Dr. Riley's Research
Chapter 1: Meet the Doctor
by JTstories
Dr. Riley sat in her office calming herself after just completing a session with a new subject. It’s been a year since the Board approved the funding for her sensitivity research project—a project she had been trying to get off the ground some time now. Occasionally she’d wonder if one day someone from the Board would come around and question whether her desires to pursue this research were professionally driven or deeply, deeply personal. Nevertheless, here she was, conducting her research with full autonomy.
She heard a knock on her door.
“Dr. Riley?” A nurse said from the other side.
“Yes?”
“Your 12:30 appointment is here.”
“Excellent. I’ll be in momentarily…”
Dr. Riley took a moment to compose herself, let the excitement from her previous appointment wane, and left for the examination room.
***
“Okay! Okahahayyy! It tickles!” Beth wailed from the large, padded examination chair. Dr. Riley signaled her assistants to stop for a moment. There was a nurse on either side of Beth. Dr. Riley sat at her feet speaking notes into a handheld audio recorder.
“Subject is very receptive to hard tickles on her sides, and soft tickles on her stomach.” Dr. Riley said into the mic, clicking it off.
“I told you that in the questionnaire!” Beth yelled, panting. Her arms were strapped to the arms of the chair, and her ankles strapped shoulder-width apart to jointed posts that didn’t touch the floor. The room was chilly. The lack of clothes under Beth’s scrubs, and her nervousness, made the room even colder.
“Don’t worry, Beth. It won’t be long. And remember, you’ll be paid handsomely for your time,” Dr. Riley assured Beth. “After we test your whole body, we’ll write you a check and send you on your way.”
Beth felt a pang of anxiety hit her stomach as Dr. Riley said, “whole body.”
“Ladies. Each of you get her ribs with one hand and a knee with the other.”
Silently, the nurses went to work, dragging and clawing their nails lightly over Beth’s ribs, and goosing her knees.
“AHHAHAHAHA SHIT! THE NAAHAILS ARE SO BAHAHAD!” Beth screamed, tensing in the chair. As she thrashed, her scrubs began to rise up her thighs and loosen on her back.
“Subject is very responsive to nails on her ribs,” Dr. Riley said into her recorder. “Ladies, would you mind making sure each rib is there and accounted for?”
The nurses obliged silently, digging their fingers in little circles up each of her ribs, getting closer to the underside of her breasts and armpits.
“NONONOHOHOHO!” Beth cackled as she got more ticklish the higher they went.
“Initiating position two,” Dr. Riley noted. “You may continue while I reposition. Feel free to try her inner thighs as well.”
“WHAT ARE YOU DOOIHIHING!”
The nurses continued their rib tickling while Dr. Riley unlocked the arms of the chair and lifted them until Beth’s arms locked in place pointing straight up and out like a “Y.”
The nurses dug their thumbs in circles around Beth's inner thighs, raising them higher every few circles, and going back down towards her knees. They tickled her in professional unison.
“FUUUHUHUCK! NOT THEHEHERE!”
Dr. Riley walked up to an intercom on the door and pressed it. “Could you send in four more nurses please? Thank you.”
“FOUR MOHOHORREEE?!” Beth howled as the nurses grazed their nails up and down her inner thighs, slowly and more deliberately now.
“EEEHEHEHE! OOOOHAHA!”
Each time the nails reached just before her crotch, Beth shook her legs as much as her restraints would let her, jiggling the skin of her thighs as the nurses wiggled their nails back down to her knees strategically. She felt a familiar warmth in her belly start to tingle.
“GET OUT OF THEHEHEHERE!” Tears started to roll down her eyes.
“Subject is very ticklish on her thighs. Seems quite flustered as well. I'll examine her sensitivity there myself shortly.” Dr. Riley said matter-of-factly into her recorder.
Beth didn’t even hear the four other nurses come in. She only felt more nails dancing in her armpits frantically, heightening her hysteria. Two stood smiling, awaiting their instructions.
“OHHHH MYYY GAHAHAHADDDD! NOOO!”
“Oh yes. Armpits are definitely as sensitive as indicated on the subject’s questionnaire. We have enough assistance for position three now.”
Dr. Riley went to the posts at Beth’s feet, unlocked them and lifted them so her legs pointed straight, spread more, and up at a slight angle. Beth felt the breeze between her legs, which sent a shiver and flush through her body. Dr. Riley began tickling her feet while the other nurses paid special attention to her armpits and thighs.
“DR. RILEY NOT MY FEHEHEEET!” Beth’s scrubs began to undo even more as she bucked in the chair. The nurses tickling her thighs began focusing their nails on the crease where her thighs met her crotch.
“OHHHOHOH FUCK!” She threw her head back, eyes pleading to the ceiling, not ready for the tickles to get so intimate and suddenly arousing. Her body couldn’t help but react to the helplessness of her situation—all these hands and sensations with nothing for her to do about it.
“Remember, Beth. You signed off on a full-body examination…”
“I DIDN’T REALIZE IT’D GO THIS FAHAHAR! PLEASE!”
Dr. Riley grabbed her recorder while tickling one of Beth’s feet with her free hand. “Subject is showing signs of arousal far sooner than previous subjects.”
“THAT’S NOT TRUHUHUEE!” Beth said, lying under her hysteria.
“You shouldn’t lie to Doctors, Beth. Ladies, I think we’re ready for the next stage already.”
The tickling stopped suddenly as Dr. Riley and the nurses started trading places. Beth looked down to see her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her scrubs before a blindfold made everything disappear.
“Wait… what’s going OHOHONNN!!!”
She was instantly met with an invisible full-body assault. A nurse on each armpit, foot, and side, tickling her belly, her ribs, everywhere. She shook wildly.
“AHHHHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOHOHO!” She begged through her blindfold.
Just as she realized she lost count of the hands, she felt her scrubs lift slightly. Two soft feathers entered under the suspended fabric without her noticing, until they fluttered around her nipples. She shrieked in shock. Not only did she not know her nipples were so ticklish, but she was starting to get undeniably turned on.
“UUUUHUHUHHNNNN DOCTOR! THIS IS TOO MUHUNNN!” Beth bounced her flustered body up and down, causing the top of the scrubs to fall down to her belly.
“This was voluntary, Beth. What did you think ‘full-body’ meant? Did you think we wouldn’t be thorough?”
Dr. Riley secretly loved when her subjects got to this point—when they realize they’re going to be tickled everywhere. She’d tickled enough subjects now to know just how to tickle anyone out of control, and she adored subjects like Beth who couldn’t admit their helpless arousal.
“BUT THIS IS—OHHHAHAHAHA I CAN’T TAKE IT!”
The nails at her feet continued relentlessly. One pair of hands left her belly and starting lightly teasing the undersides of her breasts while the long feathers continued to softly saw across her nipples.
“PLEASE! JUST STOP TICKLING MY NIPPLES!” Beth cried as one nail started wiggling back and forth across one of her nipples. “UGHHH SHIHIHIT!”
She was so hysterical and turned on she didn’t realize she was gyrating her hips around, begging for ticklish attention between her legs.
Dr. Riley took note and approached her with a long feather of her own, unbeknownst to Beth. “This may be our most sensitive subject yet.” She said.
“UGHHHH PLEASE! LET ME—” Beth’s pleas were cut off by Dr. Riley’s feather touching down suddenly between her legs. “EEEEHEHE! WAIT! THAT TICKLEEEES!”
“Now, what were you saying? Let you go? Or let you… Perhaps you meant a different kind of release?” Dr. Riley said, forgetting the recorder was running, and fluttering her feather all over Beth’s pussy.
“OHHH NO! AHAHANNNNMMM! JUST LET ME G—OHHHHOHOH GOD!”
The feathers at her nipples were both replaced with a single nail on each, wiggling back and forth, stimulating them even more than the feathers. Her armpits and feet were still being tickled, but the sensations on her chest and between her legs were driving her crazy. She began bucking her crotch back and forth, longing for more than the feather could give.
“Subject seems to be approaching a sexual climax. Similar to other subjects, she’s become far more sensitive the closer she gets. We’ll have to calm her body down. Ladies, we should give her a break—”
“NONO! I’M NAHAHAT! I SWEEAHAHAR! PLEASE! JUST UNNNGHHH!” Beth couldn’t admit Dr. Riley was right.
“The subject seems to be lying about her body’s current state… I think our sensitive subject secretly wants the tickling to continue…” Dr. Riley said teasingly, once again forgetting about her recorder.
Dr. Riley pressed one hand down on Beth’s waistline to keep her from thrusting so much. She focused the feather on her clit and labia now that Beth wasn’t able to buck her hips around.
“FUUUHUHUHUCK! DOCTOR PLEEEHEASE! YOU HAVE TO—”
“Unfortunately, at this stage, we can’t knowingly or willingly continue without the consent of the subject, Beth.” Dr. Riley said without slowing any of the stimulation, leaving Beth approaching the edge fast. “We’ll need your verbal consent to—"
“OHHHHHHH I CAHAHAN’T! I’M—”
Dr. Riley knew Beth was cumming whether she begged for it or not.
“Awww, don’t worry, Beth. You’re not the only one who’s gotten tickled over the edge in that chair.”
Dr. Riley’s tone changed. It was suddenly sexy and devious, as if the professionally detached tone wasn’t devious enough under the circumstances.
“What a ticklish subject you are! Tickle tickle tiiickleee!” She sang as she feathered Beth’s privates. The nurses joined in.
“Awww such a sensitive body!” from one nurse.
“These might be the most ticklish nipples we’ve ever tested!” From another.
“OH FUHAHAHACK! OHHHHH! DON’T—"
“Aww I think the tickle talk is getting her more excited.” Beth heard from the nurse at her feet.
“Subjects never check it off on the questionnaire, but sometimes their privates are their most ticklish spots." Dr. Riley said. “Is someone ticklish between her legs?
The verbal teases threw her over the edge. She came harder than ever before in her life.
“YAAHAHASSSS! IT TICKLES! OKAAAHAHAY!”
She shook and bucked and cackled uncontrollably in her useless scrubs. Dr. Riley smiled knowing Beth wouldn’t admit the intense orgasm she just had. But she watched Beth gyrate in her seat, trying to get away from that merciless feather between her legs while trying to get more stimulation at the same time.
“OKAHAHAAAY! STOP! YOU’VE TICKLED ME EVERYWHEEERE!”
They tickled on like they didn't hear her, and another orgasm started rising.
“Well, I suppose it’s time to measure her sensitivity post-orgasm already…” Dr. Riley said.
“WHAHAHAT! I THOUGHT IT WAS OVERRRR!” Her breathing quickened; her body shook like she had a fever. “Ohhhhh fuunnngh! Dr. Riley, please! If you don’t stop, I’ll—"
“Again? So soon?” Dr. Riley teased. “Ladies, I think it’s time for more toys—Oh, tools I mean.”
The nurses at her nipples replaced their nails and feathers with electric toothbrushes, carefully placing the backs of the heads right on the tips of her nipples, making the slightest vibrating contact. She arched her back up like she’d just been electrified, pushing her chest right into them, but the nurses moved them back with precision.
“OH SHIT! AANNNNNUUHUHUH!” With her back arched against the chair, her head dropped back towards the ceiling.
“Take her blindfold off. It’s good to see if the visuals make them more ticklish or aroused.” Dr. Riley said. After a burst of light, Beth could suddenly see each nurse, finger, and tool tickling her body. Her scrubs dangled off her torso, only held on by her butt. Dr. Riley looked at her from between her legs.
“I’ll have to replace this feather soon, Beth. It’s too wet. Should I do it before or after you finish without asking again?”
“OHHHHHH IT’S TOO MUCH!” Beth shook her head. “I CAN’T HELP IT! FAHAHAHACK!”
She came again hilariously, shamelessly this time, making eye contact with Dr. Riley as the second rush of tickle-induced euphoria coursed through her body.
“You know, pretty soon I’ll have to start taking orgasms out of your paycheck if you don’t start asking.” Dr. Riley said.
“Oh, the shy ones never ask! They just can’t admit a few tickles made them cum!” One of the nurses with the toothbrushes said as Beth laughed through her orgasm.
“AHAHAHAHA OKAY OKAY I CAHAHAME! I’M SO SENSITIVE NOW! PLEASE! OHMYGAHAHAD!”
“Beg all you want, Beth,” Dr. Riley said from between her legs. “Believe it or not, it hasn’t been an hour yet, and you signed up for an hour-long examination.” Dr. Riley put her feather down while the rest of the nurses continued to tickle every inch of her oversensitive body. She sighed sharply in both relief and frustration at the sudden disappearance of the feather between her legs.
“AWWW WHAHAHAHAT!” She looked around at the nurses with pleading eyes, but they were either focused on whatever part they were tickling or watching her with an unphased smile. She even noticed some of the nurses’ nipples poking through their uniforms.
She jumped at a new sensation, looking down to see the toothbrushes at her chest circling her nipples. This new sensation alone was enough to start the rise of a third orgasm.
“MMMMHMHMHM! HOW MUCH LONGER?!”
“As I said, your arousal levels rose much faster than most subjects. It’s hasn’t even been a half hour… You must really enjoy being tickled…” Dr. Riley said as she clicked on a pencil-sized, stainless-steel vibrator which looked too professional to be a sex toy, and clearly designed to reach and tickle intimate nooks of the body. Her breathing quickened in anticipation as Dr. Riley’s head ducked under the remains of Beth’s scrubs.
“NONONOHOHO! EEEEHEHEHE!”
“Awww you should see her face, Doc! She loves that!” One nurse said cheerfully.
“Tickle tickle tickleeee!” The nurses started cooing in unison again.
The moment she felt the cold vibration of Dr. Riley’s new tool start at her waistline and make its way slowly down her mound, Beth laughed wildly to the sky, knowing she was in for the longest hour of her life…
