“Turning the Tables - A Tickle/Tease Study Gone Wrong”
Inspired by some conversations on here, I was looking for more stories that were "up my alley" in terms of my genital tickling and sexual tease/denial kinks. Thought I'd put this out there in case anyone else is interested 😉
This story was inspired by an animated short one of my TMF friends sent me 😉. The video involves female erotic/sexual tickling and teasing. The woman is trapped in a machine that deviously torments her, with a drug being injected to heighten her arousal (and in my story, prevent orgasm). Two scientists - a man and woman - are in charge of her torment. But the man won’t let his female colleague watch and chastises her for being aroused at the experiments. The video ends very darkly, so I thought I’d put my own spin on the ending, inspired by the advice of a friend of mine on the Tickling Media Forum. (Anyone who is inspired to provide artwork is welcome! 😉 LOL).
FYI: This story involves explicit male and female genital tickling (among other tickling) and orgasm denial/teasing.
If you’d like to see the video that inspired it all - it was created by an artist who goes by the name “BaronStrap” and the link is below:
https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/754746
My video starts before the dark ending hehe..enjoy 😉
CHAPTER 1: A RUDE AWAKENING
Waking up, Dr. Nate Brody was groggy and confused. He had just been in the middle of a research experiment when the lights went out - his lights. Trying to figure out what had happened, he opened his eyes, which fell upon the helpless victim he had been tormenting with his female lab partner, Dr. Marie Norton.
“What…” he began, trying to move and quickly realizing he couldn’t. He was only a few feet from their victim, who was currently passed out. He could scent her arousal, see her quivering flesh that trembled even as she slept. He couldn’t help but get hard at the sight of her. As the cold air chilled his erection and the rest of his naked flesh, he became panicked. Every part of him was exposed and vulnerable. His mind cleared and his situation became more evident.
“Hey! Hey! What the hell is going on?!” he shouted, pulling at his restraints. He knew this device all too well. It was the male equivalent of the box the woman was attached to, that was tickling and teasing her out of her mind, so much so that she had passed out again.
He heard footsteps, then saw his colleague approaching.
“Marie...what … what happened? Let me out of here…”
“Well, well, well,” Marie began, her arms crossed in front of her. “What have we here?”
“Stop fucking around and let me loose, damn it!” he said more forcefully, beginning to sweat. He could see in her eyes she had something to do with this.
“Just thought you’d like to experience our work first hand,” she replied with smirk, running one finger tip down his chest.
Realizing his helpless state, his eyes softened, beginning to plead with her.
“Look, Marie, I’m sorry about my remarks earlier. You can watch our subject if you want, I just wanted to make sure we were focused to get the correct results and-”
“Shhh,” she whispered, placing a finger over his lips. “I know what you thought, Nate. ‘My female colleague can’t control her hormones. Women!’”
He was about to protest when he saw her finger hover above the portable control panel she had brought over.
“Ah ah,” she warned. “With just my one little finger I can send you into excruciating torment that would make what we’re doing with our female subject look like a walk in the park.”
“Please, Marie, be reasonable,” he begged, his voice cracking.
“I am,” she said firmly. “We need male test results as well. What better way to get them then by testing someone who’s already aware of what our system does?”
“You can’t be serious,” he gasped, struggling in the restraints, noting his naked, helpless state.
“Oh, but I am,” she smiled. “And don’t tell me our test subject didn’t turn you on as well. Your erection was clearly outlined inside your pants as you dared to reprimand me for enjoying it too much.”
“No, Marie, please-”
“Enough,” she growled, pressing against his restrained body, her tight uniform outlining all her finest features. “I can’t wait to hear you beg and lose your mind the moment those drugs hit your system, your cock springing more erect than you’ve ever known. Your terror and desperation becoming worse, as you know what will happen, you know what the drugs coursing through your veins would do as you endure the constant tickling and teasing - you know there would be no hope for release.”
“Marie, NO, oh god, NO!” he whimpered, his body trembling under the light touch of her fingertip, which was tracing circles around his sensitive nipples.
“And I’m going to make you watch HER while you go through it - because I KNOW it arouses you to see her like that - to watch a helpless woman experience the same excruciating torment, and all while you were going through it at the same time.”
Walking to the mainframe, she picked up a set of ear pods and put them in, then picked up another set and put them into her partner’s ears.
“Testing one, two, three,” she teased, and he could hear her even more clearly. She picked up another pair and inserted them in the ears of the passed out woman. “You’ll be able to hear both of us in stereo - surround sound, Nate, isn’t that wonderful?”
“Let me go,” he whimpered, knowing the audio teasing would be almost as bad as the physical torture for him.
“I think we should wake up our sleeping beauty, don’t you, Nate?”
With that, she returned to the control panel and pressed a button, the needle inside the machine releasing an injection that made the woman gasp wide-eyed as she awoke.
“Oh god...ohhhhhh who are you? Please not again!” the woman cried, her body already trembling. Marie ignored her pleading, instead whispering to Nate, knowing he could hear her through his ear pods.
"Just look at her, all helpless...trapped for hours in the machine's devious grip.."
The machine positioned itself over Nate, who was becoming increasingly aroused by the sound of the woman begging and the site of her struggling. He could smell her arousal even more, watching her squirming and hearing her deafening begging through the headphones at the same time. He knew his (former) partner's sexual kinks - he always thought she enjoyed the work too much. And he knew from their prior experiments how much she enjoyed inflicting torture even more on men...he knew what he was in for...
Marie pressed a button and the cycle began on the woman. A second dose of drugs were injected into her system and Nate knew all too well what they would do to her. Through the ear pods he heard her gasp and begin to plead as the suction tubes again brought her nipples to impossible hardness and expansion, making them incredibly vulnerable to the light teasing they had been inflicting for the past 12 hours. Then the tendrils released, and the real torture began.
"Quite a lovely sight, isn't she," the female scientist winked at him, seeing he was beginning to squirm. "You know, you pretend you don't like this, you pretend like I'm some out of control female that lets her lust drive her actions - but look at you, Nate. You're already hard just watching you. You're a big phony - and I won't let you make me feel bad about enjoying our work anymore. As a matter of fact, I can't wait to see how you respond...interesting isn't it? Becoming the test subject, know every little thing that will happen to you."
Her voice ran in his ears as he watched the machine heat up, focusing attention on her overstimulated and terribly sensitive clitoris.
"My favorite part," the scientist whispered as she pressed another button, increasing the suction. The woman pleaded with her.
"Oh god, no! No! Not again! It's too sensitive!"
Marie grinned as she watched the tendrils release and begin to softly tickle and tease the engorged nub. Marie began to remove her lab coat and uniform, unclasping her bra to reveal her milky mounds, her pert nipples hardened and aroused. Making her way over to Nate, she slipped off her underwear and Nate could smell her arousal as she now stood completely naked, her as and breasts giggling and driving up his arousal. Bringing her panties up to his face, she tickled his belly lightly, making him inhale deeply. Then she continued her commentary.
"Just think of it, Nate...Thousands upon thousands of nerve endings all being stimulated right to the brink of pleasure just by teasing and tickling that little nub," she whispered.
The trapped woman squirmed, begging - terribly aroused and desperately wanting release - not just from the torture, but from the trapped pleasure she was experiencing. Those almost silky tendrils pleasured her nubbin in ways she'd never felt before. Every stroke across the sides and tip sent jolts of erotic pleasure through her system.
"Please! It...ahhhhahhh...it...t-tickles! It’s not enough! I need...Please! I need to....ohhhhhh"
She bucked and moaned as the tendrils moved faster. "PLEASE...OH GOD...WHY??...WHY ARE YOU T-TORTURING ME?! W-WHY WON'T YOU...LET ME CUM!!!"
Marie laughed, looking at her former partner.
"Look at them go - I think we've quite perfected it, don't you? The way we've been able to make the clitoris grow to almost a tiny cock - making it so vulnerable to these ticklish delights."
"Marie," Nate rasped, his cock flexing and dripping precum as his body shuddered at the site and sound of the tortured woman. "Marie, let me go. We can work it out." She ignored him, continuing to tease him with her words.
"Do you see her clit bulging inside the little torturous tube, Nate? And you know exactly what kind of tendrils are tickling that helpless bundle of nerves...those soft, silicon tickling tendrils scraping over her clit, giving her only the lightest touch, then moving faster and faster, until she's convinced she'll cum..."
“Let me go,” Nate implored, trembling.
"But we both know she won't,” Marie continued. “That's the whole point of this, right Nate? To explore and perfect interrogation techniques without leaving a mark on the person. I bet she would do anything to make that tickling and teasing stop - to have just the slightest trickle of orgasmic pleasure ripple through her pussy."
"Stop it!" Nate cried, trying to maintain composure but failing miserably. Her words were making the ache in his cock work. His nipples were erect, and his skin felt hyper sensitive.
“Tickle tickle tickle,” she whispered, running her nails up and down his chest and stomach, flicking his overly sensitive nipples, teasing tickling them over and over until he began to whimper and beg.
"Ahaha...Let me go. Ahaha...Let me go right now," Nate growled more urgently, squirming as Marie ran her nails up and down his ticklish chest and stomach.
“Tickle tickle tickle that ticklish soft flesh of yours...I know it turns you on.”
“Stop it, please!” he begged as her nails continued to run over his hardened nubs. Flick Flick Flick.
“Tickle tickle,” she whispered, lightly running her fingers over his belly before finally stopping and moving back to the controls. Then he saw her reach toward the other panel.
"Oh no...please no...don't do that...Marie, please, think about this..."
She just smiled and pressed a button. The tubes descended from the machine - two latching on to his nipples - the third a much larger tube that suctioned just the head of his cock for the moment.
"Oh god, NO!" he screamed.
"But I haven't even done anything yet," she smirked, watching his body break out into a sweat.
"You won't get away with this," he rasped through gritted teeth.
"Oh but I will," she smiled. "You see, I've been authorized. It seems a number of women in our facility are tired of your "slut shaming" attitude and it's been decided you need to learn a lesson about how to treat women in the workplace, Nate. So...here it is..."
He looked at her with pleading eyes, his mouth agape in disbelief. Overhead, there was an observation level to the lab, which had previously been covered. He watched as the metal shield pulled away to reveal several of his female coworkers (and a few male ones) watching intently, peering down onto the lab below.
"PLEASE! DON'T LET HER DO THIS!" he implored to his colleagues, but they only stared at him, some beginning to remove their lab coats and clothing as they prepared to watch the scene unfold.
“Seems you were wrong about the peep show, Nate,” Marie smirked.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Inspired by some conversations on here, I was looking for more stories that were "up my alley" in terms of my genital tickling and sexual tease/denial kinks. Thought I'd put this out there in case anyone else is interested 😉
This story was inspired by an animated short one of my TMF friends sent me 😉. The video involves female erotic/sexual tickling and teasing. The woman is trapped in a machine that deviously torments her, with a drug being injected to heighten her arousal (and in my story, prevent orgasm). Two scientists - a man and woman - are in charge of her torment. But the man won’t let his female colleague watch and chastises her for being aroused at the experiments. The video ends very darkly, so I thought I’d put my own spin on the ending, inspired by the advice of a friend of mine on the Tickling Media Forum. (Anyone who is inspired to provide artwork is welcome! 😉 LOL).
FYI: This story involves explicit male and female genital tickling (among other tickling) and orgasm denial/teasing.
If you’d like to see the video that inspired it all - it was created by an artist who goes by the name “BaronStrap” and the link is below:
https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/754746
My video starts before the dark ending hehe..enjoy 😉
CHAPTER 1: A RUDE AWAKENING
Waking up, Dr. Nate Brody was groggy and confused. He had just been in the middle of a research experiment when the lights went out - his lights. Trying to figure out what had happened, he opened his eyes, which fell upon the helpless victim he had been tormenting with his female lab partner, Dr. Marie Norton.
“What…” he began, trying to move and quickly realizing he couldn’t. He was only a few feet from their victim, who was currently passed out. He could scent her arousal, see her quivering flesh that trembled even as she slept. He couldn’t help but get hard at the sight of her. As the cold air chilled his erection and the rest of his naked flesh, he became panicked. Every part of him was exposed and vulnerable. His mind cleared and his situation became more evident.
“Hey! Hey! What the hell is going on?!” he shouted, pulling at his restraints. He knew this device all too well. It was the male equivalent of the box the woman was attached to, that was tickling and teasing her out of her mind, so much so that she had passed out again.
He heard footsteps, then saw his colleague approaching.
“Marie...what … what happened? Let me out of here…”
“Well, well, well,” Marie began, her arms crossed in front of her. “What have we here?”
“Stop fucking around and let me loose, damn it!” he said more forcefully, beginning to sweat. He could see in her eyes she had something to do with this.
“Just thought you’d like to experience our work first hand,” she replied with smirk, running one finger tip down his chest.
Realizing his helpless state, his eyes softened, beginning to plead with her.
“Look, Marie, I’m sorry about my remarks earlier. You can watch our subject if you want, I just wanted to make sure we were focused to get the correct results and-”
“Shhh,” she whispered, placing a finger over his lips. “I know what you thought, Nate. ‘My female colleague can’t control her hormones. Women!’”
He was about to protest when he saw her finger hover above the portable control panel she had brought over.
“Ah ah,” she warned. “With just my one little finger I can send you into excruciating torment that would make what we’re doing with our female subject look like a walk in the park.”
“Please, Marie, be reasonable,” he begged, his voice cracking.
“I am,” she said firmly. “We need male test results as well. What better way to get them then by testing someone who’s already aware of what our system does?”
“You can’t be serious,” he gasped, struggling in the restraints, noting his naked, helpless state.
“Oh, but I am,” she smiled. “And don’t tell me our test subject didn’t turn you on as well. Your erection was clearly outlined inside your pants as you dared to reprimand me for enjoying it too much.”
“No, Marie, please-”
“Enough,” she growled, pressing against his restrained body, her tight uniform outlining all her finest features. “I can’t wait to hear you beg and lose your mind the moment those drugs hit your system, your cock springing more erect than you’ve ever known. Your terror and desperation becoming worse, as you know what will happen, you know what the drugs coursing through your veins would do as you endure the constant tickling and teasing - you know there would be no hope for release.”
“Marie, NO, oh god, NO!” he whimpered, his body trembling under the light touch of her fingertip, which was tracing circles around his sensitive nipples.
“And I’m going to make you watch HER while you go through it - because I KNOW it arouses you to see her like that - to watch a helpless woman experience the same excruciating torment, and all while you were going through it at the same time.”
Walking to the mainframe, she picked up a set of ear pods and put them in, then picked up another set and put them into her partner’s ears.
“Testing one, two, three,” she teased, and he could hear her even more clearly. She picked up another pair and inserted them in the ears of the passed out woman. “You’ll be able to hear both of us in stereo - surround sound, Nate, isn’t that wonderful?”
“Let me go,” he whimpered, knowing the audio teasing would be almost as bad as the physical torture for him.
“I think we should wake up our sleeping beauty, don’t you, Nate?”
With that, she returned to the control panel and pressed a button, the needle inside the machine releasing an injection that made the woman gasp wide-eyed as she awoke.
“Oh god...ohhhhhh who are you? Please not again!” the woman cried, her body already trembling. Marie ignored her pleading, instead whispering to Nate, knowing he could hear her through his ear pods.
"Just look at her, all helpless...trapped for hours in the machine's devious grip.."
The machine positioned itself over Nate, who was becoming increasingly aroused by the sound of the woman begging and the site of her struggling. He could smell her arousal even more, watching her squirming and hearing her deafening begging through the headphones at the same time. He knew his (former) partner's sexual kinks - he always thought she enjoyed the work too much. And he knew from their prior experiments how much she enjoyed inflicting torture even more on men...he knew what he was in for...
Marie pressed a button and the cycle began on the woman. A second dose of drugs were injected into her system and Nate knew all too well what they would do to her. Through the ear pods he heard her gasp and begin to plead as the suction tubes again brought her nipples to impossible hardness and expansion, making them incredibly vulnerable to the light teasing they had been inflicting for the past 12 hours. Then the tendrils released, and the real torture began.
"Quite a lovely sight, isn't she," the female scientist winked at him, seeing he was beginning to squirm. "You know, you pretend you don't like this, you pretend like I'm some out of control female that lets her lust drive her actions - but look at you, Nate. You're already hard just watching you. You're a big phony - and I won't let you make me feel bad about enjoying our work anymore. As a matter of fact, I can't wait to see how you respond...interesting isn't it? Becoming the test subject, know every little thing that will happen to you."
Her voice ran in his ears as he watched the machine heat up, focusing attention on her overstimulated and terribly sensitive clitoris.
"My favorite part," the scientist whispered as she pressed another button, increasing the suction. The woman pleaded with her.
"Oh god, no! No! Not again! It's too sensitive!"
Marie grinned as she watched the tendrils release and begin to softly tickle and tease the engorged nub. Marie began to remove her lab coat and uniform, unclasping her bra to reveal her milky mounds, her pert nipples hardened and aroused. Making her way over to Nate, she slipped off her underwear and Nate could smell her arousal as she now stood completely naked, her as and breasts giggling and driving up his arousal. Bringing her panties up to his face, she tickled his belly lightly, making him inhale deeply. Then she continued her commentary.
"Just think of it, Nate...Thousands upon thousands of nerve endings all being stimulated right to the brink of pleasure just by teasing and tickling that little nub," she whispered.
The trapped woman squirmed, begging - terribly aroused and desperately wanting release - not just from the torture, but from the trapped pleasure she was experiencing. Those almost silky tendrils pleasured her nubbin in ways she'd never felt before. Every stroke across the sides and tip sent jolts of erotic pleasure through her system.
"Please! It...ahhhhahhh...it...t-tickles! It’s not enough! I need...Please! I need to....ohhhhhh"
She bucked and moaned as the tendrils moved faster. "PLEASE...OH GOD...WHY??...WHY ARE YOU T-TORTURING ME?! W-WHY WON'T YOU...LET ME CUM!!!"
Marie laughed, looking at her former partner.
"Look at them go - I think we've quite perfected it, don't you? The way we've been able to make the clitoris grow to almost a tiny cock - making it so vulnerable to these ticklish delights."
"Marie," Nate rasped, his cock flexing and dripping precum as his body shuddered at the site and sound of the tortured woman. "Marie, let me go. We can work it out." She ignored him, continuing to tease him with her words.
"Do you see her clit bulging inside the little torturous tube, Nate? And you know exactly what kind of tendrils are tickling that helpless bundle of nerves...those soft, silicon tickling tendrils scraping over her clit, giving her only the lightest touch, then moving faster and faster, until she's convinced she'll cum..."
“Let me go,” Nate implored, trembling.
"But we both know she won't,” Marie continued. “That's the whole point of this, right Nate? To explore and perfect interrogation techniques without leaving a mark on the person. I bet she would do anything to make that tickling and teasing stop - to have just the slightest trickle of orgasmic pleasure ripple through her pussy."
"Stop it!" Nate cried, trying to maintain composure but failing miserably. Her words were making the ache in his cock work. His nipples were erect, and his skin felt hyper sensitive.
“Tickle tickle tickle,” she whispered, running her nails up and down his chest and stomach, flicking his overly sensitive nipples, teasing tickling them over and over until he began to whimper and beg.
"Ahaha...Let me go. Ahaha...Let me go right now," Nate growled more urgently, squirming as Marie ran her nails up and down his ticklish chest and stomach.
“Tickle tickle tickle that ticklish soft flesh of yours...I know it turns you on.”
“Stop it, please!” he begged as her nails continued to run over his hardened nubs. Flick Flick Flick.
“Tickle tickle,” she whispered, lightly running her fingers over his belly before finally stopping and moving back to the controls. Then he saw her reach toward the other panel.
"Oh no...please no...don't do that...Marie, please, think about this..."
She just smiled and pressed a button. The tubes descended from the machine - two latching on to his nipples - the third a much larger tube that suctioned just the head of his cock for the moment.
"Oh god, NO!" he screamed.
"But I haven't even done anything yet," she smirked, watching his body break out into a sweat.
"You won't get away with this," he rasped through gritted teeth.
"Oh but I will," she smiled. "You see, I've been authorized. It seems a number of women in our facility are tired of your "slut shaming" attitude and it's been decided you need to learn a lesson about how to treat women in the workplace, Nate. So...here it is..."
He looked at her with pleading eyes, his mouth agape in disbelief. Overhead, there was an observation level to the lab, which had previously been covered. He watched as the metal shield pulled away to reveal several of his female coworkers (and a few male ones) watching intently, peering down onto the lab below.
"PLEASE! DON'T LET HER DO THIS!" he implored to his colleagues, but they only stared at him, some beginning to remove their lab coats and clothing as they prepared to watch the scene unfold.
“Seems you were wrong about the peep show, Nate,” Marie smirked.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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