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BARBARELLA: THE FLESH PATROL (MMMMMMMMM/F HARDCORE SEX/ORGASM DENIAL/TICKLE TORTURE)

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Part 2 of my story of the lovely (and ticklish) Barbarella trapped and tortured on the planet Porno.



Part 1 can be found here.

Hope everyone enjoys it!



BARBARELLA: THE FLESH PATROL
By wingman



THE AFTERMATH

Wang XLIII, depraved and absolute ruler of the planet Porno, watched in satisfaction as the Earth girl struggled and writhed, squealing, laughing, and shrieking as her body was teased, tickled, stimulated, and fucked by the flowform substance of the Table. It was thrilling, arousing, and pleasing to see her straining helplessly against her bonds, trapped in her own ticklish torment. A vibrating dildo was buried deep in her pussy at the moment, but the table had formed feathers that were teasing her sides, her underarms, the backs of her thighs and ass, and perhaps most torturously, teasing her anus. She wriggled her hips in desperation, both trying to finally make herself climax, but also to escape the unbearable tickling of her ass. But the table had formed fingers that both held her hips in place, and also teased the tender spots inside her hipbones. No matter how long she held the vibrator inside her, the tickling was too intense and kept her from climaxing. When she could stand no more, she pushed her legs down. The tickling of her ass and sides eased, the dildo slid out, but then new feathers rose and started mercilessly tickling her feet, her breasts, and worst of all, her incredibly sensitive, throbbing pink clit. If only just a little more pressure were applied to her clit, she might have cum from that. Barbarella had never endured having her clit tickled before, and had been unprepared for how unbearable it was, but also how good it felt. She couldn’t stand it, but didn’t want it to stop. But eventually, it too became too much to bear, and she pulled her legs back.

Back and forth, Barbarella pushed and pulled, whimpering under this relentless assault of sensation. She was on the very razor’s edge, but unable to finally fall, unable to embrace the sweet release of orgasm. Wang watched as five hours passed, Barbarella thrashing helplessly in her torture. If she could form words, she would beg for release, for mercy. There would be none.

Thousands of years ago, towards the end of Earth’s 20th century, Barbarella’s old adversary Duran Duran had arrived on Porno, a victim of his own Positronic Ray, a device which had displaced him in time. Finding Porno a good fit for his own depraved nature, he pledged his services to the first Emperor Wang, and started to lay a long and vast plan for vengeance against the beautiful Earth girl.

Duran Duran had repaired and improved Wang’s sex ray, a device with which he intended to conquer the cosmos. He had used genetic samples of Wang I’s greatest enemy, the Earth man known as Flesh Gordon to create a sort of cloned elite troop, blessed with Gordon’s legendary sexual prowess, but totally loyal to the emperor; the infamous Flesh Patrol. It had survived, new patrolmen created again and again over the centuries, all identical to their genetic forebear. He had introduced new ideas and technology, such as the static energy he had discovered and could direct with such precision, causing incredible pleasure, or pain, or tickling. He also developed the flowform substance that made the table on which Barbarella was currently trapped, merging the two discoveries into a relentless erotic torture device. And when the right time came, Wang’s distant descendant, Wang the 43rd emperor, had fired the ray at Earth, hoping to lure Barbarella to Porno, to exact Duran Duran’s vengeance, and for Wang’s amusement. It had worked, for Barbarella had come and in short order was captured.

After five hours, Barbarella was all but spent. She shook and shuddered, her body spasming, but she had long since lost the strength to pull on her restraints. The sensations assaulting her were as unbearable as ever. The strange static energy that made the feathers so unbearable fired her nerves directly, and wouldn’t allow the feeling to diminish. There would be no numbing from overstimulation. In fact, she felt even more sensitive after so long under their torturous touch. But the effort of enduring such an intense assault for so long, of having release denied for so long, kept on the edge for so long, had drained her. She was panting, sweating, her pussy slick with her honey, her body aching for climax, and yet desperate for an end to the torture. She was so exhausted she wasn’t sure how much more she could endure, and knew that if asked she’d still do anything to finally cum.

Finally, the table powered down. The merciless tickling ceased. Barbarella shook and whimpered, still feeling the touch of the feathers skittering all over her body. The sensations had been so intense, that even though they had stopped, she still felt as though she were being tickled. She had never endured such a concentrated assault before, not even in Duran Duran’s Excessive Machine. Grateful for a respite, she lay back gasping for air, and strangely wishing that it would start again.

“Allow her a brief rest and some nourishment. Then give her to the Flesh Patrol. Let them satisfy themselves.”

“Yes, Degenerate One!” replied the guard captain.

“When they’ve had their fill, take her to the tunnels. The Sex Ray will finish her.”

Finish her; the words barely penetrated her brain. She wanted to be finished off. She tried to form the words, to plead for release. But all she could manage was to mutter incoherently, and shadows crept in at the edge of her vision, and soon blackness swallowed her whole.



THE FLESH PATROL

She awoke slowly. She didn’t think she had been out for long. She still felt exhausted. She still felt flushed and hot. She could still feel the wetness between her legs. She was still shaky, and desperately, desperately horny. The table beneath her had shifted again, the restraints melted away, the feathers gone, the table now flat, warm, but softer. She managed to prop herself up on her elbows and only then noticed that she was surrounded.

Wang was gone, the controller who had been manipulating the table’s controls was gone. In their place were at least twenty men, all identical, all naked, all looking at her hungrily. Barbarella’s body was still keyed up, still tensing from her long torture on the table. She had been stimulated by the strange static charges so intensely for so long, she wondered if there had been a permanent effect. One of them approached her. One look at him and his erection left her in no doubt as to what he wanted. She felt a thrill of delight; finally she’d get some release! But the more centered, shrewd part of her brain whispered that there could very well be more torment in store for her. There were so many of them, and she was still so weary. Before she had blacked out, Wang had said something about giving her to the Flesh Patrol. Was this it?
“Drink this Earth Girl. It will renew your strength,” said the man who had approached her. He offered her a flask. Barbarella took it, and took a small sip. It was like water, but had a slightly honeyed taste. But it was cool, and she soon drained the flask. Her head cleared slightly, and the cool liquid soothed her throat, which was raw from so much laughter and screaming. Within a few seconds she felt the dull ache spreading through her ribs from so much tensing and laughter fade as well. Even her flagging strength started to return. Whatever that liquid was, it certainly did help.

“Thank you,” she said raising herself up a bit more and looking around. With a clearer head she was able to count thirty men surrounding her. Another thrill went through her. As horny and keyed up as she felt, even she paused at the prospect of fucking thirty men. She was fully aware that she had said she would do anything while she was being tickle tortured. It had been so intense, so unbearable, that she had meant it. At the time, if they had asked her to, she would have agreed to fuck every single person in the compound. She wondered, if she refused would she be strapped back into the table and tickled again? She was actually surprised to find that a very large and aroused part of her was hoping that would happen. The men closed in around her. Two of them climbed up onto the table with her.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me now?” She found she was almost smiling. Heaven help her, but she was going to let them all have their way with her!

“We are the Flesh Patrol, Earth Girl. And we have come to take our pleasure,” said the man who had given her the drink.

“Y-you mean…all of you?”

“Yes. With orders to continue your torment.” As he said this, two more of the Patrol stepped to the table and seized her ankles, pulling her legs wide. Barbarella’s eyes flew wide open.

“What?!?” Hands grabbed her arms and pulled them above her head, pinning them down. At the same time, fingertips started skittering over her soles and her underarms.

“No! NN-N-OOOOO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HA-HA-HA-HA!” Her torment on the table had taken its toll. Their fingers tickled and teased, and that feeling of arousal and frustration, of denial came flooding back. She was at once thrilled and terrified at this renewed tickling assault. Firm hands gripped her inner thighs, stilling her thrashing hips, and one of the Patrol lowered himself down, and easily slid his stiff cock into her wet pussy.

“HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAHHHHHHHH-HA-HA-HHHAAAA!” Pleasure flooded her, chased out and around by the tickling. He moved slowly at first, driving deep, pulling back, and sliding in again. He pulled back, and suddenly plunged deep as he could into her.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH YEESSSSSSSS!!” She rocked her hips against him, giggles mixed with moans as his cock plunged deep into her. It felt so good, but as before, the tickling was keeping her from cumming. She was so close! It wasn’t fair!

“Please! No more tickling!” she managed to cry out between shrieks. Fingers skittered over her sides and back up to her underarms. The patrolman between her legs started pounding hard and deep into her, her breath coming out in grunts as he did. The tickling intensified, keeping the squealing Earth girl from any release. The only difference, and it was a welcome one, was that this time she wasn’t being fucked with a buzzing dildo (not that it hadn’t been nice), but a real flesh and blood, throbbing cock. Within minutes Barbarella was on the edge again; that unbearable, irresistible place where she was just about to cum, but unable to. But after so many hours of torture on the table, Barbarella couldn’t bear any more.

“Pl-pleeee-eeeEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEASE! I’ll do anything! Please!” She wriggled and struggled, but the men holding her were powerfully built. And the one fucking her was so good. If it hadn’t been for the tickling, Barbarella was certain she would have had at least three orgasms by now. Suddenly they stopped. She gasped, both relieved and frustrated. Her lover pulled out and she was lifted off the table completely. He slid on where she had been laying, and they lowered her back down. His cock, slick with her honey, was guided not to her pussy, but to her ass. She felt the pressure on her tight anus, and realized what they were about to do. Eyes wide still in anticipation, arousal, and surprise, she let them guide his cock into her. She bit her lower lip, arched her back, and groaned as his girth slowly filled her. A few slowly thrusts, and he slid in and out of her easily. She whimpered slightly, both from the new pleasure, and from light strokes on her soles.

“OOOHHHH GOODNESS! OH MY!” Another patrolman now stepped between her legs, and slowly pressed his cock into her pussy. Slowly they moved, filling Barbarella’s body, giving her time to adjust. It was overwhelming, dizzying, pleasure and pressure inside her, and their desire, their need for her added to the thrill.

“Yes,” she whispered, surrendering to the sensation, giving in to the overwhelming lust. “Yes-s-s-ssssssss!”

Their thrusts started slow, but sped up, Light teases steadily grew more intense. The combination of pleasure, pressure, and tickling was incredible. Barbarella wanted to cum more than she had ever wanted anything. The tickling was steadily growing more intense, preventing her orgasm. Again. But this time it was different. Feeling the men moving inside her, feeling their bodies against hers made the pleasure more intense. It lacked the precision and sheer intensity of the table, but it also lacked that mechanized feel. This was an organic feeling. She felt them speed up in response to her writhing, their own need and pleasure driving them on. Groans and giggles bubbled out of her as she was rocked by their rhythmic thrusts.

She felt them tense up, they were nearing their own climax. The thought of both of them cumming in her increased her ardor. She started shuddering, tensing. She was going to cum, finally! And with no warning, they both pulled out and her body was tickled mercilessly. Not the light erotic teases, but deep, intense. Barbarella shrieked and squealed, pleading in renewed frustration.

“EEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEE! NOOOOOO! PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! FINISH! FINIII-HI-HI-HIH-IISHH!”

It was doubly frustrating. Her long denied orgasm was denied again, but she didn’t know how long she could handle sex with all these men if they were going to keep pulling out before they came. She still hadn’t even begun to recover from her ordeal on the table. She was riding on pure lust and a desperate desire to finally climax, but even she had her limits. She didn’t want to stop, but she didn’t know how long she could hold on.

Fingers skittered over her soles, along her sides, and between her legs. Powerful hands kept her pinned down as she thrashed and wriggled in their grip, screaming in laughter. Long hours on the table, stimulated by those static charges had taken their toll, and left her skin more sensitive than usual. Long minutes ticked by as she was tickled all over. The fingers finally pulled away, leaving Barbarella gasping and panting. She was lifted up again, another man slid beneath her, and two more cocks slid into her.

Again and again the patrolmen would penetrate her, all the while teasing and tickling her, preventing Barbarella from finally cumming. Again and again, they would get her close, oh so close, only to pull away at the last minute, tickling her mercilessly to prolong the denial. Barbarella was pleading with them, begging for an orgasm. Her head was spinning, she had lost count of how many of them had entered her, how long they had been fucking her. Their cocks felt so good inside her, their strokes hard, deep, satisfying. She wanted nothing more than to cum again and again. But the tickling would not stop. Every time she got close to finally orgasming, just as on the table, they would pull out and tickle her intensely, focusing on specific areas at different times.

“PLEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEE!”

Fingers skittered and scratched over bare soles; warm mouths and nimble tongues sucked, teeth lightly nibbled her toes.

“N-NYAAA-HAA-HAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”

Tickling assaulted her smooth underarms, sliding around and under the swell of her breasts.

“H-H-HOOOHHH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HOHHHHH!”

Fleeting caresses and skittering touches between her legs, just outside her swollen, glistening pussy.

Every so often they would stop tickling, giving her a few precious seconds of relief to try and catch her breath, and to fully feel just how badly she wanted to cum. Then the stimulation would resume, cocks would slide easily back into her welcoming passages, fingers would start sliding over her writhing body. Some small part of her brain knew that if even just one of them would finally cum inside her, the feeling of a cock spurting inside her, that tension, that grinding, would finally send her over the top.
She lost count of how many of them had fucked her. Had they all had a turn in her? All she knew anymore was incredible sexual pleasure, and demanding need for orgasm held at bay by unbearable tickling. She couldn’t stand anymore, she was desperate for it all to end, but she was helpless to stop it, unable to escape, held captive by their overwhelming numbers, their powerful hands, their inescapable cocks, and her own aching need. Her body trembled and wriggled, tickled mercilessly, fucked right up to the edge of orgasm. She was losing the ability to form words again, could only manage grunts and whimpers and squeals. She would have pleaded for mercy, but knew somehow that she would be shown none. All she could do was try and endure.

The patrolmen gloried in the Earth girl. Even after all the torture and stimulation she had endured, she was fiery, sensuous, tight. She clutched the cocks buried and thrusting into her with trembling muscles, weary but persevering. By now they were sure she was exhausted, overwhelmed, desperate, but she was still willing to endure all this erotic torment if it would mean finally achieving release. This was exactly how Wang liked things. And they were, had always, been the servants of the emperor. They had been given strict orders. They could fuck her to their hearts content, but they were to deny her that release for as long as possible, only allowing it when they had had their fill. Every so often they would pause to allow Barbarella to breathe; once or twice they even gave her more of the honeyed drink, which would quench her thirst and renew her strength slightly, before starting again, before she could even begin to recover her senses. One by one the thirty lusty patrolmen entered the Earth girl, driving her mad in pleasure and desire, enjoying the feeling of her writhing and wriggling as her sensitized body was teased and tickled. Several of them nearly lost control and came inside her, only to pull out before that happened. Barbarella seemed to sense it, could feel them tensing, their cocks swelling slightly. She would clench tighter, trying to grind against them. If her legs were free and not restrained for foot tickling, the she would surely have wrapped them around whoever was fucking her to keep them buried in her. But they kept control, swapping out when they needed.

Hours ticked by, and Barbarella was shifted around. First riding the cocks penetrating her face up, then kneeling, riding one patrolman while another took her from behind, her feet pinned and tickled, her arms pulled up and her sides and underarms teased. Now she was vertical, her wrists chained to the ceiling, her legs pulled wide, a man in front and one in back, their cocks pounding her relentlessly. Even after all this time, after fucking each patrolman more times than she could remember, she still wriggled, her strength flagging, but still holding on. Her body wouldn’t let her give up, so desperate was she for release after hours of denial. For over an hour, they had kept her right at the very edge. Barbarella couldn’t remember anything except the need, could remember no feeling except this torture, this denial, these cocks filling her over and over while fingers danced all over her sweating body. She felt them speed up, felt their tension increase, and knew they would pull out in a second, to be replaced by a fresh pair of lovers.

The two men fucking her nodded, each agreed. The others stroked their cocks, waiting their turn to plunge into the Earth girl’s glorious depths, to feel her ticklish body writhe against them. They sped up, pounding her with reckless abandon. The tickling intensified, and Barbarella shrieked. She felt their cocks swell. Any second now; she had long since given up hope of release, no matter how hard her body strained. But they kept thrusting, one of them gripping her shoulders to pull her down onto them as they poured their lust into her.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!”

The orgasm ripped through her. Her head pounded, she went dizzy, her screams echoed through the vast stone corridors as Barbarella finally climaxed. Fingers skittered all over her body; she was lost in ticklish release, her pussy gushing as they poured their seed deep inside her. One pulled out, only to be replaced by another, and he too stroked himself to climax.

“HHIIIIIHHHHHH HHIHIIIIIIIHHHH HHHAAAAAAAAAHNNNN!”

Barbarella had though she had reached the limit of what she could endure, the edge of the torture they could visit on her. She was wrong. Now that she was cumming, she couldn’t stop. Cock after cock entered her and erupted inside her. Some took only a few seconds, others thrust in and out of her for long minutes. All the while, they tickled her. Always, they were tickling her. Her orgasm made the tickles worse, more intense. The tickles made the orgasms more powerful. On and on it went. Barbarella had never known a climax could be so endless. She could only whimper and gasp helplessly as her body was gripped by an orgasm that would not fade. How many of them had cum in her now? She couldn’t count, couldn’t speak, could only endure.

The last of the patrolmen spent themselves in her, and ground against her, allowing Barbarella’s orgasm to fade. It did so slowly. Every time it would start to ease, she would tense, and it flared up again. They released her bonds and lowered her trembling body, still filled, and they nestled her between them, letting her slowly spend herself on them.

It was nearly an hour later that she stopped tensing. She had been hovering on the edge of consciousness, and finally, mercifully, the blackness claimed her. She was utterly spent.

Wang entered the room. The Earth girl was safely nestled between two of his patrolmen. They all turned to their master.

“You may remain with her if you wish,” he said to the two patrolmen still buried in the Earth girl. “The rest of you return to your posts.”

“How long shall we let her rest, Your Eminence?” one of them asked.

“Until she wakes. Then, give her the nourishment, and take her to the tunnels.”

“Yes Sire!” the patrol responded in unison.

“Soon, Barbarella,” Wang purred, moving a stray lock of hair away from her face. “Soon you will feel the full power of the sex ray!”

THE END
 
Extreme story... Longest quantity of title's notes ever here, longest quantity of M together...
 
Nice job! I'm looking forward to the next installment.
Thanks!
 
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