Dr Polly Andrews was on top of the world. Using the formula for the alien neurotransmitter she had…obtained from Dr Caroline Lee, she had completed the computer simulation for a new positronic brain. When the prototype was built, it would power a new generation of robot, robots significantly better than the current generation.
That computer simulation was already being seen by scientists from around the world and earning high praise for Dr Andrews. Her career was soaring to new levels, and soon she would be leaving the isolated laboratory she shared with Dr Caroline Lee.
Caroline…Polly still felt guilty about stealing the formula from her. To make matters worse, it seemed that the letter from the Bureau of Scientific Research that had threatened Dr Andrews grant (and her career) had been a mistake. They hadn’t anticipated even hearing from Dr Andrews until her next annual review in five months. Had Polly known that, she never would have…persuaded Dr Lee to give up her secrets.
The guilt Polly was feeling warred with other, more troubling emotions, she felt whenever she saw the blond scientist. Dr Lee continued dressing in the lab coat that covered her from neck to toes, but Polly couldn’t help remembering the more intimate view she’d had of Caroline that one special day. And Polly had done more than look, too. Part of her desperately wanted to do that again.
Well, Polly was sure Dr Lee would be alright. She was a genius in her field. Surely this small setback for her would only spur her on to greater things. The tension between the two scientists caused Polly more concerns. They were still forced to eat dinner together every day by Bureau regulations and the laboratory’s supercomputer, Multivac. Ever since the…incident, Caroline had refused to say a word or even look in Polly’s direction.
Dinner that night was no exception. The two women ate in absolute silence. Polly was being transferred to a different, more prestigious facility in just a few days and her mind was on all she had to do to be ready on time. Caroline was sulking, as usual. Or at least Polly thought so.
Even as Polly ate, barely tasting the food, and crossing off the tasks she’d already finished from a list on her electronic pad, Caroline was sneaking glances at her. Dr Lee couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from turning up slightly. Fortunately Dr Andrews never noticed.
It didn’t happen like in the movies. Dr Andrews never got dizzy. She never stood up woozily and crashed to the floor. One second she was planning what equipment to crate that evening, barely tasting the tomato soup sliding down her throat, the next everything went black.
Now Caroline could smile in earnest. With Polly leaving so soon, she’d had to rush her revenge. She’d been worried she wouldn’t have the chance. Now, she did. Picking up Dr Andrews unconscious body, Caroline carried it to a special table in her private laboratory.
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Polly awoke confused and disorientated, lying on a cold, metallic table. There was a bitter taste to her mouth, but no headache or lightheaded feeling. As her confusion vanished, Polly realized she was shivering as a light breeze caused by the air conditioner blew across her body. HER NAKED BODY!
It got worse. Much worse. Polly tried to cover herself with her arms, tried to sit up so she could find some clothes, but nothing happened. She couldn’t move! It wasn’t that her arms or legs were tied down. Polly couldn’t make her muscles work. Her couldn’t even flex her thighs or biceps! She was paralyzed!
“Oh, its not permanent. Don’t worry,” Polly heard a voice from behind her, “But it will last long enough for us to come to an understanding.” Polly turned her head (oddly enough, her neck still worked) so that she could see Dr Caroline Lee enter the room. She was wearing her usual white lab coat that covered her from neck to ankle. Her long, blonde hair was in a ponytail.
Caroline looked down at her handy work. She noticed that the Polly‘s freckles were not only on her face, but dotted her fair skin on most of her body, and that the flaming red hair on the top of her head was indeed copied between her legs. There was not an inch of fat on Dr Andrews stomach or legs, but neither were there the firm muscles showing evidence of frequent trips to the gym. Polly was slender but soft, perfect for what Caroline had in mind.
“What…what have you done to me?” Polly cried out. She tried to desperately to shake any body part she could, to wiggle a finger or even a toe. NOTHING! Only her head had any movement to it. The rest of her body might as well have been made out of stone. Polly’s fear started to turn into pure panic. How crazy was Caroline? What was she going to do to her?
“It seems there was a toxin in the tomato soup, one used by a predator in the Orion System. Luckily for you, that predator prefers live prey, so the toxin won’t hurt you. It just keeps your legs and arms from getting in the way of what I have planned.” Caroline walked from Polly’s head down to her feat, dragging her fingertips from Polly’s shoulders to her knees in the process. “Of course if I’d known what a fine body you had, I would have planned to do this to you awhile ago.”
Polly’s body shivered at the tickling sensation Caroline’s fingers had caused. Her muscles might not be working, but it seemed her nerve endings were on high alert! That, plus Caroline’s comment about her ‘fine body’ made Polly blush like a school girl and her nipples grow hard. She wasn’t just helpless in front of her enemy, but naked and helpless. Caroline was staring at parts of Polly’s body only her doctor had seen in recent months, and there was nothing the fiery redhead could do about it.
“I…I don’t know what you’re planning,” Polly said, taking a deep breath, “but its not necessary. You don’t understand! I was going too…”
“All you’re going to do is lie there,” Caroline finished for her. “After everything you did to me, do you really think you can talk your way out of this? Socrates himself couldn’t come up with logic that strong. Now, I think I’ll start by…”
“Help! Mulitvac, send in a HEHEE ehehe eheheehehehe eheheeh!!!!!” Polly tried to call for help, but Caroline’s slender fingers quickly ended that cry by dancing over her belly. Polly dissolved into a giggling mess.
“You may be a robotics expert, able to give commands more likely to be followed than the commands of a poor biologist like myself, but to do that, you’ll have to keep from laughing!” Caroline smiled. She had run into the same problem when Polly had been tickling her. Now the shoe was on the other foot. “Though it is nice to know you are as ticklish as Mulitvac said you were.”
Polly tried twice more to call Mulitvac for help, and both times Caroline’s fingers caused her to break into giggles instead. Seeing the futility of her actions, she tried another tactic. Surrender.
“What…what do you want from me,” she asked at last. Polly was fully prepared to give the blond almost anything she wanted. And why not? She had never been so vulnerable in her life. Even a baby could squirm! Even the fly caught in the spiders web could struggle. She couldn’t do those things. If Dr Lee wanted her life savings, Polly would give it to her, just to get out of this trap.
“Oh, nothing really. I took the liberty of writing an e-mail in your name, and as I took your retinal scan while you were…sleeping, I only need your Personal ID Number to authenticate it.” Caroline said casually, trying to appear calm, while her heart was beating like a racehorse. This was what she had been waiting for!
“What…what mind of e-mail?” Polly asked nervously. In this age of supercomputers, signatures and photo identification had gone the way of the horseless carriage. A retina scan (taken in the last 24 hours) and the 9 digit Personal ID Number assigned by the MasterComputer in Washington DC were used when somebody needed to prove they were who they claimed to be.
“Just one confessing that you stole several of the components of that new positronic brain of yours.” Caroline said with a sly grin.
“WHAT??!!” Poly exclaimed.
“And not just my neurotransmitter either. It says you stole that new titanium circuit design you worked so hard on, those equations you developed to stabilize the matrix and that pattern of subrouting the co-processors.”
“I…I worked for years on those!” Polly said furiously. If she could have moved, she would have popped Dr Lee in the nose.
“Yes, yes” Caroline said slowly, “Then you’ll know how it feels to have your hard work taken away from you. You’ll be a laughing stock, Dr Andrews, and an outcast from the scientific community.”
“They’ll…they’ll never believe you…” Polly said, not even believing the words herself.
“They wouldn’t believe me,” Caroline patted uncovered Polly’s thigh, “But they’ll believe you when you confess. That’s why I need your Personal ID Number. So what do you say?”
“YOU CAN GO TO HELL LEE!!” Polly shouted. She wouldn’t do that. Never! She felt so…exposed. It was worse with Caroline all wrapped up in her lab coat and herself with every inch of bare skin on display!
“Are you sure?” Caroline picked up Polly’s arm. It was as limp as a wet noodle. When she let go, it fell to the table with a thud. “Your body’s like a rag doll. I can do anything to you I want.” She reached in and tweaked Polly’s pasty breast, caressing her pink nipple with a finger.
“Don’t touch me!” Polly barked, knowing she couldn’t back up her protest.
“I will. If you give me that ID code.” Caroline said smiling.
“I…I can’t,” Polly said. It would be her career. No one who admitted to fraud would ever work in any scientific field again.
“I was really hoping you were going to say that,” Caroline smiled, “This would be a lot less fun if you gave in to quickly.” Dr Lee pulled a short, smooth white cylinder from her pocket. Flipping a switch, the cylinder started buzzing.
“Get that thing away from me!” Polly’s eyes opened wide when she saw the vibrator. Polly’s conservative upbringing had forced her to think of masturbation as a sin. She had done it when her body craved release, but only with a good deal of guilt. She had never even considered using a toy before.
Caroline didn’t say a word. She spread Polly’s legs like she was a mannequin, then stroked the outside of her womanhood with the vibrator’s tip.
Polly moaned, unable to help herself. The surge of pleasure was irresistible,
“This is your carrot, Polly,” Caroline explained, “Just like a dog gets a treat when it does a trick, I’ll use this on you when you tell me your ID number.” Like any biologist, Dr. Lee knew that classical conditioning required both a positive and negative stimulus. She would use both punishment and reward to break her subject.
“I won’t nnnuugghhhnnnn won’t tell you,” Polly’s protest was interrupted by another groan, this time through clenched teeth, when Caroline used the vibrator on her again.
“You will, because until you do, your going to be laughing.” Caroline turned off the vibrator, then laid it between Polly’s legs, nestling it in her curly coppery curls, so Polly could still feel the cool plastic. Then she dug her fingers into Polly’s hips near her waist. Dr Andrews immediately started giggling again, a high pitched girly sound, almost musical. To Caroline, it was a sonata.
“You are definitely ticklish,” Caroline said, digging her fingers deeper into Polly’s bony waist, “But are you more ticklish than I am? Luckily we have plenty of time to find out.”
“go hehe eheh to hehe heh helllll hehe ehehheh biiihehehehehh biiihheheheh!!!!” Polly sputtered, defiant but unable to get out the last word of her insult.
“Such language, tut tut tut,” Dr Lee scolded, her golden fingers clawing at Polly’s milky white hips, “Bad girls like you truly deserve to be punished.” She kept tickling Polly’s waist and hips. Soon, Caroline found out all she had to do to keep Polly giggling was press her fingertips down firmly and keep them vibrating.
For Polly, the tickling was only half her torment. Almost as bad was her complete helplessness. She wouldn’t even shake her hips to try and get Caroline’s fingers off a particularly bad spot. She couldn’t even bounce up and down to try and distract herself! She could only lie perfectly still and laugh. No bondage could have rendered her as motionless as Dr. Lee’s toxin. It was maddening!
“That,” Caroline said while Polly was still trying to catch her breath was just the warm-up exercise. “The real tickling is coming now, unless you want to give up?”
Polly shook her head violently. “You call that tickling?” Polly growled, “I laugh more putting on my socks in the morning.”
“Thank you for letting me know how ticklish your feet are,” Caroline smiled evilly as she moved to then end of the table. Polly could only watch in horror and curse her careless remark while her foe studied her bare soles.
Polly’s feet were small, size 5 at the most Caroline would have guessed. The bottoms were a shade pinker than the rest of her fair skin and looked unbelievably soft. Dr Andrews had spent most of her time sitting behind a desk, not doing the kinds of exercise that would have toughened up her soles. Polly’s toes were long and graceful, with the second toe a hair longer than the big one.
Caroline had never noticed a woman’s feet before, but these looked positively delicious.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” Caroline said suddenly, “Give me just the first 3 numbers of your ID code, and I’ll leave your feet alone. What do you say?”
Polly was tempted. The first 3 numbers by themselves would be useless to Dr Lee. She needed all 9. And her feet were soooo ticklish! But she knew if she took Caroline’s deal, she’d just find a new spot to torture to drag the other 6 from her. And somehow, Polly was sure that Dr Lee wouldn’t offer to leave her feet alone unless she planned to tickle a worse place in mind.
Without the false bravado of her last response, Polly simply shook her head ‘No’.
“Too bad for you,” Caroline started by raking five fingernails over both of Polly’s soles. As she’d hoped, Polly shrieked at the top of her lungs. Then Caroline started covering Polly’s arches with short flicks, dancing her nails from heel to the very top of the arch.
“OH NO HE EHEH EHEHEHEH HEHE PLEEHEHEHSSEE EHEHE EHEHEH PLEAASSESEEEH EHEHE EHEHEH E E EHEHEH E NAWWWTT HEHE EHEH EHE EHEHEHEH NAWWWTTT HEHEH MYYYYYEYEY HEH EHEHEH FEEEEETT HEHE EHEH EHEE EH EHEHEHEHEH!!!!!!!!!”
Polly stared laughing full force, begging like a school girl. It tickled so much! She could feel each nail in its torturous path up her arch. And she couldn’t even wiggle her feet to avoid it! Oh it tickled, it tickled. It Tickled!
“Three little numbers, and I’ll stop,” Caroline chanted, “Be a good girl and give me those three little numbers.” Polly’s soles were as smooth as butter! Touching them was pure joy. She was so glad her prey hadn’t given up to soon.
“NAAAOOOWWWW!!!! HEH EHEHEHE EHEHEHE EHEH NAWWOOO SHIT SHIT SHIT NUMBERS HE EHEH EHEHEHEH EHEHHEHEHE EE EHEHE!!!!!”
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Caroline said. While she used her right hand to scratch at the balls of Polly’s left foot, she reached into her pocket with the other. Slowly, Caroline pulled out a yellow feather.
“You do know what I’m going to do with this, don’t you?” Without waiting for a response, Caroline ran the feather across her neck, making Polly giggle and letting her feel just how soft it was.
Acting impulsively, Caroline stole a kiss from Polly’s red, full lips. Then she went back to the other end of the table and started wisking the feather over Polly’s plump toes.
Somehow, Polly’s laughter grew even more intense. It became harder to hear the words the redhead was trying to make. Tears started streaming from her eyes, and Caroline noticed her cheeks and neck were growing flushed.
“Does Polly like my feather? Does she?” Caroline started stroking the underside of her big toe, covering the entire fleshy pad with the soft feathers plume. Her other hand switched feet, now scribbling over the balls of Polly’s right sole.
Polly was gurgling now. Her laughter started fading in and out as she was having trouble getting enough air to keep up her hysterical chortling. Her red hair was becoming plastered to her forehead from sweat and tears. She looked like she was in agony.
“Poor baby,” Maybe if she doesn’t like my tickles, little Polly will like this.” Caroline slipped her own foot out of her shoe. On the ground, directly in front of her was a remote control. Using her big toe, Caroline flipped the main switch on it. At the same time, she eased up on the tickling, barely brushing her toe with the feather and digging only one nail into Polly’s arch.
The vibrator switched on, taking Polly completely by surprise. In the midst of her ticklish anguish, she’d forgotten it was still between her legs. Now she knew for sure, as the buzzing, pulsating toy came to life pressing against the outside of her womanhood. Polly’s eyes flew open, and her mouth opened wide. A guttural moan replaced her laughter.
Caroline gave Polly a minute of pleasure before shutting the vibrator off with her toe again. She went back to tickling full strength, all five fingers attacking the balls of her feet, while the feather began sawing in between Polly’ toes. Caroline pressed the feathers edge against the webbing, sure that would be a bad spot for Polly.
It was. Lured into a false calm by the delight between her legs, Polly erupted with mirth. She couldn’t even clench her toes! The feather sliding back and forth was driving her mad! It was too much. She screamed again and again, the laughter just bubbling out now, shooting forth like a bullet from a gun.
Then Caroline hit the switch again, and the pleasure returned. It flowed through Polly’s body, relaxed her muscles and made her nipples come fully erect. Maybe it was because she couldn’t flex a muscle, but Polly could feel her body awaken to that sensual touch. She could feel her womanhood throb, her hips dying to thrust forward. It was…
“HEHE EHEHEHE EHEH EHEHE EHEHE EHEHEHE E E EHEHEHEHEH EEHEH EHEHEHE E E EHEHEHEHEH EHEH E EHEH EHEHHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEH HEH EHEHE EHE EHEHEHEHEE EHEHE EHEHEHE E EHEHEH!!!!!!”
Then it was over, and Polly screamed as Caroline started tickling again. Now Dr. Lee discarded the feather. She attacked the undersides of Polly’s toes with her sharp fingernails, grazing over the tender flesh.
“Give me those three numbers,” Caroline repeated. “Give them to me and not only will I give you a break, but I’ll use the vibrator on you until your fully satisfied.” Caroline switched it on again, but this time kept tickling.
Now the tickling and pleasure merged inside Polly’s body. They didn’t fight or cancel each other out. Hey mixed and became some new horrible/wonderful sensation. Polly floated on it, as if it were water, swam in it, drank it. She hated it and loved it. She wanted it to stop and prayed it lasted for eternity.
“Three numbers,” Caroline said simply. Then she started sucking on one of Polly’s toes. It was something the scientist had wanted to do since she’d first seen Polly’s feet and she could no longer resist the temptation. She’d nibble, than lick. Nibble, then lick.
Caroline fell into a pattern with her big toe and the remote control for the vibrator as well. She wanted to keep Polly excited and needy, but not let her quench that need. So it was 10 seconds on and then 20 seconds off, or 20 seconds on then a minute off. It was almost like…music. Keep the beat, keep the beat.
Caroline got as lost in the sensations as Polly. The screams of her victim’s laughter and the moans coming from the back of her throat were the soundtrack. The taste of her toes and the feel of her velvety feet underneath her nails filled her mind.
“369 ooOOOHHH eheh eheHEE EHEHe ehEHEHEHEH OOOOOOO EHEHE EEEHHHEE HEEH 369 eheheEHEHEHEHEOOOOOooohhhh EEHEHEHEHE!!! 369!!!” Polly suddenly shouted out between her cries of hysteria and ecstasy. She had had enough, too much.
Only those three numbers would have shaken Caroline from her state. She stopped, reluctantly, then realized what had happened. My god, she had lost control! She was supposed to be manipulating Polly. Instead, she got carried away in her own lusts. What if she’d forgotten all about ID numbers and let her own passions sweep her away? What if she stopped being the dominator and had just made love to Polly? Caroline would have lost all chance of forcing the information she needed.
After shouting out the numbers, Polly could only lie their gasping for breath, as exhausted as she’d ever been in her life. Her stomach hurt like she had just done push-ups in gym class. How had she ever caught her breath long enough to shout the numbers?
“369...thank you,” Caroline said, trying to clear her head. It took a few minutes for her to feel like herself again. How had Polly gotten the air to shout the numbers? Maybe she had stopped tickling for a few minutes, long enough to let Polly catch a quick lungful of oxygen. Thank god she had, Caroline mused, or her own plans would have been ruined.
Caroline, having grown quite warm, stripped off her lab coat. Beneath was a lacy black blouse and very short skirt. Then she grabbed the vibrator and switched it on, “Now I’ll live up to my end of the deal.”
“Please…please,” Polly said in a soft voice. She wanted it…needed it so badly.
Dr Lee pushed the pulsating plastic toy inside Polly for the first time, sliding it in and out. Caroline felt her control of the situation return as she teased Polly’s sexuality, moving the vibrator faster and slower, rubbing it against Polly’s sexuality faster and slower. Caroline drew out Polly’s pleasure, making it last as long as she wanted it to. Then she forced Dr Andrews to climax…hard.
Caroline gave Polly a gave minutes to recover from her climax. She cleaned the toy with a white cloth, staring at her captive. Dr. Andrews face was almost as red as her hair now, and a most relaxed smile was plastered on her face. The occasional mew of joy could still be heard from her.
As Polly felt her blood stop burning and the pounding in her chest lessen, she became more aware of what she had just done. Shame started to replace passion. She had just begged another woman to…to…she couldn’t even think it! How had she given in to such…carnal needs?
“Good morning sunshine,” Caroline kissed Polly on the lips, “Ready to continue?” Caroline’s self-confidence was back. She knew who the boss was and was ready to prove it to Polly.
Polly still looked horrified. She shook her head ‘No’ again, but had no hope that that would spare her what was coming.
Caroline grabbed hold of Polly’s shoulder and thigh. She then gently turned her over onto her stomach. Her earlier training as a nurse came in handy here! Moving such dead weight without hurting the patient required certain skills.
Polly’s fear kept rising. What was this psychotic bitch going to do now? Lying face down, Polly couldn’t even see where Caroline was about to tickle her. It was like being blindfolded!
“Now, unless you want to give me the next three numbers…no? Then I guess I should begin.” Caroline took out a paintbrush. It was stiffer than the feathers had been, but still soft. She swiped it over Polly’s bare sole, going down her arch then across her toes.
“HE HEHEH EHE HEYYY!!!! You HE EHEH EHEH You said HEHE EHE EHEH said no no HEH EHEHEHEH more feeeeeheheheheheeeeeet!” Polly cried out as the brush kissed her sole again. She couldn’t see what was touching her, but it tickled!
“I’m sorry, your right. I just got carried away,” Caroline stopped tickling. “No more feet. Let’s find a spot even more fun.” She started whisking the brush along the back of Polly’s left thigh using short quick strokes.
For Polly, This was definitely not an improvement! It definitely tickled! And more than it should have. For while Polly had usually been able to protect her feet and other private areas, growing up her legs had been the subject of many tickle attacks. She hadn’t been able to wear shorts or a swimsuit without one of her sisters or a cousin pinching or poking them. Never, had her legs been so sensitive! The giggles started gushing out of her once more.
“It seems somebody didn’t know her body would get more ticklish after her orgasm,” Caroline taunted. She started using her fingernails on the back of Polly’s right thigh, grazing her nails over the hairless skin. Caroline couldn’t help but admire Polly’s thighs. They were round and feminine, yet full and solid. They were a joy to tickle.
Suddenly, Caroline moved to the backs of Polly’s knees. She dabbed the paintbrush into that delicate are and started spinning it between her fingers. Her other hand started clawing behind Polly’s other knee. This made Polly’s laughter grow sharply.
“HEHE EHEHE EHE E EHEHEHEHEHE SOOOHOHOHO MUCHCHHEHEHE EHEHE E E EHEHE TIIHIHIHICKLLEEE EHE EHEHEEHHE SOOOOO MUCHHCH !!! GAWWWDDDDD EHEHE EHEHEHEEHEHEH STAWWWWPPP EEEHEH!!!”
As Caroline tickled away, her enjoyment growing as Polly’s laughter got louder, she couldn’t help but notice something disturbing. Dr. Andrews legs were starting to twitch slightly. Could the toxin be wearing off so soon? It was probably just involuntary movement. Polly was almost certainly too hysterical to notice. Thank goodness the toxin wore off slowly. Still, Caroline mused, she would have to break the redhead quicker than she‘d planned.
But Polly had noticed. Caroline may have studied the toxin, its chemical formula and its effects on lab animals, but she’d never tried it on herself. Dr. Lee couldn’t have known that when the toxin started to wear off, a surge or warmth flooded through your muscles. Polly’s body was becoming her own again!
And the toxin did not wear off slowly . Already, Polly could have moved her legs away from Caroline’s tickling fingers. She probably could have rolled off the table. But that would have only led to a few precious moments of relief. Polly knew she was still weak as a kitten, and if she made a move now, she’d quickly be captured again.
No, Polly had to bide her time, play possum and let Caroline tickle her until more of her strength returned.
But that was easier said than done, kind of like keeping your hand an inch over an open flame. Every nerve in Polly’s body said ‘MOVE!’ It was an effort to hold still.
It got worse. Now pressed for time, Caroline stopped tickling Polly’s knees and went for her bare bottom. She began sweeping the brush over Polly’s cheeks, while her fingers started probing into the fleshy tissue.
“HOHO HOHHOH HHOHHOHOHOHOH NAWWOWOWOWOHOHOHOHO HHOOHO GRRRRRHHOHOHOH HOHOHO CANNNN’T STAND STAND HOHOHOHOHO OOOO!!!”
The tickling was unbelievable! It ripped through Polly, shooting through every nerve in her body. That damn brush…on her…her…Gawd it tickled! Even harder than enduring the tickling was forcing her body not to move. It was nearly impossible.
Caroline fell in love with Polly’s bottom. The rest of her skin could have been described as fair, or milky, but not her butt. It was as pure white. Every scratch from Caroline’s nails, every flick of the brush left thin, pink streaks. And was it ticklish! Maybe even more than her feet! Caroline could feel her body tremble at every touch, hear her screams of hysteria. It was…pure joy.
Now it was time to make it even better.
Caroline picked up the vibrator again and turned it on. Polly’s ears practically perked up like a dog when she heard the buzzing. This time, however, Caroline didn’t use it to stroke Polly’s womanhood. Instead, she started dragging the point across the crease formed where thigh and ass met.
Polly roared like a wounded animal. It tickled worse than everything she had felt so far. The vibrations spread through her entire butt, tickling nerves on and bellow the surface. It only got worse when Caroline used the brush to attack that same crease. She screamed and bellowed, cackled and shrieked. Air was flying out of her lungs.
Somehow she had enough willpower not to move. Oh, it wasn’t perfect. Polly’s hands clenched into fists. There was so much tension in her arms that they could have been used as crowbars. But Caroline was so enraptured with her tickling that she didn’t notice such small things.
“I tell you what, Polly,’ Caroline said, still oblivious, “Give me the next three numbers of your ID, and I’ll give you another break. What do you say?” Brush stroking Polly’s left cheek, vibrator running across her right.
The old expression was ‘tickled pink’. Polly Andrews sure was. The flush that had started when Caroline had been tickling her feet now covered her entire body. Milky skinned Dr. Andrews now looked liked she’d spent too much time in the sun.
“HOH HO HOOOHOHOH HOHOHOOOO…UUUuuuUUUUHHHHHHH HOOHOHO OHOHOHHHOHOH HOHOHOHOHOO NAWWOWOWOWOWO GRRRHRHR HHOHOHOHOHO UUUHUHUHUHU!!!!” Polly didn’t even hear what Caroline had to say. Her body was on fire!
Polly was forced to moan in the middle of her laughing, ecstasy mixed with hysteria again. Caroline was back to her old trick of sliding the vibrator over Polly’s womanhood again. Her arms had lifted off the table at the first wave of pleasure. Had Dr. Lee seen, it would have been disaster. At the same time, the brush never stopped stroking.
But she didn’t. “God, I love to hear you moan,” Caroline said, consumed by her torment of Polly. She now began flicking the brush up and down Polly’s butt crack.
It should have been impossible for Polly to laugh louder. Somehow she did. Her cries became pure agony. Worse, Polly knew she’d have to move soon. She couldn’t lie there and feel that!
“HAHA AHAHAHA AHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAHA HHAHH HHHAAAHAHHAHA AHAH AHHHAHA AAAAAAHHAHAHHH!!!!” There were no more words. Her brain wasn’t working well enough for words. Tickling was real. The brush was real. All Polly could do was laugh and laugh and laugh.
Polly couldn’t hold her body still for another moment. Her body felt like it was being ripped apart. The bristles kept moving up and down, up and down, barely penetrating that opening. It was maddening. Slowly, she lifted her chest up off the table, taking her weight on her arms. Just like doing a push-up in gym. She would roll to her right, and try somehow to make for the door.
“Just three little numbers, Polly. I still won’t have all 9, but you’ll get a break.” Caroline hadn’t noticed the motion. She was blind to everything except the worlds whitest ass being caressed by her paintbrush. She was deaf to everything except the insane howls of her victim.
Break? This time the word got through Polly’s tickled brain. She dropped back to the table “199 HahahHAHAHAHAHahaHA ahAHAHAHAHAH 199199199199199199 HahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHhahahaHAHAHHHHAAAAAAA!!!” She shouted.
“369-199...it’s a good start,” Caroline said, dropping the brush. Again, she let Polly catch her breath. The end would be here soon she knew. Then she would be the champion.
Caroline could only smile as she watched Polly calm down. Victory was going to be sweet. Now she had her. Caroline would use the vibrator on her again, but this time she wouldn’t finish. Instead, she’d leave Dr. Andrews horny and exhausted. Then the feather would come back out. Caroline would stroke her womanhood, tickling and pleasuring her at the same time.
Polly would need another orgasm. She would need the tickling to end. She’d surrender. What choice would she have?
Polly was still ‘playing dead’. She had to let her body recover, both from the toxin and the wrenching tickling. Soon…soon.
Then Caroline inserted the vibrator again. Polly purred like a kitten. How could her body need it again so soon? But it did. She hugged the buzzing plastic with her thighs, thrust her hips onto it. Gawd it felt good! One stroke…two…three… oh oho hohoh…
Caught up in the ecstasy, Polly slammed her fist down on the steel table. And everything froze.
Caroline realized in that second that the toxin was worn off. All the little signs she’d missed rushed into her brain. She’d better…
But Polly was quicker. She kicked backward, her foot planting itself firmly in Dr. Lee’s stomach. With a woosh, the air left Caroline’s lungs and she staggered back, stunned.
Taking advantage of the moment, Polly sat up on the table, got into a crouching position and leaped at her adversary. Both women fell to the ground, a pile of arms and legs.
Polly’s hands slipped under Caroline’s shirt. Instinctively, they went straight for her underarms. Probing fingers slid just before Caroline clamped her arms down to her sides. Like before, nothing was between Polly’s fingernails and the unbelievably soft skin of her armpits. Now it was Caroline Lee’s turn to wail when those fingers started to wiggle.
“he ehehehe eheheheh no non nono nawwttt he ehehehh eheheh meeeheheheh eehe ehehe nawwwttt heheheh eeeehehehe againnhehe ehehehehehehe…..” Caroline blurted out. One of her hands ended up on Polly’s bare belly, and she plunged her fingers in, tickling the pale flesh.
Now both women were laughing. It was a battle that Polly couldn’t win. Weakened by toxin and tickling, naked as the day she was born, she didn’t have the strength or protection of clothing Caroline did. But she was going to try.
Polly leaned in and started nibbling Caroline’s neck. She remembered how much the blond had loved that in their earlier struggle. Caroline’s tickling subsided as her body tried to deal with the new sensations. She was extremely aroused from torturing Dr. Andrews, and, unlike Dr. Andrews, had not climaxed yet.
Caroline pushed Polly away, using some inner well of strength she didn’t even know she had. Everything was going wrong. So very wrong. But in the corner was the lab coat she had discarded. In the pocket, as an emergency precaution (she was a scientist after all) Dr. Lee had a pair of handcuffs. She lunged for them.
Polly though had watched her eyes and knew what she was going for. She reached out and caught Dr. Lee’s leg, pulling her up short of her goal. Thinking furiously, Polly ripped off Caroline’s shoe and started raking her nails across her sole.
Unfortunately for Caroline, because of her skirt, she was wearing nylons that day. The tickling shot through her leg and made her cry out, stronger laughter bubbling through her.
“he ehehe HEEHE EHEHEHe EH ehe EHEHE eheheh stawwwhahahahahhppppp he ehehehe eheeheheheheheh nawwowowowohehehehe ehehehe ehehehehehhe!!!” Part of Caroline wanted to crumble. The nylons made it easy for Polly’s fingers to glide over her sole at record speeds. If she got to her toes, Caroline knew, she’d be done for.
She kicked and knocked Polly’s hands away. Then she lunged for the handcuffs once more. Caroline managed to pull them out of the lab coat‘s pocket, but Polly grabbed them the next second. The game was now simple. Whoever could gain control of those cuffs and use them would win.
They each held onto the cuffs with one hand and used the other to tickle. Polly’s hand again went to Caroline’s ribs, poking into the hotspots she had found earlier. She knew those ribs! Quickly, Caroline was dissolving into sidesplitting laughter.
Caroline’s hand was on Polly’s breast. They were smaller than Caroline’s but more firm. Caroline danced her fingers over the side and underneath Polly’s left boob, then moved it over to the right.
The women dropped to their knees. They couldn’t drop the cuffs, couldn’t stop tickling. Either would have been willing to stop at this point, to retreat to safety, but neither could. As the tickling threatened to overwhelm them, both Polly and Caroline knew they couldn’t lose this. The winner would not be merciful.
Like Thomas Jefferson said about holding the tiger by the throat…You really don’t want to be grabbing the wild animal, but you also didn’t want to let go.
It was then that the robots came in. With no hesitation, they grabbed both women by the wrists, and pulled them off of each other. The handcuffs fell harmlessly to the floor. Both women struggled for a minute, not realizing what was happening, before giving in to the robots inhuman force.
Then it was over. One robot held Dr Lee by both wrists, another held Dr Andrews the same way. Two more stood motionlessly between them.
“Alright…<gasp>…alright…Multivac…” Polly called out. The tickling and the wrestling had left her as exhausted as she’d ever felt, “Alright. You…<gasp>…stopped us from hurting each other.” It was the First Law of Robotics, and Multivac had to obey it. Mulitvac might not have considered the tickling harmful, but it obviously felt differently about the wrestling.
“Yes,” Caroline as, also out of breath but not to the extent Polly was, “Let us go. We’ll just go back to our separate quarters. This…contest between us is over.” For now, the blond added silently. She still planned on her revenge.
“I’m sorry Dr. Lee, Dr. Andrews,” Mulivac said, its mechanical voice sounding more human than ever. “Nothing is over. I think you’ll find the tickling is just begun.”
Caroline and Polly could only stare at each other in uncomprehending horror.
That computer simulation was already being seen by scientists from around the world and earning high praise for Dr Andrews. Her career was soaring to new levels, and soon she would be leaving the isolated laboratory she shared with Dr Caroline Lee.
Caroline…Polly still felt guilty about stealing the formula from her. To make matters worse, it seemed that the letter from the Bureau of Scientific Research that had threatened Dr Andrews grant (and her career) had been a mistake. They hadn’t anticipated even hearing from Dr Andrews until her next annual review in five months. Had Polly known that, she never would have…persuaded Dr Lee to give up her secrets.
The guilt Polly was feeling warred with other, more troubling emotions, she felt whenever she saw the blond scientist. Dr Lee continued dressing in the lab coat that covered her from neck to toes, but Polly couldn’t help remembering the more intimate view she’d had of Caroline that one special day. And Polly had done more than look, too. Part of her desperately wanted to do that again.
Well, Polly was sure Dr Lee would be alright. She was a genius in her field. Surely this small setback for her would only spur her on to greater things. The tension between the two scientists caused Polly more concerns. They were still forced to eat dinner together every day by Bureau regulations and the laboratory’s supercomputer, Multivac. Ever since the…incident, Caroline had refused to say a word or even look in Polly’s direction.
Dinner that night was no exception. The two women ate in absolute silence. Polly was being transferred to a different, more prestigious facility in just a few days and her mind was on all she had to do to be ready on time. Caroline was sulking, as usual. Or at least Polly thought so.
Even as Polly ate, barely tasting the food, and crossing off the tasks she’d already finished from a list on her electronic pad, Caroline was sneaking glances at her. Dr Lee couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from turning up slightly. Fortunately Dr Andrews never noticed.
It didn’t happen like in the movies. Dr Andrews never got dizzy. She never stood up woozily and crashed to the floor. One second she was planning what equipment to crate that evening, barely tasting the tomato soup sliding down her throat, the next everything went black.
Now Caroline could smile in earnest. With Polly leaving so soon, she’d had to rush her revenge. She’d been worried she wouldn’t have the chance. Now, she did. Picking up Dr Andrews unconscious body, Caroline carried it to a special table in her private laboratory.
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Polly awoke confused and disorientated, lying on a cold, metallic table. There was a bitter taste to her mouth, but no headache or lightheaded feeling. As her confusion vanished, Polly realized she was shivering as a light breeze caused by the air conditioner blew across her body. HER NAKED BODY!
It got worse. Much worse. Polly tried to cover herself with her arms, tried to sit up so she could find some clothes, but nothing happened. She couldn’t move! It wasn’t that her arms or legs were tied down. Polly couldn’t make her muscles work. Her couldn’t even flex her thighs or biceps! She was paralyzed!
“Oh, its not permanent. Don’t worry,” Polly heard a voice from behind her, “But it will last long enough for us to come to an understanding.” Polly turned her head (oddly enough, her neck still worked) so that she could see Dr Caroline Lee enter the room. She was wearing her usual white lab coat that covered her from neck to ankle. Her long, blonde hair was in a ponytail.
Caroline looked down at her handy work. She noticed that the Polly‘s freckles were not only on her face, but dotted her fair skin on most of her body, and that the flaming red hair on the top of her head was indeed copied between her legs. There was not an inch of fat on Dr Andrews stomach or legs, but neither were there the firm muscles showing evidence of frequent trips to the gym. Polly was slender but soft, perfect for what Caroline had in mind.
“What…what have you done to me?” Polly cried out. She tried to desperately to shake any body part she could, to wiggle a finger or even a toe. NOTHING! Only her head had any movement to it. The rest of her body might as well have been made out of stone. Polly’s fear started to turn into pure panic. How crazy was Caroline? What was she going to do to her?
“It seems there was a toxin in the tomato soup, one used by a predator in the Orion System. Luckily for you, that predator prefers live prey, so the toxin won’t hurt you. It just keeps your legs and arms from getting in the way of what I have planned.” Caroline walked from Polly’s head down to her feat, dragging her fingertips from Polly’s shoulders to her knees in the process. “Of course if I’d known what a fine body you had, I would have planned to do this to you awhile ago.”
Polly’s body shivered at the tickling sensation Caroline’s fingers had caused. Her muscles might not be working, but it seemed her nerve endings were on high alert! That, plus Caroline’s comment about her ‘fine body’ made Polly blush like a school girl and her nipples grow hard. She wasn’t just helpless in front of her enemy, but naked and helpless. Caroline was staring at parts of Polly’s body only her doctor had seen in recent months, and there was nothing the fiery redhead could do about it.
“I…I don’t know what you’re planning,” Polly said, taking a deep breath, “but its not necessary. You don’t understand! I was going too…”
“All you’re going to do is lie there,” Caroline finished for her. “After everything you did to me, do you really think you can talk your way out of this? Socrates himself couldn’t come up with logic that strong. Now, I think I’ll start by…”
“Help! Mulitvac, send in a HEHEE ehehe eheheehehehe eheheeh!!!!!” Polly tried to call for help, but Caroline’s slender fingers quickly ended that cry by dancing over her belly. Polly dissolved into a giggling mess.
“You may be a robotics expert, able to give commands more likely to be followed than the commands of a poor biologist like myself, but to do that, you’ll have to keep from laughing!” Caroline smiled. She had run into the same problem when Polly had been tickling her. Now the shoe was on the other foot. “Though it is nice to know you are as ticklish as Mulitvac said you were.”
Polly tried twice more to call Mulitvac for help, and both times Caroline’s fingers caused her to break into giggles instead. Seeing the futility of her actions, she tried another tactic. Surrender.
“What…what do you want from me,” she asked at last. Polly was fully prepared to give the blond almost anything she wanted. And why not? She had never been so vulnerable in her life. Even a baby could squirm! Even the fly caught in the spiders web could struggle. She couldn’t do those things. If Dr Lee wanted her life savings, Polly would give it to her, just to get out of this trap.
“Oh, nothing really. I took the liberty of writing an e-mail in your name, and as I took your retinal scan while you were…sleeping, I only need your Personal ID Number to authenticate it.” Caroline said casually, trying to appear calm, while her heart was beating like a racehorse. This was what she had been waiting for!
“What…what mind of e-mail?” Polly asked nervously. In this age of supercomputers, signatures and photo identification had gone the way of the horseless carriage. A retina scan (taken in the last 24 hours) and the 9 digit Personal ID Number assigned by the MasterComputer in Washington DC were used when somebody needed to prove they were who they claimed to be.
“Just one confessing that you stole several of the components of that new positronic brain of yours.” Caroline said with a sly grin.
“WHAT??!!” Poly exclaimed.
“And not just my neurotransmitter either. It says you stole that new titanium circuit design you worked so hard on, those equations you developed to stabilize the matrix and that pattern of subrouting the co-processors.”
“I…I worked for years on those!” Polly said furiously. If she could have moved, she would have popped Dr Lee in the nose.
“Yes, yes” Caroline said slowly, “Then you’ll know how it feels to have your hard work taken away from you. You’ll be a laughing stock, Dr Andrews, and an outcast from the scientific community.”
“They’ll…they’ll never believe you…” Polly said, not even believing the words herself.
“They wouldn’t believe me,” Caroline patted uncovered Polly’s thigh, “But they’ll believe you when you confess. That’s why I need your Personal ID Number. So what do you say?”
“YOU CAN GO TO HELL LEE!!” Polly shouted. She wouldn’t do that. Never! She felt so…exposed. It was worse with Caroline all wrapped up in her lab coat and herself with every inch of bare skin on display!
“Are you sure?” Caroline picked up Polly’s arm. It was as limp as a wet noodle. When she let go, it fell to the table with a thud. “Your body’s like a rag doll. I can do anything to you I want.” She reached in and tweaked Polly’s pasty breast, caressing her pink nipple with a finger.
“Don’t touch me!” Polly barked, knowing she couldn’t back up her protest.
“I will. If you give me that ID code.” Caroline said smiling.
“I…I can’t,” Polly said. It would be her career. No one who admitted to fraud would ever work in any scientific field again.
“I was really hoping you were going to say that,” Caroline smiled, “This would be a lot less fun if you gave in to quickly.” Dr Lee pulled a short, smooth white cylinder from her pocket. Flipping a switch, the cylinder started buzzing.
“Get that thing away from me!” Polly’s eyes opened wide when she saw the vibrator. Polly’s conservative upbringing had forced her to think of masturbation as a sin. She had done it when her body craved release, but only with a good deal of guilt. She had never even considered using a toy before.
Caroline didn’t say a word. She spread Polly’s legs like she was a mannequin, then stroked the outside of her womanhood with the vibrator’s tip.
Polly moaned, unable to help herself. The surge of pleasure was irresistible,
“This is your carrot, Polly,” Caroline explained, “Just like a dog gets a treat when it does a trick, I’ll use this on you when you tell me your ID number.” Like any biologist, Dr. Lee knew that classical conditioning required both a positive and negative stimulus. She would use both punishment and reward to break her subject.
“I won’t nnnuugghhhnnnn won’t tell you,” Polly’s protest was interrupted by another groan, this time through clenched teeth, when Caroline used the vibrator on her again.
“You will, because until you do, your going to be laughing.” Caroline turned off the vibrator, then laid it between Polly’s legs, nestling it in her curly coppery curls, so Polly could still feel the cool plastic. Then she dug her fingers into Polly’s hips near her waist. Dr Andrews immediately started giggling again, a high pitched girly sound, almost musical. To Caroline, it was a sonata.
“You are definitely ticklish,” Caroline said, digging her fingers deeper into Polly’s bony waist, “But are you more ticklish than I am? Luckily we have plenty of time to find out.”
“go hehe eheh to hehe heh helllll hehe ehehheh biiihehehehehh biiihheheheh!!!!” Polly sputtered, defiant but unable to get out the last word of her insult.
“Such language, tut tut tut,” Dr Lee scolded, her golden fingers clawing at Polly’s milky white hips, “Bad girls like you truly deserve to be punished.” She kept tickling Polly’s waist and hips. Soon, Caroline found out all she had to do to keep Polly giggling was press her fingertips down firmly and keep them vibrating.
For Polly, the tickling was only half her torment. Almost as bad was her complete helplessness. She wouldn’t even shake her hips to try and get Caroline’s fingers off a particularly bad spot. She couldn’t even bounce up and down to try and distract herself! She could only lie perfectly still and laugh. No bondage could have rendered her as motionless as Dr. Lee’s toxin. It was maddening!
“That,” Caroline said while Polly was still trying to catch her breath was just the warm-up exercise. “The real tickling is coming now, unless you want to give up?”
Polly shook her head violently. “You call that tickling?” Polly growled, “I laugh more putting on my socks in the morning.”
“Thank you for letting me know how ticklish your feet are,” Caroline smiled evilly as she moved to then end of the table. Polly could only watch in horror and curse her careless remark while her foe studied her bare soles.
Polly’s feet were small, size 5 at the most Caroline would have guessed. The bottoms were a shade pinker than the rest of her fair skin and looked unbelievably soft. Dr Andrews had spent most of her time sitting behind a desk, not doing the kinds of exercise that would have toughened up her soles. Polly’s toes were long and graceful, with the second toe a hair longer than the big one.
Caroline had never noticed a woman’s feet before, but these looked positively delicious.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” Caroline said suddenly, “Give me just the first 3 numbers of your ID code, and I’ll leave your feet alone. What do you say?”
Polly was tempted. The first 3 numbers by themselves would be useless to Dr Lee. She needed all 9. And her feet were soooo ticklish! But she knew if she took Caroline’s deal, she’d just find a new spot to torture to drag the other 6 from her. And somehow, Polly was sure that Dr Lee wouldn’t offer to leave her feet alone unless she planned to tickle a worse place in mind.
Without the false bravado of her last response, Polly simply shook her head ‘No’.
“Too bad for you,” Caroline started by raking five fingernails over both of Polly’s soles. As she’d hoped, Polly shrieked at the top of her lungs. Then Caroline started covering Polly’s arches with short flicks, dancing her nails from heel to the very top of the arch.
“OH NO HE EHEH EHEHEHEH HEHE PLEEHEHEHSSEE EHEHE EHEHEH PLEAASSESEEEH EHEHE EHEHEH E E EHEHEH E NAWWWTT HEHE EHEH EHE EHEHEHEH NAWWWTTT HEHEH MYYYYYEYEY HEH EHEHEH FEEEEETT HEHE EHEH EHEE EH EHEHEHEHEH!!!!!!!!!”
Polly stared laughing full force, begging like a school girl. It tickled so much! She could feel each nail in its torturous path up her arch. And she couldn’t even wiggle her feet to avoid it! Oh it tickled, it tickled. It Tickled!
“Three little numbers, and I’ll stop,” Caroline chanted, “Be a good girl and give me those three little numbers.” Polly’s soles were as smooth as butter! Touching them was pure joy. She was so glad her prey hadn’t given up to soon.
“NAAAOOOWWWW!!!! HEH EHEHEHE EHEHEHE EHEH NAWWOOO SHIT SHIT SHIT NUMBERS HE EHEH EHEHEHEH EHEHHEHEHE EE EHEHE!!!!!”
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Caroline said. While she used her right hand to scratch at the balls of Polly’s left foot, she reached into her pocket with the other. Slowly, Caroline pulled out a yellow feather.
“You do know what I’m going to do with this, don’t you?” Without waiting for a response, Caroline ran the feather across her neck, making Polly giggle and letting her feel just how soft it was.
Acting impulsively, Caroline stole a kiss from Polly’s red, full lips. Then she went back to the other end of the table and started wisking the feather over Polly’s plump toes.
Somehow, Polly’s laughter grew even more intense. It became harder to hear the words the redhead was trying to make. Tears started streaming from her eyes, and Caroline noticed her cheeks and neck were growing flushed.
“Does Polly like my feather? Does she?” Caroline started stroking the underside of her big toe, covering the entire fleshy pad with the soft feathers plume. Her other hand switched feet, now scribbling over the balls of Polly’s right sole.
Polly was gurgling now. Her laughter started fading in and out as she was having trouble getting enough air to keep up her hysterical chortling. Her red hair was becoming plastered to her forehead from sweat and tears. She looked like she was in agony.
“Poor baby,” Maybe if she doesn’t like my tickles, little Polly will like this.” Caroline slipped her own foot out of her shoe. On the ground, directly in front of her was a remote control. Using her big toe, Caroline flipped the main switch on it. At the same time, she eased up on the tickling, barely brushing her toe with the feather and digging only one nail into Polly’s arch.
The vibrator switched on, taking Polly completely by surprise. In the midst of her ticklish anguish, she’d forgotten it was still between her legs. Now she knew for sure, as the buzzing, pulsating toy came to life pressing against the outside of her womanhood. Polly’s eyes flew open, and her mouth opened wide. A guttural moan replaced her laughter.
Caroline gave Polly a minute of pleasure before shutting the vibrator off with her toe again. She went back to tickling full strength, all five fingers attacking the balls of her feet, while the feather began sawing in between Polly’ toes. Caroline pressed the feathers edge against the webbing, sure that would be a bad spot for Polly.
It was. Lured into a false calm by the delight between her legs, Polly erupted with mirth. She couldn’t even clench her toes! The feather sliding back and forth was driving her mad! It was too much. She screamed again and again, the laughter just bubbling out now, shooting forth like a bullet from a gun.
Then Caroline hit the switch again, and the pleasure returned. It flowed through Polly’s body, relaxed her muscles and made her nipples come fully erect. Maybe it was because she couldn’t flex a muscle, but Polly could feel her body awaken to that sensual touch. She could feel her womanhood throb, her hips dying to thrust forward. It was…
“HEHE EHEHEHE EHEH EHEHE EHEHE EHEHEHE E E EHEHEHEHEH EEHEH EHEHEHE E E EHEHEHEHEH EHEH E EHEH EHEHHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEH HEH EHEHE EHE EHEHEHEHEE EHEHE EHEHEHE E EHEHEH!!!!!!”
Then it was over, and Polly screamed as Caroline started tickling again. Now Dr. Lee discarded the feather. She attacked the undersides of Polly’s toes with her sharp fingernails, grazing over the tender flesh.
“Give me those three numbers,” Caroline repeated. “Give them to me and not only will I give you a break, but I’ll use the vibrator on you until your fully satisfied.” Caroline switched it on again, but this time kept tickling.
Now the tickling and pleasure merged inside Polly’s body. They didn’t fight or cancel each other out. Hey mixed and became some new horrible/wonderful sensation. Polly floated on it, as if it were water, swam in it, drank it. She hated it and loved it. She wanted it to stop and prayed it lasted for eternity.
“Three numbers,” Caroline said simply. Then she started sucking on one of Polly’s toes. It was something the scientist had wanted to do since she’d first seen Polly’s feet and she could no longer resist the temptation. She’d nibble, than lick. Nibble, then lick.
Caroline fell into a pattern with her big toe and the remote control for the vibrator as well. She wanted to keep Polly excited and needy, but not let her quench that need. So it was 10 seconds on and then 20 seconds off, or 20 seconds on then a minute off. It was almost like…music. Keep the beat, keep the beat.
Caroline got as lost in the sensations as Polly. The screams of her victim’s laughter and the moans coming from the back of her throat were the soundtrack. The taste of her toes and the feel of her velvety feet underneath her nails filled her mind.
“369 ooOOOHHH eheh eheHEE EHEHe ehEHEHEHEH OOOOOOO EHEHE EEEHHHEE HEEH 369 eheheEHEHEHEHEOOOOOooohhhh EEHEHEHEHE!!! 369!!!” Polly suddenly shouted out between her cries of hysteria and ecstasy. She had had enough, too much.
Only those three numbers would have shaken Caroline from her state. She stopped, reluctantly, then realized what had happened. My god, she had lost control! She was supposed to be manipulating Polly. Instead, she got carried away in her own lusts. What if she’d forgotten all about ID numbers and let her own passions sweep her away? What if she stopped being the dominator and had just made love to Polly? Caroline would have lost all chance of forcing the information she needed.
After shouting out the numbers, Polly could only lie their gasping for breath, as exhausted as she’d ever been in her life. Her stomach hurt like she had just done push-ups in gym class. How had she ever caught her breath long enough to shout the numbers?
“369...thank you,” Caroline said, trying to clear her head. It took a few minutes for her to feel like herself again. How had Polly gotten the air to shout the numbers? Maybe she had stopped tickling for a few minutes, long enough to let Polly catch a quick lungful of oxygen. Thank god she had, Caroline mused, or her own plans would have been ruined.
Caroline, having grown quite warm, stripped off her lab coat. Beneath was a lacy black blouse and very short skirt. Then she grabbed the vibrator and switched it on, “Now I’ll live up to my end of the deal.”
“Please…please,” Polly said in a soft voice. She wanted it…needed it so badly.
Dr Lee pushed the pulsating plastic toy inside Polly for the first time, sliding it in and out. Caroline felt her control of the situation return as she teased Polly’s sexuality, moving the vibrator faster and slower, rubbing it against Polly’s sexuality faster and slower. Caroline drew out Polly’s pleasure, making it last as long as she wanted it to. Then she forced Dr Andrews to climax…hard.
Caroline gave Polly a gave minutes to recover from her climax. She cleaned the toy with a white cloth, staring at her captive. Dr. Andrews face was almost as red as her hair now, and a most relaxed smile was plastered on her face. The occasional mew of joy could still be heard from her.
As Polly felt her blood stop burning and the pounding in her chest lessen, she became more aware of what she had just done. Shame started to replace passion. She had just begged another woman to…to…she couldn’t even think it! How had she given in to such…carnal needs?
“Good morning sunshine,” Caroline kissed Polly on the lips, “Ready to continue?” Caroline’s self-confidence was back. She knew who the boss was and was ready to prove it to Polly.
Polly still looked horrified. She shook her head ‘No’ again, but had no hope that that would spare her what was coming.
Caroline grabbed hold of Polly’s shoulder and thigh. She then gently turned her over onto her stomach. Her earlier training as a nurse came in handy here! Moving such dead weight without hurting the patient required certain skills.
Polly’s fear kept rising. What was this psychotic bitch going to do now? Lying face down, Polly couldn’t even see where Caroline was about to tickle her. It was like being blindfolded!
“Now, unless you want to give me the next three numbers…no? Then I guess I should begin.” Caroline took out a paintbrush. It was stiffer than the feathers had been, but still soft. She swiped it over Polly’s bare sole, going down her arch then across her toes.
“HE HEHEH EHE HEYYY!!!! You HE EHEH EHEH You said HEHE EHE EHEH said no no HEH EHEHEHEH more feeeeeheheheheheeeeeet!” Polly cried out as the brush kissed her sole again. She couldn’t see what was touching her, but it tickled!
“I’m sorry, your right. I just got carried away,” Caroline stopped tickling. “No more feet. Let’s find a spot even more fun.” She started whisking the brush along the back of Polly’s left thigh using short quick strokes.
For Polly, This was definitely not an improvement! It definitely tickled! And more than it should have. For while Polly had usually been able to protect her feet and other private areas, growing up her legs had been the subject of many tickle attacks. She hadn’t been able to wear shorts or a swimsuit without one of her sisters or a cousin pinching or poking them. Never, had her legs been so sensitive! The giggles started gushing out of her once more.
“It seems somebody didn’t know her body would get more ticklish after her orgasm,” Caroline taunted. She started using her fingernails on the back of Polly’s right thigh, grazing her nails over the hairless skin. Caroline couldn’t help but admire Polly’s thighs. They were round and feminine, yet full and solid. They were a joy to tickle.
Suddenly, Caroline moved to the backs of Polly’s knees. She dabbed the paintbrush into that delicate are and started spinning it between her fingers. Her other hand started clawing behind Polly’s other knee. This made Polly’s laughter grow sharply.
“HEHE EHEHE EHE E EHEHEHEHEHE SOOOHOHOHO MUCHCHHEHEHE EHEHE E E EHEHE TIIHIHIHICKLLEEE EHE EHEHEEHHE SOOOOO MUCHHCH !!! GAWWWDDDDD EHEHE EHEHEHEEHEHEH STAWWWWPPP EEEHEH!!!”
As Caroline tickled away, her enjoyment growing as Polly’s laughter got louder, she couldn’t help but notice something disturbing. Dr. Andrews legs were starting to twitch slightly. Could the toxin be wearing off so soon? It was probably just involuntary movement. Polly was almost certainly too hysterical to notice. Thank goodness the toxin wore off slowly. Still, Caroline mused, she would have to break the redhead quicker than she‘d planned.
But Polly had noticed. Caroline may have studied the toxin, its chemical formula and its effects on lab animals, but she’d never tried it on herself. Dr. Lee couldn’t have known that when the toxin started to wear off, a surge or warmth flooded through your muscles. Polly’s body was becoming her own again!
And the toxin did not wear off slowly . Already, Polly could have moved her legs away from Caroline’s tickling fingers. She probably could have rolled off the table. But that would have only led to a few precious moments of relief. Polly knew she was still weak as a kitten, and if she made a move now, she’d quickly be captured again.
No, Polly had to bide her time, play possum and let Caroline tickle her until more of her strength returned.
But that was easier said than done, kind of like keeping your hand an inch over an open flame. Every nerve in Polly’s body said ‘MOVE!’ It was an effort to hold still.
It got worse. Now pressed for time, Caroline stopped tickling Polly’s knees and went for her bare bottom. She began sweeping the brush over Polly’s cheeks, while her fingers started probing into the fleshy tissue.
“HOHO HOHHOH HHOHHOHOHOHOH NAWWOWOWOWOHOHOHOHO HHOOHO GRRRRRHHOHOHOH HOHOHO CANNNN’T STAND STAND HOHOHOHOHO OOOO!!!”
The tickling was unbelievable! It ripped through Polly, shooting through every nerve in her body. That damn brush…on her…her…Gawd it tickled! Even harder than enduring the tickling was forcing her body not to move. It was nearly impossible.
Caroline fell in love with Polly’s bottom. The rest of her skin could have been described as fair, or milky, but not her butt. It was as pure white. Every scratch from Caroline’s nails, every flick of the brush left thin, pink streaks. And was it ticklish! Maybe even more than her feet! Caroline could feel her body tremble at every touch, hear her screams of hysteria. It was…pure joy.
Now it was time to make it even better.
Caroline picked up the vibrator again and turned it on. Polly’s ears practically perked up like a dog when she heard the buzzing. This time, however, Caroline didn’t use it to stroke Polly’s womanhood. Instead, she started dragging the point across the crease formed where thigh and ass met.
Polly roared like a wounded animal. It tickled worse than everything she had felt so far. The vibrations spread through her entire butt, tickling nerves on and bellow the surface. It only got worse when Caroline used the brush to attack that same crease. She screamed and bellowed, cackled and shrieked. Air was flying out of her lungs.
Somehow she had enough willpower not to move. Oh, it wasn’t perfect. Polly’s hands clenched into fists. There was so much tension in her arms that they could have been used as crowbars. But Caroline was so enraptured with her tickling that she didn’t notice such small things.
“I tell you what, Polly,’ Caroline said, still oblivious, “Give me the next three numbers of your ID, and I’ll give you another break. What do you say?” Brush stroking Polly’s left cheek, vibrator running across her right.
The old expression was ‘tickled pink’. Polly Andrews sure was. The flush that had started when Caroline had been tickling her feet now covered her entire body. Milky skinned Dr. Andrews now looked liked she’d spent too much time in the sun.
“HOH HO HOOOHOHOH HOHOHOOOO…UUUuuuUUUUHHHHHHH HOOHOHO OHOHOHHHOHOH HOHOHOHOHOO NAWWOWOWOWOWO GRRRHRHR HHOHOHOHOHO UUUHUHUHUHU!!!!” Polly didn’t even hear what Caroline had to say. Her body was on fire!
Polly was forced to moan in the middle of her laughing, ecstasy mixed with hysteria again. Caroline was back to her old trick of sliding the vibrator over Polly’s womanhood again. Her arms had lifted off the table at the first wave of pleasure. Had Dr. Lee seen, it would have been disaster. At the same time, the brush never stopped stroking.
But she didn’t. “God, I love to hear you moan,” Caroline said, consumed by her torment of Polly. She now began flicking the brush up and down Polly’s butt crack.
It should have been impossible for Polly to laugh louder. Somehow she did. Her cries became pure agony. Worse, Polly knew she’d have to move soon. She couldn’t lie there and feel that!
“HAHA AHAHAHA AHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAHA HHAHH HHHAAAHAHHAHA AHAH AHHHAHA AAAAAAHHAHAHHH!!!!” There were no more words. Her brain wasn’t working well enough for words. Tickling was real. The brush was real. All Polly could do was laugh and laugh and laugh.
Polly couldn’t hold her body still for another moment. Her body felt like it was being ripped apart. The bristles kept moving up and down, up and down, barely penetrating that opening. It was maddening. Slowly, she lifted her chest up off the table, taking her weight on her arms. Just like doing a push-up in gym. She would roll to her right, and try somehow to make for the door.
“Just three little numbers, Polly. I still won’t have all 9, but you’ll get a break.” Caroline hadn’t noticed the motion. She was blind to everything except the worlds whitest ass being caressed by her paintbrush. She was deaf to everything except the insane howls of her victim.
Break? This time the word got through Polly’s tickled brain. She dropped back to the table “199 HahahHAHAHAHAHahaHA ahAHAHAHAHAH 199199199199199199 HahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHhahahaHAHAHHHHAAAAAAA!!!” She shouted.
“369-199...it’s a good start,” Caroline said, dropping the brush. Again, she let Polly catch her breath. The end would be here soon she knew. Then she would be the champion.
Caroline could only smile as she watched Polly calm down. Victory was going to be sweet. Now she had her. Caroline would use the vibrator on her again, but this time she wouldn’t finish. Instead, she’d leave Dr. Andrews horny and exhausted. Then the feather would come back out. Caroline would stroke her womanhood, tickling and pleasuring her at the same time.
Polly would need another orgasm. She would need the tickling to end. She’d surrender. What choice would she have?
Polly was still ‘playing dead’. She had to let her body recover, both from the toxin and the wrenching tickling. Soon…soon.
Then Caroline inserted the vibrator again. Polly purred like a kitten. How could her body need it again so soon? But it did. She hugged the buzzing plastic with her thighs, thrust her hips onto it. Gawd it felt good! One stroke…two…three… oh oho hohoh…
Caught up in the ecstasy, Polly slammed her fist down on the steel table. And everything froze.
Caroline realized in that second that the toxin was worn off. All the little signs she’d missed rushed into her brain. She’d better…
But Polly was quicker. She kicked backward, her foot planting itself firmly in Dr. Lee’s stomach. With a woosh, the air left Caroline’s lungs and she staggered back, stunned.
Taking advantage of the moment, Polly sat up on the table, got into a crouching position and leaped at her adversary. Both women fell to the ground, a pile of arms and legs.
Polly’s hands slipped under Caroline’s shirt. Instinctively, they went straight for her underarms. Probing fingers slid just before Caroline clamped her arms down to her sides. Like before, nothing was between Polly’s fingernails and the unbelievably soft skin of her armpits. Now it was Caroline Lee’s turn to wail when those fingers started to wiggle.
“he ehehehe eheheheh no non nono nawwttt he ehehehh eheheh meeeheheheh eehe ehehe nawwwttt heheheh eeeehehehe againnhehe ehehehehehehe…..” Caroline blurted out. One of her hands ended up on Polly’s bare belly, and she plunged her fingers in, tickling the pale flesh.
Now both women were laughing. It was a battle that Polly couldn’t win. Weakened by toxin and tickling, naked as the day she was born, she didn’t have the strength or protection of clothing Caroline did. But she was going to try.
Polly leaned in and started nibbling Caroline’s neck. She remembered how much the blond had loved that in their earlier struggle. Caroline’s tickling subsided as her body tried to deal with the new sensations. She was extremely aroused from torturing Dr. Andrews, and, unlike Dr. Andrews, had not climaxed yet.
Caroline pushed Polly away, using some inner well of strength she didn’t even know she had. Everything was going wrong. So very wrong. But in the corner was the lab coat she had discarded. In the pocket, as an emergency precaution (she was a scientist after all) Dr. Lee had a pair of handcuffs. She lunged for them.
Polly though had watched her eyes and knew what she was going for. She reached out and caught Dr. Lee’s leg, pulling her up short of her goal. Thinking furiously, Polly ripped off Caroline’s shoe and started raking her nails across her sole.
Unfortunately for Caroline, because of her skirt, she was wearing nylons that day. The tickling shot through her leg and made her cry out, stronger laughter bubbling through her.
“he ehehe HEEHE EHEHEHe EH ehe EHEHE eheheh stawwwhahahahahhppppp he ehehehe eheeheheheheheh nawwowowowohehehehe ehehehe ehehehehehhe!!!” Part of Caroline wanted to crumble. The nylons made it easy for Polly’s fingers to glide over her sole at record speeds. If she got to her toes, Caroline knew, she’d be done for.
She kicked and knocked Polly’s hands away. Then she lunged for the handcuffs once more. Caroline managed to pull them out of the lab coat‘s pocket, but Polly grabbed them the next second. The game was now simple. Whoever could gain control of those cuffs and use them would win.
They each held onto the cuffs with one hand and used the other to tickle. Polly’s hand again went to Caroline’s ribs, poking into the hotspots she had found earlier. She knew those ribs! Quickly, Caroline was dissolving into sidesplitting laughter.
Caroline’s hand was on Polly’s breast. They were smaller than Caroline’s but more firm. Caroline danced her fingers over the side and underneath Polly’s left boob, then moved it over to the right.
The women dropped to their knees. They couldn’t drop the cuffs, couldn’t stop tickling. Either would have been willing to stop at this point, to retreat to safety, but neither could. As the tickling threatened to overwhelm them, both Polly and Caroline knew they couldn’t lose this. The winner would not be merciful.
Like Thomas Jefferson said about holding the tiger by the throat…You really don’t want to be grabbing the wild animal, but you also didn’t want to let go.
It was then that the robots came in. With no hesitation, they grabbed both women by the wrists, and pulled them off of each other. The handcuffs fell harmlessly to the floor. Both women struggled for a minute, not realizing what was happening, before giving in to the robots inhuman force.
Then it was over. One robot held Dr Lee by both wrists, another held Dr Andrews the same way. Two more stood motionlessly between them.
“Alright…<gasp>…alright…Multivac…” Polly called out. The tickling and the wrestling had left her as exhausted as she’d ever felt, “Alright. You…<gasp>…stopped us from hurting each other.” It was the First Law of Robotics, and Multivac had to obey it. Mulitvac might not have considered the tickling harmful, but it obviously felt differently about the wrestling.
“Yes,” Caroline as, also out of breath but not to the extent Polly was, “Let us go. We’ll just go back to our separate quarters. This…contest between us is over.” For now, the blond added silently. She still planned on her revenge.
“I’m sorry Dr. Lee, Dr. Andrews,” Mulivac said, its mechanical voice sounding more human than ever. “Nothing is over. I think you’ll find the tickling is just begun.”
Caroline and Polly could only stare at each other in uncomprehending horror.
