Level 5 Marie

Sitting in class, I blinked my tired eyes as I stared at the board 30ft from me. My history professor was a bald bearded man with wrinkles that could put an old hag to shame. The morning excitement finally died down after Liz blew me.

Marie had finished another quest of squats once more, and I was slowly waiting for her quest timer to finish so I could give her another. My phone had vibrated a bit, telling me she had finished, but I had to wait until class ended because my history teacher was rather attentive to his students. Thankfully, class ended early and everyone had filled out giving me a chance to look at my phone in a relatively empty classroom. When I opened up the app though, I was not expecting what I saw.

Congratulations! Marie has finished her quest......

Congratulations! Marie has reached level 5! For being the first target to reach level 5 you are awarded 5 Perk Points!

Perk Tree open for Marie!

I nearly pumped my fist in the air, not expecting the perks to come like that. However, I stopped as I read the second line.

'Perk Tree? What the hell is that?'

Opening up Marie, I found her information and widened my eyes in shock.

Name: Marie
Surname: Swan
Gender: Female
Age : 31
Level 5 (2 / 50 xp)
Fetish(s): Hand Jobs, Domination
Class: Secretary
Perks : Physical 2, Shared Senses 1

Perk Tree

I clicked the perk tree and was pleasantly surprised! The perk tree allowed a target to add perks to their own body by spending their own perk points!

'But I don't know how many perk points they have? Have they been gaining them this whole time? Does this mean they have a list of ALL perks I can give them for rewards?....maybe I should get one of them to show me their phone?......hmmmm'

Shrugging at the newest development, I gave Marie her reward of loosing weight and gave her another quest. Finally though, Tess was open to gain a new quest. However, since I had not been confronted by Tess, I was left with a few options. Originally I was going to get her to forget everything, but now......it was kind of hawt that she didn't know.

Grinning, I pulled out her quest and decided to try something new.

'Maybe this can help push her along to be my slutty maid and use those massive tits of hers on my cock...'

Chuckling, I sent the quest before standing up and walking out of the room. I walked over to my car before sitting in it and clenching my fists. There was one more thing I needed to do. I had enough perk points for it after all.

Target added!

I wanted to laugh like a mad man, but held it together. Instead, I opened up the new target I gained. It was about damn time.

Name: Sam
Surname: Johnson
Gender: Female
Age : 29
Level 1 (0 / 10 xp)
Fetish(s): Tickle ****, Bondage, Feet Tickling, Domination
Class:
Perks :

Add Quest

Add Class

My mouth hung open as I stared at Mrs. Johnson--I mean Sam's information.

'Why are all these women freaks!?'

I was honestly not expecting that. To think that the uptight, BOMBSHELL of a woman had a fetish for being tied up and what looked to be tickle tortured. Specifically it seems on her feet.

"She doesn't give off that kind of vibe at all!.......but its actually kind of hot...."

Imagining Sam tied up laughing herself crazy as she was tickled seemed like a really hot way of tormenting the woman who put him through the most shit.

'The only problem though is the fact that I don't know how to give her quests that would put her into a position to let ME do those things.....'

Leaning back into my car's chair, I wondered what kind of quest I should give Sam. If Sam was like Miss Marie, then I could give her quests every hour, but if she was like everyone else, then it would be 24hrs.

'So I need something that will cause lasting effects long after the quest finishes....Hmmmm.....how about this then?'

I switched the toggle awareness on for any quests she gained and then switched them off for everyone else before sending out the quest.

Quest: Daydream about Jonathan tying you up and tickling you in the ways that turn you on the most, but you are forbidden to cum until the end of Jonathan's shift at the store.

I was about to close out the screen when I remembered that I could give Sam a class too! And there was actually one that I remembered seeing that would be perfect for Sam's fetishes!

Name: Sam
Surname: Johnson
Gender: Female
Age : 29
Level 1 (0 / 10 xp)
Fetish(s): Tickle ****, Bondage, Feet Tickling, Domination
Class: Tickle Slut
Perks :

Chuckling, I started my car and sped off to work. Today was going to be a fun day, I could feel it.

Sam cursed as she tossed her phone onto the passenger's seat.

"I knew I shouldn't have married that bastard!"

Sam had thought that the man she married was great and would accept everything about her. However, she still hid her fetishes until after their wedding night because of how many times she was rejected. Which apparently was a mistake because her husband, ever since that point, had been disgusted by her fetishes and refused to participate in anything she liked. He said it was weird and turned him off. He had even said over the next year of their marriage that he wished she had told him beforehand. They had only been married for a year and already things had gone off the rails! What's worse, she had been so pissed off at everything for the past few months because she had not been able to cum!

'It's nothing crazy! Just tie me up and fuck me! Guys like that! I thought he would be ok with that, but once he tied me up, when I asked him to tickle my feet, BOOM. Upset and whinny as he left the room to jerk off to some porn, leaving me tied up like that until bed saying that I had to think about what I had done. Like I'M the problem! Tickling isn't bad! It's hot! Sexy! Just do it ONCE DAMN IT I'M SO FREAKING HORNY!!!'

Sam had, had this "problem" ever since she was 18 when she participated in a study to find out how nerves in the feet could be stimulated to induce reactions in other parts of the body. Well, Sam had unintentionally gained a side effect from the study's actions that she wasn't expecting. She needed the money, so she participated, but ever since the study, she could no longer orgasm unless her feet were tickled. She couldn't even do it to herself either!

At first Sam didn't think it was a big deal, she could just ask a boyfriend to do it, but over the years, she had pushed away boyfriend after boyfriend who found her interests weird and not sexy. So she turned to online videos and _boy _were there a TON of tickling videos, pictures, and stories that helped turn Sam's small enjoyment into a full blown fetish.

It got so bad that she found herself going down rabbit hole after rabbit hole of porn sights and stories and pictures that turned a small tickling fetish into a, tie me up tight and don't stop tickling my feet until go crazy, kind of deal. She even managed to find a dominatrix who would do what Sam wanted for a fee since she couldn't get off otherwise. However, Sam had hoped in her heart that she could have the man she loved one day tickle her into the crazy mess she always wanted to be.

Sadly, it seems the guy she thought she loved, was not the one.

Sam didn't know what to do after being unable to cum for the past year straight! What's worse, her dominatrix, who was the only one she could actually talk about this with, was out exploring the world with her lesbian lover and wouldn't be back before spring next year. This left with Sam being incredibly irritable, and her marriage quickly falling into a divorce!

ALL BECAUSE HE WOULDN'T TICKLE HER DAMN FEET!!

Sam gripped her steering wheel in pent up horny anger as she stared at the store she worked at. It was going to be another one of _those _days, Sam could feel it. Her nipples were hard and already she wanted to finger herself, despite knowing she wouldn't be able to cum.

That's when Sam noticed Jonathan parking his car in the lot.

'Fucking perv...'

Sam had seen him the day before, obviously sexting.

'I bet his girlfriend can't cum with his needle dick either....'

Sam shook her head as she thought about how he had actually sent a dick pic before work, like _that _was the appropriate place to do such a thing! Such a perverted brat.

Sam stared as Jonathan stepped out of his car, spotting _her _in her car, and actually waving with a smile on his face. Sam was about to open her door and sneer at the obvious attempts to keep her out of his hair at work, but stopped herself.

'Won't work brat! The only way you can get me out of your hair is if you tie me up yourself and tickle my feet until I cry.'

Imagining Jonathan doing such a thing sent shivers of pleasure through Sam's body unlike anything she had felt before. Attempting to shake off the strange thoughts of one of her employees tying her up and tickling her, her mind quickly switched to him hogtying her in the breakroom and mercilessly brushing her feet with hairbrushes dipped in baby oil to make them slick and extra tickly.

Nipples now hard as diamonds, Sam swallowed hard as she began to see Jonathan tying her up and torturing her poor sensitive feet in public, none the wiser to how much having her feet tickled turned her on but him and her. As she began to imagine more and more fantasies, Sam realized she was soaking wet down there. Startled at how pent up she was that she would imagine one of her employees doing something like that, Sam quickly stepped out of the car and rushed into the store's break room.

However, as she passed stations and other employees Sam imagined Jonathan tying her spread eagle onto the counter as Jonathan put up a sign for all the workers to take a turn at mercilessly tickling her feet while Jonathan whispered how they would never stop, that I would always be tickled on my feet. That I was born for one thing and one thing only, to be tickled on my sexy, sensitive feet.

Sam blushed furiously as she rushed into the break room's bathroom and into a stall. She pulled down her pants and tried to flick her nub in a futile way of forcing her over the edge. She had tried this years ago, to stimulate herself while imagining her feet being tickled, but it never sent her over the edge, it only made her more frustrated! This action seemed to be the same as back then, but she had to do something. She was just having too many horny fantasies to not!

Sam then imagined two holes in the stall walls next to her, where Jonathan would **** her feet into the holes into a perfect split. Then under her, he would thrust his hard cock inside her slick cunt. On the other sides of the walls were all the women she insulted, wronged, or otherwise who wanted to mercilessly torment her feet for what she did to them.

All the while, Sam would listen to the whispers of Jonathan in her ear saying that this is her life, forever. Sam could see it. Her toes tied back, arches taunt on her massive size 18 feet. Fingers, feathers, brushes, pointed metal fingertips, rollers, everything she could imagine was tormenting her poor, oversensitive feet to insanity from all those crazed faces of merciless women. What's worse, Sam could imagine herself laughing and begging for more!

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!"

I hadn't seen Mrs. Johnson since my shift started close to 4 hours ago. One of the women had gone to check on her and said that she was in the bathroom with a bad stomach bug, which caused me to chuckle to myself.

'Man she must be going crazy in there.'

I didn't feel bad one bit as 4 hours slowly turned to 8 and then to 12 before finally my shift was almost over. The entire time I was working, Mrs. Johnson didn't leave the bathroom ONCE. Every time I thought about that, I got hard thinking that she must be furiously fingering herself, so confused as to why she couldn't cum no matter how much she tried.

All I had to do to end my shift was to clock out and she would, I couldn't wait to hear her screams of pleasure!

Most people had left and I was the last one locking up the store behind Mrs. Johnson. However, after everyone else left, and I turned off the lights, I didn't clock out. Instead, I walked over to the women's restroom and slowly, quietly opened the door. What I heard, hell, what I _smelled _was exactly what I was hoping for.

Sex filled the bathroom so much that I could swear the mirrors were fogged up. I could here it as I got closer too. The slick sounds of something being furiously slammed in and out of something wet. Looking down, I noticed a small puddle had formed on the floor in the middle stall. Staying quiet, I walked closer until I was just out of reach of Sam seeing my feet from under the stall.

I listened for a few moments to her quiet moans and begging.

"please.......more.....yes.....tickle me......harder......Jonathan.....my poor feet........don't stop......make me cum......I'm yours.....more..."

My erection was throbbing with every word she whispered and moaned. I couldn't take it! Swallowing hard, I left quickly to grab the clock out machine, bringing it into the bathroom with me. Hearing how needy she was, the moans she was making, I was going to enjoy this. I had been blue balled by her for far to long and tormented by her for months. This was it! I was going to get my ****.

"I see you are having fun Sam."

My voice, while not loud, echoed in the bathroom. Immediately the sounds stopped, her panting, moaning, the fingering of herself, it all stopped. Before Sam could speak, I continued.

"I was about to clock out, but since you were still here, I decided to check on you.......I'm glad I did....you naughty girl."

I was too turned on and began to say things I shouldn't. But I didn't care. I began to pull out my straining member and slowly stroke it's long length.

"You know what naughty girls deserve?"

Sam hadn't said anything, but I could hear the slight slicking of fluids again as I imagined Sam fingering herself. My hand started to move faster over my cock. I took a breath before whispering into the empty bathroom.

"Naughty girls get tickled."

Almost instantly a loud moan rang out as the sounds resumed even faster than before. I grinned and let out one of my own before continuing.

"Where should I tickle you?.......your armpits?........you massive tits?.......your stomach?......your ribs?........your thighs?"

As I listed off things one after another, I stroked harder, faster and the moans grew louder and louder behind the stall.

"How about that naughty pussy of yours? No....I think I need to go lower.....all the way down....to your most ticklish spot...."

The fingering sounded more like she was fisting her poor cunt as Sam was practically whimpering in lust. But she bit her tongue though, waiting for it and I would deliver as I got close.

"Naughty girls--AHNN--should be tickled--MMMM--on the best spot too tickle---MMMMMMHMMM---your feet!"

That was it, the tipping point.

"AHHHHHHAHHAYEEEESSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! MYYYYY FEEEEEHHHHHHEEEEEEETTTT!!!"

Sam must have been going insane with lust as I teased her verbally. I was going to push it further, but I was reaching my limit as well. Deciding to go over the edge, I knocked onto the stall door.

"Let me in and I'll make you CUUUUMMM!"

It took only a second before the lock switched off and I opened the stall to see Sam, drenched in sweat and lust. Her body completely naked as she fingered her pussy mercilessly and grabbed at her massive tits. The way her eyes and lips called to me with arousal was just calling to me. She glanced down at my long, throbbing cock in my hand and moaned louder than ever.

"STICKKK IT IN ME AND TICKLE MY NAUGHTY FEEEEETT!!!"

I didn't have to be told twice as I finally lost my virginity to the soaked pussy of my boss. Sam practically gripped my head as she kissed me. Her pussy sent shivers up and down my spine as it practically crushed my poor cock and sucked it deeper. It was as good, if not a bit better than Liz's blowjobs! And she had skills to improve her mouth game!

Once she had me, she didn't let me go for a second, her hands exploring my body and gripping me tight, pounding my fuck stick as I picked her up off of the toilet and back into the bathroom proper. She didn't stop, her eyes were so terrifyingly hungry for me that I melted into her and let her do as she wanted. I was in heaven!

I didn't realize when I started to cum, but apparently I had been cumming for a while now. I had been thrown into such a massive and LONG orgasm that I didn't realize it until it was almost over because I was rocked with so much pleasure. Sam grabbed my face at that moment and stared at me.

"TICKLE MY FEET!"

I quickly obliged as her pussy started to milk my cock even after my orgasm, forcing me to stay hard and deep inside her. Reaching around my body since her feet had wrapped around my waist to lock herself onto my cock, I found her long, slender feet, and began tickling her arches with my fingers like no tomorrow. The effect was immediate. Sam's head snapped back as she actually made the Ahegao face you only see in porn videos. It was actually incredibly hot to watch as she began to laugh as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head due to the avalanche of pleasure she was receiving.

However, even as I tickled her, and she laughed herself closer and closer to an orgasm, she couldn't. This started to make Sam cry through the laughter, but not the laughing tears that were incredibly sexy, no, these were tears of frustration.

"WHHAHAHAHAHAHYYYY CAHAHAN'T IAHAHAHAHAH CUUUHHHHMMM!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Swallowing as Sam continued to mercilessly ride my cock raw and laugh as her feet were tickled. I glanced over to see the sign out machine. Reaching over while she was lost in ticklish, horny agony, I quickly put all my information in to sign out, but stopped at the last minute, removed my other hand from her other foot, and grabbed her face, forcing her to look at me.

"It's because you haven't decided to give yourself to me. Not just your body, or your mind, your fetishes, or your pussy. Give ALL of yourself to me! Become MY woman! My tickle toy! My fuck hole! MY TICKLE SLUT!"

I then moved both my hands back to her feet, mercilessly tickling her as she rocked on that line of ticklish orgasm for a few seconds longer before collapsing into my arms, kissing me on the lips, neck, face and making a proclamation that caused me to cum.

"I'M YOURS FOREVER! KAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'LL BE YOUR TICKLE SLUT! YOUR LOVER!!! YOUR FUCK HOLE!! BAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EVERYTHING I AM, I GIVE TO YOU! TAKE ME!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEASE!! MAKE ME YOUR TICKLE SLUT FOREVER!!! JUST MAKE ME CUUHAHAHAHUUMMM!!!"

At that, as I came, I hit the last button that clocked myself out. Right after that, Sam screamed so loud and laughed so hard, I felt like I might have gone deaf for a second. However, my mind was not on my ears, no, it was on how incredibly TIGHT Sam got as she came, causing me to feel so much pleasure as I came that I fell to my knees unable to handle it all.

Sam came for far, far longer than I did, but throughout the whole orgasm, I never ONCE stopped tickling her feet. The longer I tickled her feet the longer her orgasm lasted until finally, Sam passed out against me. I quickly grabbed her body, removing my hands from her now incredibly pink soles, and just held her in my arms as we both tried to recover from that experience on the bathroom floor.

Tess had spent the majority of her day in her office, grading papers, peeking out to see if Jonathan would come visit her. However, he never came. The only person who seemed to be enjoying herself was Marie as she worked out in her office with Barbra every few hours. Their moans were not helping her, but Marie had to do her squats. The fact that Barbra was getting off on helping Marie perform her squats though was incredibly inappropriate, but when I confronted Marie about Barbra's actions, Marie quickly shook her head and told me that Barbra could do what she wanted as long as she helped her work out.

Left with no other choice, I was **** to listen to Barbra orgasm like crazy as she helped Marie work out. I knew I should have sent an email to the dean about it, but Marie actually seemed into Barbra, so I left it as it was. Who was Tess to judge Marie's affection for a TA when Tess was sexting one of her students.

Frustrated and incredibly horny, Tess finished her last paper before closing up shop and walking to her car. Tess was incredibly irritable because she hadn't heard anything from Jonathan texting wise, nor had she seen him all day! Promising to torment him with her horny body tomorrow in class, Tess made it to her home where she found herself freezing in place and loosing control of her body again.

Surprised, Tess nearly screamed out for help when she remembered that the last time she needed help Jonathan had come around, so she stayed quiet as her nipples hardened and she licked her lips in excitement.

However, Tess wasn't expecting what happened next. Instead of hogtying herself again, Tess walked over to her bed, pulled out her vibrator, stripped, laid out on her bed, and began to furiously masturbate with the toy. Her other hand began to crush and play with her tits turning her on more, but what really took the cake was when she started speaking.

"I want to titifuck Jonathan's cock until he paints them white with his seed. I want to crush my milkers around his cock until he cums like crazy! I WILL titifuck him tomorrow after class!!"

Tess was startled as her body began to do all these things and repeat those words. Deciding that she was kind of into that, Tess leaned in and enjoyed herself. However, that is, until the pleasure stopped.

Looking down, she noticed her hand with the toy and her tit had stopped playing with her body. She had been so close! She tried to move her body or will herself over the hump, but she couldn't. When she calmed down enough, Tess watched in horror as her body began to pleasure herself again. The words continued to play out of her mouth, and she moaned as she was teased.

Over and over this continued and the times between when she was close, grew closer and closer before she would be **** to take OFF the vibrator and stop playing with her tits every few seconds before coming right back to pleasuring her. Tess couldn't even scream out, instead the same words she had been repeating for the past hour continued to play.

'NOOOO!!!! JUST LET ME CUUUUUMMMM!!!'

Tess would eventually be allowed to cum, and cum, and cum, but only after edging herself for 6 hours. By that point, when she got control of her body again, she continued to repeat the words her body had **** her to say even after they had stopped forcing her to.

"Titifuck Jonathan's cock......paint my tits with his seed......crush his cock....my milkers.....he cums....crazy.....titifuck his cock.....all day!"

It wasn't long after that, that Tess finally fell asleep.

'What is taking him so damn long?! The store closed close to an hour ago! What is he doing in there??!'

Raven stared at the shop in question with a frustrated and tired frown on her face. She had been following Jonathan discreetly for the past few days and did not like what she was seeing. Thankfully, it seems Jonathan's boss didn't like him either. The past few days she could see the glare she gave him. She also knew as well as Raven that he was sexting in the parking lot. Raven wondered if it was Liz, but tried to push that thought out of her head. Liz was a sweat woman who wouldn't be into such dirty things like that! Which meant that he must be texting another woman.

'The perverted creep! Cheating on such an amazing woman like Liz?! I swear I will show Liz exactly what you are and she will dump you so fast your pathetic cock will hit the ground first!'

As those thoughts filled her head, Liz stewed outside the shop and cursed Jonathan's name over and over again as time ticked on.

It was close to a half hour later that Jonathan finally, FINALLY left the shop. However, what caused Raven to frown was that the woman with him as he walked out, his boss, who Raven could tell had hated him just a few hours prior, was now acting all meek and blushing as she tip toed over to her car. Her hair was a mess, so was her uniform and makeup, and her feet were bare. Raven quickly realized that Jonathan must have taken advantage of his boss, when Raven froze and stared at the woman's nearly perfect looking feet.

Now Raven wasn't a feet girl, but DAMN did her nipples get hard seeing a pare of feet so incredibly beautiful that it actually got her turned on!

Shaking away those thoughts, Raven grabbed her steering wheel and glared at Jonathan as he, still not knowing she was watching him, moved over to his car, waved to his boss, who waved back with a blush Raven could see from where she sat, before driving off. Thankfully, the woman stayed in her car for a while, allowing Jonathan to leave completely and giving her the chance to approach.

The woman looked to be lost in thought as she smiled listlessly at her own steering wheel as Raven walked over. Before the young woman could move her car, Raven knocked on her window. Hearing the knock, the woman jolted before turning and staring at Raven just outside her car in the dead of night. Now, the woman was a bit shocked and was hesitant to roll her window down, but everything changed when Raven showed her badge to the woman.

"Good evening mam, or morning. My name is Detective Raven. I just have a few questions for you if you could lend me a moment."