Postapocalyptickling Ch 04 Academy

This story contains nonconsensual elements.

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Jessie thought she was dead at first. She had opened her eyes and was blinded by an enormous amount of light. Blinking it away she began to piece together what had occurred over the past hours and where she was now. The attack, fleeing out the back of the hamlet, running with a couple others, and then deciding to take shelter in a ruined but shiny building. Something definitely happened while they were in there, but before all of her memories came back terror began to sink in.

She was nude and immobilized. Jessie looked around and realized she was lying down in some kind of tube. Glass covered the front of it and she could see the lights that blinded her in what she assumed was the ceiling. Her hands were next to her head and held down by metal clamps with more of them on her arms, legs, waist, just about everywhere on her body.

Something electronic crackled next to Jessie's head. It cleared up and the sound of footsteps came through what she assumed was a speaker. The sounds stopped the moment a figure appeared over her tube. It was a woman in a surprisingly clean uniform, holding a piece of technology of some kind in her hand.

The woman tapped at the board and more sounds came from Jessie's tube. As they continued Jessie could hear the woman's voice say some things, but probably not to her directly. "This is Dr. Silver, I'm about to begin preliminary procedures on captured wasteland peasant number three. The woman is of average build, bronze skinned, mid-length brunette-"

"Who are you!? What's going on here?!" Jessie shouted at this supposed doctor.

The woman continued describing her, but at the end noted, "Subject is awake and vocalizing distress, as to be expected due to responses of other captured subjects." Jessie continued to shout questions, but the doctor ignored her and focused on tapping on the board. "Beginning preliminary analysis of Subject's nervous system."

Fear struck Jessie as she heard the words. Whatever that entailed must be horrendous. Doc Jacob back home had teached the basics of anatomy, and the nervous system was responsible for everything a person felt. Would it be hot stings? Electrocution? Something worse?

She was perplexed when some kind of mechanical appendage appeared out the side of the tube. It was long, thin, and ended in some kind of circular brush, sort of like the old-world one the woman had used back home for her hair. Before Jessie could think on what it could do to her the brush started to spin and shot towards her abdomen.

The brush pressed its spinning end down over her navel. Jessie's confusion was soon erased by her sudden laughter as she strained against her bindings to escape the brush. There were too many clamps however, leaving the brush to continue its testing as it moved from her belly button to her sides, sweeping up and down her ribs for several minutes. It seemed to stop at every sensitive spot on her torso before it finally halted.

"Abdominal testing complete. Beginning testing on axilla regions."

Jessie soon learned that axilla meant underarms. A new brush appeared from the tube. It was spherical and also covered in bristles. Before she had a chance to beg for mercy the brush forced itself into her armpit and began to spin. More frantic laughter came from the woman's mouth as the machine tickled her. It soon switched to her other armpit, ignoring the woman's futile protests which soon turned into more laughter.

"Axilla testing complete. Beginning testing on Subject's feet."

"N-No! Not there!" Jessie once again began to struggle as two more circular brushes appeared by her feet. It was her most sensitive area, but perhaps if it was just as short as the other 'analyses' she could endure it and this would all be over. That didn't stop her frenzied laughter as the spinning brushes pressed into the soles of her feet.

Her foot tormenting lasted longer than the others. The brushes did stop after a time, but more sounds from the tube indicated Jessie's testing was not yet over. She peeked her head to see several spherical brushes, like the ones before but tinier, appear. Before she could grimly guess what they were for they started to tickle in between her toes. Jessie flailed as much as the clamps would allow as the machine focused on her worst spot.

It finally came to an end. Jessie gasped as the brushes retreated. She stared out of her tube and saw Dr. Silver staring directly into her eyes with a smile on her face. Would this finally end?

"Preliminary analyses complete. Subject has proven to have a sensitive nervous system that would suit well to our studies. Beginning primary test one." The woman tapped on her board again and brush arms again appeared out of the tube and started to once more take positions across Jessie's body.

"Please don't do this! It's too much!" Jessie begged, but Dr. Silver's only reply was a silent and excited grin. "I'll do anything! Work! Fuck! Anythinhahahahaha!"

All of the brushes pressed down at once and every ticklish area on Jessie's body was under attack by the torturous machine. Circular brushes rotated around her stomach as well as up and down her sides. Two spherical brushes were jabbed into her underarms and stayed there. Both kinds of brushes focused on her poor sensitive feet.

Laughter wouldn't even define what was coming out of the woman's mouth. It was shrieking mixed with crazed laughter, gasps for air, and more begging. This test was lasting far longer than the ones before and Jessie felt like her mind was going crazy from the overstimulation.

The captive woman glimpsed the researcher from quick glances when she focused all her strength. The woman was seated now to the side of the tube, apparently enjoying the performance going on in front of her. Jessie thought she could also see Dr. Silver repeatedly rub her legs together. Could this woman actually enjoy Jessie's tickling that much?

The minutes stretched on into hours, though Jessie couldn't really tell the passage of time too well due to all the tickling. It seemed to last forever. Finally the brushes stopped. With a small beep they retracted into the machine. The tormented woman breathed in short, ragged breaths while shivering. Even after they stopped Jessie still thought she could feel the brushes gliding over her body.

"Primary test one has been a success. Data recorded appears to be quite useful towards benefiting out studies. Dr. Silver is now preparing to do the brief required interview with the subject before inducing a restful state to prepare for further primary tests."

Further primary tests?! Jessie couldn't even comprehend going through all the tickling again. What could this doctor possibly have more to study?!

As if reading her mind the researcher spoke again with an answer. Once again staring directly into Jessie's eyes Dr. Silver said, "Testing schedule has been generated. Studies on the subject's nervous system will include other parameters in addition to regular stimulation. Data indicates the next test should include stimulation combined with repeated sexual climaxes." The woman finished the sentence with another excited grin.

Jessie shuddered. Tickling and orgasms? Her sensitive body might go ballistic with all that happening at once! Another terrible question entered her mind, what would be used to bring her to orgasm? The same brushes as before? The thought of those soft tickling bristles on her clit... It was the worst nightmare Jessie could imagine.

Dr. Silver continued while tapping on her board, "Test three will be stimulation until loss of bladder control. Four, stimulation until loss of consciousness. Five, stimulation..."

Jessie's stopped listening. Maybe she could convince the doctor to let her go during that interview she mentioned? Maybe she could overpower the woman and run to find the others she was with before she was captured? They had to be here too, right?

The tube hissed and beeped, causing Jessie to jump slightly. It had opened and Dr. Silver kneeled to the side of it, her board in one hand and something else in the other. Before Jessie could see what it was the researcher's hand darted forward and placed the thing in her navel.

"I am now beginning the face to face interview with captured wasteland peasant number three. Safeguard has been activated. I will now indicate the safeguard to the Subject."

The woman tapped the board and a sudden tickling sensation exploded over Jessie's stomach, causing her to let out weak but surprised giggles. The clamps holding her soon released, but Jessie knew that trying to escape would only lead to more tickling. And so the interview started.