Ticklomatic
In 2017 it was Tokyo's turn to host The International Ticklemeet (T.I.T.). Fetishists and enthusiast all around the world were gathering at the Hotel and Exposition Center Okura, located in the busy heart of the metropolis. Early in the morning of the first day of the Ticklemeet the conference floor of the hotel was still empty and dark. Yet one faint sound echoed in the Exposition Hall B: the laughter of a young woman, mixed with hysterical pleas and moans, pierced the silence...
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The voice belonged to Amy Björk, 20-year-old daughter of a swedish father and english mother. Tickling had been a secret fetish for her since her teenage years. Her previous partners had tickled her when she asked them, but they never understood its deep connection with her sexuality. These little games with her girl- and boyfriends never were intense enough to truely satisfy her. Deep inside she was craving to be mercilessly tickletortured and brought to edge of consensuality.
The internet provided some relief for needs. In cyberspace there was plenty of places for Amy play out her fantasies. Even though, she was still lounging for a real-life human connection and friendship. At the beginning of 2017 she made the decision: this year she would visit T.I.T. Her summer job would earn her enough for a short trip to Japan. And there was lots of spare time in August; the first period at the university would start in the beginning of September.
So there she was, in Tokyo, on the eve of T.I.T. 2017. Amy had decided to reserve the last day before the event completely for shopping. At first it was difficult to find something that would fit a shapely girl like herself. Japanese women seemed to be a bit more slender and the overall style was much more conservative than in Sweden. Finally, after wandering around the centrum for a while, she found a tiny alley full of cosplay stores. Before long she was the happy owner of a pink and black polka dot dress and shiny platform heels.
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"Time is now 9:00". Amy reluctantly woke to the sound of her cellphone. The jetlag had made her spend the better part of the night watching obscure japanese gameshows. A cool shower was enough to wash away her drowsiness. She decided to skip breakfast and started getting ready for the opening downstairs. Her dress-and-heels outfit from the day before was finished with red stay-up fishnets and a black bowtie. Underneath the dress she had a pretty set of pink bra with matching lace trimmed panties. She wanted to look hot if she would end up getting close and personal with someone.
After finishing her makeup with a bright pink lipstick, she took a good look at herself. The overall look was a striking mixture of girlyness and kinky. Looking at her polished image made her imagination race ... she laid back on the bed, posed herself in a spread-eagled position and surrendered to her fantasy. The simple spring mattress under her transformed into a large four-poster bed to which she was tied. She had been kidnapped by a twisted japanese couple to be their personal sextoy. They had her tied and gagged, and were taking turns in tickling her feet. The constant torture made her yell muffled screams in her gag, but her begging was completely ignored...Finally the couple joined their forces to focus on her sensitive ribs and feet at the same time. All the while were smiling devilishly at her, because they knew, that the merciless torture was getting her more and more excited...
"Time is now 10:00". Her cell phone brought Amy's thoughts back to real world. It was time to join the opening downstairs. Quickly she lifted her skirt to adjust her stockings and panties for the last time and headed outside. Her sexual excitement turned swiftly into a big flock of butterflies in her stomach as the elevator was riding down towards the conference floor.
The emptiness in the lobby struck her as she stepped out. There was no chatter or laughter to be heard and the lobby was completely empty. She checked wall clock for the time and realized her mistake: somehow she had messed up with clock when crossing the timezones. The real time was still 06:00 in the morning. Dissappointed, she sat on the sofa of the lobby. There was nothing to do in the hotel at this time. Even the breakfast wasn't being served until 07:00. She closed her eyes, but the butterflies in her stomach prevented her to even think of getting some sleep again. She let her gaze wonder in the lobby. Suddenly she was staring at the door of Expo Hall B. "It wouldn't hurt anyone to take a look insidem, would it?" she though...
For her suprise, the door wasn't even locked. Apparently japanese were more trusting towards eachother than people in her homeland. The hall was only dimly lit by the exit signs and the slowly increasing sunlight coming through the large ceiling windows. She estimated the main hall to be about 1800 square meters in size. At the far side of the hall, there appeared to be entrances to a few smaller cabinets too. She yelled a few greetings in the hall, to ensure she was alone. A short echo was the only thing she heard.
Wondering around the hall wasn's really that interesting without other people in it. She played around at one stand which had at least a hundred types of feathers for sale, and enjoyed trying the stocks located at the meeting point, in the middle of the hall. It was a shame there wasn't anyone to tickle her... The most intriguing area was the 300 squares dedicated to technological innovations of tickling. She didn't dare to power up any one of the numerous massagers, spinners and ticklers though. Her imagination was enough to feel the devious devices on her skin, all around her body. With a particularly evil-looking buffer-like tickler in her hand she fell into her steamy fantasy again..
Tied to the four-poster bed, gagged, helpless and shamingly aroused. The couple had given her a pause from tickling and were engaged in a passionate embrace, full of kisses and ticklish touches. Her well build male captor, dressed in only semi-tight jeans, was rubbing his partner's womanhood through her panties. At same time, the raven-haired and pale woman was teasing the man's visible boner through his pants.
The sight was getting the already excited Amy even more frustrated and she slowly started to buck her hips, begging for any kind of touch. The beauty noticed her need for attention and whispered something into her lovers ear. Soon the man returned to his positions at Amy's feet, but the tickling was much gentler this time. He slowly massaged her feet, making her moan and occasionally produce a small burst of laughter from her lips. The woman sat at Amy's side to give her crotch a few light strokes. Amy didn't protest when she started the strip her tiny panties to expose her aroused pussy... She accepted the blindfold she put on her. All the while, the tickling at her feet was going on continuously.
After a few moments she heard a click, and quiet humming sound. Suddenly she felt a sudden whiff of air on her pussy. Amy shrieked violently in her gag as her female tormentor descended the rotating ticklebuffer on her lips. The maddening touch of the buffer felt like a hundred feathertips attacking her most sensitive area. She tried to close her legs, but the restaraints on her thighs were tight and relentless. Her female torturer was steadily following the small movements she could make. The woman varied the buffers position bringing it up and down on her sex, making Amy's screams and laughter turn into pleading moans. The tickling on her wanting bud made her beg for a release, which never came as the tickler changed her target. There was no espace, no release - she wanted to stay like that forever...
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Amy woke gasping from her dream. She was still squeezing the buffer in her hands. Her heart skipped a few beats as she stood up and remembered where she was. She quickly adjusted the hem of her dress and put the buffer back on the table it was taken from, but calmed down a little as she realized she was still alone in the quiet hall. The clock wasn't even 7 am yet, the exhibitors wouldn't be arriving at the hotel for a couple of hours. She started to wonder away from the tech area, but decided to check one last cabinet first. The sign on the door, "Tanishi Mechnologies: 入力しないでください", really didn't mean anything to her.
Her hand found the light switch and after blinking a bit she got an image of the room: the room was otherwise completely empty, except for three red dispenser looking machines. She noticed the large "Ticklomatic" -signs on the machines and it struck her... These 2-and-a-half meter tall beasts were actually somekind of automatic mechanical ticklers.
For a moments she just stood there in awe. Somebody had actually went through the trouble of designing, testing and building these things. They were probably there waiting to be released on the opening day of T.I.T. She circled around the machines like a cat around a cup of cream too hot to drink. On of her most deepest ticklish fantasies had been the thought of being at the mercy of a mechanical tickler... A machine wouldn't listen to her screams and begs. The tickling would completely merciless and methodical, much unlike the unsatisfying ticklegames with her previous sex partners. Images of tireless mechanical torture was making her feel uncomfortably horny... she wanted to be ravaged by the machine's tickling touches...
Almost against her conscious will, her hand lowered on one of the automaton's control panels and pushed a button. She took a few steps back as the controlling computer of the machine started to boot. The "Ticklomatic" sign on the top lighted up also. As hypnotized she wathced the screen as the computer went through hundreds of lines of diagnostics and preparations.
"Welcome to Ticklomatic Mk2. What do you want to experience today?" the machine greeted her in a soft, female voice. Soon Amy immersed in the numerous settings available. She found out that machine had a wide range of premade sessions to offer. Alternatively, the user could plan the whole session detail by detail, by going through a list of parameters that constructed the session. She still had the sense to start slow with a 15-minute warmup of foot tickle combined with light teasing of her sides. She also decided to leave the "safeword" mode activated, just in case. Setting the session up was easy by using the advanced voice recognition software the operating system was using.
Finally, after double checking the parameters, she started the programme. Amy stepped in front of the red beast, trembling with excitement and lust. "Please adjust your clothing level to the session. Recommended level: bra and panties." Amy obeyed the voice and opened the zipper of her dress. She held her breath for a second to listen for any kind of voices coming from the hall. The only thing she was hearing was th frantic beating of her heart, so she let the dress drop on the floor. Soon her black heels and red fishnets followed.
After a moment she was standing before the red mechanical beast only wearing her pink lace-trimmed panties and bra. The anticipation of the forthcoming tickling was urging her to put her hand in her panties, but she resisted the tempation and waited for further instructions. The machine was still silent, so she had time to take a more detailed look at it. Inside the heavy red frame there was five elements which were covered with soft leathery padding. She touched the lowest element, which was shaped kind of like a triangle with its top cut off. It felt elastic under her fingers, as if it was filled with some kind of rubbery jelly. The middle elements formed a round opening in the middle and the top two were small half circles. In this state the the openings between the elements formed an X-shaped form which was roughly the size of a woman. Apparently, Amy though, she would be somehow restrained in a spread-eagled position... She didn't see any devices capable of tickling yet. There were eight round holes based symmetrically at the both sides of the middle opening. There was also a round lidded hole in the middle of the triangular element. She realized the hole would be right under her sex, when she would straddle the contraption...
"Please place your legs on the lower body unit." Amy obeyed and climbed on the lower body element. It spread her legs in a upside-down-V -shape, her feet a bit over a meter apart. As soon as she had settled on the half triangle, the machine continued: "Lower body unit will now lift itself into position. Press your tighs towards the center of the unit and support your weight with your hands." The lower element slowly started moving up from the bottom of the frame and she felt her heels rising, forcing her feet on tiptoes. Soon it lifted her feet up totally and her legs slided a bit down on the element, forcing her legs further apart and her crotch a bit lower. Suddenly she felt her legs being encased between the middle elements and lower one. The elements were somehow morphing around her legs, forming a tight but comfortable fit. Her legs became completely immobile; she couldn't pull them up or push them down for a bit and her weight was now completely supported. Amy also realized that her panty-covered pussy was now completely defenseless against any devices hiding under the round lid on the top of the lower body unit.
The machine continued by telling her to put her arms through the holes formed by the middle and higher units. Amy's heart was racing as she hesitatingly pushed her hands up. There was no going back now... As soon as both of her hands were inside the openings, her hands were encased in the same way as her legs. Her arms wouldn't budge a bit as she tried to pull them. Amy's breath was starting to get heavy as she became more and more aware of her vulnerable and taut body. She couldn't resist, she couldn't stop the tickling that was coming for her.
A growing warmth in her loins made her regret that she didn't set up any kind of treatments for her naughty bits, but the thought was interrupted when she felt something groping at her toes. She squeeled a bit as small mechanical fingers found their way around her big toes and restrained her feet. Amy heard a humming downwards as the spinning solescrubbers started their work. "Ahaha...mmmm..ahaha...". The scrubbers were forcing occasional laughter out of Amy, but the overall feeling was pleasant. The scrubbers rolled steadily under her feet, teasing her with soft tickles for about 5 minutes.
"Ahhahahhaaa.. Ohmmyy....Ahhaha...ohhhh" Amy's laughter turned a bit more intense as a pair of mechanical arms found their way out of the small holes at her sides. They joined the scrubbers and started lightly counting her ribs. "Aahhhahhha...pleeeessshhh...aahh....". She tried to move her torso away from the ticklers, but the small movement she could make was pointless. The tickling fingers were accurately adapting to her movements.
At ten minutes the foot ticklers slowly started to apply more pressure making Amy's giggles turn into squeals and continous laughter."Ahhahhahahahahha...ppleeeeaasssee.....stoopppp...ahahahhahaaaa...heeelpp.." This was combined with the sideticklers taking a firm grip on her hips and giving it a good grind. "Hahahaahaaaaa...aaahahaaaaa..iiiiiikkk....aaaa"
Amy was fully enjoying her fantasy, her pussy getting more and more aching. She didn't realize that her original setting of 15 minutes had already been passed. When another pair of hands landed on her sensitive armpits she broke into a hight pitched shriek "iiiiiiiiiiiihhhhahahahah...nooooooo...stop iiiiittt...ahahhahahahhahaa......stooopp...redredred...redddhdhhhh....aaahhh" The safeword had no effect on the machine which continued the onslaught on her defenseless armpits."Pleeassee...realllyyy...aaahaaahahahahhahahahaa....aahhhhhahahahahhaa..."
She struggled and screamed in the the hands of her torturer, now tickling three points on her vulnerable skin. After a few minutes the tickling suddenly faded away. "Unauthorized use detected, punishment mode is in use, administrator contacted", the Ticklomatic pronounced in it's pleasent voice. "What? No... let me go, red, red, red!" Her words had no effect. Amy couldn't believe what the machine had just said. She had no idea what it meant exactly, but it was apparent that she had lost the control. "Unauthorized use detected, punishment mode is in use, administrator contacted", the machine repeated.
The pause was still going on as she started to really test her restraints again. Her arms or legs wouldn't move an inch. She gathered all her forces for one final attempt when she heard the familiar hum "No!...No!.....nononoooooooaaaaaaaaahahhhh...." Her escape attemps stopped quickly as the footticklers started their work again. This time with a medium pressure and speed. "Ahahhhahahhh....ahhahahhahh...iiiiihhkk..." Soon her armpits and sides were attacked too "....iiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkeeeheee .... eheheheheeeaaaaa....noo...pleeeesshshshhh....aahhahhaaa..." The Ticklomatic was completely deaf to her pleas.
To her suprise the tickling at her armpits stopped after only a few minutes. Suddenly she felt something playing with her bra fastener. "Nooo...aahhahhaa...stoooppaahhaahahaa...dooonnnttt" She could do nothing, as the fingers snapped the shoulderstraps cut and she watched her bra drop on the floor in front of her. Her big round boobs were now uncovered, nipples standing in attention.
"Ahhahaha....haha...aah...". The tickling on her armpits, feet and sides faded to a tease. Another pair of tickling arms appeared in Amy's sight. These ones were a bit different though. Instead of fingers, these had something that looked a bit like flowers with small stiff feathers instead of petals. Amy's eyes widened in terror as the flowers started to spin and move in on her nipples. "No....nooooo.....plleaasse...noooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhaaaaaaiiiiii". Her pleading turned into an unintelligible howl as the spinners touched her oversensitive nipples. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhiiiii....eahhahahhahahaha..." She tried violently to escaped the maddening tease, but the spinning flowers were following her movements with mechanical precision.
The other ticklers upped the intensity to the maximum again. Amy forgot herself, the time and place she was in and fell into her fantasy again, perhaps deeper than anytime before. The relentless full-body tickling, combined with her total helplesness, was like gas thrown into the fire of her arousal. Her pussy was aching like never before, and the fact that she couldn't do anything about was only strengthening her frustrated arousal.
As if the machine had sensed this, it again softened the tickles into a teasing. "Aaaaahhh...aahhahhaa....mmmmhhhh....aahh" Amy's hysterical heavy laughter changed into occasional giggles and moans. The ticklomatic added another pair of hands that started kneading the insides of her thighs and firm buttocks. "Ahhmmm.....mmmmmmmmhh...". The hands between her legs were ever so delicately massaging the flesh around her womanhood, but never applied any pressure on it. This combined with the teasing tickles on her rock hard nipples made Amy's need to be touched unbearable "ahhhhh...aaaahhhh...mmm...pleeeaaseee...pleeeaasee..." She was being played with and there was nothing she could do about it.
Finally the she felt something pressing on her eager pussy. The hole between her legs had opened and a ball-shaped soft knob was pressing on her. Only ticklish devices left on her were the spinners on her nipples and the two hands tickling her thighs. "Please......please....". Amy's voice had turned into a whisper as she was begging the machine to give her a release. The knob on her panties started to vibrate intensively. "MMMMmmmhhhhhhhhh" Amy couldn't even breath as she tried ground the vibrator. The vibrations faded away after ten seconds, leaving her even more frustrated than before...
After about another ten seconds the vibrations started again, but this time they lasted a few seconds longer. They stopped again, only to kick in again after a small pause. Amy realized the the increasing vibrations would inevitably push her to an orgasm - after giving her an excrusiating tease. As she had anticipated, the length of the vibrations increased steadily and she was getting closer and closer to the edge. After the nineteenth interval, she was panting horny mess. The twentieth one continued almost instantaneously. "Ahhhhhmmm...ohhh..ohmmmyyyy..oooOOOOOhhHHMM". The vibrations went on, steadily pushing her closher to an explosion. "ohhhhmmm....oohhhhhhhhh..." Her body was tensing as she held her breath surrendering to the incoming orgasm...
One second before a long-awaited release, all stimulation stopped. "Noooooooo!!....pleeaaassse...pleeeeaaasse..." Amy cried as the feelingless machine left her body right next to the peak. It didn't intend to reward her with an orgasm, there was only punishment for her...She had no willpower to resist as the mechanical fingers easily snapped the sides of her panties open. She watched them fall next to her bra. The vibrating ball retracted back into the hole, leaving her sopping wet pussy behind.
"Oh no....no.....this is not happening.....NOooo...pleasseee, PLEASSEEE" Amy started screaming again as she saw the new device replacing the vibrator. It was a ticklebuffer, very similar to the one she was fantasizing of earlier. Panic took control of her as she sensed all the devices, now reinforced with the buffer, sprang to life. "Nooo..nooooo...noooooooohhhhhaaaaaaaahahahahahaaiiiiii". Words left her as the new tickler touched the most sensitive spot of her whole body. The spinning feathery bristles felt like a ticklish shock to her denied pussy. Amy's body was now fully attacked, truely tickleravaged by the relentless, red machine. "Ahahahahahnoooon...nooooooo...iiiiiiiiaaahahhaha...aahahahhahhaha". Hysterical screams and laughter filled the room.
"Punishment cycle complete". Finally, after 10 minutes of full body assault, the machines relented. Amy was a panting, exhausted mess on the border of consiousness. The full body tickling hadn't done anything to her numbing arousal. Her concious mind couldn't block the sensations the merciless torture was causing in her. As she slowly collected her thoughts, she was getting hopeful about getting released... The machine had said the cycle to be complete, maybe it would let her go now. She would dress up, go to her room, get a nice long bath and probably sleep for a thousand years. And of course, masturbate like a nymphomaniac...
Yet the machine didn't loosen the restraints even for a bit. She waited for a time that seemed to go on forever until the mechanical voice finally announced: "10 minute break-time over." That didn't sound too good for her. "Restart punishment cycle". She couldn't believe her ears. "...Ohmygod...ohmygod...nooooaaaaahhhaa....aahhahahahhahahahahha.....hahhahahahahahahhaha....noooooo" The foot ticklers whirred back to life starting the merciless programme from the very beginning. Again the laughter of a young woman, mixed with hysterical pleas and moans, faintly echoed in Exposition Hall B.
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About 2 kilometers north of Okura, Shigeru Tani's sleep is being interfered by the recurring sound of incoming text messages. In his position, as the main developer and CEO of Tanishi Mechnologies, he can't afford to keep his cell phone closed even by night. Yet, he's happy with the job. It has earned him enough for the 200 square penthouse apartment he's waking up in. And most importantly, it had allowed the 34-year-old engineer to use his creativeness and satisfy his fantasies.
After stretching for a bit, Shigeru rises to grab his cellphone from the top of the dresser. His tired grumpyness turns into excitement, as he reads through the message. "Mhhmm... what is it?", asks his now almost fully awoken wife Asami. "I think we got another one", he responds and flashes the most fiendish smile to her wife. "Looks like a foreigner, judging by the pics. And a hot one too."
He returns to bed to kiss her passionately, while giving her sides a few quick tickles through the cover. "I think we should have some fun with this one" he whispers. "I would like that" she purrs. After another passionate kiss he rises again and grabs his phone. "We don't have to hurry though, they won't be opening the hall for anyone before 09:30. We'll have plenty of time to play with her. Maybe even get her back here...if she's into it". He sets the alarm for 08:00 and lays down next to his beautiful wife and gives her one final kiss. Images of the curvy black-haired intruder float around his mind until he slowly fades in a restful sleep - in his large four poster-bed.
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The story was supposed to be about three paragraphs to go with the artwork but I couldn't just stop there
. Maybe I'll use the same character some time in the future. It might contain some typos as I didn't edit it very much.
-Ktulu
In 2017 it was Tokyo's turn to host The International Ticklemeet (T.I.T.). Fetishists and enthusiast all around the world were gathering at the Hotel and Exposition Center Okura, located in the busy heart of the metropolis. Early in the morning of the first day of the Ticklemeet the conference floor of the hotel was still empty and dark. Yet one faint sound echoed in the Exposition Hall B: the laughter of a young woman, mixed with hysterical pleas and moans, pierced the silence...
...
The voice belonged to Amy Björk, 20-year-old daughter of a swedish father and english mother. Tickling had been a secret fetish for her since her teenage years. Her previous partners had tickled her when she asked them, but they never understood its deep connection with her sexuality. These little games with her girl- and boyfriends never were intense enough to truely satisfy her. Deep inside she was craving to be mercilessly tickletortured and brought to edge of consensuality.
The internet provided some relief for needs. In cyberspace there was plenty of places for Amy play out her fantasies. Even though, she was still lounging for a real-life human connection and friendship. At the beginning of 2017 she made the decision: this year she would visit T.I.T. Her summer job would earn her enough for a short trip to Japan. And there was lots of spare time in August; the first period at the university would start in the beginning of September.
So there she was, in Tokyo, on the eve of T.I.T. 2017. Amy had decided to reserve the last day before the event completely for shopping. At first it was difficult to find something that would fit a shapely girl like herself. Japanese women seemed to be a bit more slender and the overall style was much more conservative than in Sweden. Finally, after wandering around the centrum for a while, she found a tiny alley full of cosplay stores. Before long she was the happy owner of a pink and black polka dot dress and shiny platform heels.
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"Time is now 9:00". Amy reluctantly woke to the sound of her cellphone. The jetlag had made her spend the better part of the night watching obscure japanese gameshows. A cool shower was enough to wash away her drowsiness. She decided to skip breakfast and started getting ready for the opening downstairs. Her dress-and-heels outfit from the day before was finished with red stay-up fishnets and a black bowtie. Underneath the dress she had a pretty set of pink bra with matching lace trimmed panties. She wanted to look hot if she would end up getting close and personal with someone.
After finishing her makeup with a bright pink lipstick, she took a good look at herself. The overall look was a striking mixture of girlyness and kinky. Looking at her polished image made her imagination race ... she laid back on the bed, posed herself in a spread-eagled position and surrendered to her fantasy. The simple spring mattress under her transformed into a large four-poster bed to which she was tied. She had been kidnapped by a twisted japanese couple to be their personal sextoy. They had her tied and gagged, and were taking turns in tickling her feet. The constant torture made her yell muffled screams in her gag, but her begging was completely ignored...Finally the couple joined their forces to focus on her sensitive ribs and feet at the same time. All the while were smiling devilishly at her, because they knew, that the merciless torture was getting her more and more excited...
"Time is now 10:00". Her cell phone brought Amy's thoughts back to real world. It was time to join the opening downstairs. Quickly she lifted her skirt to adjust her stockings and panties for the last time and headed outside. Her sexual excitement turned swiftly into a big flock of butterflies in her stomach as the elevator was riding down towards the conference floor.
The emptiness in the lobby struck her as she stepped out. There was no chatter or laughter to be heard and the lobby was completely empty. She checked wall clock for the time and realized her mistake: somehow she had messed up with clock when crossing the timezones. The real time was still 06:00 in the morning. Dissappointed, she sat on the sofa of the lobby. There was nothing to do in the hotel at this time. Even the breakfast wasn't being served until 07:00. She closed her eyes, but the butterflies in her stomach prevented her to even think of getting some sleep again. She let her gaze wonder in the lobby. Suddenly she was staring at the door of Expo Hall B. "It wouldn't hurt anyone to take a look insidem, would it?" she though...
For her suprise, the door wasn't even locked. Apparently japanese were more trusting towards eachother than people in her homeland. The hall was only dimly lit by the exit signs and the slowly increasing sunlight coming through the large ceiling windows. She estimated the main hall to be about 1800 square meters in size. At the far side of the hall, there appeared to be entrances to a few smaller cabinets too. She yelled a few greetings in the hall, to ensure she was alone. A short echo was the only thing she heard.
Wondering around the hall wasn's really that interesting without other people in it. She played around at one stand which had at least a hundred types of feathers for sale, and enjoyed trying the stocks located at the meeting point, in the middle of the hall. It was a shame there wasn't anyone to tickle her... The most intriguing area was the 300 squares dedicated to technological innovations of tickling. She didn't dare to power up any one of the numerous massagers, spinners and ticklers though. Her imagination was enough to feel the devious devices on her skin, all around her body. With a particularly evil-looking buffer-like tickler in her hand she fell into her steamy fantasy again..
Tied to the four-poster bed, gagged, helpless and shamingly aroused. The couple had given her a pause from tickling and were engaged in a passionate embrace, full of kisses and ticklish touches. Her well build male captor, dressed in only semi-tight jeans, was rubbing his partner's womanhood through her panties. At same time, the raven-haired and pale woman was teasing the man's visible boner through his pants.
The sight was getting the already excited Amy even more frustrated and she slowly started to buck her hips, begging for any kind of touch. The beauty noticed her need for attention and whispered something into her lovers ear. Soon the man returned to his positions at Amy's feet, but the tickling was much gentler this time. He slowly massaged her feet, making her moan and occasionally produce a small burst of laughter from her lips. The woman sat at Amy's side to give her crotch a few light strokes. Amy didn't protest when she started the strip her tiny panties to expose her aroused pussy... She accepted the blindfold she put on her. All the while, the tickling at her feet was going on continuously.
After a few moments she heard a click, and quiet humming sound. Suddenly she felt a sudden whiff of air on her pussy. Amy shrieked violently in her gag as her female tormentor descended the rotating ticklebuffer on her lips. The maddening touch of the buffer felt like a hundred feathertips attacking her most sensitive area. She tried to close her legs, but the restaraints on her thighs were tight and relentless. Her female torturer was steadily following the small movements she could make. The woman varied the buffers position bringing it up and down on her sex, making Amy's screams and laughter turn into pleading moans. The tickling on her wanting bud made her beg for a release, which never came as the tickler changed her target. There was no espace, no release - she wanted to stay like that forever...
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Amy woke gasping from her dream. She was still squeezing the buffer in her hands. Her heart skipped a few beats as she stood up and remembered where she was. She quickly adjusted the hem of her dress and put the buffer back on the table it was taken from, but calmed down a little as she realized she was still alone in the quiet hall. The clock wasn't even 7 am yet, the exhibitors wouldn't be arriving at the hotel for a couple of hours. She started to wonder away from the tech area, but decided to check one last cabinet first. The sign on the door, "Tanishi Mechnologies: 入力しないでください", really didn't mean anything to her.
Her hand found the light switch and after blinking a bit she got an image of the room: the room was otherwise completely empty, except for three red dispenser looking machines. She noticed the large "Ticklomatic" -signs on the machines and it struck her... These 2-and-a-half meter tall beasts were actually somekind of automatic mechanical ticklers.
For a moments she just stood there in awe. Somebody had actually went through the trouble of designing, testing and building these things. They were probably there waiting to be released on the opening day of T.I.T. She circled around the machines like a cat around a cup of cream too hot to drink. On of her most deepest ticklish fantasies had been the thought of being at the mercy of a mechanical tickler... A machine wouldn't listen to her screams and begs. The tickling would completely merciless and methodical, much unlike the unsatisfying ticklegames with her previous sex partners. Images of tireless mechanical torture was making her feel uncomfortably horny... she wanted to be ravaged by the machine's tickling touches...
Almost against her conscious will, her hand lowered on one of the automaton's control panels and pushed a button. She took a few steps back as the controlling computer of the machine started to boot. The "Ticklomatic" sign on the top lighted up also. As hypnotized she wathced the screen as the computer went through hundreds of lines of diagnostics and preparations.
"Welcome to Ticklomatic Mk2. What do you want to experience today?" the machine greeted her in a soft, female voice. Soon Amy immersed in the numerous settings available. She found out that machine had a wide range of premade sessions to offer. Alternatively, the user could plan the whole session detail by detail, by going through a list of parameters that constructed the session. She still had the sense to start slow with a 15-minute warmup of foot tickle combined with light teasing of her sides. She also decided to leave the "safeword" mode activated, just in case. Setting the session up was easy by using the advanced voice recognition software the operating system was using.
Finally, after double checking the parameters, she started the programme. Amy stepped in front of the red beast, trembling with excitement and lust. "Please adjust your clothing level to the session. Recommended level: bra and panties." Amy obeyed the voice and opened the zipper of her dress. She held her breath for a second to listen for any kind of voices coming from the hall. The only thing she was hearing was th frantic beating of her heart, so she let the dress drop on the floor. Soon her black heels and red fishnets followed.
After a moment she was standing before the red mechanical beast only wearing her pink lace-trimmed panties and bra. The anticipation of the forthcoming tickling was urging her to put her hand in her panties, but she resisted the tempation and waited for further instructions. The machine was still silent, so she had time to take a more detailed look at it. Inside the heavy red frame there was five elements which were covered with soft leathery padding. She touched the lowest element, which was shaped kind of like a triangle with its top cut off. It felt elastic under her fingers, as if it was filled with some kind of rubbery jelly. The middle elements formed a round opening in the middle and the top two were small half circles. In this state the the openings between the elements formed an X-shaped form which was roughly the size of a woman. Apparently, Amy though, she would be somehow restrained in a spread-eagled position... She didn't see any devices capable of tickling yet. There were eight round holes based symmetrically at the both sides of the middle opening. There was also a round lidded hole in the middle of the triangular element. She realized the hole would be right under her sex, when she would straddle the contraption...
"Please place your legs on the lower body unit." Amy obeyed and climbed on the lower body element. It spread her legs in a upside-down-V -shape, her feet a bit over a meter apart. As soon as she had settled on the half triangle, the machine continued: "Lower body unit will now lift itself into position. Press your tighs towards the center of the unit and support your weight with your hands." The lower element slowly started moving up from the bottom of the frame and she felt her heels rising, forcing her feet on tiptoes. Soon it lifted her feet up totally and her legs slided a bit down on the element, forcing her legs further apart and her crotch a bit lower. Suddenly she felt her legs being encased between the middle elements and lower one. The elements were somehow morphing around her legs, forming a tight but comfortable fit. Her legs became completely immobile; she couldn't pull them up or push them down for a bit and her weight was now completely supported. Amy also realized that her panty-covered pussy was now completely defenseless against any devices hiding under the round lid on the top of the lower body unit.
The machine continued by telling her to put her arms through the holes formed by the middle and higher units. Amy's heart was racing as she hesitatingly pushed her hands up. There was no going back now... As soon as both of her hands were inside the openings, her hands were encased in the same way as her legs. Her arms wouldn't budge a bit as she tried to pull them. Amy's breath was starting to get heavy as she became more and more aware of her vulnerable and taut body. She couldn't resist, she couldn't stop the tickling that was coming for her.
A growing warmth in her loins made her regret that she didn't set up any kind of treatments for her naughty bits, but the thought was interrupted when she felt something groping at her toes. She squeeled a bit as small mechanical fingers found their way around her big toes and restrained her feet. Amy heard a humming downwards as the spinning solescrubbers started their work. "Ahaha...mmmm..ahaha...". The scrubbers were forcing occasional laughter out of Amy, but the overall feeling was pleasant. The scrubbers rolled steadily under her feet, teasing her with soft tickles for about 5 minutes.
"Ahhahahhaaa.. Ohmmyy....Ahhaha...ohhhh" Amy's laughter turned a bit more intense as a pair of mechanical arms found their way out of the small holes at her sides. They joined the scrubbers and started lightly counting her ribs. "Aahhhahhha...pleeeessshhh...aahh....". She tried to move her torso away from the ticklers, but the small movement she could make was pointless. The tickling fingers were accurately adapting to her movements.
At ten minutes the foot ticklers slowly started to apply more pressure making Amy's giggles turn into squeals and continous laughter."Ahhahhahahahahha...ppleeeeaasssee.....stoopppp...ahahahhahaaaa...heeelpp.." This was combined with the sideticklers taking a firm grip on her hips and giving it a good grind. "Hahahaahaaaaa...aaahahaaaaa..iiiiiikkk....aaaa"
Amy was fully enjoying her fantasy, her pussy getting more and more aching. She didn't realize that her original setting of 15 minutes had already been passed. When another pair of hands landed on her sensitive armpits she broke into a hight pitched shriek "iiiiiiiiiiiihhhhahahahah...nooooooo...stop iiiiittt...ahahhahahahhahaa......stooopp...redredred...redddhdhhhh....aaahhh" The safeword had no effect on the machine which continued the onslaught on her defenseless armpits."Pleeassee...realllyyy...aaahaaahahahahhahahahaa....aahhhhhahahahahhaa..."
She struggled and screamed in the the hands of her torturer, now tickling three points on her vulnerable skin. After a few minutes the tickling suddenly faded away. "Unauthorized use detected, punishment mode is in use, administrator contacted", the Ticklomatic pronounced in it's pleasent voice. "What? No... let me go, red, red, red!" Her words had no effect. Amy couldn't believe what the machine had just said. She had no idea what it meant exactly, but it was apparent that she had lost the control. "Unauthorized use detected, punishment mode is in use, administrator contacted", the machine repeated.
The pause was still going on as she started to really test her restraints again. Her arms or legs wouldn't move an inch. She gathered all her forces for one final attempt when she heard the familiar hum "No!...No!.....nononoooooooaaaaaaaaahahhhh...." Her escape attemps stopped quickly as the footticklers started their work again. This time with a medium pressure and speed. "Ahahhhahahhh....ahhahahhahh...iiiiihhkk..." Soon her armpits and sides were attacked too "....iiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkeeeheee .... eheheheheeeaaaaa....noo...pleeeesshshshhh....aahhahhaaa..." The Ticklomatic was completely deaf to her pleas.
To her suprise the tickling at her armpits stopped after only a few minutes. Suddenly she felt something playing with her bra fastener. "Nooo...aahhahhaa...stoooppaahhaahahaa...dooonnnttt" She could do nothing, as the fingers snapped the shoulderstraps cut and she watched her bra drop on the floor in front of her. Her big round boobs were now uncovered, nipples standing in attention.
"Ahhahaha....haha...aah...". The tickling on her armpits, feet and sides faded to a tease. Another pair of tickling arms appeared in Amy's sight. These ones were a bit different though. Instead of fingers, these had something that looked a bit like flowers with small stiff feathers instead of petals. Amy's eyes widened in terror as the flowers started to spin and move in on her nipples. "No....nooooo.....plleaasse...noooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhaaaaaaiiiiii". Her pleading turned into an unintelligible howl as the spinners touched her oversensitive nipples. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhiiiii....eahhahahhahahaha..." She tried violently to escaped the maddening tease, but the spinning flowers were following her movements with mechanical precision.
The other ticklers upped the intensity to the maximum again. Amy forgot herself, the time and place she was in and fell into her fantasy again, perhaps deeper than anytime before. The relentless full-body tickling, combined with her total helplesness, was like gas thrown into the fire of her arousal. Her pussy was aching like never before, and the fact that she couldn't do anything about was only strengthening her frustrated arousal.
As if the machine had sensed this, it again softened the tickles into a teasing. "Aaaaahhh...aahhahhaa....mmmmhhhh....aahh" Amy's hysterical heavy laughter changed into occasional giggles and moans. The ticklomatic added another pair of hands that started kneading the insides of her thighs and firm buttocks. "Ahhmmm.....mmmmmmmmhh...". The hands between her legs were ever so delicately massaging the flesh around her womanhood, but never applied any pressure on it. This combined with the teasing tickles on her rock hard nipples made Amy's need to be touched unbearable "ahhhhh...aaaahhhh...mmm...pleeeaaseee...pleeeaasee..." She was being played with and there was nothing she could do about it.
Finally the she felt something pressing on her eager pussy. The hole between her legs had opened and a ball-shaped soft knob was pressing on her. Only ticklish devices left on her were the spinners on her nipples and the two hands tickling her thighs. "Please......please....". Amy's voice had turned into a whisper as she was begging the machine to give her a release. The knob on her panties started to vibrate intensively. "MMMMmmmhhhhhhhhh" Amy couldn't even breath as she tried ground the vibrator. The vibrations faded away after ten seconds, leaving her even more frustrated than before...
After about another ten seconds the vibrations started again, but this time they lasted a few seconds longer. They stopped again, only to kick in again after a small pause. Amy realized the the increasing vibrations would inevitably push her to an orgasm - after giving her an excrusiating tease. As she had anticipated, the length of the vibrations increased steadily and she was getting closer and closer to the edge. After the nineteenth interval, she was panting horny mess. The twentieth one continued almost instantaneously. "Ahhhhhmmm...ohhh..ohmmmyyyy..oooOOOOOhhHHMM". The vibrations went on, steadily pushing her closher to an explosion. "ohhhhmmm....oohhhhhhhhh..." Her body was tensing as she held her breath surrendering to the incoming orgasm...
One second before a long-awaited release, all stimulation stopped. "Noooooooo!!....pleeaaassse...pleeeeaaasse..." Amy cried as the feelingless machine left her body right next to the peak. It didn't intend to reward her with an orgasm, there was only punishment for her...She had no willpower to resist as the mechanical fingers easily snapped the sides of her panties open. She watched them fall next to her bra. The vibrating ball retracted back into the hole, leaving her sopping wet pussy behind.
"Oh no....no.....this is not happening.....NOooo...pleasseee, PLEASSEEE" Amy started screaming again as she saw the new device replacing the vibrator. It was a ticklebuffer, very similar to the one she was fantasizing of earlier. Panic took control of her as she sensed all the devices, now reinforced with the buffer, sprang to life. "Nooo..nooooo...noooooooohhhhhaaaaaaaahahahahahaaiiiiii". Words left her as the new tickler touched the most sensitive spot of her whole body. The spinning feathery bristles felt like a ticklish shock to her denied pussy. Amy's body was now fully attacked, truely tickleravaged by the relentless, red machine. "Ahahahahahnoooon...nooooooo...iiiiiiiiaaahahhaha...aahahahhahhaha". Hysterical screams and laughter filled the room.
"Punishment cycle complete". Finally, after 10 minutes of full body assault, the machines relented. Amy was a panting, exhausted mess on the border of consiousness. The full body tickling hadn't done anything to her numbing arousal. Her concious mind couldn't block the sensations the merciless torture was causing in her. As she slowly collected her thoughts, she was getting hopeful about getting released... The machine had said the cycle to be complete, maybe it would let her go now. She would dress up, go to her room, get a nice long bath and probably sleep for a thousand years. And of course, masturbate like a nymphomaniac...
Yet the machine didn't loosen the restraints even for a bit. She waited for a time that seemed to go on forever until the mechanical voice finally announced: "10 minute break-time over." That didn't sound too good for her. "Restart punishment cycle". She couldn't believe her ears. "...Ohmygod...ohmygod...nooooaaaaahhhaa....aahhahahahhahahahahha.....hahhahahahahahahhaha....noooooo" The foot ticklers whirred back to life starting the merciless programme from the very beginning. Again the laughter of a young woman, mixed with hysterical pleas and moans, faintly echoed in Exposition Hall B.
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About 2 kilometers north of Okura, Shigeru Tani's sleep is being interfered by the recurring sound of incoming text messages. In his position, as the main developer and CEO of Tanishi Mechnologies, he can't afford to keep his cell phone closed even by night. Yet, he's happy with the job. It has earned him enough for the 200 square penthouse apartment he's waking up in. And most importantly, it had allowed the 34-year-old engineer to use his creativeness and satisfy his fantasies.
After stretching for a bit, Shigeru rises to grab his cellphone from the top of the dresser. His tired grumpyness turns into excitement, as he reads through the message. "Mhhmm... what is it?", asks his now almost fully awoken wife Asami. "I think we got another one", he responds and flashes the most fiendish smile to her wife. "Looks like a foreigner, judging by the pics. And a hot one too."
He returns to bed to kiss her passionately, while giving her sides a few quick tickles through the cover. "I think we should have some fun with this one" he whispers. "I would like that" she purrs. After another passionate kiss he rises again and grabs his phone. "We don't have to hurry though, they won't be opening the hall for anyone before 09:30. We'll have plenty of time to play with her. Maybe even get her back here...if she's into it". He sets the alarm for 08:00 and lays down next to his beautiful wife and gives her one final kiss. Images of the curvy black-haired intruder float around his mind until he slowly fades in a restful sleep - in his large four poster-bed.
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The story was supposed to be about three paragraphs to go with the artwork but I couldn't just stop there
. Maybe I'll use the same character some time in the future. It might contain some typos as I didn't edit it very much. -Ktulu
