Dr TickleNapper
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- Dec 20, 2023
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Courtney, a vivacious and attractive teenage girl, was known for her energetic spirit and enthusiasm. As a cheerleader at her school, she was admired by her peers for her talent and dedication. On weekends, she worked at the local mall, where she was a well-liked employee.
Despite the company policy prohibiting employees from borrowing clothing from the department store, Courtney occasionally took advantage of her position to enhance her wardrobe for weekend outings. Although this practice was against the rules, there was never any concrete evidence linking Courtney to the missing items.
As Saturday afternoon approached, Courtney prepared for her upcoming shift at the mall. She had a party to attend that night and had meticulously planned her outfit. She intended to wear a tantalizingly short denim skirt, a pair of stylish heels, and a crop top - a combination that would undoubtedly turn heads at the party.
Courtney's excitement grew as she imagined the reactions of her friends when they saw her in her carefully chosen ensemble. She knew that bending the rules at work was a risk, but the allure of wearing such a provocative outfit was too tempting to resist.
On Saturday, Courtney reported to work at the department store, eager to complete her 4-hour shift so she could return home and prepare for the night's festivities. As part of the store's marketing strategy, employees were permitted to wear clothing items from the store during their shifts, but they were required to leave the garments at the store when their work was done.
Eager to showcase her provocative outfit, Courtney donned the short denim skirt, heels, and crop top in the employee changing room. As she reached for the door handle to exit the changing area, a sudden and unexpected trapdoor opened beneath her feet. Before she could react, Courtney was slid down into a secluded basement with no visible means of escape.
Confused and frightened, Courtney found herself trapped in the dimly lit basement. She quickly realized that her carefully crafted plans for the evening were now in jeopardy, and she was faced with the daunting task of finding a way out of her predicament.
As Courtney's eyes adjusted to the darkness of the basement, she noticed a strange contraption looming behind her. The machine appeared to be some sort of industrial apparatus, complete with two large mechanical arms that ended in human-like hands. Smaller arms were positioned on either side of the main structure, giving the device an ominous and intimidating presence.
Looking around the room, Courtney observed peculiar footprints on the floor. The prints were roughly four feet apart, suggesting that they belonged to a much taller individual than herself. Leather straps lay nearby, adding to the unsettling atmosphere of the basement.
One of the hands on the machine's mechanical arms held a small note. Curiosity piqued, Courtney approached the contraption and carefully retrieved the note. As she unfolded the paper, she prepared herself for whatever message it might contain.
The note in Courtney's hand read, "Stealing is not allowed. Look up." Intrigued and slightly unnerved, she followed the instruction and raised her gaze. To her astonishment, she saw cash materialize in the hands of the machine. The money seemed to be an offering to pay for the clothing she had taken from the store, but the question of who was responsible for this bizarre turn of events lingered in her mind.
As Courtney reached for the cash, the machine suddenly sprung to life. The mechanical hands closed around her wrists, hoisting them above her head. Simultaneously, the straps near the footprints lashed out, wrapping themselves around her ankles and forcing them apart to align with the marks on the floor. In an instant, Courtney found herself completely immobilized and at the mercy of the mysterious contraption.
With her limbs restrained and her body exposed, Courtney's heart raced as she struggled against the machine's unyielding grip. The situation had taken a dark and frightening turn, leaving her feeling vulnerable and helpless.
As Courtney's eyes darted around the dimly lit basement, she couldn't help but fixate on the barely-there denim skirt that clung to her lower body. The skirt was so short that it barely covered her most intimate areas, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. The fabric was so tight that it accentuated the curves of her hips and thighs, making her all the more aware of her delicate position.
Her crop top, now pulled up by her raised arms, revealed a generous portion of her supple, small underboob. The soft swell of her breasts was tantalizingly displayed, her pert nipples barely concealed beneath the thin fabric. The top was so tight that it seemed as though it might rip at any moment, further exposing her vulnerable body.
The metallic noises of the machine filled the air, a symphony of whirring gears and creaking arms that only served to heighten Courtney's sense of dread. The smaller arms of the contraption began to move, their purpose unknown but undoubtedly sinister. As she faced the machine, her body stretched taut and her limbs held firmly in place, Courtney's heart raced with fear and anticipation, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.
Her helpless state was a stark reminder of the consequences of her actions, and she couldn't help but wonder who had orchestrated this bizarre and frightening scenario. The machine's cold, unyielding grip on her body left her feeling vulnerable and exposed, her every movement restricted and controlled by the contraption that held her captive.
As the machine's smaller arms continued their slow, deliberate work on Courtney's denim skirt, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. Each button that was undone brought her closer to the unknown, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
The skirt, now hanging loosely around her waist, revealed the waistband of her white panties. The thin fabric hugged her hips, teasingly concealing her most intimate areas. The contrast between the white panties and the dark denim skirt was striking, a visual reminder of Courtney's vulnerability.
The screen on the machine flickered again, the words "Naughty, naughty, you shouldn't steal" taunting her with each blink. The message seemed to echo through the basement, a constant reminder of her transgressions and the punishment that awaited her.
Courtney's mind raced with thoughts of what might come next. Would the machine continue to strip her of her clothing, leaving her exposed and humiliated? Or would it simply remove her skirt, allowing her to retain some semblance of modesty? The uncertainty was almost unbearable, and she couldn't help but wonder who was behind this cruel and unusual punishment.
As the machine's arms paused for a moment, Courtney's heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and she braced herself for whatever the machine had in store for her next.
Courtney writhed in her restraints, her body tense with fear and anticipation. She couldn't help but glance at her reflection in the machine's metallic surface, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of her barely covered body. The crop top and revealing panties left little to the imagination, and the helplessness she felt in the machine's grasp was all too apparent.
As the machine's smaller arms moved again, Courtney's eyes widened in horror as she saw what appeared to be tickling devices emerging from the contraption. The implements looked menacing, their feathery ends glinting in the dim light of the basement.
A sudden realization washed over Courtney as she understood what was about to happen. The machine was going to use these devices to torment her, to exploit her vulnerability and leave her writhing in a mixture of fear and laughter. The thought was almost too much to bear, and she couldn't help but wonder who had orchestrated this cruel and unusual punishment.
As the tickling devices approached her exposed skin, Courtney's heart raced, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and she braced herself for the onslaught of sensations that were about to engulf her helpless body.
As the tickling devices made contact with Courtney's skin, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise. The sensation was both gentle and unnerving, the feathery ends of the devices tickling her sensitive armpits and sending shivers down her spine. Her body tensed, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as she tried to suppress her laughter.
The machine's arms then moved to explore her inner thighs, the delicate skin there particularly sensitive to the tickling sensation. With her legs spread helplessly apart, Courtney felt a sense of vulnerability and exposure that only heightened her fear and anticipation. The tickling devices danced along her inner thighs, their feathery ends sending waves of laughter-inducing pleasure coursing through her body.
As the machine's attention shifted to her sides and tummy, Courtney's laughter became more pronounced. The tickling sensation was almost unbearable, her body writhing in the machine's grasp as she tried to escape the relentless onslaught. The laughter that escaped her lips was a mixture of fear, pleasure, and desperation, a testament to the cruel and unusual punishment she was enduring at the hands of the mysterious contraption.
As the tickling devices continued their exploration, they ventured dangerously close to Courtney's panty line. The feathery ends danced along the edge of her white panties, tantalizingly close to her most intimate areas. The sensation was both pleasurable and terrifying, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation as she wondered what the machine had in store for her next.
The machine's arms then moved to tease along the lifted crop top, the tickling devices brushing against her exposed underboob. The sensation was almost unbearable, her pert nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her top as the machine's relentless tickling continued.
As Courtney's laughter-filled gasps filled the basement, the machine's screen flickered once more. The words "Open wide" appeared on the display, a sinister command that sent a shiver down Courtney's spine. She couldn't help but wonder what the machine had planned for her mouth, and the thought of the unknown sent a thrill of fear and excitement through her body.
As the machine's arms paused for a moment, Courtney's heart raced in her chest, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and she braced herself for whatever the machine had in store for her next.
Courtney hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she contemplated the machine's command. Despite her fear and uncertainty, she found herself unable to resist the order, her mouth slowly opening as she awaited the machine's next move.
As the cylindrical device with the helmet-shaped head approached her open mouth, Courtney couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion and curiosity. Why was she not closing her mouth? Why was she allowing the machine to continue its strange and unsettling exploration of her body?
The answer to her questions seemed to elude her, her body responding to the machine's commands in ways she couldn't quite understand. The sensation of the device entering her mouth was both strange and intimate, the helmet-shaped head pressing against her lips and tongue as it delved deeper.
Despite her fear and confusion, Courtney found herself unable to close her mouth and resist the machine's advances. The device continued its exploration, the sensation both pleasurable and terrifying as she wondered what the machine had planned for her next.
As the cylindrical device slid in and out of Courtney's mouth, she couldn't help but respond to the sensation. Her lips wrapped around the object, her tongue flicking against the helmet-shaped head as she began to suck on it. The taste was strange and unfamiliar, but the sensation was undeniable, her body reacting to the machine's advances in ways she couldn't quite comprehend.
As Courtney's drool began to mix with the device, the machine seemed to respond in kind. The screen flickered once more, the words "Good girl" appearing on the display. The machine's arms then moved to collect the drool, the tickling devices transforming the saliva into a viscous, tickle-inducing lotion.
The machine's smaller arms then began to apply the lotion to Courtney's body, the tickling sensation intensifying as the lotion was spread across her skin. Her laughter became more pronounced, her body writhing in the machine's grasp as she tried to escape the relentless onslaught.
As the machine continued its tickling assault, Courtney's heart raced in her chest, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and she braced herself for whatever the machine had in store for her next.
The machine continued its tickling and exploration for what felt like an eternity to Courtney. Her laughter and gasps filled the basement, her body trembling with a mixture of fear, pleasure, and desperation. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the cylindrical object in her mouth began to emit a sweet, almost intoxicating substance. The taste was unfamiliar, but the sensation was undeniable, and Courtney couldn't help but swallow the mysterious substance.
As the sweet taste filled her mouth, Courtney's eyelids began to feel heavy, her body growing limp in the machine's grasp. The tickling sensation seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of warmth and drowsiness that enveloped her entire being. With a final shuddering breath, Courtney succumbed to the effects of the mysterious substance, her consciousness slipping away as she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When Courtney awoke, she found herself back in the employee changing room, her stolen clothing neatly folded beside her. The events of the previous night seemed like a strange, unsettling dream, but the lingering sense of fear and vulnerability told her otherwise. As she dressed and prepared to leave the store, Courtney couldn't help but wonder who - or what - had orchestrated her bizarre and terrifying ordeal.
As she walked away from the department store, Courtney couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for the rules and boundaries that governed her life. The memory of the machine's cold, unyielding grip on her body served as a constant reminder of the consequences of her actions, and she vowed never to steal again. The ordeal had been a cruel and unusual punishment, but it had also been a valuable lesson, one that Courtney would carry with her for the rest of her life.
Despite the company policy prohibiting employees from borrowing clothing from the department store, Courtney occasionally took advantage of her position to enhance her wardrobe for weekend outings. Although this practice was against the rules, there was never any concrete evidence linking Courtney to the missing items.
As Saturday afternoon approached, Courtney prepared for her upcoming shift at the mall. She had a party to attend that night and had meticulously planned her outfit. She intended to wear a tantalizingly short denim skirt, a pair of stylish heels, and a crop top - a combination that would undoubtedly turn heads at the party.
Courtney's excitement grew as she imagined the reactions of her friends when they saw her in her carefully chosen ensemble. She knew that bending the rules at work was a risk, but the allure of wearing such a provocative outfit was too tempting to resist.
On Saturday, Courtney reported to work at the department store, eager to complete her 4-hour shift so she could return home and prepare for the night's festivities. As part of the store's marketing strategy, employees were permitted to wear clothing items from the store during their shifts, but they were required to leave the garments at the store when their work was done.
Eager to showcase her provocative outfit, Courtney donned the short denim skirt, heels, and crop top in the employee changing room. As she reached for the door handle to exit the changing area, a sudden and unexpected trapdoor opened beneath her feet. Before she could react, Courtney was slid down into a secluded basement with no visible means of escape.
Confused and frightened, Courtney found herself trapped in the dimly lit basement. She quickly realized that her carefully crafted plans for the evening were now in jeopardy, and she was faced with the daunting task of finding a way out of her predicament.
As Courtney's eyes adjusted to the darkness of the basement, she noticed a strange contraption looming behind her. The machine appeared to be some sort of industrial apparatus, complete with two large mechanical arms that ended in human-like hands. Smaller arms were positioned on either side of the main structure, giving the device an ominous and intimidating presence.
Looking around the room, Courtney observed peculiar footprints on the floor. The prints were roughly four feet apart, suggesting that they belonged to a much taller individual than herself. Leather straps lay nearby, adding to the unsettling atmosphere of the basement.
One of the hands on the machine's mechanical arms held a small note. Curiosity piqued, Courtney approached the contraption and carefully retrieved the note. As she unfolded the paper, she prepared herself for whatever message it might contain.
The note in Courtney's hand read, "Stealing is not allowed. Look up." Intrigued and slightly unnerved, she followed the instruction and raised her gaze. To her astonishment, she saw cash materialize in the hands of the machine. The money seemed to be an offering to pay for the clothing she had taken from the store, but the question of who was responsible for this bizarre turn of events lingered in her mind.
As Courtney reached for the cash, the machine suddenly sprung to life. The mechanical hands closed around her wrists, hoisting them above her head. Simultaneously, the straps near the footprints lashed out, wrapping themselves around her ankles and forcing them apart to align with the marks on the floor. In an instant, Courtney found herself completely immobilized and at the mercy of the mysterious contraption.
With her limbs restrained and her body exposed, Courtney's heart raced as she struggled against the machine's unyielding grip. The situation had taken a dark and frightening turn, leaving her feeling vulnerable and helpless.
As Courtney's eyes darted around the dimly lit basement, she couldn't help but fixate on the barely-there denim skirt that clung to her lower body. The skirt was so short that it barely covered her most intimate areas, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. The fabric was so tight that it accentuated the curves of her hips and thighs, making her all the more aware of her delicate position.
Her crop top, now pulled up by her raised arms, revealed a generous portion of her supple, small underboob. The soft swell of her breasts was tantalizingly displayed, her pert nipples barely concealed beneath the thin fabric. The top was so tight that it seemed as though it might rip at any moment, further exposing her vulnerable body.
The metallic noises of the machine filled the air, a symphony of whirring gears and creaking arms that only served to heighten Courtney's sense of dread. The smaller arms of the contraption began to move, their purpose unknown but undoubtedly sinister. As she faced the machine, her body stretched taut and her limbs held firmly in place, Courtney's heart raced with fear and anticipation, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.
Her helpless state was a stark reminder of the consequences of her actions, and she couldn't help but wonder who had orchestrated this bizarre and frightening scenario. The machine's cold, unyielding grip on her body left her feeling vulnerable and exposed, her every movement restricted and controlled by the contraption that held her captive.
As the machine's smaller arms continued their slow, deliberate work on Courtney's denim skirt, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. Each button that was undone brought her closer to the unknown, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
The skirt, now hanging loosely around her waist, revealed the waistband of her white panties. The thin fabric hugged her hips, teasingly concealing her most intimate areas. The contrast between the white panties and the dark denim skirt was striking, a visual reminder of Courtney's vulnerability.
The screen on the machine flickered again, the words "Naughty, naughty, you shouldn't steal" taunting her with each blink. The message seemed to echo through the basement, a constant reminder of her transgressions and the punishment that awaited her.
Courtney's mind raced with thoughts of what might come next. Would the machine continue to strip her of her clothing, leaving her exposed and humiliated? Or would it simply remove her skirt, allowing her to retain some semblance of modesty? The uncertainty was almost unbearable, and she couldn't help but wonder who was behind this cruel and unusual punishment.
As the machine's arms paused for a moment, Courtney's heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and she braced herself for whatever the machine had in store for her next.
Courtney writhed in her restraints, her body tense with fear and anticipation. She couldn't help but glance at her reflection in the machine's metallic surface, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of her barely covered body. The crop top and revealing panties left little to the imagination, and the helplessness she felt in the machine's grasp was all too apparent.
As the machine's smaller arms moved again, Courtney's eyes widened in horror as she saw what appeared to be tickling devices emerging from the contraption. The implements looked menacing, their feathery ends glinting in the dim light of the basement.
A sudden realization washed over Courtney as she understood what was about to happen. The machine was going to use these devices to torment her, to exploit her vulnerability and leave her writhing in a mixture of fear and laughter. The thought was almost too much to bear, and she couldn't help but wonder who had orchestrated this cruel and unusual punishment.
As the tickling devices approached her exposed skin, Courtney's heart raced, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and she braced herself for the onslaught of sensations that were about to engulf her helpless body.
As the tickling devices made contact with Courtney's skin, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise. The sensation was both gentle and unnerving, the feathery ends of the devices tickling her sensitive armpits and sending shivers down her spine. Her body tensed, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as she tried to suppress her laughter.
The machine's arms then moved to explore her inner thighs, the delicate skin there particularly sensitive to the tickling sensation. With her legs spread helplessly apart, Courtney felt a sense of vulnerability and exposure that only heightened her fear and anticipation. The tickling devices danced along her inner thighs, their feathery ends sending waves of laughter-inducing pleasure coursing through her body.
As the machine's attention shifted to her sides and tummy, Courtney's laughter became more pronounced. The tickling sensation was almost unbearable, her body writhing in the machine's grasp as she tried to escape the relentless onslaught. The laughter that escaped her lips was a mixture of fear, pleasure, and desperation, a testament to the cruel and unusual punishment she was enduring at the hands of the mysterious contraption.
As the tickling devices continued their exploration, they ventured dangerously close to Courtney's panty line. The feathery ends danced along the edge of her white panties, tantalizingly close to her most intimate areas. The sensation was both pleasurable and terrifying, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation as she wondered what the machine had in store for her next.
The machine's arms then moved to tease along the lifted crop top, the tickling devices brushing against her exposed underboob. The sensation was almost unbearable, her pert nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her top as the machine's relentless tickling continued.
As Courtney's laughter-filled gasps filled the basement, the machine's screen flickered once more. The words "Open wide" appeared on the display, a sinister command that sent a shiver down Courtney's spine. She couldn't help but wonder what the machine had planned for her mouth, and the thought of the unknown sent a thrill of fear and excitement through her body.
As the machine's arms paused for a moment, Courtney's heart raced in her chest, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and she braced herself for whatever the machine had in store for her next.
Courtney hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she contemplated the machine's command. Despite her fear and uncertainty, she found herself unable to resist the order, her mouth slowly opening as she awaited the machine's next move.
As the cylindrical device with the helmet-shaped head approached her open mouth, Courtney couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion and curiosity. Why was she not closing her mouth? Why was she allowing the machine to continue its strange and unsettling exploration of her body?
The answer to her questions seemed to elude her, her body responding to the machine's commands in ways she couldn't quite understand. The sensation of the device entering her mouth was both strange and intimate, the helmet-shaped head pressing against her lips and tongue as it delved deeper.
Despite her fear and confusion, Courtney found herself unable to close her mouth and resist the machine's advances. The device continued its exploration, the sensation both pleasurable and terrifying as she wondered what the machine had planned for her next.
As the cylindrical device slid in and out of Courtney's mouth, she couldn't help but respond to the sensation. Her lips wrapped around the object, her tongue flicking against the helmet-shaped head as she began to suck on it. The taste was strange and unfamiliar, but the sensation was undeniable, her body reacting to the machine's advances in ways she couldn't quite comprehend.
As Courtney's drool began to mix with the device, the machine seemed to respond in kind. The screen flickered once more, the words "Good girl" appearing on the display. The machine's arms then moved to collect the drool, the tickling devices transforming the saliva into a viscous, tickle-inducing lotion.
The machine's smaller arms then began to apply the lotion to Courtney's body, the tickling sensation intensifying as the lotion was spread across her skin. Her laughter became more pronounced, her body writhing in the machine's grasp as she tried to escape the relentless onslaught.
As the machine continued its tickling assault, Courtney's heart raced in her chest, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and she braced herself for whatever the machine had in store for her next.
The machine continued its tickling and exploration for what felt like an eternity to Courtney. Her laughter and gasps filled the basement, her body trembling with a mixture of fear, pleasure, and desperation. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the cylindrical object in her mouth began to emit a sweet, almost intoxicating substance. The taste was unfamiliar, but the sensation was undeniable, and Courtney couldn't help but swallow the mysterious substance.
As the sweet taste filled her mouth, Courtney's eyelids began to feel heavy, her body growing limp in the machine's grasp. The tickling sensation seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of warmth and drowsiness that enveloped her entire being. With a final shuddering breath, Courtney succumbed to the effects of the mysterious substance, her consciousness slipping away as she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When Courtney awoke, she found herself back in the employee changing room, her stolen clothing neatly folded beside her. The events of the previous night seemed like a strange, unsettling dream, but the lingering sense of fear and vulnerability told her otherwise. As she dressed and prepared to leave the store, Courtney couldn't help but wonder who - or what - had orchestrated her bizarre and terrifying ordeal.
As she walked away from the department store, Courtney couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for the rules and boundaries that governed her life. The memory of the machine's cold, unyielding grip on her body served as a constant reminder of the consequences of her actions, and she vowed never to steal again. The ordeal had been a cruel and unusual punishment, but it had also been a valuable lesson, one that Courtney would carry with her for the rest of her life.
