Part Four
Sunday, August 3, 2003
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Harold was awakened at 8am by Beverly and Becky. They untied him from the bed, but left him in his straightjacket, and placed him on the floor. They put a chair over him, so that he would be ready to lick his breakfast from Karen's soles. She came in, barefoot, carrying a bowl of hot oatmeal.
"I do recall how much you hate oatmeal, Harry, so I made a great big bowl for you. I'm going to keep spreading it, and you're going to keep licking it. You can expect oatmeal for your breakfast every day, dear."
She sat down, and used a spoon to spread the hot cereal on her left foot. She put it in place, and he licked and licked. She switched feet whenever he had cleaned off one sole. She ordered him to lick faster, noting that he had better be done with the whole bowl in half an hour, or face a visit to the punishment room.
Harry slurped it down as fast as he could, and met the deadline.
"Get him cleaned up, let him drink water, and put him into the rack," she said, as she left his bedroom.
Barbara came in to help, and the three of them got him out of his bondage and into the shower. He was surprised that they didn't put on a clean diaper afterwards; just the four cuffs.
They carried him into the extreme tickling room, and attached him to the rack securely. They stretched him taut, and tied his toes back. Karen and Sarah came in, and Sarah ordered him to swallow a pill.
"That's Viagra," said Karen. "Today, besides being tickled senseless, you're going to be kept in a constant state of excitement, without ever having a climax. Isn't that amusing?"
Harold wisely recognized that no answer was expected. Alice and Cathy entered the room, and they picked up forks, and took places at his feet. Barbara sat by his left ribs and armpit, and Beverly by his right. Becky went to his collarbones. Sarah, armed with a soft paintbrush, was ready to work on his ears and neck. Karen picked up a basting brush, and held it up in front of his eyes.
"I'm going to stand right by your private parts. Every time you seem to be lagging, I'll stroke you with this, until you're fully erect. Every time you're fully erect, I'll just taunt you that you aren't going to get any satisfaction. OK, it's just 9am. He gets a full three hour session. Let's get going."
The Viagra had begun to do its job, and he was about 3/4 erect. As the others all began to tickle him, Karen stroked his penis softly with the basting brush.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle," said Becky, "all over again, today, Harry-poo. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And we've only begun. Look at you thrash! Tickle, tickle, tickle. And it's so nice to hear your laughter, it's better when you're not gagged. Tickle, tickle, tickle, and then tickle even more. That's what's on today's agenda, Harry-poo."
"Poor baby," said Karen, as she stopped stroking him, "it's as big as it ever gets now. Just under six inches, about average, I suppose. All erect, straight up in the air, with nowhere to go. Nowhere at all, not even into your own hand. Oh, no, Harry, baby, you're going to be quite frustrated indeed."
The women all laughed at him, and continued to tickle him with relish.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle," said Becky, "that's what you're in for, Harry-poo. All morning long. Oh yes, tickle, tickle, tickle it will be. Poor baby, indeed."
Within thirty minutes he was reduced to the jelly state, too weak to struggle, unable to laugh out loud, just quivering under their attentions, and suffering enormously. With Sarah warning them not to let him faint, they kept him in ticklish agony, never allowing him a rest, but never driving him to unconsciousness either.
At 10am, Sarah had him swallow another Viagra. They changed positions then also, so they each got a chance at a different ticklish spot. At first Karen wanted to stay at his groin, but she saw that Becky was eager to tease him in this manner, and she allowed her to take over. Becky delighted in stroking him to a full erection, and taunting him that he would never be allowed to have an orgasm.
It seemed to Harold that he had been in tickle hell for years and years, but it was only two hours, at 11am, when they had him swallow a third Viagra, and moved to new places around his body.
"How amusing," said Sarah, now working on his collarbones. "His eyes are unfocused. He's conscious, but not really with us. He's drooling, even though he's not gagged. I wonder if it really is possible to tickle somebody insane."
"We have years and years to find out," said Karen, "and I intend to enjoy every minute of it."
"Absolutely," said Alice, "and he richly deserves it."
"This is so cool," said Becky. "All of the women in Tau Kappa Lambda will want to get these jobs, as his keepers."
"I'm sure we'll have a waiting list," said Sarah, "but we will give priority to the members of your sorority. Over the years, they become our most loyal and generous alumnae."
They all grinned with joy, as they continued to tickle and tickle Harry, who lay mute and drooling on the rack.
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When Karen announced that it was noon, they reluctantly stopped.
"Get him ready for his lunch, in my bedroom," said Karen, "I'll be there at 1pm, after I've eaten my own."
While the three students got him cleaned up and into a diaper and his straightjacket, the older women all went to have their lunch. Barbara and Becky carried him into Karen's room, and put him under the chair in preparation. His eyes were focused again, he seemed to be breathing normally, and was no longer drooling. They checked that his ankle cuffs were securely locked to each other, and tied his legs together above and below his knees.
When Karen came in, they went off to the kitchen to eat.
"I've taken your lunch, a ham and cheese sandwich with lettuce and mustard, and put it through the blender, so its all mush now. Everything you eat has to be in lickable form."
She sat down and spread the mush on her left sole. Soon he was licking with long strokes, and swallowing it, dirt and all. Karen apparently went barefoot all the time now, and her soles were filthy again. He soon had both spotlessly clean, licked thoroughly from heel to toe.
Karen removed the chair, and got a baby bottle, complete with plastic nipple, full of milk.
"I clearly recall that you don't like milk, dear, and I'm sorry that I didn't remember to bring the bottle full of milk to your breakfast. But milk from a baby's bottle is what you'll get from now on, at breakfast and at lunch."
She stuck another Viagra in his mouth, and then the nipple. She held the bottle as he drank it all down. Then she felt his genitals through the diaper.
"Good," she said, "you're fully erect again. And you're now going to satisfy me, three times I think, at least three, without any satisfaction for yourself. None at all, poor baby."
Karen put on her favorite radio station, and adjusted the volume of the music. Then she stripped off all of her clothes, and lowered herself right onto his face, leaving him lying on the floor.
"Go to it," she commanded, "and just presume that I want you to continue forever. I'll let you know when to stop."
Once again excited by the morning of torturing him, she was quite lubricated already when he started to lick. Her first climax came in just ten minutes. With her instructions in mind, Harold ignored the liquid all over his face, and kept right on licking.
Karen had closed her eyes, and was pressing herself into his face in rhythm with the music. As time went by, her excitement built, and she spoke to him.
"You're doing alright, Harry, I'm going to train you into the model husband yet. Isn't that ironic? You're officially hired as a trainer, but you're the one being trained. Nice job, baby, we might have stayed married if you had done this six years ago. Oh, nice. Oh, very good, very good, almost, yes, it's near, yes, Yes YES YES!!! ... Oh, fine, keep going, that was only two, keep it up. Oh, that was fine."
Fully sated, Karen felt that it would be quite a long time before she had a third climax, if at all. But there was plenty of time, her watch showed only 2:40pm, and Harry was in no position to complain, even if it took until dinner time.
She concentrated on how utterly helpless he was, how completely under her control, how powerless, and how amusing it would be to torment him, day after day. She began to think that maybe seven days a week would be fine indefinitely, as long as it was this much fun. She began to get excited all over again.
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By 5:30pm, Karen had had her fifth orgasm, and, in lieu of telling Harry to stop, she just got up and left him lying there, his tongue sore, and his jaw aching.
She showered and dressed, and went to join the other women in the living room. Sarah and Cathy had gone back to the mainland, and only the students and Alice were there. Alice smiled at her contented look.
"Well, he seems to be doing a good job at something," she said.
"Yes," said Karen, "he is trainable."
They all laughed.
"Please wipe off his face, and get him out here for his dinner," she added, to the students.
The three of them went to her bedroom, got his face clean, and brought him out. Alice went to get coffee for herself, and beers for the students. They intended to make up for the two absent women. Karen applied the peanut butter herself, and kept the jar and plastic knife right by her. As he licked and licked, with long strokes and tongue fully extended, the students drank their beers, and went to get more.
"All this beer is for you, Harry-poo," said Becky, "and should I get you a beer, or more coffee, Ms. Hansen?"
"More coffee would be fine, Becky, and a bottle of water, too."
When Karen decreed that Harry had licked her soles well enough, she went to the kitchen and came back with a large pitcher.
"We'll consolidate it, so he can see how much he has to drink. It will add to his misery."
They all laughed. Karen went into the bathroom first, and left the pitcher in there. The others went in, one at a time, and added their contributions. The beer and coffee had worked wonders; the look on Harry's face, when he saw the pitcher more than half full, was priceless.
Becky and Beverly hoisted him up into a chair, and Becky asked if she could help in making him drink it. Karen generously let her, and they took turns pouring out glasses for him and holding them to his lips as he drank. At last Harold managed to drink it all. No sooner had he finished, then Karen spoke of his next torture.
"Get him onto the rack now, please. Harry, we're going to have our own dinners in shifts, so that you can have a full four hours of extreme tickle torture before bedtime. Isn't that nice of us, to forgo eating together just so we can give you extra attention? We do spoil you, dear."
As Karen went to eat dinner first, Barbara, Becky, and Beverly carried him into the room with the rack, and Alice got the bottle of Viagra ready. Working together, they had him stretched out, erect and frustrated, and under tickle torture, in fifteen minutes flat.
By the time Karen came back from eating, he was already in the jelly state, quivering futilely, red in the face, tears coming down his cheeks, unable to laugh out loud. she took over stroking his penis, relieving Alice, who then went to eat. She taunted him when it was fully erect again.
"You gave me five orgasms today, dear, and you'll be getting none. Just a lot of frustrated longing. At first, I thought that one year of this would be enough, the same length of time that we were married. I thought I might let you gratify yourself a year from now. But no, now that I see what fun it is to tease you, to tease you and deny you, I think that it will be permanent. You in for lifelong celibacy, dear. But you'll keep me very well satisfied, or face the punishment room. I think I can count on the sisters of Tau Kappa Lambda to be as vigilant as I am, to make sure that you'll never be allowed a waking climax."
They all laughed at this, and tickled him even more intently.
By the time Alice came back from her dinner, he was in a stupor again. Eyes unfocused, drooling, and twitching futilely, trying to avoid the maddening tickling, which went on, and on, and on.
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At midnight, after Barbara and Becky had secured him to his bed in his straightjacket, Karen came over to say a few words before allowing him to sleep. He was alert again, and listening to her.
"Remember what I told you, dear, about today being a model for the rest of your life? That's just what it was, dear, that's just what it was."
As she left the room, she could hear him thrashing uselessly in his bondage.
-the end-
04.12.11