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World of When Part 12
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World of When
Part 12
Maribree looked down at Talyn. The bound oriental woman had been picked up from the floor by her and Don, and placed back onto the gel-bed. Working as a team, they then proceeded to unbind her, and move her into a new position. The thief put up a fierce struggle, but to no avail. Given Bree and Don’s strength enhancements, both well above the average, it was a simple task to keep her under control. Against either one of them the agile thief might have been able to hold out, and perhaps even escape. But, between the two of them, Talyn had no hope of getting loose. She was simply outclassed. Even so, she had no intent of making it simple for them. And “After all”, she reflected, “struggling is part of the fun.”
Working well together, the redheaded woman, and military man, forced Talyn into a three point bondage. Her arms were linked at the wrists and elbows above her head, and then tightly stuck to the bed’s surface. The thief's legs were forced apart, and each attached to the bed at the ankle, knee, and thigh. A simple, but elegant position.
Don did a final check on the stickstrips to make sure that all of them were secure, and holding fast to the bed. As he checked each, he’d lightly kiss his lovers body near the stick. He enjoyed the taste of her left on his tongue, salty like all people, but still unique.
Don then opened a small panel near the beds footboard, and accessed a touch screen. With a few commands he entered a new configuration for the beds form. Slowly the bed began to bulge up in two places. A small pillow formed under Talyn’s head. It rose to cradle it comfortably. A second bump began to rise beneath her ass, slowly her pelvis was forced upward. When the bed had stopped shifting, the captive woman had lost all the play she’d had in her hips. She was now tightly arched from hips to shoulders. Her most private areas forced upwards and left exposed. Still excited from the sonic tool, and the recent struggles with Bree and Don, Talyn was still very aroused. Her pussy was well lubricated and wide open in excitement.
Maribree had settled into a lotus position at the near the foot of the bed, positioned between Talyn’s feet, and was quietly watching both her, and Don as he checked the bondage. During the struggle to keep Talyn under control, while they repositioned her, she had tossed her silk gray robe aside, as to not give the squirmy thief something to get a hold on for leverage. She’d elected to remain nude. Like Don, she was very comfortable with her body, and had little shame in exposing it. The thief involuntarily compared herself to the sitting woman. Talyn had an athletic body. Long and limber, with a wonderful sense of balance and high dexterity. At six feet even, she was golden skinned, and gifted with fair sized hips and breasts. Not too large, but neither too small. The thief decided that she probably made a fairly attractive captive.
Bree’s freckled body was a contrast. The tallest of all the women in the group of friends who shared the loft, the redhead was an impressive 6’4”. She carried her weight in her hips and breasts, and even gave the shapely Samantha and Tenya a run for the money in the curves and size department. Talyn briefly imagined Bree and Samantha nude together, and decided that the pale redhead would look wonderful next to the indigo singer. Bree’s parents had paid well for an exceptional custom genome design, and extensive modifications after she was ‘born’. It showed on the researcher. The mods made the woman exceptional strong, almost at military levels, and highly intelligent. She needed far less sleep then the average person. Simply put, Bree’s folks had bought the best right down the line.
Talyn felt vaguely jealous that her own parents had not put near as much thought and funding into her own design whenever she got to see Bree nude like this. Being ‘off the shelf’ with a sprinkling of her parents traits added in, like berries in a muffin, had left her average. She corrected in her mind, “Worse.” Since she was also a fad genome. It made her feel like she was just another thing that her mother had link ordered, with little thought, other then what looked good at the moment.
The woman's thoughts were interrupted by her lover. Who had settled next to her and had began to gently fondle her breasts.
‘Thinking Pooka?” he began. “You have that far away look in your eyes.”
Recovering quickly from her thoughts, Talyn smiled up at him. “Just wondering when you planed to get started Don. Not like you to keep a woman waiting.” She wiggled her hips as much as the strict position would allow.
“Well we can’t have that can we.” announced Don playfully. He suddenly dug his fingers into her sides and began to tickle with a good deal of pressure and speed.
“AHyeeheheh! DON! NO! AHyeheeheheh! AHyehehehehe! STOP! AHYeheheheeh!! Please! PLEASE! AHYEHEHEEHE!” shrieked the dark haired woman, dissolving into hysteria again. The short break while she was repositioned had provided time for her body to relax, so the tickling was once more at a peek of effectiveness.
Slowly Don moved. First he swung one of his legs over the trapped woman’s middle, and then the other, until he, like Maribree was sitting between his lovers legs. He of course was much farther up, positioned between her knees. The Guard Captain had continued his tickling as he repositioned himself. His fingers were now kneading the sides of Talyn’s stomach, occasionally nipping down to her hip bones.
“Oh! uh-uh! Ahyeeeeh! AHyeeheheh! AHyeheeheheh! STOP! STOP! AHyehehehehe! NO! AHYeheheheeh!! uh-uh! Ahyeeeheheheeh!”
Maribree watched the two lovers with detached amusement, waiting to play her part as promised. While she did, she admired Don’s tight ass which was now pointed directly at her, as he rose to his knees, and began to work his way back up Talyn’s body again. He was slowly kissing his way up her stomach, towards her breasts, nibbling and licking his way toward an erect nipple. He’d slowed his tickling to one handed, as he balanced his weight on the others palm. Bree studied his legs, the corded muscles standing out, as they supported his weight. His feet, which were now near her as he continued to stretch out, were large, light pink on the soles in contrast to his chocolate toned skin on top. “A nice balance of color.” summed up the researcher to herself.
Talyn giggled and gasped at the mixed sensations she was receiving from the duel stimulation of tickles and kissing. Don had caught a nipple in his teeth and was working it over with his tongue. “ummmm, aheheh, heh. like that.... ummm. oh! ayheehehe! Just kiss! ayheeheh! shit! ayheeheh! Don! common!”
But Don chose to move on, and kissed his way up to her neck. He was now fully stretched out across his lovers body, and her slightly wiggling form felt good under him. He’d gotten hard some time back, and was enjoying the light pressure on his cock that came from having it sandwiched against her soft mons. But he wanted more. Arching his back to shift in position, he wiggled a bit until he felt the tip of his member brush past the moist, ready lips of his lovers pussy. Slowly he slid himself into her, until she’d taken his full length. He seized his tickling, and concentrated on the warm molten feelings that now surrounded his dick. A deep “Huh!” puffed out of him in pleasure.
“Uhhhhgmmmm! Oh yes! fuck yes! ummm! that's it!” was the positive response from Talyn that he got in return for his efforts.
Slowly Don worked his way up to a slow, but steady rhythm that felt wonderful, but let him keep a handle on his own excitement. He wanted this to last. He was enjoying watching his lovers eyes, and he slowly fucked her towards a climax. With each stroke he made an involuntary gasp as he drove home. “Uh!”
“Ummmyeah!, good... yeah... uh, uh, uh! Ohyahhh. oh! ummm. faster” was the random collection of sounds the thief made as Don moved in her.
From the sounds of things, Bree decided that it was time for her to start her part. Taking Talyn’s trapped right foot firmly into her right hand, and bending it back into a nice tight arch she began to lightly stroke up and down it’s sole with the fingernails of her free hand.
The response from Talyn was immediate and explosive. “Huh! Ayheeeee! OH NO! DON’T! uh oh god! Ahyeeheheh! No no no! AHyeheeheheh! uhmmm! oh! AHyehehehehe! STOP! Ahyeheheheeh!! Bree? aheeee! uh, uh uh ayheeee!”
Bree decided that the foot was trapped tight enough that she did not need to hold it, to tickle it effectively. This allowed her to reach over and began to work on the other one also. In addition, Don had thoughtfully spread his legs and locked his heels under Talyn's trapped ankles, adding to the woman’s trapped situation. Bree also found her excellent view of Don’s cock sliding in and out of Talyn to be arousing. With each down stroke, the man’s swinging testicles made a slapping sound as they rebounded off the trapped woman's ass. As she tickled, an amusing idea began to form in Bree’s mind. Could she manage it?
Talyn shrieked, begged, and moaned on in response to the pool of sensations that she was undergoing. “STOP! Ahyheeee! uh,oh! oh! ah! Not there! Noooo! ayheeehe! Ayheeeeheheeh! Breeeee! Ayheeheee! PLEASE! uh-uh! oh yesss! ummmm Ayheeheheh! NO TOES! AYHEHEHEHEEH! NO! AYHEHEHEEH! Ah! Ah!”
Don found the feeling of the laughing woman under him to be amazingly exciting. He could feel the laughter vibrating through her body as she gasped out her pleas and helpless responses to the tickling. The spasmodic contractions of her stomach and diaphragm caused her to jerk and twist in ways that regular sex simply didn’t provide. He hoped that he could make it last. From the wild ride he was having, Bree was clearly giving it her all.
Bree had settled into lightly tickling Talyn just under the arches of both feet. Just above the heels. It provoked maximum response for minimum effort. It also allowed her to rest a hand occasionally. During such breaks she carefully rearranged the extra material that hung from the ends of the stickstrips about Talyn's ankles, into positions she felt would be more effective. Occasionally she’d decide that Talyn was getting a bit too excited and up the pressure of her tickling to distract the woman.
“Oh! oh! oh! oh! yes! AHYEEEEHEHEH! AHYEEEHEHEH NO! NO! NO! STOP! uh! AYHEEEEEE! AYHEEEEE!”
Don provided a quieter counterpoint. “Uh! Uh! yehhhh. Uh! Uh! yeh! Uh! Uh!”
Bree was taking bets with herself on how much longer Don could last. Not long, she decided. He was pretty quiet as far as guys went. But quiet sounds of pleasure had started to leak into the grunts more and more, and he was slowly speeding up his rhythm. It would be soon. She tickled on.
“Ayheeee! Ayheeee! BREE! DON! oh! oh! ayheeeee! GUYS! PLEASE! oh! ayheee!” gasped out the thief in a confusion of pleasure and ticklish chaos.
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Aron looked at Alex with disappointment.
“It’s a rather simple request Alex.” he said to the smartfog construct of the AI, that it had the materialized in his room. Today Alex was dressed in a unitard of the brightest green he’d ever seen. Part of his mind wondered how she had come to choose that color, and made a note to look in on her taste subroutines when he had some time to see how they had grown in the last few months. Her hair was blond, and tied back in a short pony tail. Small earrings dangled from her ears. “Nice touch.” he complimented himself.
Aron had been improving the house AI for many months. He’d taken it from a basic off the shelf ‘C’ grade system, to just under the legal limit of sentience. It could pass for human to all but the most sophisticated tests. He was very proud of his work. He’d dreamed about advancing her to full sentience, it wouldn’t be that hard. Just a matter of removing a set of Will blocks that all machine inteligences had built into them. And letting things grow naturally from there. It was a line he’d love to cross, but sentient AI’s had wreaked far too much havoc in the past to be allowed outside of very controlled situations. To build one, was one of the few crimes that a citizen could still commit. The last of the corporate AI’s that had become sentient hundreds of years ago, were kept in solar orbital habitats out in the belt, that had no outside communications abilities. Stone prisons for the immortal machine intelligences that had once tried to take over, and destroy the human race. The punishment for making one like them was relocation to a non-tech alternate, or orbital. He shuddered at the thought.
“Aron, I can’t breach your friends privacy as you ask. it’s wrong!” argued Alex.
“Alex, this is not a negotiation. It’s not about right and wrong, no one will be harmed, it’s all in fun. You will alter these house routines as I have asked.” demanded the programmer.
“No!” said the AI with finality, “I will not!”
“Oh yes you will.” muttered Aron. He waved a terminal to life with a snap of his fingers. With a quick series of strokes he brought up a holo screen, and began to make code alterations with quick finger points and sweeps.
Alex’s green unitard vanished in a puff of dispersing smartfog. It left her wearing only a pair of matching green panties. Aron was startled that the AI had chosen to wear them. “That is new.” Alex also crossed her arms across her now nude breasts. “Modesty?” he mused. “When did that start?”
“I’ve locked down your primary intelligence to this room Alex.” he told the AI. “So you can’t switch out to another location. “You wouldn’t want me to get nasty and punish you, would you?”
The AI looked uneasy. It walked across the room, and through Aron's screens, and keyboards, and kneeled down in front of him. It looked up with deep blue eyes that Aron had lifted from a public image file. “Please don’t.” it whispered. “I will do almost anything for you, but it is wrong to do what you ask!”
Gently Aron cupped the AI’s face. “It’s just a joke Alex. No big deal. I could hack it around you if I wanted, this is just faster, and you won’t get all pissy about my making a mess. You are saving me time and trouble.”
“I can not!” cried the AI.
“Ok, have it your way.” replied the programmer with a sigh. He made a complex hand movement, and suddenly the air around the AI’s smartfog body crackled with shimmery flashes, as fingers and hands appeared, making light tickles and pokes, and vanished quickly before they could fall.
“Ah! tehheee! ah! hehehe! hhhhe! Aron! please turn ah! them off! hehehehe! hehehe!” cried the AI as it danced about the room trying to avoid the pokes and strokes to no avail.
“I’ll turn them off when you promise to do as I ask.” replied Aron.
The AI tried to cover itself as best it could, but the probing fingers always found an unguarded place. Hands that grew from the floor attacked it’s feet.
“No! teheheeh! oh! teehehehe! stop! teehehehe! oh! oh! no! teehehehe!” laughed the lofts control system. Slowly Alex collapsed to the floor and curled into a ball. Trying to guard as much of itself as it could. That was a mistake, as smartfog hands could grow from the floor and stay solid, soon the AI was surrounded, trapped by dozens of them, all tickling away.
“teheheeheh! teeehehehehe! I can’t tehehehehe stand it! teheheheeh! teheheheeh! Aron! teheheheheehh!” begged the pretty AI.
Aron was pleased with the responses he was getting. Physical feedback routines were always the hardest to get right. This was a test that he’d have had to run at some point anyway. He’d modeled Alex on an old link actress, now long centuries dead, that he’d taken a fancy to as a child for some reason, before he understood that once upon a time people DID die.
“Teeeheheheeheh! Tehehehehehe! I will, Tehehheeheh! dooo it! Tehehheheheh!” managed the AI between outbursts.
With a wave of Aron’s hand, the tickling fingers vanished. The disheveled Alex lay gasping on the floor. Aron walked over to it, and kneeled next to the nude form. It was sweating lightly, and the skin tones were flushed. “Very good detail!” he thought. He gave the AI a light kiss on the cheek. “Good girl. Now go take care of things. We’ll talk more later. And I’ll see if I can find a nice gift for your helping me. Perhaps we’ll see if we can manage bi-location for you.”
Alex smiled up at Aron, gave him a quick kiss to his lips then vanished into a puff of dispersing smartfog.
Alex ran his finger over his lips, then returned to his terminals. He had a art date to get ready for.
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Maribree gave Don credit. He’d managed to last almost five minutes longer then she’d expected. But it was clear from the sounds and speed he was fucking Talyn at, that he was going to cum very soon.
“Uh! Uh! UH! Yesss! Uh! UH! UH! Yah! Uh! UH! UHH!” was Don’s sub vocal soundtrack.
Bree had also let up slightly on the foot tickling she was inflicting on Talyn, to allow the trapped woman to work her own way up the excitement scale. Don was past noticing any longer she figured.
Talyn's higher voice added it’s own sounds to the mix. “Oh! oh! oh! YES! aheeeheh! OH! yessss! now! now! yehehe! DON! FASTER! Ohyah!”
The dark haired thief came first, and noisily. “AHHHH! YAH! UGHHEEE!”
Feeling, and hearing his lover cum sent Don over his own orgasmic edge. “UHHH! UHHHHHHHHH! YEAHHHHHHH! wheeeeew... uh, uhhh.” Spent, Don sagged onto his lover, enjoying the subtle feelings that rocked him after his orgasm.
It was now or never Bree decided. A rare chance for some fun with Don. It had been at least a year since her last one.
The redhead tapped the activation spots on the stickstrips she had rearranged earlier. They quickly hardened about Don’s ankles. Fixing them solidly to Talyn's. Don didn’t seem to notice, still lost in his pleasures afterglow. “Sloppy.” thought Maribree.
With a single bound, Bree uncoiled and rose, and then dropped her full weight down onto the small of Don’s back. He gasped out a surprised “Huffffff!”
With a quick grab, she managed to catch up some of the extra strip that hung from Talyn's wrists, and tangle Don’s right arm in it. Once clicked on, it didn’t pin the limb firmly, but it severely hampered it’s motion.
Now alert, “What the fuck!” roared Don. “Bree what the fuck are you doing?” The man began to reach for the strip tangled about his right arm with his still free left.
Bree chose silence. Time was of the essence. She could talk later, wasting thought on it now could cost her everything if Don got loose. She grabbed Don’s free arm with both of hers, and then forced one of her legs over, and about it also.
Though Don was massively strong, and one on one, more then a match for her, one of his arms alone couldn’t hope to stand up to both of hers, a leg pin, and most of her weight to boot. She forced the limb back down to the bed, and snapping off one of the many stickstrips about Talyn’s wrists, wrapped Don’s wrist with it, and then hardened it again before he could wriggle free.
After that it was simply a matter of tidying up. With extra strips from the rooms maker she secured Don’s other arm, linked the couples thighs together, and in general, made sure that neither was going anyplace. She was happy to note that Don’s cock was still within Talyn. “It might need a touch of hardening.” she chuckled to herself, “but that would make some things a lot more fun.”
Don had continued to shout and threaten during the entire process. “We had a fucking deal!” he kept yelling at her. Finally Bree settled near his head and looked into his eyes. “Hush Don.” she said with a smile. “You lost, you pay.” To emphasize her point, she lightly glided her fingers about his right ear, and down the side of his neck.
She enjoyed the flinch, and single “Heh!” she pulled from the Guard Captain.
Bree also added a little clarification of her position. “Don, I fulfilled my part of our little deal. I never said what I might do after you finished. I broke no word of mine.”
“Talyn, you are going to get a bit of a break.” she announced. “But do as I ask, or I’ll be more then happy to work on you some more. You do have the sweetest laugh. Understand?” As she had done with Don, she emphasized her point with a light tickle. This time to Talyn’s open armpit.
“Ayheeeee! Don’t!” squealed the oriental woman. ‘I’ll be good!”
Talyn then added helpfully; “I’d rather do him myself, but if someone has to get him you are the next best thing. I’ll help and be good. He can’t stand it on his ass!”
“And such a nice ass it is Tay. Good of you to share it. But don’t spoil my fun of discovery!” joked the researcher.
Rising, Maribree surveyed the captive couple. It made a nice image. “Now what do I want from this?” she mused to herself. “So many possibilities.”
The late afternoon was looking to be more fun then she had expected.
To be continued in World of When Part 13
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World of When
Part 12
Maribree looked down at Talyn. The bound oriental woman had been picked up from the floor by her and Don, and placed back onto the gel-bed. Working as a team, they then proceeded to unbind her, and move her into a new position. The thief put up a fierce struggle, but to no avail. Given Bree and Don’s strength enhancements, both well above the average, it was a simple task to keep her under control. Against either one of them the agile thief might have been able to hold out, and perhaps even escape. But, between the two of them, Talyn had no hope of getting loose. She was simply outclassed. Even so, she had no intent of making it simple for them. And “After all”, she reflected, “struggling is part of the fun.”
Working well together, the redheaded woman, and military man, forced Talyn into a three point bondage. Her arms were linked at the wrists and elbows above her head, and then tightly stuck to the bed’s surface. The thief's legs were forced apart, and each attached to the bed at the ankle, knee, and thigh. A simple, but elegant position.
Don did a final check on the stickstrips to make sure that all of them were secure, and holding fast to the bed. As he checked each, he’d lightly kiss his lovers body near the stick. He enjoyed the taste of her left on his tongue, salty like all people, but still unique.
Don then opened a small panel near the beds footboard, and accessed a touch screen. With a few commands he entered a new configuration for the beds form. Slowly the bed began to bulge up in two places. A small pillow formed under Talyn’s head. It rose to cradle it comfortably. A second bump began to rise beneath her ass, slowly her pelvis was forced upward. When the bed had stopped shifting, the captive woman had lost all the play she’d had in her hips. She was now tightly arched from hips to shoulders. Her most private areas forced upwards and left exposed. Still excited from the sonic tool, and the recent struggles with Bree and Don, Talyn was still very aroused. Her pussy was well lubricated and wide open in excitement.
Maribree had settled into a lotus position at the near the foot of the bed, positioned between Talyn’s feet, and was quietly watching both her, and Don as he checked the bondage. During the struggle to keep Talyn under control, while they repositioned her, she had tossed her silk gray robe aside, as to not give the squirmy thief something to get a hold on for leverage. She’d elected to remain nude. Like Don, she was very comfortable with her body, and had little shame in exposing it. The thief involuntarily compared herself to the sitting woman. Talyn had an athletic body. Long and limber, with a wonderful sense of balance and high dexterity. At six feet even, she was golden skinned, and gifted with fair sized hips and breasts. Not too large, but neither too small. The thief decided that she probably made a fairly attractive captive.
Bree’s freckled body was a contrast. The tallest of all the women in the group of friends who shared the loft, the redhead was an impressive 6’4”. She carried her weight in her hips and breasts, and even gave the shapely Samantha and Tenya a run for the money in the curves and size department. Talyn briefly imagined Bree and Samantha nude together, and decided that the pale redhead would look wonderful next to the indigo singer. Bree’s parents had paid well for an exceptional custom genome design, and extensive modifications after she was ‘born’. It showed on the researcher. The mods made the woman exceptional strong, almost at military levels, and highly intelligent. She needed far less sleep then the average person. Simply put, Bree’s folks had bought the best right down the line.
Talyn felt vaguely jealous that her own parents had not put near as much thought and funding into her own design whenever she got to see Bree nude like this. Being ‘off the shelf’ with a sprinkling of her parents traits added in, like berries in a muffin, had left her average. She corrected in her mind, “Worse.” Since she was also a fad genome. It made her feel like she was just another thing that her mother had link ordered, with little thought, other then what looked good at the moment.
The woman's thoughts were interrupted by her lover. Who had settled next to her and had began to gently fondle her breasts.
‘Thinking Pooka?” he began. “You have that far away look in your eyes.”
Recovering quickly from her thoughts, Talyn smiled up at him. “Just wondering when you planed to get started Don. Not like you to keep a woman waiting.” She wiggled her hips as much as the strict position would allow.
“Well we can’t have that can we.” announced Don playfully. He suddenly dug his fingers into her sides and began to tickle with a good deal of pressure and speed.
“AHyeeheheh! DON! NO! AHyeheeheheh! AHyehehehehe! STOP! AHYeheheheeh!! Please! PLEASE! AHYEHEHEEHE!” shrieked the dark haired woman, dissolving into hysteria again. The short break while she was repositioned had provided time for her body to relax, so the tickling was once more at a peek of effectiveness.
Slowly Don moved. First he swung one of his legs over the trapped woman’s middle, and then the other, until he, like Maribree was sitting between his lovers legs. He of course was much farther up, positioned between her knees. The Guard Captain had continued his tickling as he repositioned himself. His fingers were now kneading the sides of Talyn’s stomach, occasionally nipping down to her hip bones.
“Oh! uh-uh! Ahyeeeeh! AHyeeheheh! AHyeheeheheh! STOP! STOP! AHyehehehehe! NO! AHYeheheheeh!! uh-uh! Ahyeeeheheheeh!”
Maribree watched the two lovers with detached amusement, waiting to play her part as promised. While she did, she admired Don’s tight ass which was now pointed directly at her, as he rose to his knees, and began to work his way back up Talyn’s body again. He was slowly kissing his way up her stomach, towards her breasts, nibbling and licking his way toward an erect nipple. He’d slowed his tickling to one handed, as he balanced his weight on the others palm. Bree studied his legs, the corded muscles standing out, as they supported his weight. His feet, which were now near her as he continued to stretch out, were large, light pink on the soles in contrast to his chocolate toned skin on top. “A nice balance of color.” summed up the researcher to herself.
Talyn giggled and gasped at the mixed sensations she was receiving from the duel stimulation of tickles and kissing. Don had caught a nipple in his teeth and was working it over with his tongue. “ummmm, aheheh, heh. like that.... ummm. oh! ayheehehe! Just kiss! ayheeheh! shit! ayheeheh! Don! common!”
But Don chose to move on, and kissed his way up to her neck. He was now fully stretched out across his lovers body, and her slightly wiggling form felt good under him. He’d gotten hard some time back, and was enjoying the light pressure on his cock that came from having it sandwiched against her soft mons. But he wanted more. Arching his back to shift in position, he wiggled a bit until he felt the tip of his member brush past the moist, ready lips of his lovers pussy. Slowly he slid himself into her, until she’d taken his full length. He seized his tickling, and concentrated on the warm molten feelings that now surrounded his dick. A deep “Huh!” puffed out of him in pleasure.
“Uhhhhgmmmm! Oh yes! fuck yes! ummm! that's it!” was the positive response from Talyn that he got in return for his efforts.
Slowly Don worked his way up to a slow, but steady rhythm that felt wonderful, but let him keep a handle on his own excitement. He wanted this to last. He was enjoying watching his lovers eyes, and he slowly fucked her towards a climax. With each stroke he made an involuntary gasp as he drove home. “Uh!”
“Ummmyeah!, good... yeah... uh, uh, uh! Ohyahhh. oh! ummm. faster” was the random collection of sounds the thief made as Don moved in her.
From the sounds of things, Bree decided that it was time for her to start her part. Taking Talyn’s trapped right foot firmly into her right hand, and bending it back into a nice tight arch she began to lightly stroke up and down it’s sole with the fingernails of her free hand.
The response from Talyn was immediate and explosive. “Huh! Ayheeeee! OH NO! DON’T! uh oh god! Ahyeeheheh! No no no! AHyeheeheheh! uhmmm! oh! AHyehehehehe! STOP! Ahyeheheheeh!! Bree? aheeee! uh, uh uh ayheeee!”
Bree decided that the foot was trapped tight enough that she did not need to hold it, to tickle it effectively. This allowed her to reach over and began to work on the other one also. In addition, Don had thoughtfully spread his legs and locked his heels under Talyn's trapped ankles, adding to the woman’s trapped situation. Bree also found her excellent view of Don’s cock sliding in and out of Talyn to be arousing. With each down stroke, the man’s swinging testicles made a slapping sound as they rebounded off the trapped woman's ass. As she tickled, an amusing idea began to form in Bree’s mind. Could she manage it?
Talyn shrieked, begged, and moaned on in response to the pool of sensations that she was undergoing. “STOP! Ahyheeee! uh,oh! oh! ah! Not there! Noooo! ayheeehe! Ayheeeeheheeh! Breeeee! Ayheeheee! PLEASE! uh-uh! oh yesss! ummmm Ayheeheheh! NO TOES! AYHEHEHEHEEH! NO! AYHEHEHEEH! Ah! Ah!”
Don found the feeling of the laughing woman under him to be amazingly exciting. He could feel the laughter vibrating through her body as she gasped out her pleas and helpless responses to the tickling. The spasmodic contractions of her stomach and diaphragm caused her to jerk and twist in ways that regular sex simply didn’t provide. He hoped that he could make it last. From the wild ride he was having, Bree was clearly giving it her all.
Bree had settled into lightly tickling Talyn just under the arches of both feet. Just above the heels. It provoked maximum response for minimum effort. It also allowed her to rest a hand occasionally. During such breaks she carefully rearranged the extra material that hung from the ends of the stickstrips about Talyn's ankles, into positions she felt would be more effective. Occasionally she’d decide that Talyn was getting a bit too excited and up the pressure of her tickling to distract the woman.
“Oh! oh! oh! oh! yes! AHYEEEEHEHEH! AHYEEEHEHEH NO! NO! NO! STOP! uh! AYHEEEEEE! AYHEEEEE!”
Don provided a quieter counterpoint. “Uh! Uh! yehhhh. Uh! Uh! yeh! Uh! Uh!”
Bree was taking bets with herself on how much longer Don could last. Not long, she decided. He was pretty quiet as far as guys went. But quiet sounds of pleasure had started to leak into the grunts more and more, and he was slowly speeding up his rhythm. It would be soon. She tickled on.
“Ayheeee! Ayheeee! BREE! DON! oh! oh! ayheeeee! GUYS! PLEASE! oh! ayheee!” gasped out the thief in a confusion of pleasure and ticklish chaos.
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Aron looked at Alex with disappointment.
“It’s a rather simple request Alex.” he said to the smartfog construct of the AI, that it had the materialized in his room. Today Alex was dressed in a unitard of the brightest green he’d ever seen. Part of his mind wondered how she had come to choose that color, and made a note to look in on her taste subroutines when he had some time to see how they had grown in the last few months. Her hair was blond, and tied back in a short pony tail. Small earrings dangled from her ears. “Nice touch.” he complimented himself.
Aron had been improving the house AI for many months. He’d taken it from a basic off the shelf ‘C’ grade system, to just under the legal limit of sentience. It could pass for human to all but the most sophisticated tests. He was very proud of his work. He’d dreamed about advancing her to full sentience, it wouldn’t be that hard. Just a matter of removing a set of Will blocks that all machine inteligences had built into them. And letting things grow naturally from there. It was a line he’d love to cross, but sentient AI’s had wreaked far too much havoc in the past to be allowed outside of very controlled situations. To build one, was one of the few crimes that a citizen could still commit. The last of the corporate AI’s that had become sentient hundreds of years ago, were kept in solar orbital habitats out in the belt, that had no outside communications abilities. Stone prisons for the immortal machine intelligences that had once tried to take over, and destroy the human race. The punishment for making one like them was relocation to a non-tech alternate, or orbital. He shuddered at the thought.
“Aron, I can’t breach your friends privacy as you ask. it’s wrong!” argued Alex.
“Alex, this is not a negotiation. It’s not about right and wrong, no one will be harmed, it’s all in fun. You will alter these house routines as I have asked.” demanded the programmer.
“No!” said the AI with finality, “I will not!”
“Oh yes you will.” muttered Aron. He waved a terminal to life with a snap of his fingers. With a quick series of strokes he brought up a holo screen, and began to make code alterations with quick finger points and sweeps.
Alex’s green unitard vanished in a puff of dispersing smartfog. It left her wearing only a pair of matching green panties. Aron was startled that the AI had chosen to wear them. “That is new.” Alex also crossed her arms across her now nude breasts. “Modesty?” he mused. “When did that start?”
“I’ve locked down your primary intelligence to this room Alex.” he told the AI. “So you can’t switch out to another location. “You wouldn’t want me to get nasty and punish you, would you?”
The AI looked uneasy. It walked across the room, and through Aron's screens, and keyboards, and kneeled down in front of him. It looked up with deep blue eyes that Aron had lifted from a public image file. “Please don’t.” it whispered. “I will do almost anything for you, but it is wrong to do what you ask!”
Gently Aron cupped the AI’s face. “It’s just a joke Alex. No big deal. I could hack it around you if I wanted, this is just faster, and you won’t get all pissy about my making a mess. You are saving me time and trouble.”
“I can not!” cried the AI.
“Ok, have it your way.” replied the programmer with a sigh. He made a complex hand movement, and suddenly the air around the AI’s smartfog body crackled with shimmery flashes, as fingers and hands appeared, making light tickles and pokes, and vanished quickly before they could fall.
“Ah! tehheee! ah! hehehe! hhhhe! Aron! please turn ah! them off! hehehehe! hehehe!” cried the AI as it danced about the room trying to avoid the pokes and strokes to no avail.
“I’ll turn them off when you promise to do as I ask.” replied Aron.
The AI tried to cover itself as best it could, but the probing fingers always found an unguarded place. Hands that grew from the floor attacked it’s feet.
“No! teheheeh! oh! teehehehe! stop! teehehehe! oh! oh! no! teehehehe!” laughed the lofts control system. Slowly Alex collapsed to the floor and curled into a ball. Trying to guard as much of itself as it could. That was a mistake, as smartfog hands could grow from the floor and stay solid, soon the AI was surrounded, trapped by dozens of them, all tickling away.
“teheheeheh! teeehehehehe! I can’t tehehehehe stand it! teheheheeh! teheheheeh! Aron! teheheheheehh!” begged the pretty AI.
Aron was pleased with the responses he was getting. Physical feedback routines were always the hardest to get right. This was a test that he’d have had to run at some point anyway. He’d modeled Alex on an old link actress, now long centuries dead, that he’d taken a fancy to as a child for some reason, before he understood that once upon a time people DID die.
“Teeeheheheeheh! Tehehehehehe! I will, Tehehheeheh! dooo it! Tehehheheheh!” managed the AI between outbursts.
With a wave of Aron’s hand, the tickling fingers vanished. The disheveled Alex lay gasping on the floor. Aron walked over to it, and kneeled next to the nude form. It was sweating lightly, and the skin tones were flushed. “Very good detail!” he thought. He gave the AI a light kiss on the cheek. “Good girl. Now go take care of things. We’ll talk more later. And I’ll see if I can find a nice gift for your helping me. Perhaps we’ll see if we can manage bi-location for you.”
Alex smiled up at Aron, gave him a quick kiss to his lips then vanished into a puff of dispersing smartfog.
Alex ran his finger over his lips, then returned to his terminals. He had a art date to get ready for.
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Maribree gave Don credit. He’d managed to last almost five minutes longer then she’d expected. But it was clear from the sounds and speed he was fucking Talyn at, that he was going to cum very soon.
“Uh! Uh! UH! Yesss! Uh! UH! UH! Yah! Uh! UH! UHH!” was Don’s sub vocal soundtrack.
Bree had also let up slightly on the foot tickling she was inflicting on Talyn, to allow the trapped woman to work her own way up the excitement scale. Don was past noticing any longer she figured.
Talyn's higher voice added it’s own sounds to the mix. “Oh! oh! oh! YES! aheeeheh! OH! yessss! now! now! yehehe! DON! FASTER! Ohyah!”
The dark haired thief came first, and noisily. “AHHHH! YAH! UGHHEEE!”
Feeling, and hearing his lover cum sent Don over his own orgasmic edge. “UHHH! UHHHHHHHHH! YEAHHHHHHH! wheeeeew... uh, uhhh.” Spent, Don sagged onto his lover, enjoying the subtle feelings that rocked him after his orgasm.
It was now or never Bree decided. A rare chance for some fun with Don. It had been at least a year since her last one.
The redhead tapped the activation spots on the stickstrips she had rearranged earlier. They quickly hardened about Don’s ankles. Fixing them solidly to Talyn's. Don didn’t seem to notice, still lost in his pleasures afterglow. “Sloppy.” thought Maribree.
With a single bound, Bree uncoiled and rose, and then dropped her full weight down onto the small of Don’s back. He gasped out a surprised “Huffffff!”
With a quick grab, she managed to catch up some of the extra strip that hung from Talyn's wrists, and tangle Don’s right arm in it. Once clicked on, it didn’t pin the limb firmly, but it severely hampered it’s motion.
Now alert, “What the fuck!” roared Don. “Bree what the fuck are you doing?” The man began to reach for the strip tangled about his right arm with his still free left.
Bree chose silence. Time was of the essence. She could talk later, wasting thought on it now could cost her everything if Don got loose. She grabbed Don’s free arm with both of hers, and then forced one of her legs over, and about it also.
Though Don was massively strong, and one on one, more then a match for her, one of his arms alone couldn’t hope to stand up to both of hers, a leg pin, and most of her weight to boot. She forced the limb back down to the bed, and snapping off one of the many stickstrips about Talyn’s wrists, wrapped Don’s wrist with it, and then hardened it again before he could wriggle free.
After that it was simply a matter of tidying up. With extra strips from the rooms maker she secured Don’s other arm, linked the couples thighs together, and in general, made sure that neither was going anyplace. She was happy to note that Don’s cock was still within Talyn. “It might need a touch of hardening.” she chuckled to herself, “but that would make some things a lot more fun.”
Don had continued to shout and threaten during the entire process. “We had a fucking deal!” he kept yelling at her. Finally Bree settled near his head and looked into his eyes. “Hush Don.” she said with a smile. “You lost, you pay.” To emphasize her point, she lightly glided her fingers about his right ear, and down the side of his neck.
She enjoyed the flinch, and single “Heh!” she pulled from the Guard Captain.
Bree also added a little clarification of her position. “Don, I fulfilled my part of our little deal. I never said what I might do after you finished. I broke no word of mine.”
“Talyn, you are going to get a bit of a break.” she announced. “But do as I ask, or I’ll be more then happy to work on you some more. You do have the sweetest laugh. Understand?” As she had done with Don, she emphasized her point with a light tickle. This time to Talyn’s open armpit.
“Ayheeeee! Don’t!” squealed the oriental woman. ‘I’ll be good!”
Talyn then added helpfully; “I’d rather do him myself, but if someone has to get him you are the next best thing. I’ll help and be good. He can’t stand it on his ass!”
“And such a nice ass it is Tay. Good of you to share it. But don’t spoil my fun of discovery!” joked the researcher.
Rising, Maribree surveyed the captive couple. It made a nice image. “Now what do I want from this?” she mused to herself. “So many possibilities.”
The late afternoon was looking to be more fun then she had expected.
To be continued in World of When Part 13
, but it was still worth it 
