Brooke sat down in the chair, raising her loose tank top to just below her breasts while the tattoo artists readied the stencil to be placed on her sternum. As he placed the artwork across her tummy, spanning from rib to rib, she let out a small giggle as she twitched. Quickly regaining her composure, the artist raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry, it was a bit colder than I thought it'd be." Brooke explained.
"Right," the tattooist inspected his tool. "Well I've gotta get some new ink for my gun, I'll be right back"
As the artist exited his studio, door shutting behind him, Brooke eased into the chair. Slowly, the smell of permanent markers began to fill the room, too slow to raise any attention. Assuming it was just cleaning chemicals, Brooke ignored the scent and continued to relax. Listening to the ticking of the clock and the faint music in the background eased her mind as the gas that filled the room lulled her into a deep sleep.
Brooke slowly awoke, the drowsiness clouding her mind. She groggily looked around in confusion as the tattoo studio blurred back into vision. Only the walls covered in murals had changed to a pristine white wall. The soft light had been replaced by a hard spot light that illuminated the curves of her body. The comfortable chair had been replaced with a leather chair that held her arms out and her legs apart. That was the point when she realised her wrists and ankles were bound. Padded cuffs held her in place, she struggled against them but not one chain seemed to ease off. As her eyes stared down at her body she realised that her clothes were missing, leaving her in nothing but her light pink underwear,offering her soft skin next to no protection.
As she became more and more aware of her surroundings, her eyes focused on the two figures in front of her. Her vision, still slightly blurry but she could start making out the details on the people in front of her. A man and a woman stood over her in lab coats, clip boards in hands. The woman seemed to notice she had awoken first.
"Well, well," she smiled, without a hint of sincerity. "Look who's finally awake, how was your nap"
"Mmhhhh," Who the fuck are you! Was what Brooke was meant to say, but the gag in her mouth meant that no words came out. She stared down at the two scientists who studied every inch of her body.
"I bet you're wondering who we are, why you're here, and what is going to happen to you," the dark haired woman continued, completely ignoring Brooke's protest. "Well, allow me to introduce us. My name is Professor Jones, Emily Jones that is. And to my left is Professor Quinn Martin."
The blond haired man looked her up and down with a mischievous smile. He seemed to enjoy the fact that I couldn't say a word. Or, he was looking forward to the forthcoming.
"We are very special professors, who have been hired by a very wealthy benefactor to explore the human body and experiment with it's... Ah, how should I put this? Sensitive areas." Professor Emily Jones explained with a sadistic grin. "Luckily, Professor Martin and I share a common interest in this area, so let's just say we enjoy our work."
"And you miss Thomas, also appear to share this interest, from the research we've done into you." The male professor finished.
Blood started rushing up Brooke's body and into her face. The realisation of what they were talking about began to dawn on her. In her past, Brooke had dating and fucked a fair few men and a small handful of women. One ex-girlfriend however, had sparked something interesting in her once. A fetish for tickling, she was constantly tickled by her ex girlfriend, tormented and teased. Although her partner never realised, this act always turned her on more than anything before. Despite never talking to any of her partners following that specific ex about her discovery, Brooke had certainly done plenty of research into the area online. Now, this fetish that she had was about to be forced onto her, and she wasn't sure whether to feel terrified or aroused.
Fingers started crawling up her leg, snapping her back into the present. She squirmed and laughed through the gag. Eyes wide as she watched the dark haired lady climb her leg with her perfectly manicured nails, stopping on her inner thigh. Blood started rushing to her lower region, the first sign that she was enjoying herself. Her arousal didn't stop her crazed reaction as she jumped and tried to pull away from the tickling fingers.
