It was only a week later that the horror and embarrassment Jasmine suffered at the tickling hands of her gym teacher Ms. Binder began to fade. The sweet natured eighteen year old's sunny disposition and enduring innocence didn't let her linger over bad episodes like that. Jasmine figured she could just avoid Ms. Binder whenever possible and never get caught alone with her. It was just one person to watch out for, how tough could it be?
Jasmine made her way to school with her dark blond hair in a ponytail wearing a thin, white short sleeve button up top and snug low riding hip hugger jeans. Her full breasts were barely contained in a white bra so as not to show through her top, but her honey tanned skin shown through, darkening the material slightly. As Jasmine walked through the halls the thin material molded to the sensuous curves of her firm sides and the bottom was short enough to show a couple of inches of her silky lower belly. But what really caught the eye was the wide, oval outline of her deep bellybutton that shone through the sheer fabric. One person in particular was paying attention to that outline, Jasmine's biology teacher Mr. Howard.
Mr. Howard was a text book biologist in appearance. About 5'8” and noticeably chubby with a balding head and thick glasses. His academic passion was insects and he had a classroom and large storage room full of them. Mr. Howard had another passion and that was tickling, and he had decided to indulge his passion on the beautiful Jasmine.
In class that day Mr. Howard kept Jasmine after to ask her if she could give him a hand cataloging some new insects after school, for extra credit of course. Jasmine had said yes with a carefree smile and said she would call her parents to ask but it should be fine.
School got out and Mr. Howard waited anxiously in his empty lab. All his preparations were made now he just needed the time to tickle torture his poor unwitting student. Jasmine came walking into the lab shortly after.
“Hi Mr. Howard” she said with a small wave and a smile.
The eager biology teacher had to work to keep from ogling the breath taking high school senior. To make matters worse the bottom button of her thin top had come undone revealing glimpses of more of her tender lower belly and the bottom rim of her beautiful oval bellybutton. Mr. Howard mastered himself and cleared his throat. “Ok Jasmine, first I need you to pick up that clear plastic case and put it on the side table.”
As the unsuspecting young blond did as he asked Mr. Howard inconspicuously closed and locked the thick door to his lab.
Jasmine quizzically studied the clear case. It had two holes to put your hands through into a pair of rubber gloves. Inside the case was bits of bark and grass but nothing else she could see. “Mr. Howard, what is this thing?”
The biology teacher came up beside her “It's a case with a bark scorpion in it but you have to be careful handling it. It's sting is quite painful.” He glanced sideways at Jasmine and casually asked. “How long do I have you for Jasmine? There is quite a bit to do.”
Jasmine grinned and said “I figured it would take a while so I told my parents I would be here at least three hours.”
Mr. Howard secretly rejoiced. That was plenty of time, his plan was a go. “Well, let's get started. Jasmine go ahead and reach your hands into the gloves.”
Jasmine set her slim hands in the opening and pushed them into the gloves. Immediately she felt something fasten firmly over her wrists. A little bewildered she pulled her hands out and saw each one had a padded cuff fastened around the wrist. Wordlessly she raised her hands to her biology teacher with a faint look of apprehension as though she had just broke something.
Mr. Howard huffed out a breath in mock annoyance.“Those dang cuffs are always coming loose, they are supposed to stay attached to the gloves. See these rings on the side? They are supposed to keep the cuff attached. Take a seat on this big exam table while I get something to get those off of you.”
Jasmine shrugged good naturedly and hopped up on the end of the table letting her feet swing.
The chubby biology teacher returned immediately and said “Let me see your hands.”
As Jasmine held her hands out Mr. Howard said “Hey Jasmine, have you seen my new diagram on the wall there on your left explaining the nervous system?” While Jasmine idly looked over to the wall her biology teacher quickly fastened a slim metal bar about six inches long to the rings on the cuffs, binding them together. With no preamble the balding little teacher rapidly brought Jasmine's bound hands over head and pulled her over onto her back as he fastened the bar to a clamp at the head of the table.
Completely baffled Jasmine let out a small confused sound as Mr. Howard pulled her right leg straight and grabbed a padded cuff that had hung unnoticed under the end of the table, quickly securing it around her ankle. Jasmine was only just reacting to the lightning assault when her biology teacher grabbed her left leg to strap it in. The suddenly panicking young beauty managed to feebly kick twice before Mr. Howard got the cuff secured around her ankle and pulled the short restraining straps tight on both ankles.
With alarm Jasmine took in her situation. Her arms were secured above her head six inches apart and her legs were stretched straight with her ankles firmly lashed down. She wasn't stretched to the point of discomfort but she was only able to move a little. Jasmine gave her biology teacher a confused look “Mr. Howard?.....”
The chubby teacher strolled up to stand at Jasmine's hip. “It's simple really Jasmine. I need to observe insects in different environments. Today that environment is you. But first there is the task of learning this new environment. Like for example where you are ticklish.” Then he reached over and began unbuttoning the trapped teens white top.
Jasmine's blue eyes went wide in panicked recognition of what was coming and she began tugging desperately at her bonds while she screamed in a panicked voice, “Heeeeelp!! Somebody help me!! Help me please!!”
Mr. Howard finished unbuttoning the top and laid it wide open to gaze appreciatively at Jasmine's firm smooth, honey gold tummy. As Jasmine continued screaming Mr. Howard calmly said, “Really Jasmine, all that noise is useless. The school is empty and no one could hear you outside this room anyway. Not through that door.”
Jasmine's screams died away to be replaced with fearful panting as the truth of her situation became clear.
The biology teacher took the tails of her thin top and tied them together right under the blond beauty's full, firm breasts. This bared Jasmine's sleek, sensuous belly in it's entirety, from the top of her rib cage to the low slung waist band of her tight jeans.
“There, we have to be sure all the traditional ticklish areas are exposed for testing.” Mr. Howard explained helpfully.
Jasmine's gaze darted frantically around the room searching for some way to escape as her mind whirled in fearful anticipation This can't be happening again! Why do these people want to tickle me! Don't they understand how wild it drives me?!
Mr. Howard gave Jasmine a speculative look and said, “Unless you want to save us some time and just tell me where your most ticklish spot is.”
Jasmine barely fought off the impulse to glance worriedly at her sensitive, deep oval bellybutton. Oh my god, please don't let him tickle my bellybutton!
Being strapped down like she was Jasmine was completely vulnerable and helpless and she knew it. She could imagine how irresistible her wide open bellybutton must look to this twisted tickler. Ever since Ms. Binder had given her deep bellybutton a crude but effective tickling and clearly brought it to Jasmine's attention how insanely ticklish her bellybutton was, the young high school senior was terrified of it happening again.
Jasmine gave her biology teacher a guarded look, pressed her full lips together and shook her head no.
Mr. Howard smiled knowingly and said, “You don't want to tell me? Why not?”
“Well, because if I tell you where my most ticklish spot is....you'll tickle me there.” Jasmine answered nervously.
The balding teacher said in a gently chiding tone, “Jasmine what makes you think I'm not going to find it on my own? It's not like you can stop me. But you have a fair point. I suggest some field experimentation. How about I ask you three questions and then I see if I can guess where your most ticklish spot is? If I'm wrong I let you go free.”
Jasmine opened her mouth to hastily agree but the bespectacled man warned her, “Don't think you can lie to me. I reserve the right to verify my findings.” As he wiggled his fingers suggestively.
Jasmine nervously cleared her throat and said “Deal, three questions and then you guess and I can't lie.”
Mr. Howard nodded and then creased his brow as though thinking hard. “Okay, first question. If you had to choose between me tickling your feet or your armpits, which would you choose?”
As he finished the question Mr. Howard walked to the lower end of the table and began removing her shoes.
Jasmine stared at him tensely as she realized he meant to follow through on the question. “My feet I guess.”
The biology teacher nodded with a smile as he pulled the ankle socks off of her small perfect feet. With no hesitation he began clawing lightly on the bottom of Jasmine's right foot.
Jasmine immediately burst into giggles, scrunching up her toes and trying to wave her feet as Mr. Howard moved his tickling to her left foot. Jasmine's adorable, girlish giggles danced through the air of the room for another ten minutes before her tormenting teacher stopped.
“Okay, that was informative.” Mr. Howard nodded. “Next question is this. If you had to choose between me tickling your armpits or your belly, which would you choose?”
Jasmine couldn't stop herself from reflexively sucking in her smooth, sensitive belly a little at the thought of it being tickled. I can't choose for him to tickle my belly, she thought frantically.
“My armpits I guess.” she answered unhappily.
Mr. Howard moved immediately to the top of the table to Jasmine's stretched, smooth underarms. The short sleeves of Jasmine's top were wide enough for the biology teacher to easily get his fingers in and he began rapidly spidering his fingers in the silky hollows.
Jasmine jerked and let out a startled squeak that was followed by sweet, musical laughter. The flushed young blond ducked her chin down and stubbornly tried to suppress her ticklish reaction which she knew her devilish teacher loved, but a second later she was trilling laughter as his fingers alternated between poking and bicycling in her underarms.
This went on for fifteen more minutes before Mr. Howard was satisfied. He stepped away from his ticklish victim and gave her ten minutes to catch her breath.
As he stepped back up to the table Jasmine seemed recovered. Her blue eyes were cautiously hopeful as she said. “One more question and we're done right?”
Her pudgy biology teacher regarded her with a little pity. He probably shouldn't have been surprised that the sweet natured young angel couldn't see what was coming next. Her mind was focused on getting free, and had jumped the obvious procession of the experimentation.
Mr. Howard nodded. “That's right. One more question and I take my guess.” The bookish looking middle aged nerd tapped his chin as he appeared to puzzle over what to ask. He smirked to himself evilly as he saw Jasmine's soft lips turn up at the corners in the beginning of a hopeful grin.
Mr. Howard nodded and said. “Okay. My question is this. If you had to choose between me tickling your belly or your bellybutton which would you choose?”
Jasmine's grin faded before it fully formed and her lips stayed parted in shock. Her mouth worked silently for a moment as she fumbled for something to say. “Uh....neither.” she finally blurted.
Mr. Howard regarded her sternly. “Now Jasmine you have to choose one, that's the game.”
Jasmine looked at her captor beseechingly “I don't want to play anymore. Just let me go please. Please let me go.”
A calm, merciless expression came over Mr. Howard's face. “Choose one Jasmine, or I will tickle both.”
Jasmine's brow wrinkled in consternation as she fitfully tugged at her bonds. This is a nightmare! My belly is so ticklish I can't stand it. But my bellybutton is worse!. I can't tell him to tickle me in my bellybutton! I just can't!
Mr. Howard leaned forward and asked sternly “Which do you choose?”
Jasmine frowned in dread and in a timid, reluctant voice said “My belly.”
Mr. Howard nodded eagerly and went to get something off a side table. He came back with a short handled brush with stiff bristles about half a finger long. “This is a brush I use to descale delicate fish specimens I get.” he explained as he passed it up and down Jasmine's forearm. “It needs to be the right combination of stiff and soft, should be perfect for this.”
The fiendish biology teacher then took the brush and began firmly scrubbing it back and forth over Jasmine's silky lower belly.
Jasmine's mouth dropped open in horrified amazement as her back arched off the table and she cried out unbridled, frantic laughter. “Haaaaaahahahahahahahah! Ohmygaaaaaahahahahahahahahahah! Staaaaaaaahahahp! Pleasepleasepleeeeeeheeheeeheehahahahhahhahaha!!
Jasmine lowered her back and desperately sucked in her firm, smooth tummy. Trying to escape the awful bristles but they kept scratching over her trembling lower belly, increasing it's sensitivity by the second.
Mr. Howard changed tactics quickly and swept the brush up one side of her belly and down the other in rapid succession, then passed the brush just under Jasmine's lowest rib a few times. He brushed around the circuit of her ticklish tummy for a couple of minutes then went back down and continued brushing back and forth over Jasmine's faintly glowing lower belly.
Jasmine was hysterical, as the brush moved around her helpless belly she would let out startled squeaks and screams, inner mixed with her tormented laughter. When Mr. Howard returned to sliding the bristles over her more sensitive lower belly Jasmine arched her back again and shrieked laughter.
“Neeeeeeehahahahahahahhah! Mr.Howaaaaaahahahahahahahahahah! Nooooohohohohohohoh! Haaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahah!
The balding little man switched the brush to his left hand and kept dragging it back and forth while he used his right hand to squeeze Jasmine's firm, curvy left side. He lightly pinched his way down to just above her hip bone and then firmly kneaded his way up to just under her bottom rib.
Jasmine shuddered and tried to flinch away from the biology teachers tickling fingers as her laughter hitched up in intensity and tears of laughter welled up in her eyes.
After Mr. Howard had pinched and squeezed his way up and down the sweet curve of Jasmine's side several times he abruptly stopped tickling and lifted the brush away.
The panting teenaged beauty was too out of breath to speak. She mumbled some garbled plea for mercy as her sensuous, sleek belly heaved with her heavy breathing.
The biology teacher watched with a keen eye and when he judged that his desperate young victim had recovered her senses he stepped back up to the table. “Right, so the brush was to stimulate your nerve endings and make you more sensitive. Let's see if it worked.”
Jasmine gaped at her tormentor in stunned disbelief. She opened her mouth to frantically plead for him to stop when his fingertips began lightly dancing over her trembling tummy.
Jasmine squeezed her eyes shut and thrashed her head back and forth as she tried to swivel and roll her hips in short fruitless wriggles.
“Nopleeeeeeeheeeeheeeeehahahahahahhahahaaaaa! Nnnaaaaahahhahahahahahah! Nomorhorhor! Haaahahahahahah!
Mr. Howard kept the fingertips of one hand whispering across Jasmine's gleaming lower belly while his other hand lightly scratched, squeezed and pinched over the rest of the smooth heaving surface of Jasmine's exquisitely ticklish tummy.
“I have to tell you Jasmine. You have a gorgeous belly. Soft, yet firm. So temptingly smooth and it seems to be pretty ticklish too.”
“Waaaahahahahahahahahaaaa!” Jasmine cried out helpless laughter as she turned her tear streaked face into her left arm in some scatter brained need to hide her face from her torturer in embarrassment.
Jasmine was in uncharted waters. The only previous tickling experience she had was the brutish Ms. Binder and she had really only briefly tickled Jasmine's sensitive belly. Her biology teacher was giving her helpless tummy a merciless and skilled tickling and showing her that she hadn't known what belly tickling was. It was twisting her mind around in a blur of searing, tortuous sensations.
Mr. Howard had only planned on tickling Jasmine's tummy for 15 minutes but he was enjoying himself so much he went on for an extra 10 minutes. Though time meant nothing to Jasmine, it felt like days.
Finally the biology teacher lifted his tormenting fingers away and Jasmine's ringing laughter trailed off to a frustrated sob.
Mr. Howard looked in Jasmine's blue eyes swimming with tears and asked “Why are you crying?”
The panting beauty swallowed and in an angry tremulous voice said, “I'm crying because I hate what you're doing to me! I'm so ticklish on my belly and you're tickling it so much, I-I can't stand it!”
Mr. Howard nodded understandably. “Well the game is over. So it's time for me to choose. And I know where you're most ticklish.”
At Jasmine's fearful, teary eyed expression the nerdy looking teacher said “This game was rigged Jasmine. I talked to Ms. Binder.”
Jasmine blanched in fear at the physically imposing woman's name and couldn't stop herself from glancing at her deep, soft vulnerable bellybutton anxiously.
“We both know I know the answer.” Mr. Howard said as he lightly trailed a fingertip down the center of Jasmine's smooth belly, slowly headed for the delicious oval opening.
Jasmine bit her lower lip and squirmed tensely, never breaking eye contact with her tickler. A moment later her eyes widened and her lips parted in a surprised squeal as Mr. Howard carefully ran a fingertip around the gleaming rim of her helpless bellybutton.
The biology teacher lifted his fingertip away. “But here's what I'll do. I'll give you the chance to tell me where you're most ticklish. If you do I promise I won't tickle you there.”
Jasmine blinked in surprise and then gave a pretty scowl of doubt.
“Honest Jasmine. I mean I could just tickle you right now but I'm giving you this chance.”
Jasmine mulled it over for a moment more and then reluctantly nodded. “Okay....okay” The beautiful blond met his gaze for a moment and hesitantly said. “I'm most ticklish in....in....my bellybutton.”
Mr. Howard smiled maliciously and said. “Of course you are! Any bellybutton that beautiful has got to be ticklish. Well, we're going to find out just how ticklish it is.”
Jasmine stiffened in shock. “But...but you promised. You said if I told you....you wouldn't tickle my bellybutton.”
Mr. Howard assumed a wounded expression. “Jasmine! Just because I shamelessly rigged the “where is your most ticklish spot” game doesn't mean I don't have any honor. I said I wouldn't tickle you in your bellybutton and I won't.”
The chubby little man then waved an encompassing hand at the wall of glass containers of varied sizes containing all manner of wriggling insects and creepy crawlies. “But they will.”
Jasmine's wide blue eyes tracked over the shelves of insects behind her teacher in foreboding. There were some icky things in those glass containers and she certainly didn't want them crawling on her.
Mr. Howard spent a moment checking the restraints holding Jasmine's arms over her head and her feet strapped down. Satisfied, he strolled up beside the table at the pretty blond's hip and thoughtfully surveyed the glass containers. “Hmmm, what should I start with?” he mused as he absently ran the palm of his hand over Jasmine's firm belly.
Jasmine bit her lower lip to stifle her giggles and tried to not draw attention to herself by squirming so as to keep the offhand caressing from turning into rampant tickling fingertips.
The chubby teacher pushed his glasses up a little and glanced down as he realized the smooth surface of Jasmine's tummy was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Undoubtedly this was due to the frantic squirming and wild laughter that had accompanied the enthusiastic tickling he had just given that tummy.
“You must be thirsty Jasmine. Would you like some water? It will help refresh you.” The biology teacher asked as he walked over to a nearby table and picked up a quart sized sports bottle.
The blond beauty twisted at her bonds fruitlessly as she raised her head to give her tormentor a pleading look. “Please let me go Mr. Howard!” Jasmine begged. “I won't tell anyone I swear. Please! Please don't tickle me anymore!”
The chubby teacher brought the water bottle over and put the plastic straw to Jasmine's full lips. “Do you want some water? This is your chance.”
Jasmine's throat was dry and sore from all her tortured laughter. So she interrupted her pleas for freedom to greedily suck down half the bottle. When Mr. Howard lifted the bottle away though his young victim resumed her whimpering cries for mercy. “Pleeeeeease don't tickle me anymore! I can't stand it! Please Mr. Howa-”
Jasmine's begging broke off suddenly and she shrunk back against the table as her balding teacher leaned over her threateningly. “Jasmine I do not want to hear this whining to be set free anymore! I don't want to gag you because I want to hear your beautiful laughter, so here's what's going to happen. If you say one more word that isn't laughter induced I am going to lick your bellybutton for the next hour! A solid hour of my tongue tickling in your sweet bellybutton. Do you understand me?!”
Jasmine's blue eyes were wide in dread and brimming with fresh tears as she nodded shakily.
The biology teacher straightened up with a cheerful grin as if nothing had happened and went and got a glass box with some branches inside that were crawling with large ants. “You see Jasmine, a lot of an ants communication and decision making is based on smell, such as pheromones. This is true of many insects actually. Utilizing this I'll be able to control where these various insects crawl on you.”
Jasmine glanced worriedly at the tender oval opening of her deep, luscious bellybutton and whimpered helplessly. Mr. Howard noticed her look and smiled knowingly. “Don't worry just yet angel. That will come later. But since nothing would keep these critters out of your bellybutton we're gonna cover it up in a way.”
The balding little man went and got what looked like an oval lens for a microscope and brought it back over to a frowning Jasmine. Carefully he fit the lens in the wide oval opening of his captive's beautiful bellybutton but stopped a moment later. “Huh, this lens isn't big enough, have to go a size bigger. Whew, that is an amazing bellybutton you have there honey.”
A minute later Mr. Howard had the lens in place and was placing three drops of a clear liquid on Jasmine's belly. “This is a pheromone that tells the ants to stay in this area and search for food. And they are very industrious.” he said with a wink.
The biology teacher opened the top of the box and set it on the table beside the bound teen then he carefully grabbed the largest branch fragment and pulled it halfway out to rest on the table near Jasmine's left side.
The anxious young blond craned her head trying to see the impending ant swarm but couldn't see anything over her own full, firm breasts. A moment later she stiffened and inhaled sharply as she felt the first of the ants skittering on the firm curve of her side. Moments later the forerunners of the swarm were crawling on the flat, trembling surface of Jasmine's sensitive belly.
Jasmine had her eyes squeezed shut and a tense grin on her face as she fought to control her laughter. A little squeak escaped her lips as more ants flocked on to her smooth tummy and like a magnet were drawn to the sweet oval opening of her bellybutton but were rebuffed by the lens.
A breathless giggle forced it's way out and Jasmine couldn't stop herself from wriggling her hips in torment. The ants were mainly concentrated from her bellybutton up to her bottom rib, so the little biology teacher added a few drops of a different pheromone to Jasmine's silky lower belly and set a handful of centipedes loose.
Jasmine had been holding it together pretty well but when she felt the hundreds of scratchy legs on her sensitive lower belly she lost her control. “Aaaaahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! Noooooohooooo! Naaaaaahahahahahahhaahahaaaa!!”
Jasmine strained tremendously at her bonds as she cried out dismayed laughter. She arched her back as much as she could trying to shake the tickling insects off as her firm tummy heaved in and out with her exertion and laughter. It was like a dam had let go. Now even the ants were intolerable and there were hundreds of them.
The insect torture lasted half an hour. Mr. Howard swapped out the insects at 5 minute intervals. Wood beetles in place of the ants. Garden spiders in place of the centipedes and so on. When it was concluded and the biology teacher had carefully swept the last of the hairy legged fangless tarantulas off Jasmine's gleaming tummy he brought her the water bottle again.
The beautiful high school senior was panting from the ordeal and wordlessly gulped down the water. Her dark blond hair had mostly come free from it's neat ponytail with all her head tossing and was clinging to the gleaming perspiration on her face and neck.
Mr. Howard grinned fondly at her disheveled appearance. “Here Jasmine, I'll just let your hair all the way down.” The chubby teacher carefully removed the rest of Jasmine's blond hair from the failing ponytail and let it fan out on the table beneath her. “Would you like some more water, you've really been sweating.” Jasmine nodded contritely and Mr. Howard went and filled the bottle again.
As Jasmine wordlessly drank some more water the balding little biology teacher grinned knowingly. “You're doing very well at not talking unnecessarily Jasmine. You really really must not want me licking you in your bellybutton.” Jasmine took a last swallow of water and nodded hesitantly. Mr. Howard brightened and exclaimed “You do want me to lick you in your bellybutton?” And then he laughed as Jasmine earnestly shook her head no.
Mr. Howard looked at the clock and sighed as he saw he was on his last hour. “Well, unfortunately Jasmine that is what it comes down to.” As Jasmine stared at him in dismay the biology teacher went and grabbed two small jars. “To conclude our evening there will be a race between these two caterpillars.” He held up the jars and Jasmine saw that each contained a smooth skinned caterpillar less than an inch long. One was green and one was bone white.
The chubby teacher moved back to the restraining table and deftly popped the lens barrier out of the wide oval opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton as she stiffened nervously. Mr. Howard grinned and said, “They will race from your fourth rib down to your bellybutton, the first one in wins.”
Jasmine frowned and a second later Mr. Howard laughed cheerfully. “Think of the caterpillars as race horses that we are betting on. Now the caterpillars themselves would tickle your bellybutton fairly well but that's not the crescendo I wanted for this magical evening. If my caterpillar wins I will lick you in your beautiful bellybutton for the rest of the hour.” Jasmine's brows drew down and she opened her mouth as if to strenuously object.
Mr. Howard held up a hand and said, “But if your caterpillar wins then this green little guys big brother will tickle you in your bellybutton instead.” With that the short little biology teacher grinned fiendishly and produced another jar. Jasmine gasped in dismay as she saw the caterpillar crawling sluggishly around the jar. It was green like the other one but was densely covered in long fine hairs that waved and undulated as it moved. This new freakish caterpillar was also larger, being as big around as a grown man's index finger and twice as long as it's less sinister little brother.
Jasmine's gaze darted frantically between the caterpillar and her tickling captor. She opened her mouth to plead for mercy or scream for help but closed it with a low whimper or she would have had Mr. Howard's tongue in her bellybutton right then.
The chubby biology teacher watched Jasmine's reaction with satisfaction. Then he set the jars down and said. “In the spirit of good sportsmanship I will let you choose which caterpillar is yours.” Quickly he held up his hand as if to forestall a hasty choice. “Before you choose I would like to give you some helpful facts about this bloated little hairball.” he said indicating the jar. “These caterpillars eat leaves but they don't bite off a mouthful. They suck on a section until it dissolves in their little hairy mouth. Their saliva is pretty similar to ours so it takes a awhile. Now I don't know what that might feel like on the soft warm bottom of your bellybutton....but you might consider that my tongue would be preferable....tickling wise.”
Jasmine stared at her biology teacher in horror then she gave a muted cry and began struggling wildly at her bonds. She was securely restrained so there wasn't a lot of movement but the young blond went through all the motions desperately. “Oh my God no!! “ she screamed silently in her head. “That caterpillar will send me into hysterics! I don't want that thing tickling me!! More than that I don't want Mr. Howard to have his way. He's dying to lick my bellybutton. That would be unbearable! His tongue in my bellybutton would drive me insane!!” Jasmine gave up struggling with a frustrated cry and looked at her tormentor resignedly.
Mr. Howard nodded and said “Okay, just to let you know, the little green one has won most of the practice races I've ran with them.”
The beautiful high school senior looked at Mr. Howard for permission to speak. He smiled appreciatively and said “You may speak to make this choice.”
Jasmine had decided reluctantly to do what she could so the hairy caterpillar and not Mr. Howard tickled her in the end. She opened her mouth to choose the little green caterpillar to win when she stopped and squinted at her chubby biology teacher suspiciously. “He said the green one wins most of the time. But he really wants to lick me in my bellybutton...so why would he tell me the winner. He's setting me up!” Jasmine cleared her throat and said “I choose the white one.”
Mr. Howard leered at his vibrant teenaged tickle victim. “Really? Well well...sounds like you have decided Ol' Mr. Howard's tongue might feel pretty good in that delicious deep bellybutton of yours.” The short dumpy teacher pushed his glasses up and said “If you want to change your pick this is your last chance.”
Jasmine looked uncertain but she swallowed and shook her head no.
Mr. Howard shrugged. “It's your call angel. Here we go!” The biology teacher retrieved a small glass bottle that looked like a fingernail polish bottle complete with the little brush applicator attached to the lid. “This is the scent that will draw the caterpillars. It is odorless and tasteless to humans and unfortunately the lab synthesized version evaporates quickly so I will have to continually apply it to keep these little guys going the right way.”
As Jasmine watched anxiously the chubby little nerd took out the competing caterpillars and set them carefully on on her barely visible ribs about 6 inches apart. Seeing Jasmine raising her head trying to peer over her own round breasts and failing Mr. Howard winked at her and said, “Yours is on the left.” Jasmine exhaled tensely and laid her head back down, staring intently at the ceiling as she waited in nervous anticipation.
Mr. Howard released the caterpillars shouting, “And they're off!” Jasmine could feel them on her highly sensitized skin as they began trundling around. They seemed to be crawling aimlessly at first but the biology teacher picked up the small bottle and unscrewed the cap, pulling the little brush free. “Time to give them some direction.” he announced as he lightly ran the brush around the firm, sensitive rim of Jasmine's oval bellybutton.
Jasmine's eyes shot open wide as she gasped loudly and sucked in her smooth belly. An instant later the blond beauty tucked her chin down squeezed her eyes shut and burst into adorable squealing laughter. “Eeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeheeeeheeee!!!” The brush completed a circuit and started around again. “Eeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeee!! Nnnaaaaaaahahahaha!! Stop!! Staaaahahaaap!! Eeeeeheeeeheeee!!”
The chubby little biology teacher was grinning ecstatically as he carefully whispered the fine bristles over the squealing girl's smooth, gleaming rim. “I have to keep the scent fresh Jasmine, they're halfway there now.” he explained as he sent the brush gliding around again. Mr. Howard took note that the caterpillars were fairly even in the race as Jasmine sucked in her trembling belly again trying to get her tender rim away from the tickling bristles as she sang out laughter.
When the caterpillars were only a couple of inches away Mr. Howard stopped stroking Jasmine's rim with the pheromone and watched the finish. His green caterpillar had a slight lead he was happy to see.
Jasmine exhaled in relief when the brush was lifted away. As she tried to get her breathing under control she squinted her eyes trying to determine by feel which caterpillar was winning. When she realized that the caterpillar on the right, Mr. Howard's caterpillar was winning she frowned in dismay and closed her eyes. “Oh no oh no oh no!! This horrible man is going to lick me in my bellybutton!!”
Mr. Howard was about to give a shout of triumph when at the rim of Jasmine's bellybutton his caterpillar suddenly veered to the right and seemed as if it was lost. The white caterpillar continued on it's determined course, skittering over the smooth rim and dropping into the soft depths of Jasmine's bellybutton.
The biology teacher watched glumly as the beautiful teenager inhaled sharply and then burst into girlish giggling while she swiveled her hips in response to the little creature wriggling across the bottom of her delicious bellybutton. “Heeeheeeheee....thaaahaaat was miiihiiihiiine riiihiiite? Heeeeeeeheeeheeee!”
Mr. Howard sullenly nodded his head. “Yes Jasmine, your pony won the race. Congratulations.” The biology teacher removed his own failed caterpillar and then got two cotton swabs to gently tweezer the white caterpillar out of it's warm haven. The biology teacher pushed up his glasses and leaned over Jasmine's tempting oval bellybutton, noting with simmering desire that it was so deep that even this close he could barely see the squirming caterpillar on the bottom. Carefully Mr. Howard inserted the cotton swabs, but before he extracted the busy little insect the pouting loser took a few moments for retribution. With a petty grin the dumpy little man took the soft fuzzy heads of the cotton swabs and riffled them across the soft folds on the bottom and then ran them up to lightly stroke the silky roof of Jasmine's bellybutton.
Jasmine's reaction spiked with the vengeful tickling. Her back arched as she tossed her head back and her giggling rocketed into surprised laughter. “HeeheehAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”
Mr. Howard enjoyed his moment and then gently captured the little caterpillar and lifted it out. Jasmine lay there panting, giving her biology teacher a sullen glare as he put the insects away. Mr. Howard gave his victim some more water and let her rest for 10 minutes to get her energy back. As the teacher returned to the table he could see Jasmine twisting her head trying to see the clock. “You have about 40 minutes left here angel.”
Jasmine slumped back flat on the table with a disappointed whimper and an anxious expression as she watched her evil biology teacher bring over the fat hairy caterpillar. Mr. Howard grasped the wriggling, bloated thing between two fingers and held it inches from Jasmine's fearful blue eyes so she could see all the waving hairs, the dozens of skittering little legs and the feathery mandibles that were it's active mouth. “You won the race angel.” the sadistic little man said. “And here's your prize.” With no more preamble Mr. Howard set the caterpillar down right at the bottom rim of Jasmine's deep sensuous bellybutton and let it go.
Without hesitation the fat, hairy caterpillar eagerly skittered forward into the wide oval opening and began wriggling it's bulk inside. Jasmine sucked in her belly with a shocked gasp and looked at her grinning teacher with wide horrified eyes. And then as the fine waving hairs began stroking the sensitive walls of her deep, soft bellybutton, Jasmine lost it. “AAAAAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAAA!!” The hysterical blond beauty arched her back and thrashed her head as she cried out tormented laughter. “AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!! NAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!”
Mr. Howard watched excitedly as Jasmine lowered her back to the table only to arch it again a moment later while she swiveled her hips feverishly and twisted at her bonds in a frenzy. The biology teacher also noticed with interest that the fat, green caterpillar had only worked his way halfway into Jasmine's sweet bellybutton and was still wriggling deeper. He watched Jasmine toss her head to the left and stare at him with her tear filled blue eyes as she laughingly pleaded for it to stop. “MIIIIHIIHIISTER HOWAAAAAAHAHAHARD!! PLEEEEEEEHEEEEHEEEASE!! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! TAAAHAHAKE IT OUT!! PLEEEEEHEEEHEEESE!!” Then she was swept away by wild laughter, her sweat dampened blond hair flying as she thrashed her head.
Jasmine was utterly in shock at how much the hairy caterpillar was tickling her. She would not have believed anything could be worse until the determined, bloated hairball finally wriggled it's way down to the soft, tender hyper ticklish bottom of her deep bellybutton. Jasmine's eyes had been squeezed shut but they flew open as she threw her head back and her back lifted off the table again in a straining trembling arc. A shrill pitiable cry escaped her open mouth that soared into wailing laughter. “AAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAAA!! WAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAAA!!”
A moment later as the industrious caterpillar probed the warm bottom of Jasmine's bellybutton it took one of the soft, silky folds in it's mouth and began lightly sucking on it. “WAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAHAaaaaaaa-. At that point Jasmine's wailing laughter climbed off the charts and resolved into intense, silent laughter.
Mr. Howard was transfixed by the sight. His beautiful student squirming uncontrollably in the grips of unimaginable ticklish sensations. Her mouth wide open in a tormented smile but the breath locked in her throat by frantic silent laughter. He watched her toss her head right and then left, a thin squeak coming from her as she strained to draw breath. Her eyes opening wide for a moment as the caterpillar did something especially devious in her deep ticklish bellybutton and then squeezing shut again as she strained desperately at the bonds holding her hands and fitfully kicked her legs.
When thirty minutes had passed of the caterpillar tickling his beautiful teenaged victim Mr. Howard shook his head in admiration and awe at the wonders of her vibrant desirable body and endurance. Jasmine's smooth belly was shining with sweat as it heaved and trembled. Her beautiful face was red and locked in an expression of open mouthed smiling torment as her silent laughter continued in it's incredible intensity.
Mr. Howard almost regretted using the caterpillar on his gorgeous young student. He was ecstatic that it tickled her so much but he missed the sound of her wild laughter. To be honest the biology teacher had expected Jasmine to pass out some time ago. But apparently the hairy green tickle bug was grazing among the silky folds on the warm bottom of Jasmine's bellybutton. Occasionally the caterpillar would lift it's busy mouth from the fold it was grazing on and go probing for a fresh spot. With this blessed tiny lapse Jasmine would be able to draw a ragged breath and cry out frantic plaintive laughter. Her struggles would have new vigor for a few moments until the caterpillar selected a new sensitive fold and began to lightly nibble and suck on it, at which point Jasmine would be swept away by silent laughter again.
With ten minutes still to go Jasmine finally lost the battle to stay conscious. Lack of air had sapped her strength to the point that the only struggling she could do was tossing her head weakly side to side. Her smooth firm belly was still heaving in and out provocatively with her crazed, silent laughter, the sweat shimmering in the light on her honey colored skin. With one last squeaky attempt to draw a much needed breath Jasmine slumped to the table surface and passed out.
Mr. Howard sighed in disappointment that his unbelievable evening was at an end. The biology teacher appreciatively watched the caterpillar continue to thoughtlessly tickle Jasmine's deep, oval bellybutton. Then he carefully grasped the tail end and removed it as it wriggled and squirmed to stay in it's nice soft haven. The biology teacher released Jasmine from her bonds and checked to make sure the restraints hadn't left any marks. Then he placed a prepared note on her bare belly that basically told her not to tell anyone about this evening. That nothing could be proved and all she would get for her trouble would be to fail her senior year. Just before he left the room the biology teacher spritzed Jasmine's face with some cold water and as she started to come around he walked out to let her wake up alone and mull over the truth of the letter he left her.
Jasmine did read the letter and the inescapable truth of it was Mr. Howard was right. Jasmine hurried out of the room, afraid her tormentor would come back and resume tickling her. The walk home gave her time to pull herself together. The beautiful blond wasn't sure what she was going to do. There were still eight months of school left before she could graduate and get away from the hell that her senior year of high school had become. She would have to keep her belly covered from now on, she knew that. Jasmine didn't know how far into the faculty ranks this desire to tickle had gone but she would have to be careful around all the teachers.
In the months ahead this plan doesn't work out very well for Jasmine.
Jasmine made her way to school with her dark blond hair in a ponytail wearing a thin, white short sleeve button up top and snug low riding hip hugger jeans. Her full breasts were barely contained in a white bra so as not to show through her top, but her honey tanned skin shown through, darkening the material slightly. As Jasmine walked through the halls the thin material molded to the sensuous curves of her firm sides and the bottom was short enough to show a couple of inches of her silky lower belly. But what really caught the eye was the wide, oval outline of her deep bellybutton that shone through the sheer fabric. One person in particular was paying attention to that outline, Jasmine's biology teacher Mr. Howard.
Mr. Howard was a text book biologist in appearance. About 5'8” and noticeably chubby with a balding head and thick glasses. His academic passion was insects and he had a classroom and large storage room full of them. Mr. Howard had another passion and that was tickling, and he had decided to indulge his passion on the beautiful Jasmine.
In class that day Mr. Howard kept Jasmine after to ask her if she could give him a hand cataloging some new insects after school, for extra credit of course. Jasmine had said yes with a carefree smile and said she would call her parents to ask but it should be fine.
School got out and Mr. Howard waited anxiously in his empty lab. All his preparations were made now he just needed the time to tickle torture his poor unwitting student. Jasmine came walking into the lab shortly after.
“Hi Mr. Howard” she said with a small wave and a smile.
The eager biology teacher had to work to keep from ogling the breath taking high school senior. To make matters worse the bottom button of her thin top had come undone revealing glimpses of more of her tender lower belly and the bottom rim of her beautiful oval bellybutton. Mr. Howard mastered himself and cleared his throat. “Ok Jasmine, first I need you to pick up that clear plastic case and put it on the side table.”
As the unsuspecting young blond did as he asked Mr. Howard inconspicuously closed and locked the thick door to his lab.
Jasmine quizzically studied the clear case. It had two holes to put your hands through into a pair of rubber gloves. Inside the case was bits of bark and grass but nothing else she could see. “Mr. Howard, what is this thing?”
The biology teacher came up beside her “It's a case with a bark scorpion in it but you have to be careful handling it. It's sting is quite painful.” He glanced sideways at Jasmine and casually asked. “How long do I have you for Jasmine? There is quite a bit to do.”
Jasmine grinned and said “I figured it would take a while so I told my parents I would be here at least three hours.”
Mr. Howard secretly rejoiced. That was plenty of time, his plan was a go. “Well, let's get started. Jasmine go ahead and reach your hands into the gloves.”
Jasmine set her slim hands in the opening and pushed them into the gloves. Immediately she felt something fasten firmly over her wrists. A little bewildered she pulled her hands out and saw each one had a padded cuff fastened around the wrist. Wordlessly she raised her hands to her biology teacher with a faint look of apprehension as though she had just broke something.
Mr. Howard huffed out a breath in mock annoyance.“Those dang cuffs are always coming loose, they are supposed to stay attached to the gloves. See these rings on the side? They are supposed to keep the cuff attached. Take a seat on this big exam table while I get something to get those off of you.”
Jasmine shrugged good naturedly and hopped up on the end of the table letting her feet swing.
The chubby biology teacher returned immediately and said “Let me see your hands.”
As Jasmine held her hands out Mr. Howard said “Hey Jasmine, have you seen my new diagram on the wall there on your left explaining the nervous system?” While Jasmine idly looked over to the wall her biology teacher quickly fastened a slim metal bar about six inches long to the rings on the cuffs, binding them together. With no preamble the balding little teacher rapidly brought Jasmine's bound hands over head and pulled her over onto her back as he fastened the bar to a clamp at the head of the table.
Completely baffled Jasmine let out a small confused sound as Mr. Howard pulled her right leg straight and grabbed a padded cuff that had hung unnoticed under the end of the table, quickly securing it around her ankle. Jasmine was only just reacting to the lightning assault when her biology teacher grabbed her left leg to strap it in. The suddenly panicking young beauty managed to feebly kick twice before Mr. Howard got the cuff secured around her ankle and pulled the short restraining straps tight on both ankles.
With alarm Jasmine took in her situation. Her arms were secured above her head six inches apart and her legs were stretched straight with her ankles firmly lashed down. She wasn't stretched to the point of discomfort but she was only able to move a little. Jasmine gave her biology teacher a confused look “Mr. Howard?.....”
The chubby teacher strolled up to stand at Jasmine's hip. “It's simple really Jasmine. I need to observe insects in different environments. Today that environment is you. But first there is the task of learning this new environment. Like for example where you are ticklish.” Then he reached over and began unbuttoning the trapped teens white top.
Jasmine's blue eyes went wide in panicked recognition of what was coming and she began tugging desperately at her bonds while she screamed in a panicked voice, “Heeeeelp!! Somebody help me!! Help me please!!”
Mr. Howard finished unbuttoning the top and laid it wide open to gaze appreciatively at Jasmine's firm smooth, honey gold tummy. As Jasmine continued screaming Mr. Howard calmly said, “Really Jasmine, all that noise is useless. The school is empty and no one could hear you outside this room anyway. Not through that door.”
Jasmine's screams died away to be replaced with fearful panting as the truth of her situation became clear.
The biology teacher took the tails of her thin top and tied them together right under the blond beauty's full, firm breasts. This bared Jasmine's sleek, sensuous belly in it's entirety, from the top of her rib cage to the low slung waist band of her tight jeans.
“There, we have to be sure all the traditional ticklish areas are exposed for testing.” Mr. Howard explained helpfully.
Jasmine's gaze darted frantically around the room searching for some way to escape as her mind whirled in fearful anticipation This can't be happening again! Why do these people want to tickle me! Don't they understand how wild it drives me?!
Mr. Howard gave Jasmine a speculative look and said, “Unless you want to save us some time and just tell me where your most ticklish spot is.”
Jasmine barely fought off the impulse to glance worriedly at her sensitive, deep oval bellybutton. Oh my god, please don't let him tickle my bellybutton!
Being strapped down like she was Jasmine was completely vulnerable and helpless and she knew it. She could imagine how irresistible her wide open bellybutton must look to this twisted tickler. Ever since Ms. Binder had given her deep bellybutton a crude but effective tickling and clearly brought it to Jasmine's attention how insanely ticklish her bellybutton was, the young high school senior was terrified of it happening again.
Jasmine gave her biology teacher a guarded look, pressed her full lips together and shook her head no.
Mr. Howard smiled knowingly and said, “You don't want to tell me? Why not?”
“Well, because if I tell you where my most ticklish spot is....you'll tickle me there.” Jasmine answered nervously.
The balding teacher said in a gently chiding tone, “Jasmine what makes you think I'm not going to find it on my own? It's not like you can stop me. But you have a fair point. I suggest some field experimentation. How about I ask you three questions and then I see if I can guess where your most ticklish spot is? If I'm wrong I let you go free.”
Jasmine opened her mouth to hastily agree but the bespectacled man warned her, “Don't think you can lie to me. I reserve the right to verify my findings.” As he wiggled his fingers suggestively.
Jasmine nervously cleared her throat and said “Deal, three questions and then you guess and I can't lie.”
Mr. Howard nodded and then creased his brow as though thinking hard. “Okay, first question. If you had to choose between me tickling your feet or your armpits, which would you choose?”
As he finished the question Mr. Howard walked to the lower end of the table and began removing her shoes.
Jasmine stared at him tensely as she realized he meant to follow through on the question. “My feet I guess.”
The biology teacher nodded with a smile as he pulled the ankle socks off of her small perfect feet. With no hesitation he began clawing lightly on the bottom of Jasmine's right foot.
Jasmine immediately burst into giggles, scrunching up her toes and trying to wave her feet as Mr. Howard moved his tickling to her left foot. Jasmine's adorable, girlish giggles danced through the air of the room for another ten minutes before her tormenting teacher stopped.
“Okay, that was informative.” Mr. Howard nodded. “Next question is this. If you had to choose between me tickling your armpits or your belly, which would you choose?”
Jasmine couldn't stop herself from reflexively sucking in her smooth, sensitive belly a little at the thought of it being tickled. I can't choose for him to tickle my belly, she thought frantically.
“My armpits I guess.” she answered unhappily.
Mr. Howard moved immediately to the top of the table to Jasmine's stretched, smooth underarms. The short sleeves of Jasmine's top were wide enough for the biology teacher to easily get his fingers in and he began rapidly spidering his fingers in the silky hollows.
Jasmine jerked and let out a startled squeak that was followed by sweet, musical laughter. The flushed young blond ducked her chin down and stubbornly tried to suppress her ticklish reaction which she knew her devilish teacher loved, but a second later she was trilling laughter as his fingers alternated between poking and bicycling in her underarms.
This went on for fifteen more minutes before Mr. Howard was satisfied. He stepped away from his ticklish victim and gave her ten minutes to catch her breath.
As he stepped back up to the table Jasmine seemed recovered. Her blue eyes were cautiously hopeful as she said. “One more question and we're done right?”
Her pudgy biology teacher regarded her with a little pity. He probably shouldn't have been surprised that the sweet natured young angel couldn't see what was coming next. Her mind was focused on getting free, and had jumped the obvious procession of the experimentation.
Mr. Howard nodded. “That's right. One more question and I take my guess.” The bookish looking middle aged nerd tapped his chin as he appeared to puzzle over what to ask. He smirked to himself evilly as he saw Jasmine's soft lips turn up at the corners in the beginning of a hopeful grin.
Mr. Howard nodded and said. “Okay. My question is this. If you had to choose between me tickling your belly or your bellybutton which would you choose?”
Jasmine's grin faded before it fully formed and her lips stayed parted in shock. Her mouth worked silently for a moment as she fumbled for something to say. “Uh....neither.” she finally blurted.
Mr. Howard regarded her sternly. “Now Jasmine you have to choose one, that's the game.”
Jasmine looked at her captor beseechingly “I don't want to play anymore. Just let me go please. Please let me go.”
A calm, merciless expression came over Mr. Howard's face. “Choose one Jasmine, or I will tickle both.”
Jasmine's brow wrinkled in consternation as she fitfully tugged at her bonds. This is a nightmare! My belly is so ticklish I can't stand it. But my bellybutton is worse!. I can't tell him to tickle me in my bellybutton! I just can't!
Mr. Howard leaned forward and asked sternly “Which do you choose?”
Jasmine frowned in dread and in a timid, reluctant voice said “My belly.”
Mr. Howard nodded eagerly and went to get something off a side table. He came back with a short handled brush with stiff bristles about half a finger long. “This is a brush I use to descale delicate fish specimens I get.” he explained as he passed it up and down Jasmine's forearm. “It needs to be the right combination of stiff and soft, should be perfect for this.”
The fiendish biology teacher then took the brush and began firmly scrubbing it back and forth over Jasmine's silky lower belly.
Jasmine's mouth dropped open in horrified amazement as her back arched off the table and she cried out unbridled, frantic laughter. “Haaaaaahahahahahahahah! Ohmygaaaaaahahahahahahahahahah! Staaaaaaaahahahp! Pleasepleasepleeeeeeheeheeeheehahahahhahhahaha!!
Jasmine lowered her back and desperately sucked in her firm, smooth tummy. Trying to escape the awful bristles but they kept scratching over her trembling lower belly, increasing it's sensitivity by the second.
Mr. Howard changed tactics quickly and swept the brush up one side of her belly and down the other in rapid succession, then passed the brush just under Jasmine's lowest rib a few times. He brushed around the circuit of her ticklish tummy for a couple of minutes then went back down and continued brushing back and forth over Jasmine's faintly glowing lower belly.
Jasmine was hysterical, as the brush moved around her helpless belly she would let out startled squeaks and screams, inner mixed with her tormented laughter. When Mr. Howard returned to sliding the bristles over her more sensitive lower belly Jasmine arched her back again and shrieked laughter.
“Neeeeeeehahahahahahahhah! Mr.Howaaaaaahahahahahahahahahah! Nooooohohohohohohoh! Haaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahah!
The balding little man switched the brush to his left hand and kept dragging it back and forth while he used his right hand to squeeze Jasmine's firm, curvy left side. He lightly pinched his way down to just above her hip bone and then firmly kneaded his way up to just under her bottom rib.
Jasmine shuddered and tried to flinch away from the biology teachers tickling fingers as her laughter hitched up in intensity and tears of laughter welled up in her eyes.
After Mr. Howard had pinched and squeezed his way up and down the sweet curve of Jasmine's side several times he abruptly stopped tickling and lifted the brush away.
The panting teenaged beauty was too out of breath to speak. She mumbled some garbled plea for mercy as her sensuous, sleek belly heaved with her heavy breathing.
The biology teacher watched with a keen eye and when he judged that his desperate young victim had recovered her senses he stepped back up to the table. “Right, so the brush was to stimulate your nerve endings and make you more sensitive. Let's see if it worked.”
Jasmine gaped at her tormentor in stunned disbelief. She opened her mouth to frantically plead for him to stop when his fingertips began lightly dancing over her trembling tummy.
Jasmine squeezed her eyes shut and thrashed her head back and forth as she tried to swivel and roll her hips in short fruitless wriggles.
“Nopleeeeeeeheeeeheeeeehahahahahahhahahaaaaa! Nnnaaaaahahhahahahahahah! Nomorhorhor! Haaahahahahahah!
Mr. Howard kept the fingertips of one hand whispering across Jasmine's gleaming lower belly while his other hand lightly scratched, squeezed and pinched over the rest of the smooth heaving surface of Jasmine's exquisitely ticklish tummy.
“I have to tell you Jasmine. You have a gorgeous belly. Soft, yet firm. So temptingly smooth and it seems to be pretty ticklish too.”
“Waaaahahahahahahahahaaaa!” Jasmine cried out helpless laughter as she turned her tear streaked face into her left arm in some scatter brained need to hide her face from her torturer in embarrassment.
Jasmine was in uncharted waters. The only previous tickling experience she had was the brutish Ms. Binder and she had really only briefly tickled Jasmine's sensitive belly. Her biology teacher was giving her helpless tummy a merciless and skilled tickling and showing her that she hadn't known what belly tickling was. It was twisting her mind around in a blur of searing, tortuous sensations.
Mr. Howard had only planned on tickling Jasmine's tummy for 15 minutes but he was enjoying himself so much he went on for an extra 10 minutes. Though time meant nothing to Jasmine, it felt like days.
Finally the biology teacher lifted his tormenting fingers away and Jasmine's ringing laughter trailed off to a frustrated sob.
Mr. Howard looked in Jasmine's blue eyes swimming with tears and asked “Why are you crying?”
The panting beauty swallowed and in an angry tremulous voice said, “I'm crying because I hate what you're doing to me! I'm so ticklish on my belly and you're tickling it so much, I-I can't stand it!”
Mr. Howard nodded understandably. “Well the game is over. So it's time for me to choose. And I know where you're most ticklish.”
At Jasmine's fearful, teary eyed expression the nerdy looking teacher said “This game was rigged Jasmine. I talked to Ms. Binder.”
Jasmine blanched in fear at the physically imposing woman's name and couldn't stop herself from glancing at her deep, soft vulnerable bellybutton anxiously.
“We both know I know the answer.” Mr. Howard said as he lightly trailed a fingertip down the center of Jasmine's smooth belly, slowly headed for the delicious oval opening.
Jasmine bit her lower lip and squirmed tensely, never breaking eye contact with her tickler. A moment later her eyes widened and her lips parted in a surprised squeal as Mr. Howard carefully ran a fingertip around the gleaming rim of her helpless bellybutton.
The biology teacher lifted his fingertip away. “But here's what I'll do. I'll give you the chance to tell me where you're most ticklish. If you do I promise I won't tickle you there.”
Jasmine blinked in surprise and then gave a pretty scowl of doubt.
“Honest Jasmine. I mean I could just tickle you right now but I'm giving you this chance.”
Jasmine mulled it over for a moment more and then reluctantly nodded. “Okay....okay” The beautiful blond met his gaze for a moment and hesitantly said. “I'm most ticklish in....in....my bellybutton.”
Mr. Howard smiled maliciously and said. “Of course you are! Any bellybutton that beautiful has got to be ticklish. Well, we're going to find out just how ticklish it is.”
Jasmine stiffened in shock. “But...but you promised. You said if I told you....you wouldn't tickle my bellybutton.”
Mr. Howard assumed a wounded expression. “Jasmine! Just because I shamelessly rigged the “where is your most ticklish spot” game doesn't mean I don't have any honor. I said I wouldn't tickle you in your bellybutton and I won't.”
The chubby little man then waved an encompassing hand at the wall of glass containers of varied sizes containing all manner of wriggling insects and creepy crawlies. “But they will.”
Jasmine's wide blue eyes tracked over the shelves of insects behind her teacher in foreboding. There were some icky things in those glass containers and she certainly didn't want them crawling on her.
Mr. Howard spent a moment checking the restraints holding Jasmine's arms over her head and her feet strapped down. Satisfied, he strolled up beside the table at the pretty blond's hip and thoughtfully surveyed the glass containers. “Hmmm, what should I start with?” he mused as he absently ran the palm of his hand over Jasmine's firm belly.
Jasmine bit her lower lip to stifle her giggles and tried to not draw attention to herself by squirming so as to keep the offhand caressing from turning into rampant tickling fingertips.
The chubby teacher pushed his glasses up a little and glanced down as he realized the smooth surface of Jasmine's tummy was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Undoubtedly this was due to the frantic squirming and wild laughter that had accompanied the enthusiastic tickling he had just given that tummy.
“You must be thirsty Jasmine. Would you like some water? It will help refresh you.” The biology teacher asked as he walked over to a nearby table and picked up a quart sized sports bottle.
The blond beauty twisted at her bonds fruitlessly as she raised her head to give her tormentor a pleading look. “Please let me go Mr. Howard!” Jasmine begged. “I won't tell anyone I swear. Please! Please don't tickle me anymore!”
The chubby teacher brought the water bottle over and put the plastic straw to Jasmine's full lips. “Do you want some water? This is your chance.”
Jasmine's throat was dry and sore from all her tortured laughter. So she interrupted her pleas for freedom to greedily suck down half the bottle. When Mr. Howard lifted the bottle away though his young victim resumed her whimpering cries for mercy. “Pleeeeeease don't tickle me anymore! I can't stand it! Please Mr. Howa-”
Jasmine's begging broke off suddenly and she shrunk back against the table as her balding teacher leaned over her threateningly. “Jasmine I do not want to hear this whining to be set free anymore! I don't want to gag you because I want to hear your beautiful laughter, so here's what's going to happen. If you say one more word that isn't laughter induced I am going to lick your bellybutton for the next hour! A solid hour of my tongue tickling in your sweet bellybutton. Do you understand me?!”
Jasmine's blue eyes were wide in dread and brimming with fresh tears as she nodded shakily.
The biology teacher straightened up with a cheerful grin as if nothing had happened and went and got a glass box with some branches inside that were crawling with large ants. “You see Jasmine, a lot of an ants communication and decision making is based on smell, such as pheromones. This is true of many insects actually. Utilizing this I'll be able to control where these various insects crawl on you.”
Jasmine glanced worriedly at the tender oval opening of her deep, luscious bellybutton and whimpered helplessly. Mr. Howard noticed her look and smiled knowingly. “Don't worry just yet angel. That will come later. But since nothing would keep these critters out of your bellybutton we're gonna cover it up in a way.”
The balding little man went and got what looked like an oval lens for a microscope and brought it back over to a frowning Jasmine. Carefully he fit the lens in the wide oval opening of his captive's beautiful bellybutton but stopped a moment later. “Huh, this lens isn't big enough, have to go a size bigger. Whew, that is an amazing bellybutton you have there honey.”
A minute later Mr. Howard had the lens in place and was placing three drops of a clear liquid on Jasmine's belly. “This is a pheromone that tells the ants to stay in this area and search for food. And they are very industrious.” he said with a wink.
The biology teacher opened the top of the box and set it on the table beside the bound teen then he carefully grabbed the largest branch fragment and pulled it halfway out to rest on the table near Jasmine's left side.
The anxious young blond craned her head trying to see the impending ant swarm but couldn't see anything over her own full, firm breasts. A moment later she stiffened and inhaled sharply as she felt the first of the ants skittering on the firm curve of her side. Moments later the forerunners of the swarm were crawling on the flat, trembling surface of Jasmine's sensitive belly.
Jasmine had her eyes squeezed shut and a tense grin on her face as she fought to control her laughter. A little squeak escaped her lips as more ants flocked on to her smooth tummy and like a magnet were drawn to the sweet oval opening of her bellybutton but were rebuffed by the lens.
A breathless giggle forced it's way out and Jasmine couldn't stop herself from wriggling her hips in torment. The ants were mainly concentrated from her bellybutton up to her bottom rib, so the little biology teacher added a few drops of a different pheromone to Jasmine's silky lower belly and set a handful of centipedes loose.
Jasmine had been holding it together pretty well but when she felt the hundreds of scratchy legs on her sensitive lower belly she lost her control. “Aaaaahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! Noooooohooooo! Naaaaaahahahahahahhaahahaaaa!!”
Jasmine strained tremendously at her bonds as she cried out dismayed laughter. She arched her back as much as she could trying to shake the tickling insects off as her firm tummy heaved in and out with her exertion and laughter. It was like a dam had let go. Now even the ants were intolerable and there were hundreds of them.
The insect torture lasted half an hour. Mr. Howard swapped out the insects at 5 minute intervals. Wood beetles in place of the ants. Garden spiders in place of the centipedes and so on. When it was concluded and the biology teacher had carefully swept the last of the hairy legged fangless tarantulas off Jasmine's gleaming tummy he brought her the water bottle again.
The beautiful high school senior was panting from the ordeal and wordlessly gulped down the water. Her dark blond hair had mostly come free from it's neat ponytail with all her head tossing and was clinging to the gleaming perspiration on her face and neck.
Mr. Howard grinned fondly at her disheveled appearance. “Here Jasmine, I'll just let your hair all the way down.” The chubby teacher carefully removed the rest of Jasmine's blond hair from the failing ponytail and let it fan out on the table beneath her. “Would you like some more water, you've really been sweating.” Jasmine nodded contritely and Mr. Howard went and filled the bottle again.
As Jasmine wordlessly drank some more water the balding little biology teacher grinned knowingly. “You're doing very well at not talking unnecessarily Jasmine. You really really must not want me licking you in your bellybutton.” Jasmine took a last swallow of water and nodded hesitantly. Mr. Howard brightened and exclaimed “You do want me to lick you in your bellybutton?” And then he laughed as Jasmine earnestly shook her head no.
Mr. Howard looked at the clock and sighed as he saw he was on his last hour. “Well, unfortunately Jasmine that is what it comes down to.” As Jasmine stared at him in dismay the biology teacher went and grabbed two small jars. “To conclude our evening there will be a race between these two caterpillars.” He held up the jars and Jasmine saw that each contained a smooth skinned caterpillar less than an inch long. One was green and one was bone white.
The chubby teacher moved back to the restraining table and deftly popped the lens barrier out of the wide oval opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton as she stiffened nervously. Mr. Howard grinned and said, “They will race from your fourth rib down to your bellybutton, the first one in wins.”
Jasmine frowned and a second later Mr. Howard laughed cheerfully. “Think of the caterpillars as race horses that we are betting on. Now the caterpillars themselves would tickle your bellybutton fairly well but that's not the crescendo I wanted for this magical evening. If my caterpillar wins I will lick you in your beautiful bellybutton for the rest of the hour.” Jasmine's brows drew down and she opened her mouth as if to strenuously object.
Mr. Howard held up a hand and said, “But if your caterpillar wins then this green little guys big brother will tickle you in your bellybutton instead.” With that the short little biology teacher grinned fiendishly and produced another jar. Jasmine gasped in dismay as she saw the caterpillar crawling sluggishly around the jar. It was green like the other one but was densely covered in long fine hairs that waved and undulated as it moved. This new freakish caterpillar was also larger, being as big around as a grown man's index finger and twice as long as it's less sinister little brother.
Jasmine's gaze darted frantically between the caterpillar and her tickling captor. She opened her mouth to plead for mercy or scream for help but closed it with a low whimper or she would have had Mr. Howard's tongue in her bellybutton right then.
The chubby biology teacher watched Jasmine's reaction with satisfaction. Then he set the jars down and said. “In the spirit of good sportsmanship I will let you choose which caterpillar is yours.” Quickly he held up his hand as if to forestall a hasty choice. “Before you choose I would like to give you some helpful facts about this bloated little hairball.” he said indicating the jar. “These caterpillars eat leaves but they don't bite off a mouthful. They suck on a section until it dissolves in their little hairy mouth. Their saliva is pretty similar to ours so it takes a awhile. Now I don't know what that might feel like on the soft warm bottom of your bellybutton....but you might consider that my tongue would be preferable....tickling wise.”
Jasmine stared at her biology teacher in horror then she gave a muted cry and began struggling wildly at her bonds. She was securely restrained so there wasn't a lot of movement but the young blond went through all the motions desperately. “Oh my God no!! “ she screamed silently in her head. “That caterpillar will send me into hysterics! I don't want that thing tickling me!! More than that I don't want Mr. Howard to have his way. He's dying to lick my bellybutton. That would be unbearable! His tongue in my bellybutton would drive me insane!!” Jasmine gave up struggling with a frustrated cry and looked at her tormentor resignedly.
Mr. Howard nodded and said “Okay, just to let you know, the little green one has won most of the practice races I've ran with them.”
The beautiful high school senior looked at Mr. Howard for permission to speak. He smiled appreciatively and said “You may speak to make this choice.”
Jasmine had decided reluctantly to do what she could so the hairy caterpillar and not Mr. Howard tickled her in the end. She opened her mouth to choose the little green caterpillar to win when she stopped and squinted at her chubby biology teacher suspiciously. “He said the green one wins most of the time. But he really wants to lick me in my bellybutton...so why would he tell me the winner. He's setting me up!” Jasmine cleared her throat and said “I choose the white one.”
Mr. Howard leered at his vibrant teenaged tickle victim. “Really? Well well...sounds like you have decided Ol' Mr. Howard's tongue might feel pretty good in that delicious deep bellybutton of yours.” The short dumpy teacher pushed his glasses up and said “If you want to change your pick this is your last chance.”
Jasmine looked uncertain but she swallowed and shook her head no.
Mr. Howard shrugged. “It's your call angel. Here we go!” The biology teacher retrieved a small glass bottle that looked like a fingernail polish bottle complete with the little brush applicator attached to the lid. “This is the scent that will draw the caterpillars. It is odorless and tasteless to humans and unfortunately the lab synthesized version evaporates quickly so I will have to continually apply it to keep these little guys going the right way.”
As Jasmine watched anxiously the chubby little nerd took out the competing caterpillars and set them carefully on on her barely visible ribs about 6 inches apart. Seeing Jasmine raising her head trying to peer over her own round breasts and failing Mr. Howard winked at her and said, “Yours is on the left.” Jasmine exhaled tensely and laid her head back down, staring intently at the ceiling as she waited in nervous anticipation.
Mr. Howard released the caterpillars shouting, “And they're off!” Jasmine could feel them on her highly sensitized skin as they began trundling around. They seemed to be crawling aimlessly at first but the biology teacher picked up the small bottle and unscrewed the cap, pulling the little brush free. “Time to give them some direction.” he announced as he lightly ran the brush around the firm, sensitive rim of Jasmine's oval bellybutton.
Jasmine's eyes shot open wide as she gasped loudly and sucked in her smooth belly. An instant later the blond beauty tucked her chin down squeezed her eyes shut and burst into adorable squealing laughter. “Eeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeheeeeheeee!!!” The brush completed a circuit and started around again. “Eeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeee!! Nnnaaaaaaahahahaha!! Stop!! Staaaahahaaap!! Eeeeeheeeeheeee!!”
The chubby little biology teacher was grinning ecstatically as he carefully whispered the fine bristles over the squealing girl's smooth, gleaming rim. “I have to keep the scent fresh Jasmine, they're halfway there now.” he explained as he sent the brush gliding around again. Mr. Howard took note that the caterpillars were fairly even in the race as Jasmine sucked in her trembling belly again trying to get her tender rim away from the tickling bristles as she sang out laughter.
When the caterpillars were only a couple of inches away Mr. Howard stopped stroking Jasmine's rim with the pheromone and watched the finish. His green caterpillar had a slight lead he was happy to see.
Jasmine exhaled in relief when the brush was lifted away. As she tried to get her breathing under control she squinted her eyes trying to determine by feel which caterpillar was winning. When she realized that the caterpillar on the right, Mr. Howard's caterpillar was winning she frowned in dismay and closed her eyes. “Oh no oh no oh no!! This horrible man is going to lick me in my bellybutton!!”
Mr. Howard was about to give a shout of triumph when at the rim of Jasmine's bellybutton his caterpillar suddenly veered to the right and seemed as if it was lost. The white caterpillar continued on it's determined course, skittering over the smooth rim and dropping into the soft depths of Jasmine's bellybutton.
The biology teacher watched glumly as the beautiful teenager inhaled sharply and then burst into girlish giggling while she swiveled her hips in response to the little creature wriggling across the bottom of her delicious bellybutton. “Heeeheeeheee....thaaahaaat was miiihiiihiiine riiihiiite? Heeeeeeeheeeheeee!”
Mr. Howard sullenly nodded his head. “Yes Jasmine, your pony won the race. Congratulations.” The biology teacher removed his own failed caterpillar and then got two cotton swabs to gently tweezer the white caterpillar out of it's warm haven. The biology teacher pushed up his glasses and leaned over Jasmine's tempting oval bellybutton, noting with simmering desire that it was so deep that even this close he could barely see the squirming caterpillar on the bottom. Carefully Mr. Howard inserted the cotton swabs, but before he extracted the busy little insect the pouting loser took a few moments for retribution. With a petty grin the dumpy little man took the soft fuzzy heads of the cotton swabs and riffled them across the soft folds on the bottom and then ran them up to lightly stroke the silky roof of Jasmine's bellybutton.
Jasmine's reaction spiked with the vengeful tickling. Her back arched as she tossed her head back and her giggling rocketed into surprised laughter. “HeeheehAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”
Mr. Howard enjoyed his moment and then gently captured the little caterpillar and lifted it out. Jasmine lay there panting, giving her biology teacher a sullen glare as he put the insects away. Mr. Howard gave his victim some more water and let her rest for 10 minutes to get her energy back. As the teacher returned to the table he could see Jasmine twisting her head trying to see the clock. “You have about 40 minutes left here angel.”
Jasmine slumped back flat on the table with a disappointed whimper and an anxious expression as she watched her evil biology teacher bring over the fat hairy caterpillar. Mr. Howard grasped the wriggling, bloated thing between two fingers and held it inches from Jasmine's fearful blue eyes so she could see all the waving hairs, the dozens of skittering little legs and the feathery mandibles that were it's active mouth. “You won the race angel.” the sadistic little man said. “And here's your prize.” With no more preamble Mr. Howard set the caterpillar down right at the bottom rim of Jasmine's deep sensuous bellybutton and let it go.
Without hesitation the fat, hairy caterpillar eagerly skittered forward into the wide oval opening and began wriggling it's bulk inside. Jasmine sucked in her belly with a shocked gasp and looked at her grinning teacher with wide horrified eyes. And then as the fine waving hairs began stroking the sensitive walls of her deep, soft bellybutton, Jasmine lost it. “AAAAAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAAA!!” The hysterical blond beauty arched her back and thrashed her head as she cried out tormented laughter. “AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!! NAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!”
Mr. Howard watched excitedly as Jasmine lowered her back to the table only to arch it again a moment later while she swiveled her hips feverishly and twisted at her bonds in a frenzy. The biology teacher also noticed with interest that the fat, green caterpillar had only worked his way halfway into Jasmine's sweet bellybutton and was still wriggling deeper. He watched Jasmine toss her head to the left and stare at him with her tear filled blue eyes as she laughingly pleaded for it to stop. “MIIIIHIIHIISTER HOWAAAAAAHAHAHARD!! PLEEEEEEEHEEEEHEEEASE!! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! TAAAHAHAKE IT OUT!! PLEEEEEHEEEHEEESE!!” Then she was swept away by wild laughter, her sweat dampened blond hair flying as she thrashed her head.
Jasmine was utterly in shock at how much the hairy caterpillar was tickling her. She would not have believed anything could be worse until the determined, bloated hairball finally wriggled it's way down to the soft, tender hyper ticklish bottom of her deep bellybutton. Jasmine's eyes had been squeezed shut but they flew open as she threw her head back and her back lifted off the table again in a straining trembling arc. A shrill pitiable cry escaped her open mouth that soared into wailing laughter. “AAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAAA!! WAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAAA!!”
A moment later as the industrious caterpillar probed the warm bottom of Jasmine's bellybutton it took one of the soft, silky folds in it's mouth and began lightly sucking on it. “WAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAHAaaaaaaa-. At that point Jasmine's wailing laughter climbed off the charts and resolved into intense, silent laughter.
Mr. Howard was transfixed by the sight. His beautiful student squirming uncontrollably in the grips of unimaginable ticklish sensations. Her mouth wide open in a tormented smile but the breath locked in her throat by frantic silent laughter. He watched her toss her head right and then left, a thin squeak coming from her as she strained to draw breath. Her eyes opening wide for a moment as the caterpillar did something especially devious in her deep ticklish bellybutton and then squeezing shut again as she strained desperately at the bonds holding her hands and fitfully kicked her legs.
When thirty minutes had passed of the caterpillar tickling his beautiful teenaged victim Mr. Howard shook his head in admiration and awe at the wonders of her vibrant desirable body and endurance. Jasmine's smooth belly was shining with sweat as it heaved and trembled. Her beautiful face was red and locked in an expression of open mouthed smiling torment as her silent laughter continued in it's incredible intensity.
Mr. Howard almost regretted using the caterpillar on his gorgeous young student. He was ecstatic that it tickled her so much but he missed the sound of her wild laughter. To be honest the biology teacher had expected Jasmine to pass out some time ago. But apparently the hairy green tickle bug was grazing among the silky folds on the warm bottom of Jasmine's bellybutton. Occasionally the caterpillar would lift it's busy mouth from the fold it was grazing on and go probing for a fresh spot. With this blessed tiny lapse Jasmine would be able to draw a ragged breath and cry out frantic plaintive laughter. Her struggles would have new vigor for a few moments until the caterpillar selected a new sensitive fold and began to lightly nibble and suck on it, at which point Jasmine would be swept away by silent laughter again.
With ten minutes still to go Jasmine finally lost the battle to stay conscious. Lack of air had sapped her strength to the point that the only struggling she could do was tossing her head weakly side to side. Her smooth firm belly was still heaving in and out provocatively with her crazed, silent laughter, the sweat shimmering in the light on her honey colored skin. With one last squeaky attempt to draw a much needed breath Jasmine slumped to the table surface and passed out.
Mr. Howard sighed in disappointment that his unbelievable evening was at an end. The biology teacher appreciatively watched the caterpillar continue to thoughtlessly tickle Jasmine's deep, oval bellybutton. Then he carefully grasped the tail end and removed it as it wriggled and squirmed to stay in it's nice soft haven. The biology teacher released Jasmine from her bonds and checked to make sure the restraints hadn't left any marks. Then he placed a prepared note on her bare belly that basically told her not to tell anyone about this evening. That nothing could be proved and all she would get for her trouble would be to fail her senior year. Just before he left the room the biology teacher spritzed Jasmine's face with some cold water and as she started to come around he walked out to let her wake up alone and mull over the truth of the letter he left her.
Jasmine did read the letter and the inescapable truth of it was Mr. Howard was right. Jasmine hurried out of the room, afraid her tormentor would come back and resume tickling her. The walk home gave her time to pull herself together. The beautiful blond wasn't sure what she was going to do. There were still eight months of school left before she could graduate and get away from the hell that her senior year of high school had become. She would have to keep her belly covered from now on, she knew that. Jasmine didn't know how far into the faculty ranks this desire to tickle had gone but she would have to be careful around all the teachers.
In the months ahead this plan doesn't work out very well for Jasmine.
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