Dr. Riley's Research
Chapter 2: The Mole
by JTstories
Dr. Riley answered her doorbell, shocked to see Beth on her porch.
“Oh. Beth? What are you doing here?” Dr. Riley said suspiciously.
“I came to tell you something… Something you should know.” Beth answered shyly, having a hard time maintaining eye contact. Dr. Riley briefly recalled their examination weeks ago, and how much fun Beth was to tickle.
“Would you like to come in?” Dr. Riley was admittedly worried.
“Yes… But I need to tell you first, because you might not want to let me in after hearing what I have to say,”
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense…” Dr. Riley replied, now crossing her arms defiantly.
“I made my appointment with you because I was paid to… To learn more about what you do in your research,”
“What?” Dr. Riley looked around quickly to see if they were alone. “By who?”
“I’m a private investigator. A very wealthy, powerful woman hired me to check you out because her husband is one of your recurring subjects, but she just suspected he was cheating. When I told her about my experience with you,” Beth blushed and looked down. “She was fascinated by your research, and apparently well-connected in some sort of experimental project. She asked me to see you again and report back, but I… I turned it down because she asked me to steal your research. She’s sending someone else instead tomorrow. This is him… I just thought you should know.” Beth handed her a picture.
“Why did you come here to tell me this?… Why didn’t you just walk away from it after turning her down?”
“Because I… I wanted to see you again…” Beth looked at her bashfully, just as reluctant as her examination, where even on the brink of orgasm she refused to admit she was loving Dr. Riley’s tickles and teases. “I wanted to see you on my own.”
“I see…” Dr. Riley flushed with unexpected desire. Before Beth rang her doorbell, Dr. Riley was logging her last session of the day at her home office, writing it down in great detail, practically reliving it, so she was actually quite thrilled by the sudden possibility of tickling one more person tonight, especially one she was admittedly very fond of.
“Why don’t you come in?” Dr. Riley beckoned her curiously. “And we can consider this an informal follow-up visit…” She smirked flirtatiously at Beth as she entered Dr. Riley’s home, already shaking with anxious anticipation.
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“AAHHHAHAHAHA! I TOLD YOU! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABAHAHAHA PLEASE!” Agent Walker howled from the confines of Dr. Riley’s examination room, shaking in the restraints of her new chair.
The tickling paused. Agent Walker DID know what the tickle-obsessed doctor was talking about. He was there undercover to investigate her research, and she knew he was coming thanks to her new friend and eager ticklee, Beth. Now, she had Agent Walker stuck, stark naked in a device that positioned him on his knees with his arms locked together and stretched straight above his head. The lower halves of his legs and forearms were confined in cushioned, metal casings. His bare feet stuck out behind him. There was a cushioned, half-mom shaped back post fitted on his back to arc his body slightly, displaying him tightly stretched to Dr. Riley and the two nurses helping her play his ticklish body like an instrument. One stood behind him on armpit-and-bicep duty. The other sat behind him, in charge of toying with his feet. Both nurses were armed with only their nails.
Dr. Riley sat in front of him, eager to tease her subject’s sensitive torso and privates. They’d been tickling and questioning him for over an hour already. His exposed skin was pink and covered in light rake marks from all their nails. His cock stood pointing at the ceiling, untouched and twitching against his will. He was panting, sweating and overstimulated.
“Please… I told you. You have the wrong person… Whoever you think I am must be a mistake…” Agent Walker said softly, looking into Dr. Riley’s eyes pleadingly.
“Oh you poor, foolish thing…” Dr. Riley said, lightly spidering all ten of her nails up and down the length of his ribs.
“OHHHHH STAHAHAP! IT TICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” As he shuttered and tried to wiggle his hips in his restraints. She stood close enough to him that his cock brushed her lab coat as he tried to wiggle, which was the first and only contact it had the whole interrogation so far. He moaned and shuttered at the graze of the fabric.
His nearly electric response to the slightest touch of her lab coat told Dr. Riley it was time to up the torture. She raked her nails down his body and teased him all along his waistline and hips.
“FAAHAHAHACK! OH GOD PLEASE GET AWAAHAHAYYY!” The agent cried as he tried to shake his hips away from her teasing nails. His cock bobbed back and forth in the cool air of the examination room.
“You mean away from here?” Dr. Riley teased as she brought her nails to his tight balls and perineum.
“NO NO NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He cried, not knowing how ticklish his balls were.
“So… I’m all ears whenever you’re ready to talk. Ladies feel free to resume…” She wiggled one nail up and down the seam of his balls, and wiggled two fingers right where his balls met his perineum.
“OH MY GAHAHAHAD!” He wailed as he suddenly felt nails in the arches of his feet and the hollows of his armpits. Pre-cum started to develop as his privates were teased mercilessly.
“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what this is all about? From the looks of it, you won’t be able to handle much more of this… Am I wrong?” Dr. Riley said playfully.
She was right. He felt an orgasm building but he desperately needed her to touch him.
As she tickled his balls lightly, Dr. Riley brought the same feather she used on Beth to his dick, and slowly dragged it from the base to the tip. He gasped and his whole body went rigid, shivering under the slow lick of the feather. But the torture in his armpits and feet didn’t relent.
“UNNGGGHUHUH OHHH GOD PLEASE! NOT MY”
“Oh no? Not here? That’s not what your sensitive, excited pal here is telling me…” she replied as she continued to drag the feather up and down his twitching, ticklish cock.
“AAAGGHHH IT FUCKING TICKLES OHHOHOHOH! THIS IS TORTURE!”
“Give him a break ladies…” Dr. Riley ordered, still feathering him. With the other tickles gone, her teasing feather felt heightened.
“Hehehe ohhhh p-pleheheeeaase,” Agent Walker shivered in his restraints, looking her in the eyes as she kept up her work on him. “I can’t take much moooohhhhh…”
“I’ll tell you what… I’m happy… to make this worth your while…” Dr. Riley said, halting her feather and putting it down. He whimpered desperately. “I’m also happy to keep you inches from the craziest orgasm of your life… Really, it’s up to you… And even if you accidentally cum, you don’t even know how much more ticklish you’ll be after that. Ladies let’s try the new toys I designed for our studies!”
With that, the three women all put on these gloves covered entirely in soft, but firm bristles. When they’re new fuzzy hands met his overly sensitive skin, he screamed to the ceiling.
“FAAAHAHAHAHACK! IT’S TOO MUHAHAHACH! GNAHAHAHA!” He screamed as he watched Dr. Riley put on her gloves slowly in front of his face.
“I think our friend downstairs is going to like these…” she said, smiling deviously at Agent Walker as she rubbed her fuzzy palms and fingers down his torso agonizingly slow.
When her gloves reached their destination, he had never felt anything equally arousing and ticklish in his life. As she slid her furry fingers all around his balls, he yelped and jumped like he was being shocked.
“AGH! HEHEHEHE! SHIT! NONONAHAHA!”
But when her free hand finally started wiggling its bristle-clad fingers up and down his shaft, he couldn’t take it anymore. He never knew a penis could even be ticklish, let alone THIS ticklish, and he knew the only way he’d cum was if he let her tickle it out of him. Now, his new mission was to end the tickles and be thrown completely over the edge of ecstasy.
“OKAY! OKAAHAHAHAYYY! WE WANT TO WORK WITH YOU!”
“Nooow we’re getting somewhere! Who wants to work with me?”
“THE G—UHHNNUHUHUH!” He was right on the edge, he could barely form sentences.” THE GOVERNMENT!”
“The fed? On what?”
“PLEEEHEHEASE!”
“We’re not stopping, so you better work through the torture,” she said as she wrapped her hand firmly around his cock, holding it still while she continued to tickle his balls.
“NNNNNNO PLEASE DON’T STAHAHAP!” He cried, trying to fuck her hand as much as his restraints would let him.
“Keep talking…”
“On a top secret PROHOHOJECT!” His voice jumped an octave as his felt the nurse at his feet switched to the clefts of his butt cheeks. The other nurse switched to his stretched ribs and nipples from behind him.
“Hmmmm. I want to believe you but I need more than that…”
“I CAHAHAHAN’T! IT’S CONFIDENTIAHAL!”
“Okay fine… I’ll tell you what…” she slowly started pumping his cock with her fuzzy glove. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he thrust his hips in ticklish desire. “Let’s make this a little more private and we’ll continue this conversation between us… How does that sound?”
All he could do was submit and nod his head as he trembled in silent laughter, so close to the ultimate relief.
“Alright, ladies… Give me and my new friend here a few minutes to ourselves… I have a feeling we won’t be long.” She said to the nurses as she smiled teasingly at them. As soon as they left, Dr. Riley got up and walked behind him. His mouth hung open and his dick twitched in grief at the loss of her touch.
But she reached back in front him and put her mouth to his ear as she started stroking a single fuzzy finger up and down the underside of his ticklish shaft and wiggled another in his armpit. He whimpered and laughed at her teases.
“Now… if I let you cum… will you tell me more about this project?” She spidered her whole hand in his armpit as her other hand still dragged that torturous finger up and down his manhood.
“UNNGHAHAHAHA YES! YES! PLEASE JUST MAKE ME CUHUHUM!”
“Good.” With his submission, she wrapped her hand around him and started stroking light enough to keep tickling him, but firm enough to build his orgasm. She reached her other hand between his knees to tickle his balls at the same time, and his tense thighs trapped her hand there.
“OHHHH GAHAHAHAD!”
“Awww you’re really ticklish down here. Aren’t you?” Now she was having fun. She knew he belonged to her.
“YAHAHAHASSSS!”
“You like the way my new gloves tickle your sensitive, vulnerable privates?”
“OH FUHAHAHAHACK YAHAS!” Her teases were driving him crazy.
“Tickle, tickle, tiiiickleee.”
“SHIT! I’M GONNA AHHHAHAHA I’M— OHHHHHHOHOHOH!
Agent Walker finally submitted to the most powerful orgasm of his life. He’s experienced a lot of things as a government operative, but he never imagined he’d be put through anything like this.
He slumped over after came, exhausted, panting and defeated.
“So… how about this project?” Dr. Riley walked back to the front of the agent and tilted his limp head up by the chin. He met her eyes. “Well?”
“It’s a cloning project… We’re contracting a tech company to help us…”
“Cloning? What does that have to do with me?” She said, perplexed.
“Our sources say you’re the single-most experienced sensitivity researcher in the world… That can be valuable when you’re trying to replicate the human nervous system… Now will you please let me out of this thing so we can talk?”
She let go of his head. Hit a button on her wall and unlocked his restraints. He collapsed in overstimulated, erotic exhaustion.
“I’ll get your clothes… Sit tight. You have my attention.”
To be continued...
