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Floating Holidays ( !With ALL NEW Artwork included! ) *F/m
Floating Holidays
Story code: F/m
Hello Ladies and germs! I'd like to RE-introduce this chilling-to-the-boner Sci-Fi and Highly Demented Tickling torture story. Now, included in the story are two extremely awesome tickle-torture drawings created by noneother than AUGUSTINE himself.
He is known in the Artwork Forum for his unique sense of humor, his bizarre and painful looking bondage, and his attention to sexual torment.
Honestly, he brings something new to the table with his unique style and fresh approach to this genre.
Please, enjoy the story, but more importantly, enjoy the eye candy that comes with it!
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I am a Soldier...
I have been bred to serve one purpose…
To protect this city from harm's way. Period.
I have fought dozens of battles, and have shed blood and tears on the grounds of every single one of them. I have killed dozens of enemy soldiers for this city, and some with my own bare hands. I am trained in the arts of every style of combat you can think, and know more about firearms then I ever wanted to know. I have driven hovercrafts into the skies above, and blown the enemies into dust. I have taken Tredding tanks through water and snow, and have blasted my way through the interiors of many buildings. I have used enemy aircraft and weapons against themselves. There is nothing I can't do. I am their exterminator, and they don't belong here. I have lost everything I have, and have gained nothing from killing. No awards, no medals. Just the idea that innocent people are safely snug in their beds at the day's end is enough for me.
Other then this, I am nothing....
But now, I'M ON VACATION!!!
Finally, a break from all this wartime bullshit! Two weeks of relaxtion and self development was the only mission in front of this war torn soldier. Catching the last VertaTram out of the base wasn't easy, but he made it. Well, sort of...
Our story begins at a VertaTram station in the future…
"Sir! I'm afraid you've missed the tram! Try back in another 54 Gigs!" The robotic conductor explained.
Well, I guess he missed it this time huh? Oh well, try again later right? Not exactly! Pulling his grappling hook from the huge metal backpack he wore, he spun the chain connected to it above his head and tossed it with all his strength towards the leaving VertaTram. The hooks hit the side of the tram hard, and tore into one of the passenger doors.
Like a jet ski pulling a jet skier, our soldier was lifted into the air and thrown towards the tram at an incredible speed!
His legs smashed into several Virtual Newspaper distributors, and nearly killed some old guy selling Hi-Frame batteries for those popular speed shoes that all the kids were wearing nowadays. Like a bass at the end of a fishing line, our soldier spun left and right in mid air as he began pulling himself towards the tram. Several onlookers seated at the rear of the tram watched in complete shock as they witnessed this insanity unfold.
In a few more minutes, this Tram would reach the point in which it entered the energy tunnel beneath the city, and then be blasted into light speed. If our soldier friend wasn't within the body of the tram before that happened, he'd be ending his vacation a little earlier then scheduled. In fact, he'd be ending his life!!
The Tram driver was instructed to maintain speed and continue the planned course. This lunatic was at his own risk now, and should have thought about this before now. But that's just it, a soldier doesn't think. There's no time to waste thinking! Like his life saving decisions on the battlefield, this soldier just acted on impulses!
He was merely a few feet from the Tram's rear entrance when the siren for the energy tunnel's warm up blared loud and clear. Local androids working near the entrance knew to back away at least twenty feet before the Tram got there. Slower androids that missed the important message could still be seen lying in the fields near the entrance, only now blackened and fried like bacon. ( a meat byproduct served during breakfast centuries ago )
Last minute style, our soldier reached the banister of the last transport car of the tram, and tossed himself against the back window. With a blast of fiber glass, and the sound of shattering plasma, our soldier rolled into the tram itself on his shoulders and practically landed in some hot women's lap. The Tram security system immediately patched up the open window with a metal replacement in the last few seconds as they entered the tunnel and were blasted into speeds beyond the boundaries of reality.
Our soldier lifted himself from the ground before the eyes of several dozen stunned onlookers. He shook the fiber glass pieces off his chest and shoulders before taking notice to his surroundings. The only sounds were the video animated promotion posters found throughout the car itself. Smiling, he grabbed the nearest magazine, and turned his attention to an open seat.
"Is this seat taken?" He asked the elderly woman sitting next to it.
--Pleasure Island—
Imagine if the entire city of Las Vegas, every strip club you've ever been to, and all of the world's greatest theme parks decided to get together and throw a little party. That would be the best way to describe Pleasure Island…
The generic name came from the fact that strong laws regarding marketing wouldn't allow competition among individual vendors, and was therefore all classified as one strong entity. In other words, all money earned on the island was collected and processed by the leading members on the board. These ten men and women ran every aspect of this island and made sure that no stones were left unturned. If they noticed a new gang rising up the ranks in a mission to take over a section of Pleasure Island, the board would buy and sell them into working for the company before they knew what hit them. Money was the driving force behind this place, and there was little anyone could do to stop it.
Pleasure Island had it all, and then some. The island had its own law enforcement and medical services. It had its very own postal system, and traded with other cities in order to get produce and supplies. You couldn't walk down any road or alleyway in Pleasure Island without seeing something amazing or finding your newest bad habit. This place was crawling technology's finest in perversion, and with it some of these most vile of perverts. Creatures from all over the galaxy came here to enjoy some private time away from their homes.
You'd see the lizard people from some swamp ridden planet way into the far east corner of the galaxy and you'd notice a few of those half-dog, half-cat looking bastards from several different planets lining the outer rim. This place was nothing sort of a giant freak show. Out of all these slime sucking creatures, it'd seemed that humans had the worst reputation. They were considered trouble makers. It was probably based on the simple fact that human beings refused laying down and taking it up the tailpipe when invaders came into our planets looking to take over. We were fighters and survivors, and for that, we were considered problems. The rest of them just raise their hands into the air, and take whatever came their way. That's why the city he called home was always under attack, and why he would do anything to protect it. But, right now, he was horny.
The idea of going to one of those public Vid-strip clubs left a sour taste in his mouth. Every time he went in a place like that, he'd always leave with a few cuts and bruises and several heads hanging from his belt. Tonight, he just didn't want all the bullshit. He was on vacation. He could always venture down the main strip of Pleasure Island and find one of those little bars that offered Holographic sexual fantasies to experience. But, on the other hand, he had been there and done that already. Besides, tonight he was looking for some actual penetration. In this case, Pleasure Island's Adult Candy Shoppe was the answer to all his problems.
-The Adult Candy Shoppe-
You think Candy Shoppe, and you think suckers and gumballs right? Well, not in Pleasure Island folks. You wouldn't find a single piece of candy in this entire store. Instead, you'd find the hottest pieces of ass you'd ever laid eyes on! She'd be your dream cum true because that's where she'd come from, your dreams! The only suckers were the horny bastards willing to pay the admission price on top of the house price so that they'd have their place saved for next year.
Short story version, this was a whore house of the future. Oh yeah, and none of the women were actually real women. The Adult Candy Shoppe offered the most advanced Sex robots to their many satisfied clients. You'd have full creative control when designing your perfect women from scratch. This was the Stepford Slut of your dreams, and she'd be yours for the evening. To the less imaginative, you could scroll through a catalog of pre made Sex robots for the evening. Our soldier was one of those types. Some guys went into this thing like they were fucking Picasso or something. For hours, they'd craft their personal dream slut.
Not our soldier however. He cared little for details like hair color and attitude, and just wanted to have sex as quickly as possible before his head exploded. At the front desk was Marlvin 069. This overly animated and downright bizarre character owned the place. He was nice and all, but sometimes he had a way of getting under your skin with his overly happy personality. Our soldier wasn't feeling like playing around tonight, so he approached the front counter with a mission of getting past this bozo as quickly as possible.
"Well-hell-hell-hell- Hello there Soldier!!" He pulled his arm back to salute him.
"Hello…"he said with an emotionless look on his face as he greeted the top hat wearing excentric shoppe owner.
Suddenly, Marlvin started doing some sort of wacky dance. His arms were spinning around, and his eyes were flashing red and blue lights.
"WeLcome back tO our Our little slice of PAraDice Pie!" The droid grinned, flashing his shiny metal teeth.
"I just need a room and a woman..." -he said, trying to keep his cool.
As he said this, he pointed to the first Sex robot he saw on a human female menu. Her name, appearance and sexual appetite made no difference to him at all.
"Ah Yes! Woo HOO!!! Beverly Hill, version 9021001~! Although, I must WARN YA-"
The Droid’s sentence was cut short as the soldier grabbed the collar of his shiny black jacket and violently yanked him forward. He stared deeply into his flashing eyes so that his circuits would feel his anger.
"No warnings, no bullshit dances, just the room and her. Are we clear Candy Man?" He said without a stutter.
"Loud and CLear..." Marlvin said suddenly dropping the goofy voice.
With that, the soldier released his grip and shoved him back behind the desk. Marlvin smashed into the ' Design your own Slut ' holographic display with his body and then fell to the ground with a loud thud. No major damage done really. Just a few glasses fell from the counter top, which caused a few people glanced over in their direction. Oh, and the sex robot's image in the holographic display sort of flickered on and off for a brief second or two.
"Can someone.. Say.. Law Suit!! " He shouted, rolling back up to his feet.
The soldier just stared at him, and then opened his jacket so Marlvin could see what the gun he carried looked like.
"Can someone say Just KidDing! HA HA! " He shouted.
As Marlvin started talking prices, our soldier simply pulled his Vengence Force I.D. chip and shoved it into the register.
Despite the fact that human beings were the scum of this place, nobody could turn down a military I.D. of any kind, not even from the enemy...
"Alright Soldier! Ten Hut! Prepare for the best Sex in the GalaXy!! " A pre recorded military song started playing from Marlvin's voice box as he explained.
"What room number?" He said, trying to speed this up. There was a line of horny and impatient looking creatures behind him, and all Marlvin wanted to do was stand there and sing songs. Plus, he didn't necessarily want to broadcast the fact that he actually was a soldier to every person within walking distant of the front desk! Marlvin just didn't get it.
"Alice will GIVE you the keys to your Dreams Big boy! Ha!" He said, going into some sort of running man dance move.
That was the last straw...
A few minutes later, he walked over to a robot standing in front of a long, sexually animated hallway of rooms. There had to be a thousand different rooms in this place. He just wanted one, and he wanted it now. Alice had been designed to resemble a certain story book character with the same name, only my version is much sexier.
"I need your Vid-Stub please." She said as a slim panel opened just above her eyebrows.
The soldier slid the little card through her forehead and stepped back. She closed her eyes, and the sounds of processing began. Finally, he was starting to get somewhere.
"Thank you Soldier. Our gratitude is always available to you. Your Room number is F-5678."
As Alice said this, a thin card with a green holographic image of a key on the front emerged from that very same thin panel in her forehead. This was all he was looking for.
In this time period, escalators and elevators were a thing of the past. Now, Injection- transportation tubes took care of all your traveling needs. The Candy Shoppe had eight of them on tap. Each one was a long tube that branched out to every room within this amazing place. At the bottom was an egg shaped transporter that you'd sit in, and literally getting sucked up and then injected into your room. It was so easy, and so fast!
As our soldier headed towards an available transporter, he stopped at the trash can to get rid of some junk he was holding. He had a few receipts, an empty bottle of Ocena Water, and a few of Marlvin's mangled fingers...
-No Warnings-
The room was nothing fancy, but it had everything he wanted. A bed and a toilet was suffice, but the beautiful looking blonde in the corner of the room didn't hurt either. She hadn't been activated yet, so she stood there like the lifeless robot she was.
He threw his backpack against the far wall, and stepped into the bathroom for a few minutes. As he washed his face, he started thinking about the war back home. The water splashing against his skin had reminded him of a horrible Tredding tank disaster that cost the lives of a few close friends of his. In an effort to get into an enemy zone that had been left unguarded, the small group of human soldiers decided to risk everything and attempt to cross a frozen river in a Tredding tank. These weren't your typical tanks, and got their name based on the idea that they displaced their weight and were able to tread water and ice without any problems.
But, a mistake in the coordinating of route planning sent them crashing into the tip of a frozen rock that rose from the frozen surface of the river. The tank's tredding system smashed into this rock, and literally tore the entire bottom half off the tank! It then slammed down on the ice and skidded across the frozen water like a skipping stone. The jet engine for the tredding tank's flight mode were heavily damaged and now being used to propel them forward!! As they traveled in a zig zag formation, the jets burning behind left tracker trail marks into the ice that eventually melted. A few more feet of this nonsense, and the tank finally cracked the ice and into the freezing waters they plunged!
With that, water burst into the main deck of the tank as the four man group scrambled to get their breathing masks and instant wet suits activated. But the water was just too strong and too swift, and before they knew it, the tank's interior had filled entirely with the chilling waters of death. Two of his crew, his gunner and the Co-pilot, weren't fast enough and immediately went into shock. Our soldier survived, but had to live with the fact that his last minute change in the route planning was responsible for this disaster. Their lives were on him...
As he slowly pulled himself up from the sink, he got an eerie feeling that someone was watching him. In the mirror, behind his reflection were the frozen bodies of those soldiers staring blankly at him screaming...
" Aaaaaahhhh!" He screamed, sending his fist into the glass.
With a loud crash, a rippling effect flashed across the mirror as if a rock had been thrown into a pond. He knew as well as anyone else that the mirror wasn't glass. It was more like some sort of mercury turned to a half-liquid/ half solid. He had to get this shit of his mind. He had to try and remember that this was his vacation. Most importantly of all, he had to get laid!
It had been a few months since his last encounter with the opposite sex and for the first time since high school, he was feeling sort of rusty. Plus, this wasn't real, so he could keep her waiting and not hear any complaints about it. Maybe a skin flick would do the trick..
Hopping off the bed, he walked towards the HoloVid Projector and adjusted it's aim towards the bed. He flicked the little thumb print on the side of it's main hub, and then stepped away from it. That was the hard part. Now he had to decide what to watch. The screen flickered in and out until a perfect picture of video selections was seemingly floating mid air between him and the HoloVision unit itself. Using his finger, he scrolled down the list of nearly a thousand different pornographic films until he found something worth watching.
Tonight, he felt like seeing a female human doing a female of an alien species. Our soldier had a soft spot in his cock for these mixed planet HoloFilms.
"Debbie does Dalluspoz" Perfect choice...
Now, as he dimmed the lights and found a comfortable corner of the room, he prepared himself for a little skin show before the main event. Like magic, two Holographic images of females were now displayed as if they were right there lying on that bed before him. The picture was sort of grainy, but these were skin flicks, so quality was the last thing on the customer's mind.
"I'm sorry I kissed you... "The beautiful human woman moaned.
"Erhjky bejhe..."
(Don't be)
At that point, our human female rolled onto her belly, and playfully sucked on the little purple tentacles rising from Dalluspoz's breasts. As she did this, the alien's fingers seductively played with the soles of her feet. She even got a few giggles out of Debbie. As she began to mount Debbie, he noticed her left hand disappear into the pillow that was laying there on the bed. He grabbed one of his boots, and tossed it hard towards that pillow. It momentarily shattered the image of the women fucking each other and slammed into the pillow before falling off the bed, and taking the pillow with it. There… perfect…
After a few more minutes of watching the show, he was more then ready for his date. Lifting himself to his knees, he paced over to the equipment and shut it all down. The image faded out on the bed and vanished. He removed the rest of his clothing and finished that little bottle of whatever the fuck it was. Then, he turned his attention to tonight's main event...
-Beverly Hill, version 9021001-
There she was in all her glory. Standing about six foot five, this blonde bombshell looked good enough to give her a bath, only to take her out and tongue-dry her body. Her body was of course perfect and blemish free. However, she had such a sense of realism to her. If you walked in unaware of the situation at hand, you'd assume you were looking at just another human female.
Every detail seemed to have some life to it. He started to understand why someone would bother creating the perfect woman. Maybe next time he’d try it out, but not now. Not wanting any extra charges for oil soaked sheets, the soldier ripped the silk ones off the mattress until it was nothing but the mattress.
The four posted bed was charming, but seemed to get in the way as he tried yanking the sheets from between the mattress and the box spring. He drew the curtains in, locked the door tight, and flipped the dial to initiate the holograph of the ' Do Not Disturb ' image at the front door. In this case, it was an image of Marlvin with a sleeping cap on his head snoring with the words written in an android language of some kind.
After finishing a complimentary bottle of some of the worst wine ever, he pulled off his shirt and reached for the key to start the evening's fun. Now, all he had to do was slid that key into the Sex Robot's panel, which was located just above her vagina. It had real hair by the way! He took a deep breath, and tilted the card forward...
"Here's to me…" He said, sliding it through.
Without a second's worth of delay, Beverly's blue eyes flickered open as she slowly began to get animated. The soldier watched in amazement as this robotic woman came alive piece by piece. After the eyes flickered back and forth, he watched her nostrils flare in and out. After that, she smiled at him.
"Hello Mr. Smith... "It said as her eyes scanned his body.
He leaned back on the bed and stared right back into her eyes. He didn't know who the hell Mr. Smith was, but it hardly mattered to his hard as a rock erection.
Plus, what's the harm in a little roleplay?
"Mr. Smith wants you to show me what you got..."He said.
Suddenly, the rest of her body started getting more and more jumpy. Her arms began to rotate in a slow fashion, and she tilted to the left and right at her waist. She was stretching out like us humans did as we woke up in the morning. Then she lowered to a pounce position to show off her incredible leg flexing ability. She looked up at him and winked as she bounced up and down on the heels of her feet. Her ass rocked up and down in slow and sexy motion. It was beautiful to see.
"Just a few of my little tricks..." She said.
Beverly began walking around the room as to explore the bedroom for the first time. She stopped at the sheets on the floor as sensors in her toes indicated something on the floor. Then, she turned her full attention to the man that owned her for the evening. She suddenly dropped on all fours, and seductively crawled towards where he sat on the bed until her face rested against his crotch. She looked up at him with those big blue eyes and said,
"I want your cock in my mouth." She said, closing her eyes and opening her jaws.
The idea that it might be sort of stupid to put such a delicate object into a robot's mouth containing teeth crossed his mind as the pants dropped, but he had gone too far already. There was no turning back now...
"Mmppphh... mmmmppphhh..." She moaned, keeping her eyes open and looking at him the whole time.
It was the best blow job he'd ever had in his life. It was almost as if her mouth was a vagina! This lasted a few more seconds until she detected that he might be ready for an explosion. Beverly Hill suddenly stopped, and slowly pulled away. She then rose to her knees and whispered into his right ear...
"Take me..."
These words ignited the flames of his passion like a burning match to a puddle of gasoline. The Soldier took her into his arms and lifted her onto the floating bed. He quickly slapped the "Sea sex" option, and soon the sounds of seagulls and the steadily rocking of the Hover mattress brought them into that fantasy. She was lying on her back and gazing up at him as thought long and hard about which position he'd try first.
"I like my women on top." He said, rolling onto his back and resting his head on the palms of his hands.
She complied rather quickly, and began to straddle his waist. For a second there, he almost completely forgot that she wasn't even a living thing. She seemed to be enjoying herself and her artificial body was reacting as if nature was pulling her strings. Of course, sex was the last thing on Beverly Hill's programmed mind. She was just taunting her prey...
His erection slapped against the rubber cheeks of her rear end as she began running her hands up his chest towards the sides of his war torn face. That's when she leaned inward and started tongue kissing him. Fuck, she even had saliva glands. Their mouths locked onto one another and soon their tongues were slithering into each other's mouths. Beverly got a little more aggressive with her tongue, and sort of shoved the length of it into his mouth towards his throat. His eyes widened a little, but he hardly panicked. She moaned with pleasure as she lifted her crotch off his lower stomach, and lined her artificial opening with his massive penis.
"I want you Mr. Smith..." She whispered.
The soft, robotic lips of her pussy opened slightly and invited his member inside her. He threw his head back, and grunted a little. He had to admit it, this felt incredible. It was better then real life. Like a little sex vacuum, her moans venus softly sucked his penis deep inside her until she reached the desired position. Then, things got a little strange. From the inside of her sex, he suddenly felt a little metal ring being slowly shoved over the head of his penis and then traveling downward on his shaft. Although it felt sort of strange, he was really enjoying it. It was her tongue tricks, however, that finally sent him over the edge!
Like a balloon inflating, Beverly's tongue started to grow in size until it was practically a little ball. Like air filling an old fashioned basketball, her new ball tongue continued growing until it had filled his entire mouth! His eyes opened wide, and The Soldier immediately went into a full scale panic mode. He immediately tried raised both legs so he could close them around her waist with massive force and strength. He couldn’t get the leverage he desired. She had him exactly where she wanted him...
"Mmpphh!!!" He shouted as she grabbed for his wrists and slammed them down against the mattress with an even greater force. All the while, she had this eerie emotionless look in her robotic eyes. The grip her vagina had on his penis suddenly tightened as if she was holding it with her bare hands. Then, she released her tongue from its connector and pulled her head away from his. This left him struggling beneath her, and tongue-gagged...
Like a reptile's tail, she was able to re spawn a fresh pink tongue within seconds. That was the first of the many physical changes her body would endure. Like a caterpillar, she was preparing for her metamorphasis. Of course, instead of morphing into a beautiful butterfly, Beverly was about to become one of the most sadistic tickling machines ever created...
Her hands and arms moved quickly as she reached and grabbed for his wrists. He was able to keep them out of reach and even landed a few solid punches into her stomach. It didn't even affect her at all. She noticed he was pretty quick, and felt that a little backup would make things go a little smoother. The skin covered panels on her shoulder blades suddenly slid back and out came two more arms. They recoiled outward, and started extending towards his ankles.
"Mmmmppphhhh!!!!" He shouted as he again tried punching and kicking his way out of this.
"You have been a very naughty little boy, haven't you?" She said with a grin that would make Jack Torrance shiver.
She wiggled her finger back and forth in the air as she giggled a little. Steam puffs emitted through her belly button as her waist began to slowly rise upward and away from her crotch. Thick metal poles riddled with colorful wires and red and blue flashing beacons could be seen as her waist and upper body sort of raised upward in the air. Once the cap was off so to speak, she released twelve robotic octopus like tentacles that slithered outward and began grabbing and wrapping themselves around the Soldier's arms and legs. A few circled his wrists and elbows, while a few snatched his ankles and knees. One wrapped itself around his neck, and another circled his lower stomach and ran between his legs until finding a comfy home right up his..
"MmmMMppppppphhhhh!!" He shouted in complete shock and displeasure.
Suddenly, this once Blonde bombshell was now looking more like an electric octopus with a human head on a stick coming from the center of it! Despite his incredible strength, the Soldier just wasn't strong enough to find freedom from her entangling tentacles and fast moving hands. Soon, he'd be laughing hysterically about it...
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At the front counter of The Adult Candy Shoppe, a man was shouting at the top of his lungs at the android workers behind the counter. His face was a shade of hot pink, and steam seemed to be rising from his ears. Needless to say, this man was very upset.
"Do you have any idea what I went through to BE HERE TONIGHT? DO YOU??! "He shouted in anger.
"Sir, we apologize sincerely, and promise to never repeat these actions in the future." The Robo-worker explained.
This wasn't settling very well with this man, and his temperature started to reach a boiling point. The anger was coming from the fact that coming to Pleasure Island was something that he had to plan out several months in advance. There was so much set up involved, so many lies to tell, and so much at stake! For one thing, he was married! If his wife ever found out about these private trips to the Island, she'd slice his balls off.
"Where's that Marlvin?!?" He shouted at the androids.
"I'm sorry Sir, but he is unavailable at the moment." She explained calmly.
"I want him out here right NOW!!!! I WANT THAT LYING BOX OF BOLTS TO EXPLAIN WHAT WENT WRONG HERE!!"
As he continued shouting, the androids tried everything in their power to assure the gentlemen that he'd be taken care of.
"He promised me that I'd have my Beverly tonight! TO-NIGHT! That means right now! "He said, wiping a little of the spit that fired from his mouth off his chin.
The androids entered Beverly Hill's serial number into their HoloVid Data Base collector. Unfortunately, there was nothing but bad news for the gentlemen. She had already been rented the evening...
"It appears that she's been checked out for the evening…" She said with confidence.
The tone of her robotic voice was the thing that finally tossed our angry little human friend over the edge. He started shouting and banging his fists against the counter. The creatures waiting in line behind the man actually stepped back a few feet while he threw his little hissy fit. It was only when he started to threaten the lives of the androids at the front counter that security stepped in and handled the situation.
Only after the gentlemen's face had been smashed into the counter and his arms were completed and securely wrapped in a restricting arm binder did the famous Marlvin finally make his appearance. He had been hiding between the legs of the android working the front counter for the last five Diga-Minutes. Tipping his hat to the man, he now felt safe to explain that this was his mistake and that he was sorry.
"I am really, REally sorry for you Mr. Smith." Marlvin said using the gentlemen's phony name. It seemed that nearly everyone in this place was named Mr. Smith!
"Geez, that counter looks really hard." As he said this, he tapped the top of the counter and then tapped the top of his own head.
"You lied to me!!" He said as security held him a few inches off the ground.
These were giant security Mechs that looked as if they were ready to engage in military combat as opposed to keeping the peace at some sleazy whorehouse in the rotting center of Pleasure Island.
"I cannot tell a lie, for if I do, I might cry! Waaahhh.. waaaahhh!! " The sounds of a human baby played through his voice box as he chuckled.
"Why you rotten son of a bitch!! I swear I'll dismantle your robotic ass for this!!" He shouted.
"Look Mr. Smith, I know I promised that your doll would be available tonight, but something unexpected happened. I didn't know how to react! I really am sorry! "He said nervously.
"I thought you said I was the only Sicko you'd ever known to design a Sex Doll for what I wanted. I guess I'm not the only weirdo out here after all!" Mr. Smith said, spitting at Marlvin's animated face.
"He doesn't know..." Marlvin explained as a little windshield wiper descended from his forehead and cleared the spit wad.
The man's jaw nearly hit the floor at Marlvin's words.
"What the fuck do you mean he doesn't know?" He asked with an angry and rather confused look on his face.
"He wouldn't let me explain the details of his choice for the evening..." Marlvin said.
"So, you're tellin' me that this guy rented a Sex doll designed to be the meanest Tickling torture Dom-Bot ever known to man and he has no clue. A woman with absolutely nothing programmed into her mind other then making him wish he never had a penis and he doesn't even know it? "
Slowly, but with a funny smile, Marlvin nodded his head yes...
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Beverly Hills was one of the only sex dolls in The Adult Candy Shoppe that actually WASN'T designed for sex. She was under the "Fetish" robot catagory due to the designer's strange desires of being tied down helplessly tickled for hours and hours and hours. Of course, Marlvin did try to explain that he had selected a beautiful woman from a side of the menu that very few, if any, delved into at all. Most men came to this place to find pleasure, and to enjoy the feeling of being a king in the bedroom, as opposed to being treated like a slave and sexually punished all night long...
"MMMMpppphhhhhh!!!!" He cried out in agony as Beverly started rolling his body off the bed and into more a suspended position with her powerful tentacles. His penis was now freed from her Pussy trap, but nowhere near out of harm's way. In fact, things were about to get rather uncomfortable. Readers with soft stomachs might want to scroll down a little...
"You know, there's something about torturing a man that gets me all hot and bothered between my legs…" She said as he was lifted into the air by his ankles.
Soon, the soles of his bare feet would be pressing against the ceiling of the room as he was hoisted and held in the air by the strength and number of all her tentacles. Beverly was actually able to walk around the room regardless of the fact that her waist had been raised off her hips. She was once again in regular human female form, unless you counted the giant robotic squid coming from her tummy. The second set of arms and hands had retracted into her shoulder blades once again, but that wouldn't last long.
"Are you ticklish Mr. Smith?" She asked childishly.
He wasn't interested in listening to this whacked out robotic Slut at this point, and was trying everything in his power to get himself free. If only he was listening, he might have been a little more prepared for what happened next.
"I asked you a question." She said sternly as she raised her hands to rest on the sides of his stomach. She immediately felt a strain, and smiled at the tensing of his muscles as she playfully danced her robotic fingertips across his stomach from left to right.
His face trembled, but he didn't dare give in to the urges to struggle and giggle it up like some wimp. He was much stronger then this, and had been trained to deal with tortures ten to fifty times worse then tickling. Besides, after all he's been through in this life, there was no way that tickling was going to be the torture to finally break him. After all, he was a soldier...
Ten short minutes later…
"Mmahhae aehqammapphh HAH AHEAMMMPPHH!! mMMPPOHH!!"
He struggling and laughing hysterically as Beverly Hill continued to tickle the soles of his feet. She had lowered him so that his back was resting against the floating mattress once again. Her robotic tentacles had done an excellent job of re-wrapping her captive tickle toy, and she was now enjoying the taste of his wriggling toes and the soles of his very soft and ticklish feet. Like a mummy, the tentacles had wrapped him from neck to ankles and left him at the complete mercy of a machine.
Using her teeth, she'd taunt her little boy toy with silly remarks about his struggling to free himself just before nibbling along the sides of both his feet. She'd work her mouth over his arches, and then towards that cushy pad just beneath his wiggling toes.
"MmPPAHHA AHAEAHE maehahea mmmpphh aehahe a MAHEHAEA!!! "
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!POP!!
Suddenly, that tongue ball gag popped and his mouth was once again free! Of course, with Beverly tickling the soles of his feet, he could hardly speak at all anyway...
"Hae ahe aehaea ahea please stop!! h EH heae ahea PLEASE! "He shouted with all his might.
She through her head back and moaned a little as she grinded her groin into his. It seemed that his begging and whining was actually turning her on in some sick way!
Beverly pulled her head away for now, saving those suck able toes for later. Right now, it was time to introduce the soles of his feet to her speed finger tickling!
"Okay, I'm going to start now!" She said, slowly wiggling her fingers at him as her hands lowered towards his quivering soles.
Her blue colored fingernails landed softly against the heels of his feet and waited there for further instructions. She was now straddling his crotch with her butt to him. The view was a little more disturbing then anything else with all those thick looking tentacles running from her stomach and through a few panels in her back. Of course, her ass still looked stunningly perfect. Every time she tilted inward to get a better look at his feet, she gave away a glimpse of her inner most private parts.
Our soldier hardly cared about that teasing view at this point. If he could only see just how fast her fingers were actually wiggling at that moment. Each had its own motor and could be individually regulated from finger to finger. So, she could speed tickle the balls of your feet and at the same time work the heels of your feet with a more slow and steady tickling motion. Mr. Smith had designed her to be the ultimate tickler of his dreams and the designers had spared no expense in the process!
"Your soles are mine!" She said giggling as she lowered her speeding robotic fingers to his feet.
Like a hurricane, the intense tickling feelings running up and down his spine hit him all at once and consumed him within seconds. He was already screaming at the top of his lungs with girly giggles and unstoppable fits of agonized laughter. The side effect was that he could NOT rid himself of this erection! It was sticking straight up through a sliver of opening between two tentacles wrapping around his hips.
Beverly Hills must have been programmed with hundreds of different tickling taunts because she went through them all!
"Coochie Coo little Tickle Toy! Mommy is going to tickle you silly!"
"No please!! haea eahea AHEAE AEH aheae stop!! STOP!!! " He shouted desperately.
"These little piggies got tickle wickled!! "
"Ha ahea Hea eha WAIT!! AHE HHEA EAHE AHEA AE ENOUGH!! ahea ehae ahea Please! I've HAD enough!! "
"I know where you're ticklish! It's right here, isn't it! "
"Come on, be a BIG boy and stop wiggling around so mommy can tickle your feet!"
On and on she went, and at no point did the tickling get any slower. Her fast moving fingertips explored the arch of his left foot from toes to the heel while she carefully spread out each of the toes on his right foot and carefully tickled between them.
'HA!! HAEA EAH OH NO, OH NO OH NO!!!! hae aehahe aHA EAHEAE STOP!! aheae ahea aeh AHEAE AEHAE PLEASE STOP!!"
Then, surprisingly she did just that. The tickling suddenly stopped and she raised herself off the bed and turned to him.
"I always noticed that a human male is much more ticklish after I finish milking him. Perhaps you'll be the same way."
That got his attention, and so did the fact that her octopus arms were retracting away from his body. Once they all sunk back into her waist, it revealed that the soldier had been bound twice by this evil Dombot. She had used hundreds of self wrapping black strips of flexible mercury to secure him. It seemed to expand with his struggling, but at the same time never allowing any further movement or chance of escape. The soldier's elbows had been twice bound to each other, as were his forearms and wrists. He had been lying on top of his bound arms this whole time. Moving downward, you'd see that his erection was almost a shade of humiliation pink now. It seemed that she had used one of those naughty little ties around his penis and balls to make a cock-ring prison for him.
Without much warning, she lifted his bound legs off the mattress, and pulled his feet towards where his face was. Then, she grabbed the collar around his neck, and quickly wire tied his bound ankles to the metal 0-ring of the collar itself! In this position, his ass faced the ceiling and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it...
She slid her hands between his thighs and parted them far enough to grab his penis by the shaft and actually yank it up to expose it. With that cock-ring in place and his thighs tied together, his penis had been rendered completely helpless
Next, she leaned downward and detached something from its hiding spot beneath the floating mattress. As she brought it towards his face, he tried everything in his power to lurch forward and grab this mental machine with his legs. She just laughed off his foolish temper tantrum, and patiently waited for her little captive to relax.
"You are all mine to play with Mr. Smith." She said, wiggling what appeared to be a penis enlarging pump device around in her right hand.
"Just wait a second here. I don't get this place. Aren't you here for MY pleasure? Isn't that what you were created for?" He asked as he silently worked the elastic like mercury rope off his wrists.
"Not enjoying yourself yet?" She asked, mockingly tapping the tip of his erect member.
"Don't flatter yourself. My erection is just a side effect..." He said, turning his head.
As she continued to question her bashful bundle of joy, she happily applied the nozzle portion of the human milker over the head of his penis. In mere seconds, the milker automatically sized down to perfectly fit the shape and size of his unit. With the other hand, she reached in between his legs and carefully grabbed his testicles.
"Full of cream." She said, licking her lips at the sounds of his grunts.
Smiling with glee, she attached the tubes from the device connected to his penis to a little machine that was mounted on top of what appeared to be a 20th century milk bottle. An antique like that was rather unique for these parts, and was obviously being used for no good!
"As this naughty little machine warms up, I'm going to TICKLE my little human baby a little more. Is that alright with you?"
Not waiting for his reply, she hopped on the bed and found a comfortable seat right on top of his bound ankles. Her knees rested on either side of his face, and she was starting to run the tips of her fingers up and down the sides of his body. He immediately bucked wildly under the heavy pressure of her body and yelped out in discomfort.
"I think it's time you experienced what I can really do for a pervert like you. I know you think you love this, but after I'm finished with you, I promise you'll be wishing you never made me." She said, sticking her tongue out at him.
It was that tongue that would become his worst and most hated enemy. Beverly's lower jaw flexed downward beyond what a human could have ever done and introduced not one, but three new tongues to the world! They each had their own length and appearance, but were all created to produce such a high level of uncomfortable tickling sensations on the flesh of any body that they slithered upon. It was now that he'd finally get what he paid for and then some. Unfortunately, he was not that sort of client, and this was the last thing that he'd ever consider to be a fantasy! This was more like a total nightmare that wouldn't end!
She lowered her head directly between his butt cheeks and the tickling assault began with a flurry of artificial salvia and rapidly flapping tongues.
"Hha Hh HEHAE AEHA OHHH NO!! ha HEE hOO!! HA HA HA!! Wait!! Stop NOOOoo!!!EAE AHEAE EAH heae aeha PLEASE!! PLEASE!!! ahea aheae aea AHEHAE AEH haheahehaea Ha ehaea ahea"
One of the tongues was patiently working the shaft of his penis, making sure not to please it too much and to focus more on torturing it. The other two seemed to be fighting over his overly exposed anus, and in the process of their tongue lashings, they tickled and tickled his extremely sensitive balls and everywhere in between. Like a wolf, he howled desperately into the night.
"Ha Ha AHA AEH aheae ahea h EHAEA EAHAE AEHAE I'M GOING TO BURST! hae aeh AEHAEA STOP!!! STOP PLEASE!!"
The indicator on the milking machine was showing a flashing red beacon. This meant that the machine itself was ready and was preparing the vacuum unit deep in its robotic belly.
As her torturing tongues continued working him into screaming hysterics and relentless beggings, she offered the cheeks of his ass those buzzing fingertips of hers. She sunk the tips softly into the curves of his ass and slowly slid them up and down until he was practically in tears.
"Ha aH hae aehae no, no no!! no please! Ha hee Hae aehae aheae no more! HAh!! haehae HA EA!!HaAh ha no!! AHEA NO MORE!!!!"
His penis was throbbing now, and had now turned an interesting shade of pinkish purple in color. With tears in his eyes, and drool coming down his chin, he fired off one of the biggest forced orgasms he'd ever experienced. The entire bed rocked and rolled as he released his pure passion and sexual fuel that had been building up for months and months! The milking machine immediately sucked and slurped the contents of his passion into the filtering unit.
From there, it was to the milk bottle. To the shock of both the milking machine and Beverly Hills herself, his first shot had filled the bottle to the half way mark. It was absolutely some sort of record and he deserved something special for it...
She detached his bound ankles away from his collar and allowed them to once again slump back into the mattress. His freedom was short lived, and before he could react, Beverly had already tethered his ankles to a center beam running along the floating mattress frame. She wrestled with him until he was laying flat against his back. He came to the horrifying conclusion that he had been beaten. Of course, he'd continue struggling forever despite the reality of his situation. After all, he was, and will always be, a soldier.
She climbed his body like a kitty cat, allowing her massive breasts to bounce up and down his bound form as she approached his face. Mockingly, she licked her lips with a three tongue whip lashing motion and finally ceased movement once her belly had successfully smothered his very hard erection. She looked at him with those big fake eyes and smiled happily at her tortured sex slave.
"Fun rings!" She shouted with glee as a flesh colored panel across her waist slid back. From a little cabinet styled pocket in her belly, she pulled three clear rings out and tossed them onto the bed beside him.
"Hey Beverly," He said to his mechanical mistress as she carefully studied each of the different sized rings.
"Yes Mr. Smith?" She asked as the belly panel slowly slid shut once again.
"There's someone behind you…" She said glancing behind her.
"What? Who? This is a private session!" She shouted as she turned her body from the waist up in a full 180 degree spin.
Well, that was easier then he thought it was going to be. With every ounce of body strength he was able to summon, he pulled his ankles away from that mattress banister and pulled his legs inward as if you were pulling on the rubber band of a sling shot. Aiming for her side with the soles of his feet, he shoved his legs forward with all his might.
The impact of his double legged thrust kick settled into Beverly Hills, she was thrown off the bed at an alarming speed. A heavy thud followed by a warbled squeal sealed the deal, and he was finally free of his robotic captor.
Four feet below the floating mattress was Beverly Hill laying face down and twitching. Her impact sensors were going off all over her artificial body, and the massive hard drive inside her system's main controller was going haywire with mixed emotions. It scanned through the millions and millions of code lines in an effort to find a realistic reaction in regards to what just happened.
"Owww!" She shouted, as her robotic body started unwinding from its current pretzel shape stance.
(A million credits, two dozen scientists, and all of the future's greatest technology were invested in these dolls, and we get an Owww? Go figure...)
Meanwhile, our soldier had just about worked both wrists out of those zip ties. He had already pulled the suction device carefully off the swollen head of his penis, and was now working on the rest of his freedom. He would to hurry though, because she wouldn't be out of commission for much longer. He twisted his body to the right side, and slid his wrists back and forth together until he had made enough friction space to actually get one of his toes in between his wrists. Now, he would slowly lean back and pull with the strength in his leg until the tie snapped and broke off. He knew this would work, and quickly dismissed the pain and strain that would be coming along for the ride.
"Arrrrrgggghhhhh!!!" He shouted towards the holographic image of a blue sky and fluffy white clouds displayed on the ceiling above him.
It didn't work the first time, so he lean forward and bent his knee so that he could try it again. He'd do this all night if he had to. A few more failed attempts, and the anger inside him was reaching a boiling point. As he arched his back for the fourth and final try, the scale and face of the devious Beverly Hills slowly rose from just behind the foot of the floating bed. Her eyes were locked in a frown, but her smile was still present. Without a welcome or a hello again, she jumped back on the bed and immediately seized her captive with not two arms, but seven. Five of them were those blasted robotic tentacles, and worked well in immediately imobilizing her prey. She twisted her body so her back was facing his chin, and without warning, she smothered his face with her entire rear end. From there, it was child's play to place those "fun rings" where they needed to be.
-Tickled, with a side of fun rings-
You've all heard of suspension bondage right? Normally, the prisoner of love is tied at all four limbs and then hung from those points. Some of us can achieve this with the use of a leather pleasure swing that hangs from carefully installed hooks in our bedrooms, while others visit professional dungeons are suspended by our ankles, or worse, by the toes!
Now I'd like for you to forget everything you know about suspension and allow me to introduce the fun rings. Our soldier is hanging in hogtie in the middle of this pleasure hotel room. He'd scream, but an O-ring gag has been shoved between his lips, and his quivering tounge has been yanked through that hole. Across his eyes are blindvision goggles that are now forcing him to stare directly at Beverly Hills through the tiny Holovision monitors covering each of his eyes. This will force him to not only watch himself tickled, but enjoy the prelude for the torture...
The rings were illuminating an eerie shade of blue that seems to highlight the entire room. His rear end hangs below, and points towards the floor of this place. He is watching her prepare the tools and toys for the evening. The ultimate climax that Mr. Smith had programmed for himself was now being prepared for the soldier. He watches her running her fingers over the curves of his ass, and then covering something big and pink in a little half circle filled with green gel. She steps back and shouts a command at the fun rings.
"Flight of the eagle!"
In a few seconds, his hogtie is released and the glowing rings on his wrists and ankles spread away from each other and stretch him to a comfortable yet disturbingly exposing position. This is all happening mid air by the way. He watches her robotic hands grabbing that weird looking pink thing, and then slowly inching her way towards his rear end once again.
"Don't worry Mr. Smith, this won't hurt a bit!" She says with glee as she slowly rams the head of the phallic shaped device into him!
"UuuOOOuUUGGGHHHH.." He moans out in discomfort. Trying to close his eyes in an effort not to watch only introduces his eyelids to the sting of electric shocks. He must watch. Suddenly, that little pink toy begins buzzing heavily as two rods emerge from the exposed portion of it sticking out of his rear end. Apparently, it has two tickling hands of its own. For the next half hour, those little detailing tickle hands will focus their efforts on his penis, his lower abdomen, his inner thighs, and of course, his testicles.
"UuUUOoOOOOOGGHHHHH!!!" He shouts as those little suckers begin their exploring. They glide ever so swiftly along the inner thighs of his legs. He tries ever so desperately to buck and thrust this very intruding tickler out of him, but nothing works. The little device seems to have clamped itself in place, and now only Beverly Hills had the power of turning it off.
"I almost forgot one!" She says out loud. From a panel covering her left butt cheek, she pulls a smaller looking ring outward and into the room. Unfortunately, the size of this ring is far too small for his wrists or ankles. I'm afraid that this one appears to be made for something else...
"This little piggy!" She shouts at the fun rings.
In seconds, his spread eagled form changes once again. Now, the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet are locked and touching each other as they face the floor. The rest of him is being carefully suspended by the newly added fun ring found tucked just behind his balls and around his erection. It hurts much less then it sounds because the ring actually takes most of the pressure. Never the less, it still sucks for him...
With her mouth and three tongues flapping away, she begins to tickle and suckle the toes of his left foot until he is bursting with giggles and screaming for mercy.
"Hha Ha haea uuopogggghh!! ahea eaheaeha ahea uhhhhggghh!! uUhhggh aehahea uuuhhgghh!!"
Both hands are working the right foot into a mad frenzy of foot wiggling motions and constant babbling and tortured laughter from the suspended soldier above. She is able to kneel below him while having full access to his feet. She knows this is his ultimate fantasy. No malice, no anger, and certainly no hurt feelings from Beverly Hills as she tortures this man into insanity. This is exactly what she was programmed to do, and will do it again and again and again...
"Hh haa ahehae uugghh!! uaueaeaheaea aueae HAHEA EAHEA UGGHH!!! "
The butt plug tickler simply readjusted its arms and continued tickling the poor man into tears. You can't imagine what it feels like to have your scrotum tickled by this little thing. Just be thankful you'll probably never know.
" UuUGGHHH!!!! HA hea eahea eahea uggghhhh!!!!"
The urge to sexually explode builds up in him once again as he tickled into a mindless fit of agonzied giggles and squirming fits. Sadly, the fun ring around his penis and testicles has another function of punishment, the thrill of being held in a prison of sexual chastity. Thanks to that little monster, he is unable to reach that sexual dreamland in which he so badly desires!
"UuUGGHHH!!!! UUUGGGHHH!!!!!"
"Let's play this little piggy with these little toes one more time..." She says as she begins wrapping her three slithering tongues around three individual squirming toes. She wraps each toe around the stem of the first three toes on his right foot, and is actually able to continue talking with her built-in voice system.
As she playfully hums the little tune, those poor little toes of his are buzzed and heavily sucked. Shouting desperately through the 0-RING gag, the soldier curses the day he was born with a penis and vows to never have sex again!!
Then, everything stops suddenly. This scene of demented tickle torture is cut short and paused as if life was a motion picture. The soldier's body is suddenly lowered towards the ground as the beautiful Beverly Hills slides off the bed. A little HAZ-MAT robot suddenly hovers into the room from an open vent in the ceiling. It beeps a few dozen times before the shell covering the top of the device itself slowly opens. The sex bot gathers the milking machine and its tubes and attachments and drops them into this little floating robot. She then reaches in and slowly yanks the anus tickler out of the soldier without so much as a little warning ahead of time.
"UuUGGHHH!!!"
The arms lower back into the pink phallic shaped toy and then it is dropped into the HAZ-MAT container as well. After a few beeps, it quickly hovers back into the vent in the ceiling before it shuts. She then helps him lower to the mattress, and carefully removes the gag and that expensive blindfolding device from his face. The fun rings disconnect, and finally release him from the suspension. He could easily grab her and smash her body into a million microchips, but he doesn't.
Without as much as a goodbye kiss, Beverly Hills steps back into her original position and shuts down completely. Once again, she is nothing but the lifeless maniquinn that he first laid eyes on. It is finally over, and he is now a free man.
An itemized bill suddenly sprouts from the sliding panel just above her tempting vagina, and you are left alone once again.
-Candy Shoppe Lobby (The next morning )-
Marlvin and his crew of sexy androids are busy on the phones and are trying their best to help the long line of horny customers desperately trying to get their own little parties started. It is mad house in their today because a majority of the traveling shuttles are departing in a few hours. To some, missing that shuttle will be like putting a gun against their skulls. It could mean a loss of a wife, loss of a job, and certainly the loss of ever returning to pleasure island again.
"Yes of course you can bring your wife Mr. Johnson! Mind if I Show her my CIRcuits?" Marlvin shouts into the video phone behind him as he mockingly thrusts his crotch up and down.
"WHAT!!? Why you sick son of a bitch!! I'll rip you apart for saying that!!" The man shouts on the screen.
"You know I'm merely kidding Mr. Johnson. I have the up most respect for all my clients!!" He shouts as he lifts both arms into the air to take some sort of savior like stance.
A gloved hand finds itself against his left shoulder, and in seconds spins his hot wired ass around so that he can face him eye to eye for the second time. Marlvin's right hand immediately reaches for the security button as his eyes scan the familiar features of what seems to be a very angry human soldier. As he reaches out for the button with the little stubs that now represent his fingers, the soldier finally gets to give him a piece of his mind.
The soldier looks anything but happy at this point. His face is showing signs of anger and extreme frustration. His clothes looked tattered and wrinkled, and the reddish pink circles around his wrists serve as a constant reminder of what hell he just went through. The soldier places his other hand against Marlvin's opposite shoulder, and is now leaning inward so their faces soon meet at the forehead. His eyes are burning with anger, and his nostrils flare out like that of a charging bull. Marlvin can tell this is about to get very ugly. The rest of the employees seem to agree, but are standing still and not responding just yet.
"I... tried to warn you about that sex robot! You didn't let me explain! "Marlvin shouts out in a last chance cry for mercy.
He tightens his grip, and pulls him even closer. He finally decides to give him a piece of his mind...
"She wouldn't happen to be available tomorrow evening would she?"
* End of Transmission *
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Floating Holidays
Story code: F/m
Hello Ladies and germs! I'd like to RE-introduce this chilling-to-the-boner Sci-Fi and Highly Demented Tickling torture story. Now, included in the story are two extremely awesome tickle-torture drawings created by noneother than AUGUSTINE himself.
He is known in the Artwork Forum for his unique sense of humor, his bizarre and painful looking bondage, and his attention to sexual torment.
Honestly, he brings something new to the table with his unique style and fresh approach to this genre.
Please, enjoy the story, but more importantly, enjoy the eye candy that comes with it!
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I am a Soldier...
I have been bred to serve one purpose…
To protect this city from harm's way. Period.
I have fought dozens of battles, and have shed blood and tears on the grounds of every single one of them. I have killed dozens of enemy soldiers for this city, and some with my own bare hands. I am trained in the arts of every style of combat you can think, and know more about firearms then I ever wanted to know. I have driven hovercrafts into the skies above, and blown the enemies into dust. I have taken Tredding tanks through water and snow, and have blasted my way through the interiors of many buildings. I have used enemy aircraft and weapons against themselves. There is nothing I can't do. I am their exterminator, and they don't belong here. I have lost everything I have, and have gained nothing from killing. No awards, no medals. Just the idea that innocent people are safely snug in their beds at the day's end is enough for me.
Other then this, I am nothing....
But now, I'M ON VACATION!!!
Finally, a break from all this wartime bullshit! Two weeks of relaxtion and self development was the only mission in front of this war torn soldier. Catching the last VertaTram out of the base wasn't easy, but he made it. Well, sort of...
Our story begins at a VertaTram station in the future…
"Sir! I'm afraid you've missed the tram! Try back in another 54 Gigs!" The robotic conductor explained.
Well, I guess he missed it this time huh? Oh well, try again later right? Not exactly! Pulling his grappling hook from the huge metal backpack he wore, he spun the chain connected to it above his head and tossed it with all his strength towards the leaving VertaTram. The hooks hit the side of the tram hard, and tore into one of the passenger doors.
Like a jet ski pulling a jet skier, our soldier was lifted into the air and thrown towards the tram at an incredible speed!
His legs smashed into several Virtual Newspaper distributors, and nearly killed some old guy selling Hi-Frame batteries for those popular speed shoes that all the kids were wearing nowadays. Like a bass at the end of a fishing line, our soldier spun left and right in mid air as he began pulling himself towards the tram. Several onlookers seated at the rear of the tram watched in complete shock as they witnessed this insanity unfold.
In a few more minutes, this Tram would reach the point in which it entered the energy tunnel beneath the city, and then be blasted into light speed. If our soldier friend wasn't within the body of the tram before that happened, he'd be ending his vacation a little earlier then scheduled. In fact, he'd be ending his life!!
The Tram driver was instructed to maintain speed and continue the planned course. This lunatic was at his own risk now, and should have thought about this before now. But that's just it, a soldier doesn't think. There's no time to waste thinking! Like his life saving decisions on the battlefield, this soldier just acted on impulses!
He was merely a few feet from the Tram's rear entrance when the siren for the energy tunnel's warm up blared loud and clear. Local androids working near the entrance knew to back away at least twenty feet before the Tram got there. Slower androids that missed the important message could still be seen lying in the fields near the entrance, only now blackened and fried like bacon. ( a meat byproduct served during breakfast centuries ago )
Last minute style, our soldier reached the banister of the last transport car of the tram, and tossed himself against the back window. With a blast of fiber glass, and the sound of shattering plasma, our soldier rolled into the tram itself on his shoulders and practically landed in some hot women's lap. The Tram security system immediately patched up the open window with a metal replacement in the last few seconds as they entered the tunnel and were blasted into speeds beyond the boundaries of reality.
Our soldier lifted himself from the ground before the eyes of several dozen stunned onlookers. He shook the fiber glass pieces off his chest and shoulders before taking notice to his surroundings. The only sounds were the video animated promotion posters found throughout the car itself. Smiling, he grabbed the nearest magazine, and turned his attention to an open seat.
"Is this seat taken?" He asked the elderly woman sitting next to it.
--Pleasure Island—
Imagine if the entire city of Las Vegas, every strip club you've ever been to, and all of the world's greatest theme parks decided to get together and throw a little party. That would be the best way to describe Pleasure Island…
The generic name came from the fact that strong laws regarding marketing wouldn't allow competition among individual vendors, and was therefore all classified as one strong entity. In other words, all money earned on the island was collected and processed by the leading members on the board. These ten men and women ran every aspect of this island and made sure that no stones were left unturned. If they noticed a new gang rising up the ranks in a mission to take over a section of Pleasure Island, the board would buy and sell them into working for the company before they knew what hit them. Money was the driving force behind this place, and there was little anyone could do to stop it.
Pleasure Island had it all, and then some. The island had its own law enforcement and medical services. It had its very own postal system, and traded with other cities in order to get produce and supplies. You couldn't walk down any road or alleyway in Pleasure Island without seeing something amazing or finding your newest bad habit. This place was crawling technology's finest in perversion, and with it some of these most vile of perverts. Creatures from all over the galaxy came here to enjoy some private time away from their homes.
You'd see the lizard people from some swamp ridden planet way into the far east corner of the galaxy and you'd notice a few of those half-dog, half-cat looking bastards from several different planets lining the outer rim. This place was nothing sort of a giant freak show. Out of all these slime sucking creatures, it'd seemed that humans had the worst reputation. They were considered trouble makers. It was probably based on the simple fact that human beings refused laying down and taking it up the tailpipe when invaders came into our planets looking to take over. We were fighters and survivors, and for that, we were considered problems. The rest of them just raise their hands into the air, and take whatever came their way. That's why the city he called home was always under attack, and why he would do anything to protect it. But, right now, he was horny.
The idea of going to one of those public Vid-strip clubs left a sour taste in his mouth. Every time he went in a place like that, he'd always leave with a few cuts and bruises and several heads hanging from his belt. Tonight, he just didn't want all the bullshit. He was on vacation. He could always venture down the main strip of Pleasure Island and find one of those little bars that offered Holographic sexual fantasies to experience. But, on the other hand, he had been there and done that already. Besides, tonight he was looking for some actual penetration. In this case, Pleasure Island's Adult Candy Shoppe was the answer to all his problems.
-The Adult Candy Shoppe-
You think Candy Shoppe, and you think suckers and gumballs right? Well, not in Pleasure Island folks. You wouldn't find a single piece of candy in this entire store. Instead, you'd find the hottest pieces of ass you'd ever laid eyes on! She'd be your dream cum true because that's where she'd come from, your dreams! The only suckers were the horny bastards willing to pay the admission price on top of the house price so that they'd have their place saved for next year.
Short story version, this was a whore house of the future. Oh yeah, and none of the women were actually real women. The Adult Candy Shoppe offered the most advanced Sex robots to their many satisfied clients. You'd have full creative control when designing your perfect women from scratch. This was the Stepford Slut of your dreams, and she'd be yours for the evening. To the less imaginative, you could scroll through a catalog of pre made Sex robots for the evening. Our soldier was one of those types. Some guys went into this thing like they were fucking Picasso or something. For hours, they'd craft their personal dream slut.
Not our soldier however. He cared little for details like hair color and attitude, and just wanted to have sex as quickly as possible before his head exploded. At the front desk was Marlvin 069. This overly animated and downright bizarre character owned the place. He was nice and all, but sometimes he had a way of getting under your skin with his overly happy personality. Our soldier wasn't feeling like playing around tonight, so he approached the front counter with a mission of getting past this bozo as quickly as possible.
"Well-hell-hell-hell- Hello there Soldier!!" He pulled his arm back to salute him.
"Hello…"he said with an emotionless look on his face as he greeted the top hat wearing excentric shoppe owner.
Suddenly, Marlvin started doing some sort of wacky dance. His arms were spinning around, and his eyes were flashing red and blue lights.
"WeLcome back tO our Our little slice of PAraDice Pie!" The droid grinned, flashing his shiny metal teeth.
"I just need a room and a woman..." -he said, trying to keep his cool.
As he said this, he pointed to the first Sex robot he saw on a human female menu. Her name, appearance and sexual appetite made no difference to him at all.
"Ah Yes! Woo HOO!!! Beverly Hill, version 9021001~! Although, I must WARN YA-"
The Droid’s sentence was cut short as the soldier grabbed the collar of his shiny black jacket and violently yanked him forward. He stared deeply into his flashing eyes so that his circuits would feel his anger.
"No warnings, no bullshit dances, just the room and her. Are we clear Candy Man?" He said without a stutter.
"Loud and CLear..." Marlvin said suddenly dropping the goofy voice.
With that, the soldier released his grip and shoved him back behind the desk. Marlvin smashed into the ' Design your own Slut ' holographic display with his body and then fell to the ground with a loud thud. No major damage done really. Just a few glasses fell from the counter top, which caused a few people glanced over in their direction. Oh, and the sex robot's image in the holographic display sort of flickered on and off for a brief second or two.
"Can someone.. Say.. Law Suit!! " He shouted, rolling back up to his feet.
The soldier just stared at him, and then opened his jacket so Marlvin could see what the gun he carried looked like.
"Can someone say Just KidDing! HA HA! " He shouted.
As Marlvin started talking prices, our soldier simply pulled his Vengence Force I.D. chip and shoved it into the register.
Despite the fact that human beings were the scum of this place, nobody could turn down a military I.D. of any kind, not even from the enemy...
"Alright Soldier! Ten Hut! Prepare for the best Sex in the GalaXy!! " A pre recorded military song started playing from Marlvin's voice box as he explained.
"What room number?" He said, trying to speed this up. There was a line of horny and impatient looking creatures behind him, and all Marlvin wanted to do was stand there and sing songs. Plus, he didn't necessarily want to broadcast the fact that he actually was a soldier to every person within walking distant of the front desk! Marlvin just didn't get it.
"Alice will GIVE you the keys to your Dreams Big boy! Ha!" He said, going into some sort of running man dance move.
That was the last straw...
A few minutes later, he walked over to a robot standing in front of a long, sexually animated hallway of rooms. There had to be a thousand different rooms in this place. He just wanted one, and he wanted it now. Alice had been designed to resemble a certain story book character with the same name, only my version is much sexier.
"I need your Vid-Stub please." She said as a slim panel opened just above her eyebrows.
The soldier slid the little card through her forehead and stepped back. She closed her eyes, and the sounds of processing began. Finally, he was starting to get somewhere.
"Thank you Soldier. Our gratitude is always available to you. Your Room number is F-5678."
As Alice said this, a thin card with a green holographic image of a key on the front emerged from that very same thin panel in her forehead. This was all he was looking for.
In this time period, escalators and elevators were a thing of the past. Now, Injection- transportation tubes took care of all your traveling needs. The Candy Shoppe had eight of them on tap. Each one was a long tube that branched out to every room within this amazing place. At the bottom was an egg shaped transporter that you'd sit in, and literally getting sucked up and then injected into your room. It was so easy, and so fast!
As our soldier headed towards an available transporter, he stopped at the trash can to get rid of some junk he was holding. He had a few receipts, an empty bottle of Ocena Water, and a few of Marlvin's mangled fingers...
-No Warnings-
The room was nothing fancy, but it had everything he wanted. A bed and a toilet was suffice, but the beautiful looking blonde in the corner of the room didn't hurt either. She hadn't been activated yet, so she stood there like the lifeless robot she was.
He threw his backpack against the far wall, and stepped into the bathroom for a few minutes. As he washed his face, he started thinking about the war back home. The water splashing against his skin had reminded him of a horrible Tredding tank disaster that cost the lives of a few close friends of his. In an effort to get into an enemy zone that had been left unguarded, the small group of human soldiers decided to risk everything and attempt to cross a frozen river in a Tredding tank. These weren't your typical tanks, and got their name based on the idea that they displaced their weight and were able to tread water and ice without any problems.
But, a mistake in the coordinating of route planning sent them crashing into the tip of a frozen rock that rose from the frozen surface of the river. The tank's tredding system smashed into this rock, and literally tore the entire bottom half off the tank! It then slammed down on the ice and skidded across the frozen water like a skipping stone. The jet engine for the tredding tank's flight mode were heavily damaged and now being used to propel them forward!! As they traveled in a zig zag formation, the jets burning behind left tracker trail marks into the ice that eventually melted. A few more feet of this nonsense, and the tank finally cracked the ice and into the freezing waters they plunged!
With that, water burst into the main deck of the tank as the four man group scrambled to get their breathing masks and instant wet suits activated. But the water was just too strong and too swift, and before they knew it, the tank's interior had filled entirely with the chilling waters of death. Two of his crew, his gunner and the Co-pilot, weren't fast enough and immediately went into shock. Our soldier survived, but had to live with the fact that his last minute change in the route planning was responsible for this disaster. Their lives were on him...
As he slowly pulled himself up from the sink, he got an eerie feeling that someone was watching him. In the mirror, behind his reflection were the frozen bodies of those soldiers staring blankly at him screaming...
" Aaaaaahhhh!" He screamed, sending his fist into the glass.
With a loud crash, a rippling effect flashed across the mirror as if a rock had been thrown into a pond. He knew as well as anyone else that the mirror wasn't glass. It was more like some sort of mercury turned to a half-liquid/ half solid. He had to get this shit of his mind. He had to try and remember that this was his vacation. Most importantly of all, he had to get laid!
It had been a few months since his last encounter with the opposite sex and for the first time since high school, he was feeling sort of rusty. Plus, this wasn't real, so he could keep her waiting and not hear any complaints about it. Maybe a skin flick would do the trick..
Hopping off the bed, he walked towards the HoloVid Projector and adjusted it's aim towards the bed. He flicked the little thumb print on the side of it's main hub, and then stepped away from it. That was the hard part. Now he had to decide what to watch. The screen flickered in and out until a perfect picture of video selections was seemingly floating mid air between him and the HoloVision unit itself. Using his finger, he scrolled down the list of nearly a thousand different pornographic films until he found something worth watching.
Tonight, he felt like seeing a female human doing a female of an alien species. Our soldier had a soft spot in his cock for these mixed planet HoloFilms.
"Debbie does Dalluspoz" Perfect choice...
Now, as he dimmed the lights and found a comfortable corner of the room, he prepared himself for a little skin show before the main event. Like magic, two Holographic images of females were now displayed as if they were right there lying on that bed before him. The picture was sort of grainy, but these were skin flicks, so quality was the last thing on the customer's mind.
"I'm sorry I kissed you... "The beautiful human woman moaned.
"Erhjky bejhe..."
(Don't be)
At that point, our human female rolled onto her belly, and playfully sucked on the little purple tentacles rising from Dalluspoz's breasts. As she did this, the alien's fingers seductively played with the soles of her feet. She even got a few giggles out of Debbie. As she began to mount Debbie, he noticed her left hand disappear into the pillow that was laying there on the bed. He grabbed one of his boots, and tossed it hard towards that pillow. It momentarily shattered the image of the women fucking each other and slammed into the pillow before falling off the bed, and taking the pillow with it. There… perfect…
After a few more minutes of watching the show, he was more then ready for his date. Lifting himself to his knees, he paced over to the equipment and shut it all down. The image faded out on the bed and vanished. He removed the rest of his clothing and finished that little bottle of whatever the fuck it was. Then, he turned his attention to tonight's main event...
-Beverly Hill, version 9021001-
There she was in all her glory. Standing about six foot five, this blonde bombshell looked good enough to give her a bath, only to take her out and tongue-dry her body. Her body was of course perfect and blemish free. However, she had such a sense of realism to her. If you walked in unaware of the situation at hand, you'd assume you were looking at just another human female.
Every detail seemed to have some life to it. He started to understand why someone would bother creating the perfect woman. Maybe next time he’d try it out, but not now. Not wanting any extra charges for oil soaked sheets, the soldier ripped the silk ones off the mattress until it was nothing but the mattress.
The four posted bed was charming, but seemed to get in the way as he tried yanking the sheets from between the mattress and the box spring. He drew the curtains in, locked the door tight, and flipped the dial to initiate the holograph of the ' Do Not Disturb ' image at the front door. In this case, it was an image of Marlvin with a sleeping cap on his head snoring with the words written in an android language of some kind.
After finishing a complimentary bottle of some of the worst wine ever, he pulled off his shirt and reached for the key to start the evening's fun. Now, all he had to do was slid that key into the Sex Robot's panel, which was located just above her vagina. It had real hair by the way! He took a deep breath, and tilted the card forward...
"Here's to me…" He said, sliding it through.
Without a second's worth of delay, Beverly's blue eyes flickered open as she slowly began to get animated. The soldier watched in amazement as this robotic woman came alive piece by piece. After the eyes flickered back and forth, he watched her nostrils flare in and out. After that, she smiled at him.
"Hello Mr. Smith... "It said as her eyes scanned his body.
He leaned back on the bed and stared right back into her eyes. He didn't know who the hell Mr. Smith was, but it hardly mattered to his hard as a rock erection.
Plus, what's the harm in a little roleplay?
"Mr. Smith wants you to show me what you got..."He said.
Suddenly, the rest of her body started getting more and more jumpy. Her arms began to rotate in a slow fashion, and she tilted to the left and right at her waist. She was stretching out like us humans did as we woke up in the morning. Then she lowered to a pounce position to show off her incredible leg flexing ability. She looked up at him and winked as she bounced up and down on the heels of her feet. Her ass rocked up and down in slow and sexy motion. It was beautiful to see.
"Just a few of my little tricks..." She said.
Beverly began walking around the room as to explore the bedroom for the first time. She stopped at the sheets on the floor as sensors in her toes indicated something on the floor. Then, she turned her full attention to the man that owned her for the evening. She suddenly dropped on all fours, and seductively crawled towards where he sat on the bed until her face rested against his crotch. She looked up at him with those big blue eyes and said,
"I want your cock in my mouth." She said, closing her eyes and opening her jaws.
The idea that it might be sort of stupid to put such a delicate object into a robot's mouth containing teeth crossed his mind as the pants dropped, but he had gone too far already. There was no turning back now...
"Mmppphh... mmmmppphhh..." She moaned, keeping her eyes open and looking at him the whole time.
It was the best blow job he'd ever had in his life. It was almost as if her mouth was a vagina! This lasted a few more seconds until she detected that he might be ready for an explosion. Beverly Hill suddenly stopped, and slowly pulled away. She then rose to her knees and whispered into his right ear...
"Take me..."
These words ignited the flames of his passion like a burning match to a puddle of gasoline. The Soldier took her into his arms and lifted her onto the floating bed. He quickly slapped the "Sea sex" option, and soon the sounds of seagulls and the steadily rocking of the Hover mattress brought them into that fantasy. She was lying on her back and gazing up at him as thought long and hard about which position he'd try first.
"I like my women on top." He said, rolling onto his back and resting his head on the palms of his hands.
She complied rather quickly, and began to straddle his waist. For a second there, he almost completely forgot that she wasn't even a living thing. She seemed to be enjoying herself and her artificial body was reacting as if nature was pulling her strings. Of course, sex was the last thing on Beverly Hill's programmed mind. She was just taunting her prey...
His erection slapped against the rubber cheeks of her rear end as she began running her hands up his chest towards the sides of his war torn face. That's when she leaned inward and started tongue kissing him. Fuck, she even had saliva glands. Their mouths locked onto one another and soon their tongues were slithering into each other's mouths. Beverly got a little more aggressive with her tongue, and sort of shoved the length of it into his mouth towards his throat. His eyes widened a little, but he hardly panicked. She moaned with pleasure as she lifted her crotch off his lower stomach, and lined her artificial opening with his massive penis.
"I want you Mr. Smith..." She whispered.
The soft, robotic lips of her pussy opened slightly and invited his member inside her. He threw his head back, and grunted a little. He had to admit it, this felt incredible. It was better then real life. Like a little sex vacuum, her moans venus softly sucked his penis deep inside her until she reached the desired position. Then, things got a little strange. From the inside of her sex, he suddenly felt a little metal ring being slowly shoved over the head of his penis and then traveling downward on his shaft. Although it felt sort of strange, he was really enjoying it. It was her tongue tricks, however, that finally sent him over the edge!
Like a balloon inflating, Beverly's tongue started to grow in size until it was practically a little ball. Like air filling an old fashioned basketball, her new ball tongue continued growing until it had filled his entire mouth! His eyes opened wide, and The Soldier immediately went into a full scale panic mode. He immediately tried raised both legs so he could close them around her waist with massive force and strength. He couldn’t get the leverage he desired. She had him exactly where she wanted him...
"Mmpphh!!!" He shouted as she grabbed for his wrists and slammed them down against the mattress with an even greater force. All the while, she had this eerie emotionless look in her robotic eyes. The grip her vagina had on his penis suddenly tightened as if she was holding it with her bare hands. Then, she released her tongue from its connector and pulled her head away from his. This left him struggling beneath her, and tongue-gagged...
Like a reptile's tail, she was able to re spawn a fresh pink tongue within seconds. That was the first of the many physical changes her body would endure. Like a caterpillar, she was preparing for her metamorphasis. Of course, instead of morphing into a beautiful butterfly, Beverly was about to become one of the most sadistic tickling machines ever created...
Her hands and arms moved quickly as she reached and grabbed for his wrists. He was able to keep them out of reach and even landed a few solid punches into her stomach. It didn't even affect her at all. She noticed he was pretty quick, and felt that a little backup would make things go a little smoother. The skin covered panels on her shoulder blades suddenly slid back and out came two more arms. They recoiled outward, and started extending towards his ankles.
"Mmmmppphhhh!!!!" He shouted as he again tried punching and kicking his way out of this.
"You have been a very naughty little boy, haven't you?" She said with a grin that would make Jack Torrance shiver.
She wiggled her finger back and forth in the air as she giggled a little. Steam puffs emitted through her belly button as her waist began to slowly rise upward and away from her crotch. Thick metal poles riddled with colorful wires and red and blue flashing beacons could be seen as her waist and upper body sort of raised upward in the air. Once the cap was off so to speak, she released twelve robotic octopus like tentacles that slithered outward and began grabbing and wrapping themselves around the Soldier's arms and legs. A few circled his wrists and elbows, while a few snatched his ankles and knees. One wrapped itself around his neck, and another circled his lower stomach and ran between his legs until finding a comfy home right up his..
"MmmMMppppppphhhhh!!" He shouted in complete shock and displeasure.
Suddenly, this once Blonde bombshell was now looking more like an electric octopus with a human head on a stick coming from the center of it! Despite his incredible strength, the Soldier just wasn't strong enough to find freedom from her entangling tentacles and fast moving hands. Soon, he'd be laughing hysterically about it...
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At the front counter of The Adult Candy Shoppe, a man was shouting at the top of his lungs at the android workers behind the counter. His face was a shade of hot pink, and steam seemed to be rising from his ears. Needless to say, this man was very upset.
"Do you have any idea what I went through to BE HERE TONIGHT? DO YOU??! "He shouted in anger.
"Sir, we apologize sincerely, and promise to never repeat these actions in the future." The Robo-worker explained.
This wasn't settling very well with this man, and his temperature started to reach a boiling point. The anger was coming from the fact that coming to Pleasure Island was something that he had to plan out several months in advance. There was so much set up involved, so many lies to tell, and so much at stake! For one thing, he was married! If his wife ever found out about these private trips to the Island, she'd slice his balls off.
"Where's that Marlvin?!?" He shouted at the androids.
"I'm sorry Sir, but he is unavailable at the moment." She explained calmly.
"I want him out here right NOW!!!! I WANT THAT LYING BOX OF BOLTS TO EXPLAIN WHAT WENT WRONG HERE!!"
As he continued shouting, the androids tried everything in their power to assure the gentlemen that he'd be taken care of.
"He promised me that I'd have my Beverly tonight! TO-NIGHT! That means right now! "He said, wiping a little of the spit that fired from his mouth off his chin.
The androids entered Beverly Hill's serial number into their HoloVid Data Base collector. Unfortunately, there was nothing but bad news for the gentlemen. She had already been rented the evening...
"It appears that she's been checked out for the evening…" She said with confidence.
The tone of her robotic voice was the thing that finally tossed our angry little human friend over the edge. He started shouting and banging his fists against the counter. The creatures waiting in line behind the man actually stepped back a few feet while he threw his little hissy fit. It was only when he started to threaten the lives of the androids at the front counter that security stepped in and handled the situation.
Only after the gentlemen's face had been smashed into the counter and his arms were completed and securely wrapped in a restricting arm binder did the famous Marlvin finally make his appearance. He had been hiding between the legs of the android working the front counter for the last five Diga-Minutes. Tipping his hat to the man, he now felt safe to explain that this was his mistake and that he was sorry.
"I am really, REally sorry for you Mr. Smith." Marlvin said using the gentlemen's phony name. It seemed that nearly everyone in this place was named Mr. Smith!
"Geez, that counter looks really hard." As he said this, he tapped the top of the counter and then tapped the top of his own head.
"You lied to me!!" He said as security held him a few inches off the ground.
These were giant security Mechs that looked as if they were ready to engage in military combat as opposed to keeping the peace at some sleazy whorehouse in the rotting center of Pleasure Island.
"I cannot tell a lie, for if I do, I might cry! Waaahhh.. waaaahhh!! " The sounds of a human baby played through his voice box as he chuckled.
"Why you rotten son of a bitch!! I swear I'll dismantle your robotic ass for this!!" He shouted.
"Look Mr. Smith, I know I promised that your doll would be available tonight, but something unexpected happened. I didn't know how to react! I really am sorry! "He said nervously.
"I thought you said I was the only Sicko you'd ever known to design a Sex Doll for what I wanted. I guess I'm not the only weirdo out here after all!" Mr. Smith said, spitting at Marlvin's animated face.
"He doesn't know..." Marlvin explained as a little windshield wiper descended from his forehead and cleared the spit wad.
The man's jaw nearly hit the floor at Marlvin's words.
"What the fuck do you mean he doesn't know?" He asked with an angry and rather confused look on his face.
"He wouldn't let me explain the details of his choice for the evening..." Marlvin said.
"So, you're tellin' me that this guy rented a Sex doll designed to be the meanest Tickling torture Dom-Bot ever known to man and he has no clue. A woman with absolutely nothing programmed into her mind other then making him wish he never had a penis and he doesn't even know it? "
Slowly, but with a funny smile, Marlvin nodded his head yes...
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Beverly Hills was one of the only sex dolls in The Adult Candy Shoppe that actually WASN'T designed for sex. She was under the "Fetish" robot catagory due to the designer's strange desires of being tied down helplessly tickled for hours and hours and hours. Of course, Marlvin did try to explain that he had selected a beautiful woman from a side of the menu that very few, if any, delved into at all. Most men came to this place to find pleasure, and to enjoy the feeling of being a king in the bedroom, as opposed to being treated like a slave and sexually punished all night long...
"MMMMpppphhhhhh!!!!" He cried out in agony as Beverly started rolling his body off the bed and into more a suspended position with her powerful tentacles. His penis was now freed from her Pussy trap, but nowhere near out of harm's way. In fact, things were about to get rather uncomfortable. Readers with soft stomachs might want to scroll down a little...
"You know, there's something about torturing a man that gets me all hot and bothered between my legs…" She said as he was lifted into the air by his ankles.
Soon, the soles of his bare feet would be pressing against the ceiling of the room as he was hoisted and held in the air by the strength and number of all her tentacles. Beverly was actually able to walk around the room regardless of the fact that her waist had been raised off her hips. She was once again in regular human female form, unless you counted the giant robotic squid coming from her tummy. The second set of arms and hands had retracted into her shoulder blades once again, but that wouldn't last long.
"Are you ticklish Mr. Smith?" She asked childishly.
He wasn't interested in listening to this whacked out robotic Slut at this point, and was trying everything in his power to get himself free. If only he was listening, he might have been a little more prepared for what happened next.
"I asked you a question." She said sternly as she raised her hands to rest on the sides of his stomach. She immediately felt a strain, and smiled at the tensing of his muscles as she playfully danced her robotic fingertips across his stomach from left to right.
His face trembled, but he didn't dare give in to the urges to struggle and giggle it up like some wimp. He was much stronger then this, and had been trained to deal with tortures ten to fifty times worse then tickling. Besides, after all he's been through in this life, there was no way that tickling was going to be the torture to finally break him. After all, he was a soldier...
Ten short minutes later…
"Mmahhae aehqammapphh HAH AHEAMMMPPHH!! mMMPPOHH!!"
He struggling and laughing hysterically as Beverly Hill continued to tickle the soles of his feet. She had lowered him so that his back was resting against the floating mattress once again. Her robotic tentacles had done an excellent job of re-wrapping her captive tickle toy, and she was now enjoying the taste of his wriggling toes and the soles of his very soft and ticklish feet. Like a mummy, the tentacles had wrapped him from neck to ankles and left him at the complete mercy of a machine.
Using her teeth, she'd taunt her little boy toy with silly remarks about his struggling to free himself just before nibbling along the sides of both his feet. She'd work her mouth over his arches, and then towards that cushy pad just beneath his wiggling toes.
"MmPPAHHA AHAEAHE maehahea mmmpphh aehahe a MAHEHAEA!!! "
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!POP!!
Suddenly, that tongue ball gag popped and his mouth was once again free! Of course, with Beverly tickling the soles of his feet, he could hardly speak at all anyway...
"Hae ahe aehaea ahea please stop!! h EH heae ahea PLEASE! "He shouted with all his might.
She through her head back and moaned a little as she grinded her groin into his. It seemed that his begging and whining was actually turning her on in some sick way!
Beverly pulled her head away for now, saving those suck able toes for later. Right now, it was time to introduce the soles of his feet to her speed finger tickling!
"Okay, I'm going to start now!" She said, slowly wiggling her fingers at him as her hands lowered towards his quivering soles.
Her blue colored fingernails landed softly against the heels of his feet and waited there for further instructions. She was now straddling his crotch with her butt to him. The view was a little more disturbing then anything else with all those thick looking tentacles running from her stomach and through a few panels in her back. Of course, her ass still looked stunningly perfect. Every time she tilted inward to get a better look at his feet, she gave away a glimpse of her inner most private parts.
Our soldier hardly cared about that teasing view at this point. If he could only see just how fast her fingers were actually wiggling at that moment. Each had its own motor and could be individually regulated from finger to finger. So, she could speed tickle the balls of your feet and at the same time work the heels of your feet with a more slow and steady tickling motion. Mr. Smith had designed her to be the ultimate tickler of his dreams and the designers had spared no expense in the process!
"Your soles are mine!" She said giggling as she lowered her speeding robotic fingers to his feet.
Like a hurricane, the intense tickling feelings running up and down his spine hit him all at once and consumed him within seconds. He was already screaming at the top of his lungs with girly giggles and unstoppable fits of agonized laughter. The side effect was that he could NOT rid himself of this erection! It was sticking straight up through a sliver of opening between two tentacles wrapping around his hips.
Beverly Hills must have been programmed with hundreds of different tickling taunts because she went through them all!
"Coochie Coo little Tickle Toy! Mommy is going to tickle you silly!"
"No please!! haea eahea AHEAE AEH aheae stop!! STOP!!! " He shouted desperately.
"These little piggies got tickle wickled!! "
"Ha ahea Hea eha WAIT!! AHE HHEA EAHE AHEA AE ENOUGH!! ahea ehae ahea Please! I've HAD enough!! "
"I know where you're ticklish! It's right here, isn't it! "
"Come on, be a BIG boy and stop wiggling around so mommy can tickle your feet!"
On and on she went, and at no point did the tickling get any slower. Her fast moving fingertips explored the arch of his left foot from toes to the heel while she carefully spread out each of the toes on his right foot and carefully tickled between them.
'HA!! HAEA EAH OH NO, OH NO OH NO!!!! hae aehahe aHA EAHEAE STOP!! aheae ahea aeh AHEAE AEHAE PLEASE STOP!!"
Then, surprisingly she did just that. The tickling suddenly stopped and she raised herself off the bed and turned to him.
"I always noticed that a human male is much more ticklish after I finish milking him. Perhaps you'll be the same way."
That got his attention, and so did the fact that her octopus arms were retracting away from his body. Once they all sunk back into her waist, it revealed that the soldier had been bound twice by this evil Dombot. She had used hundreds of self wrapping black strips of flexible mercury to secure him. It seemed to expand with his struggling, but at the same time never allowing any further movement or chance of escape. The soldier's elbows had been twice bound to each other, as were his forearms and wrists. He had been lying on top of his bound arms this whole time. Moving downward, you'd see that his erection was almost a shade of humiliation pink now. It seemed that she had used one of those naughty little ties around his penis and balls to make a cock-ring prison for him.
Without much warning, she lifted his bound legs off the mattress, and pulled his feet towards where his face was. Then, she grabbed the collar around his neck, and quickly wire tied his bound ankles to the metal 0-ring of the collar itself! In this position, his ass faced the ceiling and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it...
She slid her hands between his thighs and parted them far enough to grab his penis by the shaft and actually yank it up to expose it. With that cock-ring in place and his thighs tied together, his penis had been rendered completely helpless
Next, she leaned downward and detached something from its hiding spot beneath the floating mattress. As she brought it towards his face, he tried everything in his power to lurch forward and grab this mental machine with his legs. She just laughed off his foolish temper tantrum, and patiently waited for her little captive to relax.
"You are all mine to play with Mr. Smith." She said, wiggling what appeared to be a penis enlarging pump device around in her right hand.
"Just wait a second here. I don't get this place. Aren't you here for MY pleasure? Isn't that what you were created for?" He asked as he silently worked the elastic like mercury rope off his wrists.
"Not enjoying yourself yet?" She asked, mockingly tapping the tip of his erect member.
"Don't flatter yourself. My erection is just a side effect..." He said, turning his head.
As she continued to question her bashful bundle of joy, she happily applied the nozzle portion of the human milker over the head of his penis. In mere seconds, the milker automatically sized down to perfectly fit the shape and size of his unit. With the other hand, she reached in between his legs and carefully grabbed his testicles.
"Full of cream." She said, licking her lips at the sounds of his grunts.
Smiling with glee, she attached the tubes from the device connected to his penis to a little machine that was mounted on top of what appeared to be a 20th century milk bottle. An antique like that was rather unique for these parts, and was obviously being used for no good!
"As this naughty little machine warms up, I'm going to TICKLE my little human baby a little more. Is that alright with you?"
Not waiting for his reply, she hopped on the bed and found a comfortable seat right on top of his bound ankles. Her knees rested on either side of his face, and she was starting to run the tips of her fingers up and down the sides of his body. He immediately bucked wildly under the heavy pressure of her body and yelped out in discomfort.
"I think it's time you experienced what I can really do for a pervert like you. I know you think you love this, but after I'm finished with you, I promise you'll be wishing you never made me." She said, sticking her tongue out at him.
It was that tongue that would become his worst and most hated enemy. Beverly's lower jaw flexed downward beyond what a human could have ever done and introduced not one, but three new tongues to the world! They each had their own length and appearance, but were all created to produce such a high level of uncomfortable tickling sensations on the flesh of any body that they slithered upon. It was now that he'd finally get what he paid for and then some. Unfortunately, he was not that sort of client, and this was the last thing that he'd ever consider to be a fantasy! This was more like a total nightmare that wouldn't end!
She lowered her head directly between his butt cheeks and the tickling assault began with a flurry of artificial salvia and rapidly flapping tongues.
"Hha Hh HEHAE AEHA OHHH NO!! ha HEE hOO!! HA HA HA!! Wait!! Stop NOOOoo!!!EAE AHEAE EAH heae aeha PLEASE!! PLEASE!!! ahea aheae aea AHEHAE AEH haheahehaea Ha ehaea ahea"
One of the tongues was patiently working the shaft of his penis, making sure not to please it too much and to focus more on torturing it. The other two seemed to be fighting over his overly exposed anus, and in the process of their tongue lashings, they tickled and tickled his extremely sensitive balls and everywhere in between. Like a wolf, he howled desperately into the night.
"Ha Ha AHA AEH aheae ahea h EHAEA EAHAE AEHAE I'M GOING TO BURST! hae aeh AEHAEA STOP!!! STOP PLEASE!!"
The indicator on the milking machine was showing a flashing red beacon. This meant that the machine itself was ready and was preparing the vacuum unit deep in its robotic belly.
As her torturing tongues continued working him into screaming hysterics and relentless beggings, she offered the cheeks of his ass those buzzing fingertips of hers. She sunk the tips softly into the curves of his ass and slowly slid them up and down until he was practically in tears.
"Ha aH hae aehae no, no no!! no please! Ha hee Hae aehae aheae no more! HAh!! haehae HA EA!!HaAh ha no!! AHEA NO MORE!!!!"
His penis was throbbing now, and had now turned an interesting shade of pinkish purple in color. With tears in his eyes, and drool coming down his chin, he fired off one of the biggest forced orgasms he'd ever experienced. The entire bed rocked and rolled as he released his pure passion and sexual fuel that had been building up for months and months! The milking machine immediately sucked and slurped the contents of his passion into the filtering unit.
From there, it was to the milk bottle. To the shock of both the milking machine and Beverly Hills herself, his first shot had filled the bottle to the half way mark. It was absolutely some sort of record and he deserved something special for it...
She detached his bound ankles away from his collar and allowed them to once again slump back into the mattress. His freedom was short lived, and before he could react, Beverly had already tethered his ankles to a center beam running along the floating mattress frame. She wrestled with him until he was laying flat against his back. He came to the horrifying conclusion that he had been beaten. Of course, he'd continue struggling forever despite the reality of his situation. After all, he was, and will always be, a soldier.
She climbed his body like a kitty cat, allowing her massive breasts to bounce up and down his bound form as she approached his face. Mockingly, she licked her lips with a three tongue whip lashing motion and finally ceased movement once her belly had successfully smothered his very hard erection. She looked at him with those big fake eyes and smiled happily at her tortured sex slave.
"Fun rings!" She shouted with glee as a flesh colored panel across her waist slid back. From a little cabinet styled pocket in her belly, she pulled three clear rings out and tossed them onto the bed beside him.
"Hey Beverly," He said to his mechanical mistress as she carefully studied each of the different sized rings.
"Yes Mr. Smith?" She asked as the belly panel slowly slid shut once again.
"There's someone behind you…" She said glancing behind her.
"What? Who? This is a private session!" She shouted as she turned her body from the waist up in a full 180 degree spin.
Well, that was easier then he thought it was going to be. With every ounce of body strength he was able to summon, he pulled his ankles away from that mattress banister and pulled his legs inward as if you were pulling on the rubber band of a sling shot. Aiming for her side with the soles of his feet, he shoved his legs forward with all his might.
The impact of his double legged thrust kick settled into Beverly Hills, she was thrown off the bed at an alarming speed. A heavy thud followed by a warbled squeal sealed the deal, and he was finally free of his robotic captor.
Four feet below the floating mattress was Beverly Hill laying face down and twitching. Her impact sensors were going off all over her artificial body, and the massive hard drive inside her system's main controller was going haywire with mixed emotions. It scanned through the millions and millions of code lines in an effort to find a realistic reaction in regards to what just happened.
"Owww!" She shouted, as her robotic body started unwinding from its current pretzel shape stance.
(A million credits, two dozen scientists, and all of the future's greatest technology were invested in these dolls, and we get an Owww? Go figure...)
Meanwhile, our soldier had just about worked both wrists out of those zip ties. He had already pulled the suction device carefully off the swollen head of his penis, and was now working on the rest of his freedom. He would to hurry though, because she wouldn't be out of commission for much longer. He twisted his body to the right side, and slid his wrists back and forth together until he had made enough friction space to actually get one of his toes in between his wrists. Now, he would slowly lean back and pull with the strength in his leg until the tie snapped and broke off. He knew this would work, and quickly dismissed the pain and strain that would be coming along for the ride.
"Arrrrrgggghhhhh!!!" He shouted towards the holographic image of a blue sky and fluffy white clouds displayed on the ceiling above him.
It didn't work the first time, so he lean forward and bent his knee so that he could try it again. He'd do this all night if he had to. A few more failed attempts, and the anger inside him was reaching a boiling point. As he arched his back for the fourth and final try, the scale and face of the devious Beverly Hills slowly rose from just behind the foot of the floating bed. Her eyes were locked in a frown, but her smile was still present. Without a welcome or a hello again, she jumped back on the bed and immediately seized her captive with not two arms, but seven. Five of them were those blasted robotic tentacles, and worked well in immediately imobilizing her prey. She twisted her body so her back was facing his chin, and without warning, she smothered his face with her entire rear end. From there, it was child's play to place those "fun rings" where they needed to be.
-Tickled, with a side of fun rings-
You've all heard of suspension bondage right? Normally, the prisoner of love is tied at all four limbs and then hung from those points. Some of us can achieve this with the use of a leather pleasure swing that hangs from carefully installed hooks in our bedrooms, while others visit professional dungeons are suspended by our ankles, or worse, by the toes!
Now I'd like for you to forget everything you know about suspension and allow me to introduce the fun rings. Our soldier is hanging in hogtie in the middle of this pleasure hotel room. He'd scream, but an O-ring gag has been shoved between his lips, and his quivering tounge has been yanked through that hole. Across his eyes are blindvision goggles that are now forcing him to stare directly at Beverly Hills through the tiny Holovision monitors covering each of his eyes. This will force him to not only watch himself tickled, but enjoy the prelude for the torture...
The rings were illuminating an eerie shade of blue that seems to highlight the entire room. His rear end hangs below, and points towards the floor of this place. He is watching her prepare the tools and toys for the evening. The ultimate climax that Mr. Smith had programmed for himself was now being prepared for the soldier. He watches her running her fingers over the curves of his ass, and then covering something big and pink in a little half circle filled with green gel. She steps back and shouts a command at the fun rings.
"Flight of the eagle!"
In a few seconds, his hogtie is released and the glowing rings on his wrists and ankles spread away from each other and stretch him to a comfortable yet disturbingly exposing position. This is all happening mid air by the way. He watches her robotic hands grabbing that weird looking pink thing, and then slowly inching her way towards his rear end once again.
"Don't worry Mr. Smith, this won't hurt a bit!" She says with glee as she slowly rams the head of the phallic shaped device into him!
"UuuOOOuUUGGGHHHH.." He moans out in discomfort. Trying to close his eyes in an effort not to watch only introduces his eyelids to the sting of electric shocks. He must watch. Suddenly, that little pink toy begins buzzing heavily as two rods emerge from the exposed portion of it sticking out of his rear end. Apparently, it has two tickling hands of its own. For the next half hour, those little detailing tickle hands will focus their efforts on his penis, his lower abdomen, his inner thighs, and of course, his testicles.
"UuUUOoOOOOOGGHHHHH!!!" He shouts as those little suckers begin their exploring. They glide ever so swiftly along the inner thighs of his legs. He tries ever so desperately to buck and thrust this very intruding tickler out of him, but nothing works. The little device seems to have clamped itself in place, and now only Beverly Hills had the power of turning it off.
"I almost forgot one!" She says out loud. From a panel covering her left butt cheek, she pulls a smaller looking ring outward and into the room. Unfortunately, the size of this ring is far too small for his wrists or ankles. I'm afraid that this one appears to be made for something else...
"This little piggy!" She shouts at the fun rings.
In seconds, his spread eagled form changes once again. Now, the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet are locked and touching each other as they face the floor. The rest of him is being carefully suspended by the newly added fun ring found tucked just behind his balls and around his erection. It hurts much less then it sounds because the ring actually takes most of the pressure. Never the less, it still sucks for him...
With her mouth and three tongues flapping away, she begins to tickle and suckle the toes of his left foot until he is bursting with giggles and screaming for mercy.
"Hha Ha haea uuopogggghh!! ahea eaheaeha ahea uhhhhggghh!! uUhhggh aehahea uuuhhgghh!!"
Both hands are working the right foot into a mad frenzy of foot wiggling motions and constant babbling and tortured laughter from the suspended soldier above. She is able to kneel below him while having full access to his feet. She knows this is his ultimate fantasy. No malice, no anger, and certainly no hurt feelings from Beverly Hills as she tortures this man into insanity. This is exactly what she was programmed to do, and will do it again and again and again...
"Hh haa ahehae uugghh!! uaueaeaheaea aueae HAHEA EAHEA UGGHH!!! "
The butt plug tickler simply readjusted its arms and continued tickling the poor man into tears. You can't imagine what it feels like to have your scrotum tickled by this little thing. Just be thankful you'll probably never know.
" UuUGGHHH!!!! HA hea eahea eahea uggghhhh!!!!"
The urge to sexually explode builds up in him once again as he tickled into a mindless fit of agonzied giggles and squirming fits. Sadly, the fun ring around his penis and testicles has another function of punishment, the thrill of being held in a prison of sexual chastity. Thanks to that little monster, he is unable to reach that sexual dreamland in which he so badly desires!
"UuUGGHHH!!!! UUUGGGHHH!!!!!"
"Let's play this little piggy with these little toes one more time..." She says as she begins wrapping her three slithering tongues around three individual squirming toes. She wraps each toe around the stem of the first three toes on his right foot, and is actually able to continue talking with her built-in voice system.
As she playfully hums the little tune, those poor little toes of his are buzzed and heavily sucked. Shouting desperately through the 0-RING gag, the soldier curses the day he was born with a penis and vows to never have sex again!!
Then, everything stops suddenly. This scene of demented tickle torture is cut short and paused as if life was a motion picture. The soldier's body is suddenly lowered towards the ground as the beautiful Beverly Hills slides off the bed. A little HAZ-MAT robot suddenly hovers into the room from an open vent in the ceiling. It beeps a few dozen times before the shell covering the top of the device itself slowly opens. The sex bot gathers the milking machine and its tubes and attachments and drops them into this little floating robot. She then reaches in and slowly yanks the anus tickler out of the soldier without so much as a little warning ahead of time.
"UuUGGHHH!!!"
The arms lower back into the pink phallic shaped toy and then it is dropped into the HAZ-MAT container as well. After a few beeps, it quickly hovers back into the vent in the ceiling before it shuts. She then helps him lower to the mattress, and carefully removes the gag and that expensive blindfolding device from his face. The fun rings disconnect, and finally release him from the suspension. He could easily grab her and smash her body into a million microchips, but he doesn't.
Without as much as a goodbye kiss, Beverly Hills steps back into her original position and shuts down completely. Once again, she is nothing but the lifeless maniquinn that he first laid eyes on. It is finally over, and he is now a free man.
An itemized bill suddenly sprouts from the sliding panel just above her tempting vagina, and you are left alone once again.
-Candy Shoppe Lobby (The next morning )-
Marlvin and his crew of sexy androids are busy on the phones and are trying their best to help the long line of horny customers desperately trying to get their own little parties started. It is mad house in their today because a majority of the traveling shuttles are departing in a few hours. To some, missing that shuttle will be like putting a gun against their skulls. It could mean a loss of a wife, loss of a job, and certainly the loss of ever returning to pleasure island again.
"Yes of course you can bring your wife Mr. Johnson! Mind if I Show her my CIRcuits?" Marlvin shouts into the video phone behind him as he mockingly thrusts his crotch up and down.
"WHAT!!? Why you sick son of a bitch!! I'll rip you apart for saying that!!" The man shouts on the screen.
"You know I'm merely kidding Mr. Johnson. I have the up most respect for all my clients!!" He shouts as he lifts both arms into the air to take some sort of savior like stance.
A gloved hand finds itself against his left shoulder, and in seconds spins his hot wired ass around so that he can face him eye to eye for the second time. Marlvin's right hand immediately reaches for the security button as his eyes scan the familiar features of what seems to be a very angry human soldier. As he reaches out for the button with the little stubs that now represent his fingers, the soldier finally gets to give him a piece of his mind.
The soldier looks anything but happy at this point. His face is showing signs of anger and extreme frustration. His clothes looked tattered and wrinkled, and the reddish pink circles around his wrists serve as a constant reminder of what hell he just went through. The soldier places his other hand against Marlvin's opposite shoulder, and is now leaning inward so their faces soon meet at the forehead. His eyes are burning with anger, and his nostrils flare out like that of a charging bull. Marlvin can tell this is about to get very ugly. The rest of the employees seem to agree, but are standing still and not responding just yet.
"I... tried to warn you about that sex robot! You didn't let me explain! "Marlvin shouts out in a last chance cry for mercy.
He tightens his grip, and pulls him even closer. He finally decides to give him a piece of his mind...
"She wouldn't happen to be available tomorrow evening would she?"
* End of Transmission *
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That was freaking awesome, Ink. And the illustrations were awesome too, thanks to Augustine. 
