging on your every word, and here you are, making people go bonkers over the weather. Well, this stops now." I pulled a syringe filled with a sloshing red liquid.
"This is going to make you even more ticklish. So ticklish that just blowing in your ear will make you cum like a water fountain."
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed as I brought the syringe toward her.
"Oh, you're gonna LAAAAAAUGH." I said as I dragged the needle along her forearm. "It's gonna TIIICKLLLLLE. And you're gonna EXPLODE!" I plunged the needle in her arm, roughly, unprofessional I know. The liquid flowed into her vein, but nothing changed at first. I went back to my seat near the computer station, and I watched and waited.
I closed my eyes and listened to her frenzied laughter, punctuated by the squeaking of the chair she was bound to. Over the course of twenty minutes, I heard her laughter go from high pitched and frenzied, to a mix of moaning and bellowy, like a pirate.
I glanced at the Meteorologist, glistening with sweat under the light. Laughter pumping out of her mout like a mechanized songstress.
“Are you ticklish yet, Miss Long?” I shouted mockingly. “Do you want to orgasm yet, Miss Long?”
Her only response was a return to frenzied laughter. She was drowning in her own chuckles, and I so enjoyed it.
I turned to the computer, and opened the video program that had been running. One side of the screen had a stream cast of the whole event. On the other, a chat log, with various people commenting on the video. I began typing.
"...how do you like Sarah Long?"
"Fucking sweet bro."
"TICKLE HER MORE"
"Use the vibrator, like you did on the girl a couple of episodes back."
"...I'm glad you like her. What else should I do?"
"use the tummy rumbler"
"Same"
"DEFINITELY THE RUMBLER"
"...Alright. The rumbler it is."
I tapped a few more keys, and a loud whining sound accompanied a device that lowered from the ceiling. It was a spider-looking machine that had ten red dildos attached to it. The machine opened and closed like a hand.
The tummy rumbler lowered onto Sarah's Midsection and the dildos began vibrating and the machine poked them into various parts of her torso. two of the dildos were jammed into her underarms, while others maneuvered along her ribs. Some focused on the line along her hips, and lower belly, and sides, and one focused solely on her navel.
I thought for a moment that Sarah had died, but she had just gone into silent laughter. The machine whirred, Sarah twitched madly, and every few moments my chat box was exploding with comments of people telling me how awesome I was for getting her.
"Hmmm...this is a good day." I said, "I think I'll go get some tea." I went to the door, and took a glance back at Sarah. She looked in my direction, eyes pleading for an end to her torture. I smiled and waved. "I'll see you later!" I bounced down the hall and found some hibiscus tea.
A gut wrenching cackle emanated through the hall. I poured my tea and watched the water turn red.
