Madam Tickles
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Janue and M'Ling Tyler were scanning the Internet, looking for an unusual vacation spot. Janue had gotten an extra week of vacation because his company shut down for the week for a computer systems upgrade. He was happy that he had the extra time. He and M'Ling had just married six months before and hadn't had a proper honeymoon.
Janue spent all afternoon scanning the Internet's vacation spots. Finally as he was ready to give up for the night, he spotted an island called Pangaea far out in the middle of the Sea of Mantiga. "Hey Honey! Come see what I've found!" he called; excited that he found something interesting and secluded.
M'Ling came out of the bedroom, wrapped in a large terry cloth towel, her hair dripping wet from her shower, her skin glistening. She looked over his shoulder. "Let me see!" she exclaimed. They traded places and M'Ling scanned the information. She smiled as she saw the pictures of the beaches and the hotel room. The ad said that the hotel was run by a Dr. Morerau.
Not much information was given about Moreau except that he was a retired scientist.
"It looks really nice and it's not too expensive either!" said M'Ling. Janue stood next to her with his arm around her shoulder, his fingers absently reaching under her towel to rest on one of her breasts. She laughed and wriggled away. "Naughty Boy! you how ticklish I am there!" she said teasingly.
He bent his head down and gently kissed her lips softly. "Shall I make the arrangements for this island spot?" he whispered. She kissed him back and nodded yes.
Within a few days, the two were on a plain to the Island of Pangaea, not knowing what really awaited them. They were looking for a good time and time to bond as a newly married couple.
Dr. M Moreau stood on the runway waiting for the plain to land. He smiled as he waited. "New visitors to my island. New visitors for me to "play with!" he thought. He lit a thin cigar and took a long drag on it and gently blew out the thing, white smoke from his mouth.
Dr. Moreau was indeed a scientist and at one time he was well respected, his work renown. Then he became interested in anew area of study, one which his colleagues thought was peculiar at best. Moreau was a behaviorists and became interested in controlling the actions of people with an unusual method he had seen in prisons at Dengow Provence.
He was called there to consult on a case of an inmate who was difficult to control. When he got there, they had the prisoner stripped and tied down on a large metal table. The man was struggling to get out. Sedatives barely touched him.
When Moreau got there, the prison psychiatrist took him to see the restrained prisoner. "What do you plan to do to control him?" he asked. The psychiatrist smiled slyly and began to tell him of an old method he had come across in his research. Moreau smiled as he listened. It sparked something deep inside him that he hand buried long ago. He had heard of this method.
"Do you know if the prisoner is ticklish?" The psychiatrist nodded. "In our sessions he described how his brothers would hold him down and tickle him till he begged for mercy. Then I tested him myself. We were in my office not long after that and he was just very silent. I was behind him, I ran my fingertips along his ribcage. He giggled instantly and curled up into a protective ball."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Moreau. He was getting excited as the psychiatrist gave the ticklers the go ahead.Three men stood around the prisoner, one at his feet, one at his head and one near the middle of his body. The tickler at his feet began gently tickling under his toes with his fingertips till he heard giggles. Then he went for the arches and finally the bottoms of the prisoner's bare feet. Then the second tickler began rib tickles and belly tickling. The prisoner's laughter bounced off the walls, begging for them to stop, telling them he was so ticklish. Then the third tickler began tickling down his neck and into both armpits. This was the final straw. The prisoner burst into hysterical,frenzied laughter, arching his body and thrashing around violently.
Moreau watched with guarded anticipation. As the tickling got more intense, he began to feel tingles along his spine, which caused him to snicker quietly. He instinctively pulled his arms in closer to his body and bit his lip repeatedly to keep from giggling or laughing.Beads of sweat began forming along his brow and upper lip as he tried to control his urge to start giggling. The psychiatrist noted Moreau's odd behavior and asked Moreau if he was alright. Moreau laughed. "I am fine.. you see I am quite intensely ticklish and watching this is difficult for me as I feel each tickling stroke. I am using every ouch of self control I have to keep from bursting into laughter." The psychiatrist smiled to himself while both he and Moreau continued to watch until the prisoner became docile and more manageable.
The psychiatrist went into the room and stood near the table. The prisoner looked at him blankly. "Will you control your violent urges if we let you go back to general population?" the psychiatrist asked. The prisoner nodded and said quietly "Yes, I swear that I will behave."
The the psychiatrist asked,"Do you know what will happen if you are out of control again?" One of the ticklers held up a feather duster so the prisoner could see it. The prisoner's expression became fearful, his skin flushed. "Please.. PLEASE! No more! No more!,,, No more tickling!! I swear I'll be have! I'll do as I am told. Just don't tickle me anymore!!!" There were no more incidents from this prisoner.
From that time on Moreau renewed his kean interest in tickling and ticklishness. His hotel was a sort of chamber of horrors, ticklish horrors. He bought an old mansion and renovated it wiht rooms that were warm and inviting to vacationers. But the true chamber of horrors lay beneath in the basement of the hotel. There Moreau had his secret tickling chambers and experimentation rooms where he would restraint nd tickle a select visitor and record their reactions as he tried to increase how ticklish they were or how long they could tolerate prolong tickling.
To satisfy his own ticklish urges,while he had traveled to the Orient he met Cho, a master in the art of tickling. Cho knew every form of tickle torture and every method of tickling partners. He sensed immediately after meeting Moreau how ticklish he was; even before he tickled him, the two sat down and talked. Cho sized Moreau up before he began to speak. He knew just where Moreau's weaknesses were and where his sweet spots were. "Dr. Moreau.. what makes you nervous about being tickled?" Moreau looked at Cho then responded, "Because I am so insanely ticklish.. I loose myself in the laughter. It's quite easy to overtake me while I am being tickled!" Cho smiled. "Let us try one test. Remove your slipper and give me your foot." Moreau hesitated. "Cho.. My foot... My feet are particularly sensitive." Cho smiled. "Yes many feet are so very... ticklish; but you must learn to trust that I will not drive you over the edge." Reluctantly Moreau removed one slipper and gave his bare foot to Cho.
Cho gently grasped Moreau's foot. Moreau let out a nervous giggle. "My My!" exclaimed Cho. "Even just holding your foot caused you to giggle !" Then without warning he began to run the points of his nails up and down the bottom of Moreau's foot. He began giggling immediately, trying to pull his foot away, but Cho held his foot firmly and tickled harder. He scrabbled his nails along the edges of Moreau's bare foot, then under the toes.Moreau was hysterical with laughter, his face flushed and dripping wet with sweat. Then Cho took the tip of his long beard and pulled it between each toe. This was more than Moreau could stand as the coarseness of Cho's beard tickled between each toe.
Moreau thrashed and arched his body as Cho used his beard to tickle between his toes. Then Cho stopped just as Moreau thought he might pass out from the breathlessness of hard laughter. Once Moreau had his composure back, he retained Cho as his personal tickler. He also decided to have Cho help him wiht his little scheme at the hotel.
The plane touched down gently on the runway. Janue and M'Ling stepped off the plane and went into the airport building, looking for the driver from the hotel. M'Ling spotted a young man with his hair tied back into a pony tail and his beard well groomed, wiht the tip tied to form a point. He saw M'Ling wave to him. He walked over and greeted the happy and unsuspecting couple.
"I am Horace. I will be tending to your every need while you stay at the hotel. Your luggage is being packed into the limo. We need to hurry because lunch is about to be served. Both of you will be dining with Dr. Moreau. He runs the hotel and is looking forward to meeting you both." Janue abnd M'Ling followed Horace to the car. When he opened the door M'Ling slide in easily. Janue got in, but as he was getting in the car, his nails gently brushed against Horace's side. Horace giggled and twisted away protectively.
Janue laughed. "What's the matter Horace?" he asked. Horace smiled and replied, "You got me in a particularly ticklish spot!" As the car pulled away, M'Ling and Janue looked out the tinted windows, then embraced each other. Janue gave M'Ling a long, passionate kiss. "This is just a taste! I'll save the rest for tonight!" said Janue playfully.
Horace had put up the privacy barrier in the car so he could call Moreau. "I got the couple and am on the way." he told Moreau. "Excellent! I'll have lunch ready so we can start phase one of our little experiment!" Moreau answered back.
Janue spent all afternoon scanning the Internet's vacation spots. Finally as he was ready to give up for the night, he spotted an island called Pangaea far out in the middle of the Sea of Mantiga. "Hey Honey! Come see what I've found!" he called; excited that he found something interesting and secluded.
M'Ling came out of the bedroom, wrapped in a large terry cloth towel, her hair dripping wet from her shower, her skin glistening. She looked over his shoulder. "Let me see!" she exclaimed. They traded places and M'Ling scanned the information. She smiled as she saw the pictures of the beaches and the hotel room. The ad said that the hotel was run by a Dr. Morerau.
Not much information was given about Moreau except that he was a retired scientist.
"It looks really nice and it's not too expensive either!" said M'Ling. Janue stood next to her with his arm around her shoulder, his fingers absently reaching under her towel to rest on one of her breasts. She laughed and wriggled away. "Naughty Boy! you how ticklish I am there!" she said teasingly.
He bent his head down and gently kissed her lips softly. "Shall I make the arrangements for this island spot?" he whispered. She kissed him back and nodded yes.
Within a few days, the two were on a plain to the Island of Pangaea, not knowing what really awaited them. They were looking for a good time and time to bond as a newly married couple.
Dr. M Moreau stood on the runway waiting for the plain to land. He smiled as he waited. "New visitors to my island. New visitors for me to "play with!" he thought. He lit a thin cigar and took a long drag on it and gently blew out the thing, white smoke from his mouth.
Dr. Moreau was indeed a scientist and at one time he was well respected, his work renown. Then he became interested in anew area of study, one which his colleagues thought was peculiar at best. Moreau was a behaviorists and became interested in controlling the actions of people with an unusual method he had seen in prisons at Dengow Provence.
He was called there to consult on a case of an inmate who was difficult to control. When he got there, they had the prisoner stripped and tied down on a large metal table. The man was struggling to get out. Sedatives barely touched him.
When Moreau got there, the prison psychiatrist took him to see the restrained prisoner. "What do you plan to do to control him?" he asked. The psychiatrist smiled slyly and began to tell him of an old method he had come across in his research. Moreau smiled as he listened. It sparked something deep inside him that he hand buried long ago. He had heard of this method.
"Do you know if the prisoner is ticklish?" The psychiatrist nodded. "In our sessions he described how his brothers would hold him down and tickle him till he begged for mercy. Then I tested him myself. We were in my office not long after that and he was just very silent. I was behind him, I ran my fingertips along his ribcage. He giggled instantly and curled up into a protective ball."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Moreau. He was getting excited as the psychiatrist gave the ticklers the go ahead.Three men stood around the prisoner, one at his feet, one at his head and one near the middle of his body. The tickler at his feet began gently tickling under his toes with his fingertips till he heard giggles. Then he went for the arches and finally the bottoms of the prisoner's bare feet. Then the second tickler began rib tickles and belly tickling. The prisoner's laughter bounced off the walls, begging for them to stop, telling them he was so ticklish. Then the third tickler began tickling down his neck and into both armpits. This was the final straw. The prisoner burst into hysterical,frenzied laughter, arching his body and thrashing around violently.
Moreau watched with guarded anticipation. As the tickling got more intense, he began to feel tingles along his spine, which caused him to snicker quietly. He instinctively pulled his arms in closer to his body and bit his lip repeatedly to keep from giggling or laughing.Beads of sweat began forming along his brow and upper lip as he tried to control his urge to start giggling. The psychiatrist noted Moreau's odd behavior and asked Moreau if he was alright. Moreau laughed. "I am fine.. you see I am quite intensely ticklish and watching this is difficult for me as I feel each tickling stroke. I am using every ouch of self control I have to keep from bursting into laughter." The psychiatrist smiled to himself while both he and Moreau continued to watch until the prisoner became docile and more manageable.
The psychiatrist went into the room and stood near the table. The prisoner looked at him blankly. "Will you control your violent urges if we let you go back to general population?" the psychiatrist asked. The prisoner nodded and said quietly "Yes, I swear that I will behave."
The the psychiatrist asked,"Do you know what will happen if you are out of control again?" One of the ticklers held up a feather duster so the prisoner could see it. The prisoner's expression became fearful, his skin flushed. "Please.. PLEASE! No more! No more!,,, No more tickling!! I swear I'll be have! I'll do as I am told. Just don't tickle me anymore!!!" There were no more incidents from this prisoner.
From that time on Moreau renewed his kean interest in tickling and ticklishness. His hotel was a sort of chamber of horrors, ticklish horrors. He bought an old mansion and renovated it wiht rooms that were warm and inviting to vacationers. But the true chamber of horrors lay beneath in the basement of the hotel. There Moreau had his secret tickling chambers and experimentation rooms where he would restraint nd tickle a select visitor and record their reactions as he tried to increase how ticklish they were or how long they could tolerate prolong tickling.
To satisfy his own ticklish urges,while he had traveled to the Orient he met Cho, a master in the art of tickling. Cho knew every form of tickle torture and every method of tickling partners. He sensed immediately after meeting Moreau how ticklish he was; even before he tickled him, the two sat down and talked. Cho sized Moreau up before he began to speak. He knew just where Moreau's weaknesses were and where his sweet spots were. "Dr. Moreau.. what makes you nervous about being tickled?" Moreau looked at Cho then responded, "Because I am so insanely ticklish.. I loose myself in the laughter. It's quite easy to overtake me while I am being tickled!" Cho smiled. "Let us try one test. Remove your slipper and give me your foot." Moreau hesitated. "Cho.. My foot... My feet are particularly sensitive." Cho smiled. "Yes many feet are so very... ticklish; but you must learn to trust that I will not drive you over the edge." Reluctantly Moreau removed one slipper and gave his bare foot to Cho.
Cho gently grasped Moreau's foot. Moreau let out a nervous giggle. "My My!" exclaimed Cho. "Even just holding your foot caused you to giggle !" Then without warning he began to run the points of his nails up and down the bottom of Moreau's foot. He began giggling immediately, trying to pull his foot away, but Cho held his foot firmly and tickled harder. He scrabbled his nails along the edges of Moreau's bare foot, then under the toes.Moreau was hysterical with laughter, his face flushed and dripping wet with sweat. Then Cho took the tip of his long beard and pulled it between each toe. This was more than Moreau could stand as the coarseness of Cho's beard tickled between each toe.
Moreau thrashed and arched his body as Cho used his beard to tickle between his toes. Then Cho stopped just as Moreau thought he might pass out from the breathlessness of hard laughter. Once Moreau had his composure back, he retained Cho as his personal tickler. He also decided to have Cho help him wiht his little scheme at the hotel.
The plane touched down gently on the runway. Janue and M'Ling stepped off the plane and went into the airport building, looking for the driver from the hotel. M'Ling spotted a young man with his hair tied back into a pony tail and his beard well groomed, wiht the tip tied to form a point. He saw M'Ling wave to him. He walked over and greeted the happy and unsuspecting couple.
"I am Horace. I will be tending to your every need while you stay at the hotel. Your luggage is being packed into the limo. We need to hurry because lunch is about to be served. Both of you will be dining with Dr. Moreau. He runs the hotel and is looking forward to meeting you both." Janue abnd M'Ling followed Horace to the car. When he opened the door M'Ling slide in easily. Janue got in, but as he was getting in the car, his nails gently brushed against Horace's side. Horace giggled and twisted away protectively.
Janue laughed. "What's the matter Horace?" he asked. Horace smiled and replied, "You got me in a particularly ticklish spot!" As the car pulled away, M'Ling and Janue looked out the tinted windows, then embraced each other. Janue gave M'Ling a long, passionate kiss. "This is just a taste! I'll save the rest for tonight!" said Janue playfully.
Horace had put up the privacy barrier in the car so he could call Moreau. "I got the couple and am on the way." he told Moreau. "Excellent! I'll have lunch ready so we can start phase one of our little experiment!" Moreau answered back.
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