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"LAB RATS" By Slave-ish Lorraine.
Dr. Helena Fax was an atractive, middle aged woman. She was Head professor
at a lab that stodied bavioral science. Her budget was huge, her funding
coming from the Government, whom she secretly thought used her research to
evil ends.
As she was...
Dr. Fax had a gas that would render any voctim helplessly wracked with
laughter. The gas worked directly on the pleaure centers of the brain, but
selectivly on the "tickle" receptors. Thus, the victim will laugh his or her
lungs out, and still be horrified beyond words at the inability to stop.
Or so she thought. The tests on the primates went well, but she need
actual, living specimens for the final test...and if they are you and pretty,
then all the better.
The three girls were all chosen from the response Dr. Fax got in her "help
wanted" ad, placed in a nearby town under a false name. The rented officed
worked well, and each girl was shot with a tranquilizor dart (stolen from the
animal lab) and then boxed up for easy travel.
Today was the big day. Each of the girls would be waking up soon. Each
was placed in a situation of extreme peril, involing extreme tickling with a
life and death scenario....or so it seemed. The girls were in fact perfectly
safe, but there was no need for the lab rats to know that, now was there?
Dr. fax sat at her desk, her video monitors filming the three captives in
the large room from every angle.
SUBJECT A: A pretty, thing girl named Samantha. She was tied to a
guillotine, the rope clinched in her mouth led to the heavy blade above. She
she laugh, she would sever her own head.
SUBJECT B: Another thin white girl, with blue eyes and an atheletic build:
Kimberly. She was tied to a chair, with her head encased in what looked like
a large fishbowl. It was filled with water, and a small straw led from her
mouth to just above the water line. She she laugh...
SUBJECTC:A black girl named Noelle. She was in a hog-tie. Propped up on
the floor facing her was a loaded shotgun, and the small twine clinched in
her teeth led to the trigger, with a weight on the line. If her mouth
opened...
Dr. Fax turned a valve, and a green mist filtered into the room. Each of
the girls started to panic when they saw it, expecting to cough and choke.
Nothing of the kind happened, of course. the gas was tailor made to be
inhailed. The projected dose was administered, and Dr. Fax waited. Time
passed, and the filtered had drawn most of the gas out of the room. The girls
would now be affceted. It was time to see to what degree.
Dr. fax entered the large, well lit room. All three girls started at
her-the black girl and the trim white girl with anger, the thin white girl
with fear. They did not yet know how hypersensative the nerve endings would
be by now...Dr. Fax pulled up a stool and sat with samantha. she was thin as
a birb, petire, wearing a tight black minisjirt and tan hose with low heeled
shoes. Dr. Fax smiled and brush her hair from her eyes, and the poor girl
gave a "ungle! Mmmph!" og begging, all wide eyes and fear. Dr. Fax smiled and
gave her a kiss on the forhead. then moved the stool down to her feet. She
then remembered, got up, and went to Subject B. She smiled and tapped the
water filled globe, and the girls eyes inside went wide. Wispy blond hair
bollowed there, and she could sense the girls fear now. Sje covered the globe
with a balck cloth, blinding her. Then to subject C. Another black cloth
thrown over her would stop her from seeing anything. Perfect.
Back to Samantha. dr fax sat at her feet, and stroked her legs. the girl
knew what wa comiong, she had to-she started wiggling her feet and mumbling
through her gag. Dr. Fax smiled and removed her shoes. Samanthas feet were
small, and she could just see her toes through the dark hose. She wiggled her
fingers on the bottoms of both feet and was amazed at the reaction! Samantha
SCREAMED with laughter! Dr. Fax grabbed the rope before the blade fell, and
looked down at the horrified girl.
"W-what happened?" she asked.
"Ticklish, arent we?" ask Fax, and grinned like a shark. Then the girl
knew what had happened to her.
"No, NO! Please, God, no,, dont-glumpgh!" The rope was thrust back into
her mouth, and she clamped down on it hard. Then Dr Fax went back to her
feet, whoch wiggled now terribly.The girl knew that she was in trouble...
Minutes passed. Samanths hair was now matted with sweat, her eyes tearing.
Her teeth bot down into the rope as she laughed and cackled! Her fingers
twitched and her feet tried to find freedom from Dr Faxs fingers, but it was
no use...it went on and on. Fax would let her breath, and tickled, let her
breath, and tickle, then tickle tickle tickle! Poor Samantha tried to talk,
reason with this woman, but it was all she could do to breath...she as coming
closer and closer to her breaking point!
And then she did! She couldnt take it anymore! She opened her mouth and
cried out a joyful "HA HA HA HA HA" The blade fell...and stopped exactly 2
inched from her neck, exactly where Dr. fax placed the stop guard. The girl
was never in real danger, after all!
She was quickly gagged and untied but for her hands and taken from the
room to a holding cell. Then the guillotine was splattered with blood (animal
blood, again stolen from the animal lab blood banks).
When the other two saw what was left behind, they would assume that
Subject A had been tickled to death, and that they were in the same peril!
TO BE CONTINUED.
Subject B threashed her head, spat water, and let out a loud gleefull
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! NO HO HO HO HA HAHAHAHA!!!" Dr. Fax tickled her, and
laughed and laughed. Finally she closed the doors to the globe, and much to
the girls horror, started to refill the globe with water! Dr. Fax replaced
the straw in her mouth as the water went up and over her face, an once again
the globe was filled to capacity.
Dr. Fax smiled, and held up a gas mask! MMore tickle gas, she wondered???
The mask encased the end of the strw, and she tasted the gas as it went down
her throat! Sge started to giggled against her will! Too much!
Fax stapped back and cocvered the globe with th cloth again, smiling at
the twitching limbs that remained visible.
Time for Subject C. She was in a hogtie, the end ofma cord in her teeth,
the other tied to the trigger of a powerful shotgun. Should she let the cord
go, BLAM!
Dr. Fax sat at the girls side, made herself comfortable, and removed the
black cloth. The poor girls eyes were wide, and tears were running down her
pretty face.
"Felling ticklish?" Fax asked.
"Arrrrrrrrrrrgh! gno!" screame the girl. Fax laughed, and reached over and
removed the girls shows. Her feet were small, and she wore light pantyhose.
Fax got a thrill in her labia as she saw the helpless girl actually criss
crossing her feet, trying to hide them from her fingers.
Which was pointless, of course. Fax started tickling, and the girl started
to struggle. Minutes passed. The girl was drooling now, eyues either sghut
tight with tears or wide open with joy as the tickle sensation went into her
poor feet. The gas that she had been subjected to made not laughing
impossible...and she knew that all it would take was just a second of not
keeping her pretty white teeth together for the gun to go off!
Dr. Fax had no pretebnse of teasing now. There was no pause fpr breath, no
mercy. She was like a female shark, relentless in her tickling. The girl
begged, pleaded, scaremd, convulsed, wiggled...the tears and laughter never
stopping. Finally she opened her mouth; HEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEEEEEEE! The cord
fell, the weight snapped the trigger and she heard a "click".
The gun, of course, was not loaded.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!
I-HAhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!
"
Fax was tickling her again, and the gas made her vulnerable. She would
not, could not, stop. Finally she passed out from lack of oxygen.
The gas, Dr. fax noted, was a success!
But of course, there would have to be further test...
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