Hello everyone!
Here's my latest story. I've been kicking this idea around for a while now, and finally sat down to knock it out. It's sort of a combination of Barbarella meets Flesh Gordon. Anyone who's seen Barbarella knows about the scene where she's trapped and tortured in the Excessive Machine. You can see that scene here:
https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=J04gTJvynjg
There's a moment early on where Barbarella gives an "OH!" and a kind of breathy laugh, and I've always figured it tickled ever so slightly before really kicking in with the pleasure. So I figured Barbarella was ticklish.
And in Flesh Gordon, there's a scene that has made the rounds here some years back. You can see the movie here and if you skip ahead to the 38 min 27 sec mark there's a scene with a naked woman strapped to a table, and feathers are teasing her body. It starts with her giggling lightly. The scene lasts about two minutes, and you can see her writhing just a bit on the table as the scene proceeds around her. The potential here is HUGE, but doesn't really go much farther as far as tickling goes. Boo.
And then one day I thought what if Barbarella went to the depraved planet Porno, and found herself in a similar predicament? Only sooooo much worse!
So here you have it. this is loosely tied to a couple of other Barbarella stories I wrote where she is captured by Duran Duran and put in a new Exessive Machine, but I've never posted them here because there's no tickling in them. If anyone would like to read them you can find them here and here.
And now, without further ado...
Enjoy!
BARBARELLA: THE FEATHERTRAP
By wingman
THE BEAM
The Earth spun serenely in its orbit, a blue-green marble against the vast black of space. On its surface, the population went about their day as they always did. Earth was the central planet in the Sun System, the alliance of planets that had grown out of the solar system as humanity finally left its cradle and began to explore the stars. After centuries of strife, a culture had finally emerged that had conquered war, disease, poverty, crime, most political conflict, and had embraced peace. And over the centuries that peaceful culture had spread to the other planets in the solar system and beyond, creating an alliance dedicated to the values of peace and love. It was placid, it was serene; it was utopian.
It was mind numbingly dull.
And then came the day that a beam from space changed that culture. A great red beam from somewhere in the depths of the cosmos struck the earth. As the planet rotated, the beam remained fixed in one spot, slowly covering every part of the planet. And wherever the beam touched down, every adult was seized with an irresistible lust. Although some segments of society were no strangers to carnal pleasures, most of the people were unaccustomed to such primitive impulses. For as long as anyone could remember, a couple would use exultation transference pills to achieve a rapport with another, and then only when their psycho-cardiograms were harmonious. Anything else was deemed distracting and harmful to efficiency.
But everyone was distracted now.
As the beam engulfed the populace, the people gave in to those carnal impulses with abandon; for the first time using the bed. Or a table. Or the floor. Or a mag lift. After roughly an hour, the beam would have moved on to another part of the world. 24 hours later, the beam disappeared, leaving an exhausted and very confused planet Earth in its wake.
Barbarella, five star double rated astronavigatrix, watched as the scene unfolded on the video playback. She had been contacted by DeAnthus, the President of Earth and the former premiere of the Sun System. He had relinquished that particular title a year ago, and was nearing the end of his term in office. His successor as premiere, JaFonda, was also on an open channel from her office on Mars.
“Was anyone harmed?” Barbarella asked as the playback ended.
“No. There has been no physical damage left in the wake of the beam,” DeAnthus said.
“However, Barbarella, we are left with much confusion and questions,” added JaFonda. “And we don’t even know where to begin to provide answers.”
“I see,” Barbarella replied. She tapped her lips as she thought. “Is there any information on the beam itself? Where it came from? Any kind of analysis?”
“We do have some sketchy information there,” JaFonda said.
“Data analysis of its trajectory has given us an idea at least of where it came from.”
“Oh?”
“It’s another uncharted region of space, Barbarella. Something of a specialty for you, I understand,”
“Well, I’ve had my share of experiences in the unknown regions of space.”
“One item of interest,” DeAnthus added. “One of the data analysts found an item in the historical records of something like this happening in the late 20th century.”
“Really? What are the details?”
“Very few, I’m afraid. There’s been a lot of data lost over the centuries. But a small data file mentions a strange ray striking Earth and having unusual effects on the populace. And a Dr. Jerkoff was instrumental in investigating the beam, but that’s all the information we could gather; other than the name of the planet the beam reportedly originated on.”
“Is it in our data files?” Barbarella asked?
“I’m afraid not. It was called Porno.”
Hours later, Barbarella’s craft was streaking through space, following the path of the strange beam. The journey took several days. It soon became apparent she was heading for a large solar system several hundred light-years from Earth. The largest planet in the system showed signs of not only life but industry. It may or may not have been the mysterious planet Porno, but it was certainly a good place to start.
She scanned the space around the planet, and found no artificial satellites. Maybe all their technology was on the surface? She looked not for cities per se, but rather for large power sources. Anything that could project such a powerful beam through space would take enormous power. She found such a source on the outskirts of a large city that bordered on a lush jungle. She was preparing to bring Alfie, her spaceship (properly named Alpha 8) into the atmosphere, when she decided to try another approach.
It was true Barbarella had explored more uncharted regions of space than any other astronavigator. Most of them were unwilling to venture too far from the safe confines of the Sun System. But after her first adventure in an unknown regions of space, specifically the Tau Ceti system, Barbarella had modified her thinking. It had been in Tau Ceti that she had been awakened to old-fashioned love making. Awakened was actually something of an understatement. She took to it eagerly like a fish to water. In the space of maybe a day on that mission she had sex with two different men, and had endured an exquisite sexual torture in the diabolical Excessive Machine. She finally learned what orgasms felt like, not just once, but many times. Not only did she discover that sex was quite nice, she discovered she had a talent and liking for it that only grew. And she discovered in the last few years that for some reason, whenever she ventured beyond the Sun System, she found cultures in which sex thrived. So she happily explored these regions of space.
The idea of a sex ray from space had actually struck Barbarella as both funny and intriguing. But what kind of mind would develop a sex ray, then turn it on a planet? The evil scientist Duran Duran might have done just such a thing. He had after all, invented the Excessive Machine. One encounter with that machine four years ago was enough to haunt her dreams and nightmares. It was a device played like an organ, and as the music swelled, so did the pleasure. It was supposed to kill her with pleasure as it reached the crescendo; but Barbarella had managed to take it. Fortunately for her the machine finally burned out. She had then helped in overthrowing him, and he apparently died. Last year, he had turned up alive, luring her to a remote outpost and into an elaborate trap. He captured her, and for two solid months she endured intense stimulation with a new Excessive Machine. It was some of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced; this time rather than kill her he tried to overwhelm her with the pleasure and slowly break her will. To this day she still wasn’t sure how much longer she could have endured. Fortunately again, she managed to escape and defeat him. In a way it had been a good thing that he had been so focused on torturing her; if he had turned his staggering intellect towards actually conquering Earth, she was sure he could have achieved it. But he was gone, a victim of his own Positronic Ray. Nevertheless, this whole situation felt like his work. So she felt it best to prepare accordingly.
Barbarella prepared the standard meds she took when entering unfamiliar environments. These would immunize her against any unfamiliar toxins or germs. They would also protect her from any other unintended consequences of her explorations. Given just how often she had sex in these unfamiliar regions of space, she was rather grateful for that. She also made sure Alfie had a solid lock on her bio-readings.
“Alfie, do you have my bio-pattern on lock?”
“Bio-pattern locked. Tracking all bodily functions. Monitoring vial statistics.”
“Alfie, I’m taking the pod down to the planet. I’ll check in at regular intervals.”
“Confirmed,” replied the ship’s computerized voice. “At what interval shall I intercede?”
Translation, how long should I wait before charging in to the rescue? Barbarella considered this. It was not uncommon for her to get caught up in events and be unable to check in. She didn’t want her ship to come barreling down from orbit for no good reason. Or to spoil some really naughty fun.
“Wait five days from my last check in.”
“Confirmed.”
“I’ll see you soon, Alfie.”
“Confirmed.”
She stepped into a small booth at the back of the cockpit, and slid down a tube into the pod. It was a small craft located on the underside of the Alpha 8, and could function both as a life pod in emergencies, or for excursions that didn’t require the ship. It detached from the ship, and she brought the engines online. Minutes later, the pod was dropping down through the atmosphere, and landed in a small clearing just outside the city she had scanned earlier.
THE EMPEROR
“Sire, a small craft has descended, and is setting down outside the city. Shall we destroy it?”
“Wait.”
“Yes, Degenerate One.”
“Are we sure the main craft is from Earth?”
“Yes, Sire.” The soldier manning the scanners had been tracking Barbarella’s ship since it had entered the solar system. “It matches the trajectory.”
“I wonder if they liked my little present.” The room fell silent. The soldier awaited his orders.
“Shoot it down, and bring me the occupant.”
“At once, Sire.” He opened a channel to the guard captain.
“His Most Diabolical Emperor Wang orders you to bring the craft down and deliver its occupant. Take no further action without his express command!”
“We hear and obey the Degenerate One!” the captain replied.
THE STRANGE SONG
Barbarella had barely avoided crashing the pod. It had been touch and go when the firing started. Her port stabilizer had been damaged, and she had carved a gash in the trees, but she had managed a bumpy landing. Moving quickly, she tried to avoid capture. Obviously she had been observed. Would her unseen assailants be able to track her on the ground? Her best bet she decided was to try and lose any pursuit in the jungle. She had noticed on her descent that there was a small mountain that rose up behind the city. She decided to hide in the foliage until dark, then climb that to get a better vantage point. Before she had left her ship in orbit, she had noted the heat and humidity, so she carried a flask of water with her, and had dressed light. She had donned red boots and a light silvery, strapless tunic that left her shoulders, arms and legs bare, along with a scanner carried in a hip pouch.
Although she heard pursuers, Barbarella managed to stay out of site. Dark had fallen, and the sounds of people trampling through the brush faded. She waited until she had judged it to be somewhere around midnight before venturing forth to cling the mountain, which sloped up gently on this side of the city. After nearly an hour, Barbarella reached the peak. There was an outcropping that gave her a good vantage point of the city. She noticed in the bright moonlight that the top was dotted with large holes. She would need to watch her footing; there were several dozen, and there was a strange whistling coming from them. Perhaps it was the breeze blowing over the top of the mountain. It was captivating. She leaned over one of the holes, but could not see how far down it extended. It made for a strange song on the mountaintop. There were different pitches, some low dull moans, some squeaks. For no reason she could fathom, she found herself getting aroused. Shaking her head to clear it, she headed to the outcropping.
She pulled out her scanner, and started looking for the source of the energy readings she had taken from orbit. Strangely, they didn’t seem to be coming from the city, but from the very ground beneath her feet. She turned to take a closer look at those holes, and saw she was surrounded. There were about thirty men surrounding her. They were dressed in what basically amounted to loincloths with leather straps crossed over their bare chests. Open faced helmets crowned their heads, and they were all pointing odd looking blasters at her. Each blaster had a bulbous emitter nozzle at the head of a long shaft, and at the base were two hemispherical pods on either side of the grip. Had there been fewer of them, she might have actually tried seducing them. But even she couldn’t sexually defeat thirty men. Although she did for a moment entertain the fantasy. But then she dropped her scanner and raised her hands in surrender.
“Sir, couldn’t we just…” one of the guards started to say, but the man at the head of the troupe cut him off.
“Do not question the orders of His Assholiness! We will bring the female to the lab as instructed.”
“Yes sir!” said the young soldier, clearly disappointed. Judging by the bulge in his loincloth, Barbarella could guess why he was disappointed. He stepped forward, keeping his long-shafted weapon trained on her.
“You will accompany us, female!”
Nodding and moving slowly, Barbarella allowed herself to be escorted towards a hidden cleft in the mountain, and then down a long stone passage.
THE FEATHERTRAP
By the time they had reached their destination, Barbarella was thoroughly lost. She had been bewildered by all the twists, turns, intersections, caverns and passages. It seemed that an elaborate system of tunnels had been carved into this mountain, but every so often, in some of the open passages, she saw signs of technology. Naturally, a species that could not only detect her craft but shoot it out of the sky, as well as fire a sex ray beam at far distant Earth would have to have some advanced technology. But she hadn’t expected anything so…subterranean.
Finally, they ushered her into a large room; the walls were, like so much of what she had already seen, hewn from rock. But this room had been carved into an octagonal shape, the walls lined with computer equipment. What looked like a control console was sitting opposite the door, and in the center of the room was a large circular table. It was bare, smooth, and silvery. There were now only half a dozen men in the room with her, still training their weapons on her.
“Put the woman on the table. Prepare her for the treatment. You will be allowed to observe.” The reedy voice piped in over hidden speakers. Wherever she was, she was obviously being watched. The guards backed her to the table. With no alternative, Barbarella climbed onto the table. The guards grabbed her wrists and ankles and pulled her down onto the table, pulling her into a spread-eagle position. Despite appearances, the surface was rather warm and had a slight give to its surface. It wasn’t rigid, but slightly springy. One of the guards removed her boots.
“What is your name, woman?” asked the reedy voice. As it did, one of the guards reached onto the side of the table and toggled a switch. The silver beneath her shifted; the substance of the table flowed over her wrists and palms, leaving only her fingers exposed. It also flowed over her ankles. Now she was trapped.
“What is this? I demand to know what you are doing!” Barbarella defiantly responded. Her eyes widened as more of the table flowed beside her. Silvery objects rose and morphed into what looked like very sharp knives.
“You will answer the questions, woman! What is your name?”
“M-my name is Barbarella. I’m a representative of Earth.” The knives now touched her hips and started sliding up. The blades were single edged; the tips slid beneath her tunic and as they moved up, they neatly slides the sides of her tunic open. Barbarella let out a small gasp as her suit was cut open.
“What is your purpose here?”
“I…I’m investigating a mysterious ray that struck my home planet several days ago.” She blushed slightly as the knives finished their work and the guards pulled her tunic away, leaving her completely nude. What were they going to do to her?
The door to the chamber opened, and a sinister figure strode into the room. He was dressed in flowing black robes, with an elaborate black headdress perched on his head like some strange crown. His hair was black, long. His beard and moustache were neatly trimmed, but also long, their pointed tips flowing down his robes. His black eyes were deep set. His skin was pale, as though he didn’t see much sun. All of the guards bent down onto one knee.
“All Hail Emperor Wang XLIII the Degenerate!” they cried in unison. Wang cast a long look over Barbarella’s body.
“Welcome to the planet Porno, Barbarella of Earth. I cannot tell you how rewarding it is to finally meet you.”
“Finally…?” This confused Barbarella. How could this strange man in an unexplored part of space have ever heard of her?
“The legend of Earth and its great heroine Barbarella have passed down my family, the ruling family of Porno, for generations.” As he spoke, another man entered the room, seating himself before the control console.
“But how is that possible?”
“That need not concern you. All you need to concern yourself with is…how you shall torture yourself.” Wang nodded to the controller, and she felt the table beneath her shift again.
“OHH!” Barbarella gasped as something pressed against her exposed pussy. She couldn’t see it since the table also shifted beneath her back, arching it slightly. It buzzed gently, and felt wonderful.
“Mmmmmm…” she purred, and her hips began to shift, searching out more pleasure.
“However, I shall tell you, beauteous one, as we prepare your torture.” He kept saying torture, but if this was what he had in mind, Barbarella was going to thoroughly enjoy this.
“My distant ancestor, Wang I, decided to use the first Sex Ray to wage war on the universe, starting with your planet. He was thwarted.”
Barbarella’s eyes were closed. The feeling was spreading steadily out from her groin. She could feel her nipples growing hard. It was hard to concentrate on what he said. Sex Ray, something about the first Wang…
“And then, he appeared. The Scientist. He showed us new levels of perversion, and a new way to use the Sex Ray. And he predicted that you would come one day.”
Come, yes, she certainly wanted to come. A few more minutes, and she was certain she would cum.
“All he asked was that we torture you appropriately.” The table was shifting around her. The tip of the vibrator was slowly circling her clitoris, and she could feel a climax building.
“His name was Duran Duran.”
That cut right through the pleasure. Her thoughts snapped into focus, her eyes flew open.
“What?”
And then it happened.
“WHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!” With no warning Barbarella was assaulted with intense tickling. The substance of the table had morphed again while she was distracted by the vibration on her pussy (a vibration that had not stopped). Silvery hands hovered next to her underarms and her feet, the fingers tipped with what looked like feathers. But no feathers ever felt like this. They glowed a faint blue, and Barbarella could almost feel the discharge of a kind of electricity. This was familiar. Duran Duran had used similar energy charges in his Excessive Machine. These static charges could fire up nerve endings with incredible precision, causing excruciating pain or exquisite pleasure.
Or unbearable tickling.
“EEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEEEEEK!”
The feathers skittered over her soles, along her arches, and in her underarms. Barbarella squealed and shrieked, wriggling under the onslaught. The table had wrapped more restraints over her elbows and her knees and her mid torso a few inches beneath her breasts. With her body locked and back arched she could do little more than jiggle her breasts as she tried in vain to twist away.
“PLEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEEEE! STAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAP!”
Wang didn’t say anything else. Barbarella’s skin flushed. More hands rose up from the table. Small tendrils morphed out of the restraints over her ankles, wrapping around her toes and pulling them back to fully expose her soles. One of the feathery fingers started teasing her toes as the others skittered over her soles.
“NOOOO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO! TOO MUCH! IT’S TOO MUCH!”
At that, the tickling ceased. Barbarella gasped for breath, trying to toss her strawberry-blonde hair out of her eyes. A hand reached down and brushed her hair back. Wang was looking at her with a satisfied expression.
“Continue,” he commanded.
“N-no! N-NOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!” The buzzing against her pussy resumed, and after the tickling she found her pussy more sensitive. She clenched her hands as the pleasure started building again.
Barbarella writhed against the pleasure, and at the control console, the controller continued sketching her torture. His controls allowed him to manipulate the table, and he was cataloguing her reactions. Designing the substance of the table into a design of pure torment. The pleasure was waxing, and Barbarella was starting to approach orgasm. The controller activated another set of the feather-tipped fingers.
The table beneath her rose a bit more, thrusting her breasts out, hard pink nipples jutting forward, inviting attention. She was held fast against the table, pulled taut. The finger lowered to her breasts, and Barbarella gasped as she realized she could not escape.
“OHHH GOODNESS! OHH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO!” Feathers now stroked around her breasts, teasing and tickling. Feather tips teased around and across her nipples, and Barbarella whimpered in surprise.
“Oooohhhhh-ooooooooo! T-t-ticklessssssss!” Another set lowered, and feathery fingers teased her mound, her inner thighs.
“OOOOOHHHHHHHH! M-MERCY! P-PLEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEASE!” But there was no mercy in her tormentors. Barbarella pulled and strained, she tried to shake her breasts away, but was helpless. The feathers teased and tickled her tits and she could not resist. The skittering between her legs was both delicious and unbearable, but she could not escape, could not draw her legs together.
“<SHRIEK> NO! NOT THERE! NAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” A feather teased the edge of her pussy, caressed the pink petals lightly, and the static charges were a torment like no other she had experienced before. Last year, during her captivity at the hands of Duran Duran, she has endured countless hours in the Excessive Machine, as well as torment with several other diabolical devices. Several of them tickled, and he tickled her often, but always returned to the sexual pleasure he was determined to break her with. But he had not ventured beyond tickling her feet or ribs or underarms. That her breasts, her nipples, her pussy could be tickled, that it would be unbearable, exquisite, irresistible, was a revelation. This device went beyond the relentless design that Duran Duran favored. Wang had added the depraved, deeper perversions that had been a part of the rule of Porno for generations. Duran Duran knew how to torture. Wang knew how to make you love it.
Barbarella’s body was shining. Beads of perspiration were running down her breasts. Her pussy was glistening, wet with arousal. She was wriggling and giggling, whimpering, overwhelmed with tickling and arousal. She tried to swivel her hips, but could do little more than rock them slightly. She both wanted this to stop, and wanted it to continue. Moans escaped among the giggles. Her breasts were swelling with arousal. The feathers mercilessly teased her nipples; she hadn’t been prepared for how ticklish they could be. They felt swollen, almost itching to be squeezed, to be sucked. Her poor pussy was quivering under the feathers. Light swipes over a swollen clit made Barbarella shriek through the laughter and moans. Even the vibrator, which had morphed to a fine point, tickled as it circled her pussy along with the feathers. She lost count of the minutes, how long her body had been subjected to this torment.
“Cease.” Wang commanded. She had forgotten there were other people in the room. Barbarella was panting, groaning. The last break had been almost welcome, a break from the first tickling onslaught. This break was its own kind of torture. She was at once glad that it had stopped, yet desperate for it to continue. It gave her the chance to really feel how on edge she was. She was shaking, the muscles in her abdomen clenching. She wanted to cum more than she had ever wanted anything before. She’d do anything she realized. She’d even let every one of those guards have their way with her until they were each spent and satisfied, if only they would let her orgasm.
“Do you want relief, Earth girl?” Barbarella merely nodded. She couldn’t talk just yet; she was still struggling to control her breathing. Wang smiled; a smile devoid of any mirth or amusement. It was a depraved, evil smile. Barbarella shuddered, horny, desperate, willing to endure anything if it would bring an orgasm. Wang nodded at the controller.
The table shifted again. Barbarella’s upper body remained as it was, but her legs shifted. Her legs were raised and spread wider, her knees bent slightly. A spreader bar connecting her ankles formed, and this connected to the vibrating phallus resting between her legs. The dildo moved closer, and the head penetrated her labia, slipping maybe an inch into her slick passage. The backs of her thighs and her buttocks were now exposed as well.
“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” Wang was pleased to hear the heat mixed with a slight bit of panic in her voice.
“It is what you are going to do to yourself, Earth girl.” He nodded at the controller. The table rippled, and tiny feathers appeared and lightly skittered along her sides. Barbarella bit her lower lip and tried to stifle the giggles this produced. The touch was very light; it could easily tickle much worse she knew. Another nod brought a new sensation. The dildo nestled just inside her pussy started to vibrate. It was low, but it caught her by surprise.
“Hmmmm-m-m-maaaahhhh!” It wasn’t enough to make her cum, but it was enough to make her ache for it to penetrate her further. Then she felt something like fingers settle just inside her hips, as if someone were prodding her hips from behind. They poked slightly, and found two very sensitive spots just inside her hips, where thigh met abdomen. Not only did this tickle, but it helped keep her hips in place.
“Now then my dear, you get to decide.”
“D-d-HHhhhnnnnn! D-decide wh-wh-whaaa-haaaa-haaaaaaa!” The light tickles skittering along her sides along with the vibration in her pussy kept her shaking, barely able to talk. It was only with supreme concentration that she was able to focus on what Emperor Wang was saying. And every time she shifted her hips, the fingers prodded them. Helpless, enduring light torturous tickles and vibrations, not fully laughing, unable to cum. How could there be a worse torture?
“The dildo is now locked to your legs. All you need to do is raise them slightly, and it will fill you.” Heavy lidded blue eyes locked with Wang’s pitiless, beady black eyes. Was he telling the truth?
“Go ahead, Barbarella. Try it.” So she did, pulling her legs back a bit. As she did, the dildo sank into her throbbing passage, thick, buzzing, incredible.
“Aaaaahhhh HAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” The phallus buried itself in her, morphing slightly as it did. She felt the tip grow bulbous, felt it thicken and lengthen slightly. She pulled her legs back until they simply stopped, only a few inches but enough to pull the dildo into her. The buzzing of the tip passed over her g-spot, and very nearly launched her straining body into climax. So close, she was so close! If the vibration against her g-spot would last just a second longer! But the buzzing faded as the tickling of her ribs intensified slightly, ruining the orgasm, leaving her yearning. Yearning, she had never really appreciated just what that meant until now. She tried pushing the dildo out, hoping that with sheer friction she could finally climax, but the table had locked her legs in place again. The fingers on her hips started digging in, the feathers hovering near her underarms began stroking her again; the feathers over her breasts began drawing their length along either side of her nipples. Peals of laughter spilled from Barbarella’s lips.
“OH PLEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEASE!”
Another gesture from Wang, and the tickling eased back again.
“Oh not just yet, Earth girl. That’s just the beginning. Now push your legs down.” It was not a request, but a command. Barbarella’s head was spinning. She was shivering, burning with need.
“OOOOHHHHHHHHH!” She pushed her legs down, and the dildo slid out, but the tip remained inside her. She couldn’t push it out completely. Was that what he wanted? For her to pump her legs to move the dildo?
“The vibrations will resume, Barbarella. All you have to do is leave it inside you.” She hesitated. There was a catch, there had to be. Wang smiled at the uncertainty he saw in her eyes, mixed with a burning need, a powerful lust.
“Go ahead, my dear. Take it inside you, I promise the vibrations will continue.” At his word, she felt the tip buzz in her pussy again. Gasping, she pulled her legs back, desperate to be filled again. The dildo slid in, now grown as thick and long as she wanted, filling her perfectly. The vibration continued along the length of the shaft, and it slid over her g-spot. Her eyes rolled back, her hips tensed, she started shaking. Oh so close, just a second more….
“NAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! STAAAAAAAP!” With no warning, the feathers teasing her sides started tickling her ribs in earnest. The feathers tickled her underarms, and around her jiggling breasts. Added to this, feathers started skittering over her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Squealing, Barbarella bucked her hips, only to have the fingers hold them down and prod them mercilessly. Worst of all, just as she was processing all this, she felt a light teasing of her ass, a feather lightly caressing the folds of her puckered anus.
“N-N-NAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!”
The static charges in the tips of the feathers strobed almost unseen across her skin. They fired the nerves with excruciating precision. There was no escape. She felt each stroke, each caress, and each skittering teasing feather with piercing clarity. Through it all, it was true, the dildo didn’t stop vibrating, the entire shaft buzzing, snug against her throbbing walls, pressed right against her sweet spot. But all the tickling kept her from cumming. It was maddening, torturous, unbearable. She begged, pleaded for the tickling to stop, but her cries, barely intelligible, fell on deaf ears. Barbarella strained and thrashed, trapped by the table, tortured by feather and phallus, squealing and screaming, her body flushed, sweating, helpless. Another feather started lightly tracing across her perineum, the tender skin between her pussy and anus.
“PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! NO MOOOOOOORE!”
“Oh, dear, is this too much for you, Barbarella? Is it too intense? The vibrations did continue, as I promised.” Wang was clearly enjoying her predicament. She couldn’t respond, could barely breathe. She could only squeal and shriek.
“Well, if you need a break, simply push the dildo back out. This tickling will cease as well.” Through the haze of her laughter, Barbarella registered this and pushed. As promised, the dildo slid out, the tip remaining inside her, the vibration gone. The feathers also pulled back from her ass, her underarms and sides. She gulped down air as for a blessed moment the torture ceased.
But only for a moment. Then it started again.
“W-W-AAAIT! YOU PROMISED! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“You’ll note very carefully, Barbarella, I said this tickling will cease. Not that tickling.” Wang said idly as he circled the table, enjoying the sight of her heaving, glistening, sweating, flushed body. The feathers attacked different areas this time. Light strokes teased her soles, her arches and her toes. Her toes were still pulled back, and try as she might, she couldn’t pull her feet away. More feathers closed over her breasts, and the tickling of her nipples resumed, light swipes teasing around and across them. The tip of the dildo was still nestled in her dripping pussy, buzzing very slightly, angling down so the next torment would have a clear field. A smaller bundle of feathers was lowering down towards her pussy. As it did, two small appendages extended from the mass of tiny feathers, and gently pulled back the swollen hood covering her clitoris. With her back arched as it was and her arms locked down, Barbarella couldn’t raise her head far enough to look, but she felt something touch her down there, and a jolt of dread, anticipation, fear and desire shot through her.
“NO! NO PLEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! NOT THERE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING! NOT THERE! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!” But her pleas fell on pitiless ears. The tiny feathers lowered, making two circles with their faint blue tips. The tighter circle began spinning slowly, the tips and edges caressing the shaft and base of her throbbing pink bud.
“NOOOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HHHHOOOOOAAAAHHHHH!”
It was like an explosion. And there was more. In the middle of the circle another tiny feather descended, the tip waving back and forth, lightly flicking the top of her clit. Barbarella tensed in her restraints, her laughter becoming grunts and groans. Finally, the last circle of feather tips descended, this one spinning in the opposite direction. The tips skittered around, teasing outside her clit, over the hood, down the sides of her swollen labia. How was it going around the dildo still buzzing inside her?
Barbarella whimpered, pulling desperately against her leg restraints, trying hopelessly to close her legs. She had never experienced such concentrated sensation before, especially on her most erogenous areas. This torture was different, the tickling concentrating on different areas, but it was just as intense, just as torturous. She jerked and bucked her hips helplessly, trying vainly to escape the clit tickling. The feather tips teased and tickled her pink pearl relentlessly. The static charges in the feathers guaranteed she felt every stroke, every tease, on her clit, on her feet, and on her nipples. Barbarella squealed and tossed her strawberry blonde hair, tears streamed down her cheeks, sweat beaded all over her body, her groin was coated with her honey. She had stopped begging. She could no longer form words.
Wang gestured at the controller. Truly he was an artist. He was stimulating this beautiful Earth girl perfectly. The controller dialed the intensity of all the feathers back. The torturous, merciless tickling eased. It didn’t stop, but she stopped pulling. She didn’t stop shaking.
“And this is your torture, Barbarella. You decide. Pull your legs back, and the dildo will fill you. But you will be tickled mercilessly.” He nodded at the controller, who manipulated his controls. The table pulled her legs back, the dildo sank deep into her. The tickling of her feet, nipples, and clit stopped, but as the shaft sank into her, the tickling of her sides, underarms, thighs and ass began. A few seconds for everything to settle into place, and the feathers started in on her anus and perineum. Not as intense before, but enough to keep her shuddering, teetering on the edge of the torture.
“If you really want to climax, Barbarella, I’d try to keep that dildo inside you. But if you need relief, push it out…” his voice trailed away as the table shifted her legs again, sliding the buzzing phallus out. The feathers shifted again, her feet, breasts and clit now coming under assault.
“…and you will be tickled mercilessly!”
Barbarella was groaning. No matter what she did, she was being tortured. She was so close to orgasm. If the tickling would stop for just a few seconds, she could cum, but she knew now that wasn’t going to happen. She might finally cum if she kept the dildo inside her, but the tickling was unbearable. It kept her from cumming, even as the buzzing drove her wild with ecstasy. She had no idea how long it would take to finally climax, but she wasn’t sure she could stand it. But pushing it back to gain from relief from the tickling merely exposed her to more tickling, perhaps even more torturous as it focused so much on her clit. And how long could she stand that? And when would it all end? Struggling with all her will, she managed to focus through the sensations.
“Wh-wh-why…are y-y-yooooooou d-doing this?” Her breath kept catching as the feathers kept skittering lightly over her body. “Wh-whaaaahhhh-aat d-do you w-want?”
“Want?” Wang leaned in. “My dear, we merely want to torture you. Welcome to Porno!” And with that the feathers were dialed up.
“eeeeeEEEEEEEE-EEEAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
The machine roared back to life, the intensity of the tickling feathers increased. If anything, if felt as if it was even more intense. How much worse could it get? Barbarella wriggled under the assault on her feet, nipples, and especially her clit. She screamed and thrashed as tiny feathers stroked and swiped her clit. She couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled her legs back, and had a couple of seconds of relief as the feathers pulled away. She tried to stop midway, maybe she could keep them all at bay, but the other feathers rose into place, and while they allowed her to choose when she pulled back or pushed away, it was all or nothing. The dildo sank in easily, vibrating harder than before. Pleasure surged through her, but the feathers fired up, rippling waves of tickling skittering along her sides, stroking her underarms. Silvery fingers prodded her hips even as they held her fast. And then the feathers started sketching along her thighs, her buttocks. And finally her ass.
“GNNNNN-AAAAAHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAHHNNNNN!”
Barbarella tried grinding against the phallus buzzing away inside her, hoping if she pressed it against her sweet spot, she could finally drown out the tickling, finally climax. But the fingers prodding her hips kept her hips wriggling. She wriggled and writhed, enduring the tickle torture in a desperate bid for release. A release that would not come. Any time she started to get close, the controller somehow knew, and the tickling would intensify, the orgasm was denied, the torture worse. No relief, the strange energy that made the feathers such evil, such wicked unbearable, irresistible instruments of torture kept the sensations fresh, maybe even making her more sensitive. There was pleasure, the dildo was perfect; just the perfect thickness and length. Its buzzing was maddening. Then, something new; it started thrusting. She gasped and shrieked in surprise, in delight. A thick, thrusting vibrator stroking her in just the right spot.
“YEEESSSSS! OHHHHH YESSSSSSSS! PLEEEEEEASE!”
This was it! The pleasure, oh the pleasure! It was overwhelming, and she could feel all the tension that had built up inside her mounting. She was almost there; teetering on the edge. And then the feathers intensified, the tickling now overwhelming even the thrusting of that perfect dildo. Barbarella grunted, giggled, whimpered in frustration. The tickling was unbearable, she couldn’t take anymore. She had to make it stop. She pushed.
The dildo slid back, that delicious pleasure fading, but the merciless tickling eased. Then the other feathers kicked in, and she was shrieking in laugher again as her feet, nipples, and especially her clit came under renewed fire. The controller kept dialing the intensity up, then back a bit, then up again. Two steps forward, one step back, two steps forward. Her head was swimming, she lost all track of time; she was losing all sense of self. Feathers teased helpless soles, tender arches, throbbing nipples, aching clitoris. She endured this tickling for as long as she could, it had to have been an eternity, before pulling her legs back. The dildo sank back in, thrusting, as the feathers shifted. Tickles rippled along her ribs, skittered in her underarms, teased her ass, tickled her anus.
Again and again Barbarella shifted the torture, holding out as long as she could, finally giving in, and subjecting herself to the other torture of the feathers. She skated close to orgasm countless times, only for the feathers to come skittering in and ruin it. The static charges not only kept her sensitized, they also kept her going somehow. Every time she though sheer exhaustion would win out, the intensity would increase, and she would squeal and wriggle desperately, her body reacting to the unbearable sensations assaulting her.
In one of the darker corners, Wang watched Barbarella struggle and suffer. His own cock was throbbing, yearning for the Earth girl. But not yet. Her stamina was impressive. She was still conscious, still struggling. He wanted to see just how much she could take. He hadn’t yet decided if he would take her alone, or share her with his guard. But he knew he wanted her long denied orgasm for himself. He would make sure that she did not climax until he was ready for her. And there were still the tunnels. She would make an excellent addition to what was in the tunnels under the mountain.
Barbarella shrieked and squealed, begging and pleading, her body helpless and writhing, lost in an unbearable ecstasy. It was music to Wang’s ears.
High in orbit, the Alpha 8 waited. It monitored Barbarella’s vital signs. It noted her increased heart rate, the flood of hormones in her body, the extraordinary levels of arousal, the signs of extreme sensory overload. She was in no immediate physical danger. Based on past experiences, Alfie determined that Barbarella was enjoying herself. No action was required at the present time. Barbarella had ordered Alfie to wait 5 days before intervening. Five days from her last check in. 120 hours. Barbarella had checked in just before she was captured. Since then, only three hours had passed. Just under one hundred seventeen hours to go.
Alpha 8 waited, steadily counting down.
116: 48: 20
116: 48: 19
116: 48: 18
116: 48: 17
116: 48: 16…
THE END (?)
Here's my latest story. I've been kicking this idea around for a while now, and finally sat down to knock it out. It's sort of a combination of Barbarella meets Flesh Gordon. Anyone who's seen Barbarella knows about the scene where she's trapped and tortured in the Excessive Machine. You can see that scene here:
https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=J04gTJvynjg
There's a moment early on where Barbarella gives an "OH!" and a kind of breathy laugh, and I've always figured it tickled ever so slightly before really kicking in with the pleasure. So I figured Barbarella was ticklish.
And in Flesh Gordon, there's a scene that has made the rounds here some years back. You can see the movie here and if you skip ahead to the 38 min 27 sec mark there's a scene with a naked woman strapped to a table, and feathers are teasing her body. It starts with her giggling lightly. The scene lasts about two minutes, and you can see her writhing just a bit on the table as the scene proceeds around her. The potential here is HUGE, but doesn't really go much farther as far as tickling goes. Boo.
And then one day I thought what if Barbarella went to the depraved planet Porno, and found herself in a similar predicament? Only sooooo much worse!
So here you have it. this is loosely tied to a couple of other Barbarella stories I wrote where she is captured by Duran Duran and put in a new Exessive Machine, but I've never posted them here because there's no tickling in them. If anyone would like to read them you can find them here and here.
And now, without further ado...
Enjoy!
BARBARELLA: THE FEATHERTRAP
By wingman
THE BEAM
The Earth spun serenely in its orbit, a blue-green marble against the vast black of space. On its surface, the population went about their day as they always did. Earth was the central planet in the Sun System, the alliance of planets that had grown out of the solar system as humanity finally left its cradle and began to explore the stars. After centuries of strife, a culture had finally emerged that had conquered war, disease, poverty, crime, most political conflict, and had embraced peace. And over the centuries that peaceful culture had spread to the other planets in the solar system and beyond, creating an alliance dedicated to the values of peace and love. It was placid, it was serene; it was utopian.
It was mind numbingly dull.
And then came the day that a beam from space changed that culture. A great red beam from somewhere in the depths of the cosmos struck the earth. As the planet rotated, the beam remained fixed in one spot, slowly covering every part of the planet. And wherever the beam touched down, every adult was seized with an irresistible lust. Although some segments of society were no strangers to carnal pleasures, most of the people were unaccustomed to such primitive impulses. For as long as anyone could remember, a couple would use exultation transference pills to achieve a rapport with another, and then only when their psycho-cardiograms were harmonious. Anything else was deemed distracting and harmful to efficiency.
But everyone was distracted now.
As the beam engulfed the populace, the people gave in to those carnal impulses with abandon; for the first time using the bed. Or a table. Or the floor. Or a mag lift. After roughly an hour, the beam would have moved on to another part of the world. 24 hours later, the beam disappeared, leaving an exhausted and very confused planet Earth in its wake.
Barbarella, five star double rated astronavigatrix, watched as the scene unfolded on the video playback. She had been contacted by DeAnthus, the President of Earth and the former premiere of the Sun System. He had relinquished that particular title a year ago, and was nearing the end of his term in office. His successor as premiere, JaFonda, was also on an open channel from her office on Mars.
“Was anyone harmed?” Barbarella asked as the playback ended.
“No. There has been no physical damage left in the wake of the beam,” DeAnthus said.
“However, Barbarella, we are left with much confusion and questions,” added JaFonda. “And we don’t even know where to begin to provide answers.”
“I see,” Barbarella replied. She tapped her lips as she thought. “Is there any information on the beam itself? Where it came from? Any kind of analysis?”
“We do have some sketchy information there,” JaFonda said.
“Data analysis of its trajectory has given us an idea at least of where it came from.”
“Oh?”
“It’s another uncharted region of space, Barbarella. Something of a specialty for you, I understand,”
“Well, I’ve had my share of experiences in the unknown regions of space.”
“One item of interest,” DeAnthus added. “One of the data analysts found an item in the historical records of something like this happening in the late 20th century.”
“Really? What are the details?”
“Very few, I’m afraid. There’s been a lot of data lost over the centuries. But a small data file mentions a strange ray striking Earth and having unusual effects on the populace. And a Dr. Jerkoff was instrumental in investigating the beam, but that’s all the information we could gather; other than the name of the planet the beam reportedly originated on.”
“Is it in our data files?” Barbarella asked?
“I’m afraid not. It was called Porno.”
Hours later, Barbarella’s craft was streaking through space, following the path of the strange beam. The journey took several days. It soon became apparent she was heading for a large solar system several hundred light-years from Earth. The largest planet in the system showed signs of not only life but industry. It may or may not have been the mysterious planet Porno, but it was certainly a good place to start.
She scanned the space around the planet, and found no artificial satellites. Maybe all their technology was on the surface? She looked not for cities per se, but rather for large power sources. Anything that could project such a powerful beam through space would take enormous power. She found such a source on the outskirts of a large city that bordered on a lush jungle. She was preparing to bring Alfie, her spaceship (properly named Alpha 8) into the atmosphere, when she decided to try another approach.
It was true Barbarella had explored more uncharted regions of space than any other astronavigator. Most of them were unwilling to venture too far from the safe confines of the Sun System. But after her first adventure in an unknown regions of space, specifically the Tau Ceti system, Barbarella had modified her thinking. It had been in Tau Ceti that she had been awakened to old-fashioned love making. Awakened was actually something of an understatement. She took to it eagerly like a fish to water. In the space of maybe a day on that mission she had sex with two different men, and had endured an exquisite sexual torture in the diabolical Excessive Machine. She finally learned what orgasms felt like, not just once, but many times. Not only did she discover that sex was quite nice, she discovered she had a talent and liking for it that only grew. And she discovered in the last few years that for some reason, whenever she ventured beyond the Sun System, she found cultures in which sex thrived. So she happily explored these regions of space.
The idea of a sex ray from space had actually struck Barbarella as both funny and intriguing. But what kind of mind would develop a sex ray, then turn it on a planet? The evil scientist Duran Duran might have done just such a thing. He had after all, invented the Excessive Machine. One encounter with that machine four years ago was enough to haunt her dreams and nightmares. It was a device played like an organ, and as the music swelled, so did the pleasure. It was supposed to kill her with pleasure as it reached the crescendo; but Barbarella had managed to take it. Fortunately for her the machine finally burned out. She had then helped in overthrowing him, and he apparently died. Last year, he had turned up alive, luring her to a remote outpost and into an elaborate trap. He captured her, and for two solid months she endured intense stimulation with a new Excessive Machine. It was some of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced; this time rather than kill her he tried to overwhelm her with the pleasure and slowly break her will. To this day she still wasn’t sure how much longer she could have endured. Fortunately again, she managed to escape and defeat him. In a way it had been a good thing that he had been so focused on torturing her; if he had turned his staggering intellect towards actually conquering Earth, she was sure he could have achieved it. But he was gone, a victim of his own Positronic Ray. Nevertheless, this whole situation felt like his work. So she felt it best to prepare accordingly.
Barbarella prepared the standard meds she took when entering unfamiliar environments. These would immunize her against any unfamiliar toxins or germs. They would also protect her from any other unintended consequences of her explorations. Given just how often she had sex in these unfamiliar regions of space, she was rather grateful for that. She also made sure Alfie had a solid lock on her bio-readings.
“Alfie, do you have my bio-pattern on lock?”
“Bio-pattern locked. Tracking all bodily functions. Monitoring vial statistics.”
“Alfie, I’m taking the pod down to the planet. I’ll check in at regular intervals.”
“Confirmed,” replied the ship’s computerized voice. “At what interval shall I intercede?”
Translation, how long should I wait before charging in to the rescue? Barbarella considered this. It was not uncommon for her to get caught up in events and be unable to check in. She didn’t want her ship to come barreling down from orbit for no good reason. Or to spoil some really naughty fun.
“Wait five days from my last check in.”
“Confirmed.”
“I’ll see you soon, Alfie.”
“Confirmed.”
She stepped into a small booth at the back of the cockpit, and slid down a tube into the pod. It was a small craft located on the underside of the Alpha 8, and could function both as a life pod in emergencies, or for excursions that didn’t require the ship. It detached from the ship, and she brought the engines online. Minutes later, the pod was dropping down through the atmosphere, and landed in a small clearing just outside the city she had scanned earlier.
THE EMPEROR
“Sire, a small craft has descended, and is setting down outside the city. Shall we destroy it?”
“Wait.”
“Yes, Degenerate One.”
“Are we sure the main craft is from Earth?”
“Yes, Sire.” The soldier manning the scanners had been tracking Barbarella’s ship since it had entered the solar system. “It matches the trajectory.”
“I wonder if they liked my little present.” The room fell silent. The soldier awaited his orders.
“Shoot it down, and bring me the occupant.”
“At once, Sire.” He opened a channel to the guard captain.
“His Most Diabolical Emperor Wang orders you to bring the craft down and deliver its occupant. Take no further action without his express command!”
“We hear and obey the Degenerate One!” the captain replied.
THE STRANGE SONG
Barbarella had barely avoided crashing the pod. It had been touch and go when the firing started. Her port stabilizer had been damaged, and she had carved a gash in the trees, but she had managed a bumpy landing. Moving quickly, she tried to avoid capture. Obviously she had been observed. Would her unseen assailants be able to track her on the ground? Her best bet she decided was to try and lose any pursuit in the jungle. She had noticed on her descent that there was a small mountain that rose up behind the city. She decided to hide in the foliage until dark, then climb that to get a better vantage point. Before she had left her ship in orbit, she had noted the heat and humidity, so she carried a flask of water with her, and had dressed light. She had donned red boots and a light silvery, strapless tunic that left her shoulders, arms and legs bare, along with a scanner carried in a hip pouch.
Although she heard pursuers, Barbarella managed to stay out of site. Dark had fallen, and the sounds of people trampling through the brush faded. She waited until she had judged it to be somewhere around midnight before venturing forth to cling the mountain, which sloped up gently on this side of the city. After nearly an hour, Barbarella reached the peak. There was an outcropping that gave her a good vantage point of the city. She noticed in the bright moonlight that the top was dotted with large holes. She would need to watch her footing; there were several dozen, and there was a strange whistling coming from them. Perhaps it was the breeze blowing over the top of the mountain. It was captivating. She leaned over one of the holes, but could not see how far down it extended. It made for a strange song on the mountaintop. There were different pitches, some low dull moans, some squeaks. For no reason she could fathom, she found herself getting aroused. Shaking her head to clear it, she headed to the outcropping.
She pulled out her scanner, and started looking for the source of the energy readings she had taken from orbit. Strangely, they didn’t seem to be coming from the city, but from the very ground beneath her feet. She turned to take a closer look at those holes, and saw she was surrounded. There were about thirty men surrounding her. They were dressed in what basically amounted to loincloths with leather straps crossed over their bare chests. Open faced helmets crowned their heads, and they were all pointing odd looking blasters at her. Each blaster had a bulbous emitter nozzle at the head of a long shaft, and at the base were two hemispherical pods on either side of the grip. Had there been fewer of them, she might have actually tried seducing them. But even she couldn’t sexually defeat thirty men. Although she did for a moment entertain the fantasy. But then she dropped her scanner and raised her hands in surrender.
“Sir, couldn’t we just…” one of the guards started to say, but the man at the head of the troupe cut him off.
“Do not question the orders of His Assholiness! We will bring the female to the lab as instructed.”
“Yes sir!” said the young soldier, clearly disappointed. Judging by the bulge in his loincloth, Barbarella could guess why he was disappointed. He stepped forward, keeping his long-shafted weapon trained on her.
“You will accompany us, female!”
Nodding and moving slowly, Barbarella allowed herself to be escorted towards a hidden cleft in the mountain, and then down a long stone passage.
THE FEATHERTRAP
By the time they had reached their destination, Barbarella was thoroughly lost. She had been bewildered by all the twists, turns, intersections, caverns and passages. It seemed that an elaborate system of tunnels had been carved into this mountain, but every so often, in some of the open passages, she saw signs of technology. Naturally, a species that could not only detect her craft but shoot it out of the sky, as well as fire a sex ray beam at far distant Earth would have to have some advanced technology. But she hadn’t expected anything so…subterranean.
Finally, they ushered her into a large room; the walls were, like so much of what she had already seen, hewn from rock. But this room had been carved into an octagonal shape, the walls lined with computer equipment. What looked like a control console was sitting opposite the door, and in the center of the room was a large circular table. It was bare, smooth, and silvery. There were now only half a dozen men in the room with her, still training their weapons on her.
“Put the woman on the table. Prepare her for the treatment. You will be allowed to observe.” The reedy voice piped in over hidden speakers. Wherever she was, she was obviously being watched. The guards backed her to the table. With no alternative, Barbarella climbed onto the table. The guards grabbed her wrists and ankles and pulled her down onto the table, pulling her into a spread-eagle position. Despite appearances, the surface was rather warm and had a slight give to its surface. It wasn’t rigid, but slightly springy. One of the guards removed her boots.
“What is your name, woman?” asked the reedy voice. As it did, one of the guards reached onto the side of the table and toggled a switch. The silver beneath her shifted; the substance of the table flowed over her wrists and palms, leaving only her fingers exposed. It also flowed over her ankles. Now she was trapped.
“What is this? I demand to know what you are doing!” Barbarella defiantly responded. Her eyes widened as more of the table flowed beside her. Silvery objects rose and morphed into what looked like very sharp knives.
“You will answer the questions, woman! What is your name?”
“M-my name is Barbarella. I’m a representative of Earth.” The knives now touched her hips and started sliding up. The blades were single edged; the tips slid beneath her tunic and as they moved up, they neatly slides the sides of her tunic open. Barbarella let out a small gasp as her suit was cut open.
“What is your purpose here?”
“I…I’m investigating a mysterious ray that struck my home planet several days ago.” She blushed slightly as the knives finished their work and the guards pulled her tunic away, leaving her completely nude. What were they going to do to her?
The door to the chamber opened, and a sinister figure strode into the room. He was dressed in flowing black robes, with an elaborate black headdress perched on his head like some strange crown. His hair was black, long. His beard and moustache were neatly trimmed, but also long, their pointed tips flowing down his robes. His black eyes were deep set. His skin was pale, as though he didn’t see much sun. All of the guards bent down onto one knee.
“All Hail Emperor Wang XLIII the Degenerate!” they cried in unison. Wang cast a long look over Barbarella’s body.
“Welcome to the planet Porno, Barbarella of Earth. I cannot tell you how rewarding it is to finally meet you.”
“Finally…?” This confused Barbarella. How could this strange man in an unexplored part of space have ever heard of her?
“The legend of Earth and its great heroine Barbarella have passed down my family, the ruling family of Porno, for generations.” As he spoke, another man entered the room, seating himself before the control console.
“But how is that possible?”
“That need not concern you. All you need to concern yourself with is…how you shall torture yourself.” Wang nodded to the controller, and she felt the table beneath her shift again.
“OHH!” Barbarella gasped as something pressed against her exposed pussy. She couldn’t see it since the table also shifted beneath her back, arching it slightly. It buzzed gently, and felt wonderful.
“Mmmmmm…” she purred, and her hips began to shift, searching out more pleasure.
“However, I shall tell you, beauteous one, as we prepare your torture.” He kept saying torture, but if this was what he had in mind, Barbarella was going to thoroughly enjoy this.
“My distant ancestor, Wang I, decided to use the first Sex Ray to wage war on the universe, starting with your planet. He was thwarted.”
Barbarella’s eyes were closed. The feeling was spreading steadily out from her groin. She could feel her nipples growing hard. It was hard to concentrate on what he said. Sex Ray, something about the first Wang…
“And then, he appeared. The Scientist. He showed us new levels of perversion, and a new way to use the Sex Ray. And he predicted that you would come one day.”
Come, yes, she certainly wanted to come. A few more minutes, and she was certain she would cum.
“All he asked was that we torture you appropriately.” The table was shifting around her. The tip of the vibrator was slowly circling her clitoris, and she could feel a climax building.
“His name was Duran Duran.”
That cut right through the pleasure. Her thoughts snapped into focus, her eyes flew open.
“What?”
And then it happened.
“WHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!” With no warning Barbarella was assaulted with intense tickling. The substance of the table had morphed again while she was distracted by the vibration on her pussy (a vibration that had not stopped). Silvery hands hovered next to her underarms and her feet, the fingers tipped with what looked like feathers. But no feathers ever felt like this. They glowed a faint blue, and Barbarella could almost feel the discharge of a kind of electricity. This was familiar. Duran Duran had used similar energy charges in his Excessive Machine. These static charges could fire up nerve endings with incredible precision, causing excruciating pain or exquisite pleasure.
Or unbearable tickling.
“EEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEEEEEK!”
The feathers skittered over her soles, along her arches, and in her underarms. Barbarella squealed and shrieked, wriggling under the onslaught. The table had wrapped more restraints over her elbows and her knees and her mid torso a few inches beneath her breasts. With her body locked and back arched she could do little more than jiggle her breasts as she tried in vain to twist away.
“PLEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEEEE! STAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAAP!”
Wang didn’t say anything else. Barbarella’s skin flushed. More hands rose up from the table. Small tendrils morphed out of the restraints over her ankles, wrapping around her toes and pulling them back to fully expose her soles. One of the feathery fingers started teasing her toes as the others skittered over her soles.
“NOOOO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO! TOO MUCH! IT’S TOO MUCH!”
At that, the tickling ceased. Barbarella gasped for breath, trying to toss her strawberry-blonde hair out of her eyes. A hand reached down and brushed her hair back. Wang was looking at her with a satisfied expression.
“Continue,” he commanded.
“N-no! N-NOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!” The buzzing against her pussy resumed, and after the tickling she found her pussy more sensitive. She clenched her hands as the pleasure started building again.
Barbarella writhed against the pleasure, and at the control console, the controller continued sketching her torture. His controls allowed him to manipulate the table, and he was cataloguing her reactions. Designing the substance of the table into a design of pure torment. The pleasure was waxing, and Barbarella was starting to approach orgasm. The controller activated another set of the feather-tipped fingers.
The table beneath her rose a bit more, thrusting her breasts out, hard pink nipples jutting forward, inviting attention. She was held fast against the table, pulled taut. The finger lowered to her breasts, and Barbarella gasped as she realized she could not escape.
“OHHH GOODNESS! OHH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO!” Feathers now stroked around her breasts, teasing and tickling. Feather tips teased around and across her nipples, and Barbarella whimpered in surprise.
“Oooohhhhh-ooooooooo! T-t-ticklessssssss!” Another set lowered, and feathery fingers teased her mound, her inner thighs.
“OOOOOHHHHHHHH! M-MERCY! P-PLEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEASE!” But there was no mercy in her tormentors. Barbarella pulled and strained, she tried to shake her breasts away, but was helpless. The feathers teased and tickled her tits and she could not resist. The skittering between her legs was both delicious and unbearable, but she could not escape, could not draw her legs together.
“<SHRIEK> NO! NOT THERE! NAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!” A feather teased the edge of her pussy, caressed the pink petals lightly, and the static charges were a torment like no other she had experienced before. Last year, during her captivity at the hands of Duran Duran, she has endured countless hours in the Excessive Machine, as well as torment with several other diabolical devices. Several of them tickled, and he tickled her often, but always returned to the sexual pleasure he was determined to break her with. But he had not ventured beyond tickling her feet or ribs or underarms. That her breasts, her nipples, her pussy could be tickled, that it would be unbearable, exquisite, irresistible, was a revelation. This device went beyond the relentless design that Duran Duran favored. Wang had added the depraved, deeper perversions that had been a part of the rule of Porno for generations. Duran Duran knew how to torture. Wang knew how to make you love it.
Barbarella’s body was shining. Beads of perspiration were running down her breasts. Her pussy was glistening, wet with arousal. She was wriggling and giggling, whimpering, overwhelmed with tickling and arousal. She tried to swivel her hips, but could do little more than rock them slightly. She both wanted this to stop, and wanted it to continue. Moans escaped among the giggles. Her breasts were swelling with arousal. The feathers mercilessly teased her nipples; she hadn’t been prepared for how ticklish they could be. They felt swollen, almost itching to be squeezed, to be sucked. Her poor pussy was quivering under the feathers. Light swipes over a swollen clit made Barbarella shriek through the laughter and moans. Even the vibrator, which had morphed to a fine point, tickled as it circled her pussy along with the feathers. She lost count of the minutes, how long her body had been subjected to this torment.
“Cease.” Wang commanded. She had forgotten there were other people in the room. Barbarella was panting, groaning. The last break had been almost welcome, a break from the first tickling onslaught. This break was its own kind of torture. She was at once glad that it had stopped, yet desperate for it to continue. It gave her the chance to really feel how on edge she was. She was shaking, the muscles in her abdomen clenching. She wanted to cum more than she had ever wanted anything before. She’d do anything she realized. She’d even let every one of those guards have their way with her until they were each spent and satisfied, if only they would let her orgasm.
“Do you want relief, Earth girl?” Barbarella merely nodded. She couldn’t talk just yet; she was still struggling to control her breathing. Wang smiled; a smile devoid of any mirth or amusement. It was a depraved, evil smile. Barbarella shuddered, horny, desperate, willing to endure anything if it would bring an orgasm. Wang nodded at the controller.
The table shifted again. Barbarella’s upper body remained as it was, but her legs shifted. Her legs were raised and spread wider, her knees bent slightly. A spreader bar connecting her ankles formed, and this connected to the vibrating phallus resting between her legs. The dildo moved closer, and the head penetrated her labia, slipping maybe an inch into her slick passage. The backs of her thighs and her buttocks were now exposed as well.
“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” Wang was pleased to hear the heat mixed with a slight bit of panic in her voice.
“It is what you are going to do to yourself, Earth girl.” He nodded at the controller. The table rippled, and tiny feathers appeared and lightly skittered along her sides. Barbarella bit her lower lip and tried to stifle the giggles this produced. The touch was very light; it could easily tickle much worse she knew. Another nod brought a new sensation. The dildo nestled just inside her pussy started to vibrate. It was low, but it caught her by surprise.
“Hmmmm-m-m-maaaahhhh!” It wasn’t enough to make her cum, but it was enough to make her ache for it to penetrate her further. Then she felt something like fingers settle just inside her hips, as if someone were prodding her hips from behind. They poked slightly, and found two very sensitive spots just inside her hips, where thigh met abdomen. Not only did this tickle, but it helped keep her hips in place.
“Now then my dear, you get to decide.”
“D-d-HHhhhnnnnn! D-decide wh-wh-whaaa-haaaa-haaaaaaa!” The light tickles skittering along her sides along with the vibration in her pussy kept her shaking, barely able to talk. It was only with supreme concentration that she was able to focus on what Emperor Wang was saying. And every time she shifted her hips, the fingers prodded them. Helpless, enduring light torturous tickles and vibrations, not fully laughing, unable to cum. How could there be a worse torture?
“The dildo is now locked to your legs. All you need to do is raise them slightly, and it will fill you.” Heavy lidded blue eyes locked with Wang’s pitiless, beady black eyes. Was he telling the truth?
“Go ahead, Barbarella. Try it.” So she did, pulling her legs back a bit. As she did, the dildo sank into her throbbing passage, thick, buzzing, incredible.
“Aaaaahhhh HAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” The phallus buried itself in her, morphing slightly as it did. She felt the tip grow bulbous, felt it thicken and lengthen slightly. She pulled her legs back until they simply stopped, only a few inches but enough to pull the dildo into her. The buzzing of the tip passed over her g-spot, and very nearly launched her straining body into climax. So close, she was so close! If the vibration against her g-spot would last just a second longer! But the buzzing faded as the tickling of her ribs intensified slightly, ruining the orgasm, leaving her yearning. Yearning, she had never really appreciated just what that meant until now. She tried pushing the dildo out, hoping that with sheer friction she could finally climax, but the table had locked her legs in place again. The fingers on her hips started digging in, the feathers hovering near her underarms began stroking her again; the feathers over her breasts began drawing their length along either side of her nipples. Peals of laughter spilled from Barbarella’s lips.
“OH PLEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEASE!”
Another gesture from Wang, and the tickling eased back again.
“Oh not just yet, Earth girl. That’s just the beginning. Now push your legs down.” It was not a request, but a command. Barbarella’s head was spinning. She was shivering, burning with need.
“OOOOHHHHHHHHH!” She pushed her legs down, and the dildo slid out, but the tip remained inside her. She couldn’t push it out completely. Was that what he wanted? For her to pump her legs to move the dildo?
“The vibrations will resume, Barbarella. All you have to do is leave it inside you.” She hesitated. There was a catch, there had to be. Wang smiled at the uncertainty he saw in her eyes, mixed with a burning need, a powerful lust.
“Go ahead, my dear. Take it inside you, I promise the vibrations will continue.” At his word, she felt the tip buzz in her pussy again. Gasping, she pulled her legs back, desperate to be filled again. The dildo slid in, now grown as thick and long as she wanted, filling her perfectly. The vibration continued along the length of the shaft, and it slid over her g-spot. Her eyes rolled back, her hips tensed, she started shaking. Oh so close, just a second more….
“NAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! STAAAAAAAP!” With no warning, the feathers teasing her sides started tickling her ribs in earnest. The feathers tickled her underarms, and around her jiggling breasts. Added to this, feathers started skittering over her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Squealing, Barbarella bucked her hips, only to have the fingers hold them down and prod them mercilessly. Worst of all, just as she was processing all this, she felt a light teasing of her ass, a feather lightly caressing the folds of her puckered anus.
“N-N-NAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!”
The static charges in the tips of the feathers strobed almost unseen across her skin. They fired the nerves with excruciating precision. There was no escape. She felt each stroke, each caress, and each skittering teasing feather with piercing clarity. Through it all, it was true, the dildo didn’t stop vibrating, the entire shaft buzzing, snug against her throbbing walls, pressed right against her sweet spot. But all the tickling kept her from cumming. It was maddening, torturous, unbearable. She begged, pleaded for the tickling to stop, but her cries, barely intelligible, fell on deaf ears. Barbarella strained and thrashed, trapped by the table, tortured by feather and phallus, squealing and screaming, her body flushed, sweating, helpless. Another feather started lightly tracing across her perineum, the tender skin between her pussy and anus.
“PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! NO MOOOOOOORE!”
“Oh, dear, is this too much for you, Barbarella? Is it too intense? The vibrations did continue, as I promised.” Wang was clearly enjoying her predicament. She couldn’t respond, could barely breathe. She could only squeal and shriek.
“Well, if you need a break, simply push the dildo back out. This tickling will cease as well.” Through the haze of her laughter, Barbarella registered this and pushed. As promised, the dildo slid out, the tip remaining inside her, the vibration gone. The feathers also pulled back from her ass, her underarms and sides. She gulped down air as for a blessed moment the torture ceased.
But only for a moment. Then it started again.
“W-W-AAAIT! YOU PROMISED! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“You’ll note very carefully, Barbarella, I said this tickling will cease. Not that tickling.” Wang said idly as he circled the table, enjoying the sight of her heaving, glistening, sweating, flushed body. The feathers attacked different areas this time. Light strokes teased her soles, her arches and her toes. Her toes were still pulled back, and try as she might, she couldn’t pull her feet away. More feathers closed over her breasts, and the tickling of her nipples resumed, light swipes teasing around and across them. The tip of the dildo was still nestled in her dripping pussy, buzzing very slightly, angling down so the next torment would have a clear field. A smaller bundle of feathers was lowering down towards her pussy. As it did, two small appendages extended from the mass of tiny feathers, and gently pulled back the swollen hood covering her clitoris. With her back arched as it was and her arms locked down, Barbarella couldn’t raise her head far enough to look, but she felt something touch her down there, and a jolt of dread, anticipation, fear and desire shot through her.
“NO! NO PLEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! NOT THERE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING! NOT THERE! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!” But her pleas fell on pitiless ears. The tiny feathers lowered, making two circles with their faint blue tips. The tighter circle began spinning slowly, the tips and edges caressing the shaft and base of her throbbing pink bud.
“NOOOOOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HHHHOOOOOAAAAHHHHH!”
It was like an explosion. And there was more. In the middle of the circle another tiny feather descended, the tip waving back and forth, lightly flicking the top of her clit. Barbarella tensed in her restraints, her laughter becoming grunts and groans. Finally, the last circle of feather tips descended, this one spinning in the opposite direction. The tips skittered around, teasing outside her clit, over the hood, down the sides of her swollen labia. How was it going around the dildo still buzzing inside her?
Barbarella whimpered, pulling desperately against her leg restraints, trying hopelessly to close her legs. She had never experienced such concentrated sensation before, especially on her most erogenous areas. This torture was different, the tickling concentrating on different areas, but it was just as intense, just as torturous. She jerked and bucked her hips helplessly, trying vainly to escape the clit tickling. The feather tips teased and tickled her pink pearl relentlessly. The static charges in the feathers guaranteed she felt every stroke, every tease, on her clit, on her feet, and on her nipples. Barbarella squealed and tossed her strawberry blonde hair, tears streamed down her cheeks, sweat beaded all over her body, her groin was coated with her honey. She had stopped begging. She could no longer form words.
Wang gestured at the controller. Truly he was an artist. He was stimulating this beautiful Earth girl perfectly. The controller dialed the intensity of all the feathers back. The torturous, merciless tickling eased. It didn’t stop, but she stopped pulling. She didn’t stop shaking.
“And this is your torture, Barbarella. You decide. Pull your legs back, and the dildo will fill you. But you will be tickled mercilessly.” He nodded at the controller, who manipulated his controls. The table pulled her legs back, the dildo sank deep into her. The tickling of her feet, nipples, and clit stopped, but as the shaft sank into her, the tickling of her sides, underarms, thighs and ass began. A few seconds for everything to settle into place, and the feathers started in on her anus and perineum. Not as intense before, but enough to keep her shuddering, teetering on the edge of the torture.
“If you really want to climax, Barbarella, I’d try to keep that dildo inside you. But if you need relief, push it out…” his voice trailed away as the table shifted her legs again, sliding the buzzing phallus out. The feathers shifted again, her feet, breasts and clit now coming under assault.
“…and you will be tickled mercilessly!”
Barbarella was groaning. No matter what she did, she was being tortured. She was so close to orgasm. If the tickling would stop for just a few seconds, she could cum, but she knew now that wasn’t going to happen. She might finally cum if she kept the dildo inside her, but the tickling was unbearable. It kept her from cumming, even as the buzzing drove her wild with ecstasy. She had no idea how long it would take to finally climax, but she wasn’t sure she could stand it. But pushing it back to gain from relief from the tickling merely exposed her to more tickling, perhaps even more torturous as it focused so much on her clit. And how long could she stand that? And when would it all end? Struggling with all her will, she managed to focus through the sensations.
“Wh-wh-why…are y-y-yooooooou d-doing this?” Her breath kept catching as the feathers kept skittering lightly over her body. “Wh-whaaaahhhh-aat d-do you w-want?”
“Want?” Wang leaned in. “My dear, we merely want to torture you. Welcome to Porno!” And with that the feathers were dialed up.
“eeeeeEEEEEEEE-EEEAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
The machine roared back to life, the intensity of the tickling feathers increased. If anything, if felt as if it was even more intense. How much worse could it get? Barbarella wriggled under the assault on her feet, nipples, and especially her clit. She screamed and thrashed as tiny feathers stroked and swiped her clit. She couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled her legs back, and had a couple of seconds of relief as the feathers pulled away. She tried to stop midway, maybe she could keep them all at bay, but the other feathers rose into place, and while they allowed her to choose when she pulled back or pushed away, it was all or nothing. The dildo sank in easily, vibrating harder than before. Pleasure surged through her, but the feathers fired up, rippling waves of tickling skittering along her sides, stroking her underarms. Silvery fingers prodded her hips even as they held her fast. And then the feathers started sketching along her thighs, her buttocks. And finally her ass.
“GNNNNN-AAAAAHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAHHNNNNN!”
Barbarella tried grinding against the phallus buzzing away inside her, hoping if she pressed it against her sweet spot, she could finally drown out the tickling, finally climax. But the fingers prodding her hips kept her hips wriggling. She wriggled and writhed, enduring the tickle torture in a desperate bid for release. A release that would not come. Any time she started to get close, the controller somehow knew, and the tickling would intensify, the orgasm was denied, the torture worse. No relief, the strange energy that made the feathers such evil, such wicked unbearable, irresistible instruments of torture kept the sensations fresh, maybe even making her more sensitive. There was pleasure, the dildo was perfect; just the perfect thickness and length. Its buzzing was maddening. Then, something new; it started thrusting. She gasped and shrieked in surprise, in delight. A thick, thrusting vibrator stroking her in just the right spot.
“YEEESSSSS! OHHHHH YESSSSSSSS! PLEEEEEEASE!”
This was it! The pleasure, oh the pleasure! It was overwhelming, and she could feel all the tension that had built up inside her mounting. She was almost there; teetering on the edge. And then the feathers intensified, the tickling now overwhelming even the thrusting of that perfect dildo. Barbarella grunted, giggled, whimpered in frustration. The tickling was unbearable, she couldn’t take anymore. She had to make it stop. She pushed.
The dildo slid back, that delicious pleasure fading, but the merciless tickling eased. Then the other feathers kicked in, and she was shrieking in laugher again as her feet, nipples, and especially her clit came under renewed fire. The controller kept dialing the intensity up, then back a bit, then up again. Two steps forward, one step back, two steps forward. Her head was swimming, she lost all track of time; she was losing all sense of self. Feathers teased helpless soles, tender arches, throbbing nipples, aching clitoris. She endured this tickling for as long as she could, it had to have been an eternity, before pulling her legs back. The dildo sank back in, thrusting, as the feathers shifted. Tickles rippled along her ribs, skittered in her underarms, teased her ass, tickled her anus.
Again and again Barbarella shifted the torture, holding out as long as she could, finally giving in, and subjecting herself to the other torture of the feathers. She skated close to orgasm countless times, only for the feathers to come skittering in and ruin it. The static charges not only kept her sensitized, they also kept her going somehow. Every time she though sheer exhaustion would win out, the intensity would increase, and she would squeal and wriggle desperately, her body reacting to the unbearable sensations assaulting her.
In one of the darker corners, Wang watched Barbarella struggle and suffer. His own cock was throbbing, yearning for the Earth girl. But not yet. Her stamina was impressive. She was still conscious, still struggling. He wanted to see just how much she could take. He hadn’t yet decided if he would take her alone, or share her with his guard. But he knew he wanted her long denied orgasm for himself. He would make sure that she did not climax until he was ready for her. And there were still the tunnels. She would make an excellent addition to what was in the tunnels under the mountain.
Barbarella shrieked and squealed, begging and pleading, her body helpless and writhing, lost in an unbearable ecstasy. It was music to Wang’s ears.
High in orbit, the Alpha 8 waited. It monitored Barbarella’s vital signs. It noted her increased heart rate, the flood of hormones in her body, the extraordinary levels of arousal, the signs of extreme sensory overload. She was in no immediate physical danger. Based on past experiences, Alfie determined that Barbarella was enjoying herself. No action was required at the present time. Barbarella had ordered Alfie to wait 5 days before intervening. Five days from her last check in. 120 hours. Barbarella had checked in just before she was captured. Since then, only three hours had passed. Just under one hundred seventeen hours to go.
Alpha 8 waited, steadily counting down.
116: 48: 20
116: 48: 19
116: 48: 18
116: 48: 17
116: 48: 16…
THE END (?)
