Space Wars: 2800
“Intensify forward shields and send out the fighter pilots!” the general of the Laddrax forces commanded aboard the flagship. “We must crush this human rebellion and show them who owns the universe!” A high pitched whine of machinery bore testament that the general’s order were being carried out.
“Incoming!” the forward watch officer screamed. The Laddrax troops braced themselves for impact as a salvo of quantum missiles rocketed towards the space craft. The impact was shaking and left the Laddrax troops scrambling to stay upright.
“Damage report!” the general shouted. “I want a damage report now!” he recalled how during the last battle with earth forces a ship hull had breached, spilling the Laddrax forces into the cold atmosphere, seeing them die in front of his eyes.
“Sir! No damage has been sustained!” the engineer reported incredulously. “The shields held off a quantum missile attack! The shield energy level is climbing back to 90 percent- no, 95 percent already sir!” The alien general smiled in satisfaction. Good, the scientists’ new energy source was working well. But it was time to go on the attack.
“Concentrate firepower to the earth flag ship! Destroy it and the human forces will crumble, and the victory is ours for the taking!” A salvo of bright energy bolts seared forth from the Laddrax ship aiming straight at the earth forces flagship. Under the unceasing barrage, the earth flagship buckled, and bright spots of explosion lit damaged areas. A Laddrax cheer of victory rose as they saw the emergency jettison pods eject off the stricken earth vessel.
“Mop up the remaining forces, and bring as many prisoners as you can locate,” the general ordered, as he surveyed the battle zone with great satisfaction. Yes, he thought to himself, with the new offensive and defensive weaponry we have developed, it will not be long before we shall rule the universe, he mused.
Star Captain Dana Tripp of the Earth Defence Force looked helplessly at her fellow prisoners, ensigns Susan Howe and Claire Steward, while staff sergeant Kim Sanders slept off the effects of concussion. The two ensigns were holding on to each other and crying in fear. The horror stories of Laddrax experimentation on human prisoners were still fresh in their minds.
Captain Dana was no less frightened, for this was the first time that she had ever seen a Laddrax ship hold off a quantum missile attack, one of the most potent offensive weapons of the Earth Defence Force. And the energy bolts that had disabled the earth flag ship so easily was new to her as well. It boded badly for the future, she thought.
The prisoners were brought to the inspection chambers aboard the Laddrax flagship, and they met with the general. They all stared in repugnance at the sight of their Laddrax captors, for they resembled a six-legged octopus, with the only difference being the piercing eyes of the Laddrax that spoke of a higher intelligence, easily on par with human intelligence.
“What are you going to do to us?” Star Captain Dana queried the Laddrax general.
“You will be tested, graded and then used,” was his cryptic answer. The ensigns broke out in a fresh bout of weeping at the hint of human experimentation, but their fate had been sealed and no amount of crying and pleading would change that, and in time to come, they all would be doing a lot of pleading and crying indeed.
The tests were almost instantaneous; Ensign Susan was graded “suitable for shield deployment”, Ensign Claire was graded “suitable for weapon deployment”, sergeant Kim was graded “suitable for fighter pilot deployment” and Captain Dana was graded “suitable for engine duties”. Following this, they were taken off separately to their respective stations.
Ensign Susan was a pretty twenty-ish girl, who hailed from the human-occupied planet Jupiter. She had signed on in the Earth Defence Force together with Claire straight from college, because they had been told they looked great in uniforms by their numerous boyfriends. But all that would be a thing of the past, for her new life was to start soon.
Her clothes were destroyed and she was bound to a table spreadeagled in a pod which reminded her ominously of a coffin. A glass barrier closed, enclosing her in her glass coffin while bound. Her struggles to escape were futile, but worse was to come when a small probe punctured into her back painlessly and linked with her spinal cord. Within seconds, her motor nerves had been disabled leaving only her sensory nerves working, and all movement was denied her. Her eyes widened in fear when she realized her hopeless position.
Tears streamed from her eyes as she saw other implements lower themselves onto her naked flesh. The experiments were going to start! She thought to herself fearfully. They’re going to tear me apart! They’re going to torture me! No! I don’t want to die! She thought hysterically.
To her surprise, the implements did not cause pain. A different sensation was created instead: tickling. Her feet were covered in tiny probes, which snaked even between her toes, while a clamp-like object was fixed to her knees. Two small probes ended at her bikini line and a vacumn-like object was placed on her belly. Probes attached themselves to her ribs and finally a synthetic hand was affixed to each of her underarms.
Poor Susan, just the light touch of the implements were more than enough to set her off laughing hysterically, such was her level of ticklishness. Her mind could barely imagine the tickle torture to come when the implements were activated! The Laddrax tests truly were accurate. Finally two probes attached themselves to her head, and then the torture truly started with the implements being activated.
The feet probes were constantly changing their function; while every inch of her feet were covered with probes, they could do different things. Some merely vibrated, while others grew bristles and started a torturous scrubbing of her feet. Others became sharp points that lightly scratched her soles and yet others squirted out water at a high pressure. Worse still, these probes never remained as they were for prolonged periods of time, but would randomly change function.
For Susan, the feet tickling was horrendous. There was no way she could anticipate what the probes would do and where they would attack. Regardless of what function they took, they tickled her helpless feet mercilessly. The clamps at her knees set into a kneading motion and it was worse than having her knees being kneaded by a human hand.
Worse still for Susan was the tickling being inflicted upon her bikini line. The probe on her left leg squirted out water in a thin line, directly along her super sensitive bikini line, moving from top to bottom, and when it reached the bottom, it changed to a small, whirring brush that swept away the water by traveling in the opposite direction this time, clearing her bikini line for the next onslaught of water tickling. The probe on her right leg was doing exactly the same thing, except in a different direction. Thus while the left leg probe would squirt water downwards and brush upwards, her right leg probe would squirt upwards and brush downwards. Susan was in tickle hell.
The vacuum-like object on her belly was a truly insidious design. Working upon her helpless belly, it could vibrate to provide the sensations of someone blowing raspberries on her tummy, as well as simultaneously inducing a massaging action upon the belly flesh.
The rib probes pressed and poked her ribs at random intervals while they vibrated mercilessly, driving the helpless captive to new heights of ticklish agony. The underarm synthetic hands randomly dug in its fingers, wiggling them in her helpless armpits, or used a light stroking motion, or thrummed its fingers in her armpits.
For Ensign Susan, who only wanted to look good in uniform, this was pure tickle torture. Every single nerve ending she had was being mercilessly stimulated by cruel tickling. Feet, knees, thighs, belly, ribs, armpits- no flesh was left untickled. The tickling was so intense for Ensign Susan that she was locked into a never-ending silent scream.
Her torture was being picked up by her head probes and it converted the ticklish agony she was suffering from sensation to electrical impulse, amplified the electrical impulse and sent it to the shield generators. In return, it pumped in nutrients and stimulants for Susan, to keep her healthy and awake for hours of tickle torture each day. Row upon row of helpless human captives in their glass coffins, now reduced to the role of batteries, kept the shields strong with their torment.
Ensign Claire, nineteen and pertly pretty, was in a hell of her own. She had been stripped and placed in a similar glass coffin to Susan’s. Similarly paralyzed, she was learning how the Laddrax created their devastating energy bolts. It was from her (and fellow prisoners’) sexual torments. More accurately, it was from their sexual pleasure. Each orgasm that the captives had created a great deal of electrical energy, which upon conversion to pure energy, could rival the impact of a human quantum missile. And unlike the quantum missiles, the human captives could produce an almost unlimited supply of orgasms with the right equipment.
Her breasts were snugly encased in suction cups that produced a gentle milking motion. Her nipples were trapped in rubber nubs that vibrated mercilessly. Her clitoris was similarly entrapped in a suction tube that simultaneously sucked and vibrated. Insidious probes were inserted to stimulate her g-spot. To top it all off, feathery substances lightly tickled her feet, adding to the torturous pleasure she was forced to undergo.
Oh no, oh no, not again! Ensign Claire thought to herself as the vibrations and stimulations drove her helpless body into the throes of yet another orgasm. She could only moan with unwanted pleasure. Once again the Laddrax tests were accurate in choosing sensual humans for this station.
Sergeant Kim had been stripped and placed in the glass coffin as well. Her bondage, though, was slightly different. Having to fit into the canopy of a Laddrax fighter plane required her coffin to be half the size of Ensigns Claire and Susan. Therefore, she was bound on her back, but with her feet secured above her head instead, such that she was bent double. She was similarly paralyzed to prevent any movement, for the slightest movement on her part could distract the Laddrax pilot in the heat of battle.
Kim was a seasoned veteran of the Earth Defence Force, and she had earned respect from the menfolk by giving as good as she got, while most women admired her because of her skills as well the way she filled out her uniform. If Ensigns Susan and Claire looked good in uniforms, Sergeant Kim looked great.
Unfortunately, none of that would save her now. Locked into the pilot’s canopy, Kim’s torment would be truly horrific. In her bent-over bondage, probes similar to Susan’s covered her feet, while the same synthetic hands explored her armpits. But while the tickling implements ended with her feet and armpits and skipping other ticklish zones, a small probe was inserted into her womanhood to stimulate her g-spot while she underwent the cruel tickling.
The Laddrax pilot that she would be serving under checked her bondage to ensure she was secured and would not move about. “We’re on patrol duty now, so we’re going to take off,” her captor informed her matter-of-factly.
Kim tried to plead for mercy, but the glass coffin was sound proof, and besides, the Laddrax would not be giving any mercy to his human battery. Ever since they had switched to using human batteries, the Laddrax pilots had been able to quadruple the range that they could travel, while the deflector shields were much better than the old ones. Weaponry, too, was vastly enhanced, with a virtually limitless supply of energy bolts to shoot at enemy planes.
A flick of a switch brought the energy probes to Kim’s head and after the connection was made, the feet and armpit tickling began. Kim tried to twist in her bondage, but her motor nerves had been paralyzed, so she was denied even the slightest movement.
“NOOHHHOHOHO!” She screamed with ticklish laughter, as the synthetic fingers on her left armpit stroked her helpless ticklish flesh, while the fingers on the right armpit dug into the soft outstretched skin and began wiggling away, ignorant of the torment it was causing to Kim. The feet probes were no less cruel, alternating between a brushing motion and a scratching motion.
The pilot checked the readings, satisfied that the power was building up well. At the threshold, he engaged the jumpstart that would fire his plane into the black maw of space. Kim’s tickle torture doubled in intensity, the fingers digging into her armpits mercilessly now, while the feet probes engaged its full repertoire of tricks to keep her feet equally amused.
“Stop!! Please stop this!” Kim cried out through her hysterical laughter. Of course, the pilot couldn’t hear her, and even if he could, aborting the jumpstart now would be tantamount to suicide so he ignored the suffering human and expertly maneuvered his craft out to space.
With another flick of the buttons, he engaged the weapons systems. In her coffin, Kim felt the probe on her g-spot come to life, pressing hard against her g-spot and vibrating against it. Despite the torturous tickling that she was undergoing, she responded to the pleasurable sensations. Satisfied, the pilot double-checked that his weapons system was functional and then headed out to his designated patrol.
In her bondage, Kim was suffering. The intense tickling was unbearable, but in her state, there was no escaping the tickling. Each stroke, each wiggle, each brush, each squirt inflicted the worst tickling Kim had ever experienced in her life. The stimulants that the head probe fed her ensured that she would stay awake throughout this ordeal so as to feed her energy to the plane.
But what was more horrific for Kim was the equally intense pleasure she was experiencing from the g-spot probe. The potent mixture of tickling and forced pleasure was literally driving Kim insane! She didn’t know whether she should laugh from the horrible tickling or to moan and groan from the equally intense pleasure being inflicted upon her. She was laughing and crying at the same time, moaning and screaming at the same time. It was pure torture.
The pilot flew over to a field of asteroids to check that there was no ambush. Using his lasers he destroyed a few of the smaller asteroids to ensure no enemy scouts were hiding there. Kim could only scream in ecstatic agony as the g-spot probe intensified its vibrations to drive her to orgasm, while maintaining the merciless tickling. “Arrggghh! AARRRGGGHHH!!! AAARRRGGGGGHHHHH!!” was all she could cry out, as she suffered the twin torments of pleasure and tickling. Unfortunately for Kim, each patrol duty took four hours, so she would have to undergo four more hours of this horrific torture.
The Laddrax tests had accurately identified Sergeant Kim’s masochistic tendencies and sent her to the fighter pilot station.
Captain Dana was trapped in a hellish world of torture herself, as she contributed her energy to the main engines. Unlike the shields or weapons systems that could essentially store up human energy, the main engines required constant energy input to keep it running. As such, only the fittest captives with the most endurance could be sent to this station.
Even then, despite the captive’s superior fitness, they still had to work in shifts for the Laddrax had yet to come up with a way to keep the humans conscious throughout a 24 hour torture cycle. There were two shifts working on the main engines at present, each taking twelve hours. While one shift was being tortured, the other was kept in suspended animation and pumped with nutrients to prepare them for the next cycle.
Dana was bound, naked, kneeling on a padded surface. Straps ensured that her feet were spread far apart, and she too was paralyzed. A cruel helmet was attached to her face, which encased her entire head and served effectively as a blindfold. Energy probes entered her head from the helmet as well. But the blindfold function was the least of Dana’s worries.
The helmet contained probes that extended into her ears and nostrils, which contained soft but firm fibrous filaments. The probes were rotating at high speed in a circular motion, mercilessly stimulating her helpless eardrums and nostrils. The Laddrax’s cruelty knew no bounds, as each probe in her ear and nostril rotated in the opposite direction from its twin probe.
For Dana, this form of torture was absolutely unbearable, and she was screaming hoarsely for this torture to stop, as she had been for the past few hours. She could hear the screams and pleas from her fellow captives. She was crying pitifully as well, the tears being absorbed into the material of her blindfold. There was no escape from this torture for Dana and her fellow engine room batteries. Worse still was the fact that in their paralyzed states, the slightest movements were denied them and they couldn’t even shake their heads to try to clear their ears and nostrils.
But that wasn’t the end of Dana’s torment. Two rotating brushes, reminiscent of electric toothbrushes, were tickling between Dana’s spread legs. The first brush was mercilessly brushing against her perineum, the bit of flesh between a woman’s nether regions and her anus. This was a new area of tickling to Dana and she had never known it was ticklish, but the Laddrax has experimented well and found that this was a prime tickling spot.
For Dana, this spot of tickling wasn’t the laughter-inducing type such as her armpits or belly, it was much worse than that. It was tickling that bordered upon the plateau of pure sensation alone and all Dana could do as the brush tickled her perineum was to scream for mercy.
The second brush was no less torturous; her spread position had parted her buttocks, exposing the rosebud of her anus to the second brush. As with the perineum tickling, Dana had never imagined her anus to be a tickle spot, but obviously the Laddrax knew better. As with her perineum, the tickling of her anus was nothing but pure torture, each bristle of the brush as it rotated extracting the most horrific screams of agony from Dana’s throat.
Ears, nostrils, perineum and anus- each region in itself capable of bearing unimaginable tickle torture, but combined together, it ensured that the engines had sufficient energy to run. Dana’s shift was far from over…
On the front deck of the Laddrax flagship, two officers were discussing the ongoing war with the human forces, their only worthy opponents stopping them from universal dominance.
“The human batteries are working better than expected; they’re giving us the edge in this battle against the human scum. I think it’s a great idea, using their own energy against themselves. It’s just a pity that the male species aren’t suited for battery use, so we can only use them for breeding stock.”
“Yes,” the second officer agreed. “Honor to the scientists back home who discovered this wondrous form of energy extraction,” he said, making the Laddrax sign of respect. “Amazing isn’t it, that human bodies cannot take pain for too long, but can endure prolonged tickling? It only goes to show that there really is a difference between pain and agony, as was argued by the disgraced philosopher back home. I’m sure he’s back in favor right now!”
“I agree. At this rate we’re progressing, it won’t be long before we start knocking on the door of the human’s planetary galaxy. Did you know, the statisticians at home estimate that there are over 1 billion humans on each supplementary planet like Mars, Jupiter and Venus, while their home planet Earth has over 6 billion humans!”
The other Laddrax officer thought for a moment then said, “with so many humans for the taking, we can not only power our ships, but we may be able to run our home planet Laddraxian on human energy for a long time to come!”
“Intensify forward shields and send out the fighter pilots!” the general of the Laddrax forces commanded aboard the flagship. “We must crush this human rebellion and show them who owns the universe!” A high pitched whine of machinery bore testament that the general’s order were being carried out.
“Incoming!” the forward watch officer screamed. The Laddrax troops braced themselves for impact as a salvo of quantum missiles rocketed towards the space craft. The impact was shaking and left the Laddrax troops scrambling to stay upright.
“Damage report!” the general shouted. “I want a damage report now!” he recalled how during the last battle with earth forces a ship hull had breached, spilling the Laddrax forces into the cold atmosphere, seeing them die in front of his eyes.
“Sir! No damage has been sustained!” the engineer reported incredulously. “The shields held off a quantum missile attack! The shield energy level is climbing back to 90 percent- no, 95 percent already sir!” The alien general smiled in satisfaction. Good, the scientists’ new energy source was working well. But it was time to go on the attack.
“Concentrate firepower to the earth flag ship! Destroy it and the human forces will crumble, and the victory is ours for the taking!” A salvo of bright energy bolts seared forth from the Laddrax ship aiming straight at the earth forces flagship. Under the unceasing barrage, the earth flagship buckled, and bright spots of explosion lit damaged areas. A Laddrax cheer of victory rose as they saw the emergency jettison pods eject off the stricken earth vessel.
“Mop up the remaining forces, and bring as many prisoners as you can locate,” the general ordered, as he surveyed the battle zone with great satisfaction. Yes, he thought to himself, with the new offensive and defensive weaponry we have developed, it will not be long before we shall rule the universe, he mused.
Star Captain Dana Tripp of the Earth Defence Force looked helplessly at her fellow prisoners, ensigns Susan Howe and Claire Steward, while staff sergeant Kim Sanders slept off the effects of concussion. The two ensigns were holding on to each other and crying in fear. The horror stories of Laddrax experimentation on human prisoners were still fresh in their minds.
Captain Dana was no less frightened, for this was the first time that she had ever seen a Laddrax ship hold off a quantum missile attack, one of the most potent offensive weapons of the Earth Defence Force. And the energy bolts that had disabled the earth flag ship so easily was new to her as well. It boded badly for the future, she thought.
The prisoners were brought to the inspection chambers aboard the Laddrax flagship, and they met with the general. They all stared in repugnance at the sight of their Laddrax captors, for they resembled a six-legged octopus, with the only difference being the piercing eyes of the Laddrax that spoke of a higher intelligence, easily on par with human intelligence.
“What are you going to do to us?” Star Captain Dana queried the Laddrax general.
“You will be tested, graded and then used,” was his cryptic answer. The ensigns broke out in a fresh bout of weeping at the hint of human experimentation, but their fate had been sealed and no amount of crying and pleading would change that, and in time to come, they all would be doing a lot of pleading and crying indeed.
The tests were almost instantaneous; Ensign Susan was graded “suitable for shield deployment”, Ensign Claire was graded “suitable for weapon deployment”, sergeant Kim was graded “suitable for fighter pilot deployment” and Captain Dana was graded “suitable for engine duties”. Following this, they were taken off separately to their respective stations.
Ensign Susan was a pretty twenty-ish girl, who hailed from the human-occupied planet Jupiter. She had signed on in the Earth Defence Force together with Claire straight from college, because they had been told they looked great in uniforms by their numerous boyfriends. But all that would be a thing of the past, for her new life was to start soon.
Her clothes were destroyed and she was bound to a table spreadeagled in a pod which reminded her ominously of a coffin. A glass barrier closed, enclosing her in her glass coffin while bound. Her struggles to escape were futile, but worse was to come when a small probe punctured into her back painlessly and linked with her spinal cord. Within seconds, her motor nerves had been disabled leaving only her sensory nerves working, and all movement was denied her. Her eyes widened in fear when she realized her hopeless position.
Tears streamed from her eyes as she saw other implements lower themselves onto her naked flesh. The experiments were going to start! She thought to herself fearfully. They’re going to tear me apart! They’re going to torture me! No! I don’t want to die! She thought hysterically.
To her surprise, the implements did not cause pain. A different sensation was created instead: tickling. Her feet were covered in tiny probes, which snaked even between her toes, while a clamp-like object was fixed to her knees. Two small probes ended at her bikini line and a vacumn-like object was placed on her belly. Probes attached themselves to her ribs and finally a synthetic hand was affixed to each of her underarms.
Poor Susan, just the light touch of the implements were more than enough to set her off laughing hysterically, such was her level of ticklishness. Her mind could barely imagine the tickle torture to come when the implements were activated! The Laddrax tests truly were accurate. Finally two probes attached themselves to her head, and then the torture truly started with the implements being activated.
The feet probes were constantly changing their function; while every inch of her feet were covered with probes, they could do different things. Some merely vibrated, while others grew bristles and started a torturous scrubbing of her feet. Others became sharp points that lightly scratched her soles and yet others squirted out water at a high pressure. Worse still, these probes never remained as they were for prolonged periods of time, but would randomly change function.
For Susan, the feet tickling was horrendous. There was no way she could anticipate what the probes would do and where they would attack. Regardless of what function they took, they tickled her helpless feet mercilessly. The clamps at her knees set into a kneading motion and it was worse than having her knees being kneaded by a human hand.
Worse still for Susan was the tickling being inflicted upon her bikini line. The probe on her left leg squirted out water in a thin line, directly along her super sensitive bikini line, moving from top to bottom, and when it reached the bottom, it changed to a small, whirring brush that swept away the water by traveling in the opposite direction this time, clearing her bikini line for the next onslaught of water tickling. The probe on her right leg was doing exactly the same thing, except in a different direction. Thus while the left leg probe would squirt water downwards and brush upwards, her right leg probe would squirt upwards and brush downwards. Susan was in tickle hell.
The vacuum-like object on her belly was a truly insidious design. Working upon her helpless belly, it could vibrate to provide the sensations of someone blowing raspberries on her tummy, as well as simultaneously inducing a massaging action upon the belly flesh.
The rib probes pressed and poked her ribs at random intervals while they vibrated mercilessly, driving the helpless captive to new heights of ticklish agony. The underarm synthetic hands randomly dug in its fingers, wiggling them in her helpless armpits, or used a light stroking motion, or thrummed its fingers in her armpits.
For Ensign Susan, who only wanted to look good in uniform, this was pure tickle torture. Every single nerve ending she had was being mercilessly stimulated by cruel tickling. Feet, knees, thighs, belly, ribs, armpits- no flesh was left untickled. The tickling was so intense for Ensign Susan that she was locked into a never-ending silent scream.
Her torture was being picked up by her head probes and it converted the ticklish agony she was suffering from sensation to electrical impulse, amplified the electrical impulse and sent it to the shield generators. In return, it pumped in nutrients and stimulants for Susan, to keep her healthy and awake for hours of tickle torture each day. Row upon row of helpless human captives in their glass coffins, now reduced to the role of batteries, kept the shields strong with their torment.
Ensign Claire, nineteen and pertly pretty, was in a hell of her own. She had been stripped and placed in a similar glass coffin to Susan’s. Similarly paralyzed, she was learning how the Laddrax created their devastating energy bolts. It was from her (and fellow prisoners’) sexual torments. More accurately, it was from their sexual pleasure. Each orgasm that the captives had created a great deal of electrical energy, which upon conversion to pure energy, could rival the impact of a human quantum missile. And unlike the quantum missiles, the human captives could produce an almost unlimited supply of orgasms with the right equipment.
Her breasts were snugly encased in suction cups that produced a gentle milking motion. Her nipples were trapped in rubber nubs that vibrated mercilessly. Her clitoris was similarly entrapped in a suction tube that simultaneously sucked and vibrated. Insidious probes were inserted to stimulate her g-spot. To top it all off, feathery substances lightly tickled her feet, adding to the torturous pleasure she was forced to undergo.
Oh no, oh no, not again! Ensign Claire thought to herself as the vibrations and stimulations drove her helpless body into the throes of yet another orgasm. She could only moan with unwanted pleasure. Once again the Laddrax tests were accurate in choosing sensual humans for this station.
Sergeant Kim had been stripped and placed in the glass coffin as well. Her bondage, though, was slightly different. Having to fit into the canopy of a Laddrax fighter plane required her coffin to be half the size of Ensigns Claire and Susan. Therefore, she was bound on her back, but with her feet secured above her head instead, such that she was bent double. She was similarly paralyzed to prevent any movement, for the slightest movement on her part could distract the Laddrax pilot in the heat of battle.
Kim was a seasoned veteran of the Earth Defence Force, and she had earned respect from the menfolk by giving as good as she got, while most women admired her because of her skills as well the way she filled out her uniform. If Ensigns Susan and Claire looked good in uniforms, Sergeant Kim looked great.
Unfortunately, none of that would save her now. Locked into the pilot’s canopy, Kim’s torment would be truly horrific. In her bent-over bondage, probes similar to Susan’s covered her feet, while the same synthetic hands explored her armpits. But while the tickling implements ended with her feet and armpits and skipping other ticklish zones, a small probe was inserted into her womanhood to stimulate her g-spot while she underwent the cruel tickling.
The Laddrax pilot that she would be serving under checked her bondage to ensure she was secured and would not move about. “We’re on patrol duty now, so we’re going to take off,” her captor informed her matter-of-factly.
Kim tried to plead for mercy, but the glass coffin was sound proof, and besides, the Laddrax would not be giving any mercy to his human battery. Ever since they had switched to using human batteries, the Laddrax pilots had been able to quadruple the range that they could travel, while the deflector shields were much better than the old ones. Weaponry, too, was vastly enhanced, with a virtually limitless supply of energy bolts to shoot at enemy planes.
A flick of a switch brought the energy probes to Kim’s head and after the connection was made, the feet and armpit tickling began. Kim tried to twist in her bondage, but her motor nerves had been paralyzed, so she was denied even the slightest movement.
“NOOHHHOHOHO!” She screamed with ticklish laughter, as the synthetic fingers on her left armpit stroked her helpless ticklish flesh, while the fingers on the right armpit dug into the soft outstretched skin and began wiggling away, ignorant of the torment it was causing to Kim. The feet probes were no less cruel, alternating between a brushing motion and a scratching motion.
The pilot checked the readings, satisfied that the power was building up well. At the threshold, he engaged the jumpstart that would fire his plane into the black maw of space. Kim’s tickle torture doubled in intensity, the fingers digging into her armpits mercilessly now, while the feet probes engaged its full repertoire of tricks to keep her feet equally amused.
“Stop!! Please stop this!” Kim cried out through her hysterical laughter. Of course, the pilot couldn’t hear her, and even if he could, aborting the jumpstart now would be tantamount to suicide so he ignored the suffering human and expertly maneuvered his craft out to space.
With another flick of the buttons, he engaged the weapons systems. In her coffin, Kim felt the probe on her g-spot come to life, pressing hard against her g-spot and vibrating against it. Despite the torturous tickling that she was undergoing, she responded to the pleasurable sensations. Satisfied, the pilot double-checked that his weapons system was functional and then headed out to his designated patrol.
In her bondage, Kim was suffering. The intense tickling was unbearable, but in her state, there was no escaping the tickling. Each stroke, each wiggle, each brush, each squirt inflicted the worst tickling Kim had ever experienced in her life. The stimulants that the head probe fed her ensured that she would stay awake throughout this ordeal so as to feed her energy to the plane.
But what was more horrific for Kim was the equally intense pleasure she was experiencing from the g-spot probe. The potent mixture of tickling and forced pleasure was literally driving Kim insane! She didn’t know whether she should laugh from the horrible tickling or to moan and groan from the equally intense pleasure being inflicted upon her. She was laughing and crying at the same time, moaning and screaming at the same time. It was pure torture.
The pilot flew over to a field of asteroids to check that there was no ambush. Using his lasers he destroyed a few of the smaller asteroids to ensure no enemy scouts were hiding there. Kim could only scream in ecstatic agony as the g-spot probe intensified its vibrations to drive her to orgasm, while maintaining the merciless tickling. “Arrggghh! AARRRGGGHHH!!! AAARRRGGGGGHHHHH!!” was all she could cry out, as she suffered the twin torments of pleasure and tickling. Unfortunately for Kim, each patrol duty took four hours, so she would have to undergo four more hours of this horrific torture.
The Laddrax tests had accurately identified Sergeant Kim’s masochistic tendencies and sent her to the fighter pilot station.
Captain Dana was trapped in a hellish world of torture herself, as she contributed her energy to the main engines. Unlike the shields or weapons systems that could essentially store up human energy, the main engines required constant energy input to keep it running. As such, only the fittest captives with the most endurance could be sent to this station.
Even then, despite the captive’s superior fitness, they still had to work in shifts for the Laddrax had yet to come up with a way to keep the humans conscious throughout a 24 hour torture cycle. There were two shifts working on the main engines at present, each taking twelve hours. While one shift was being tortured, the other was kept in suspended animation and pumped with nutrients to prepare them for the next cycle.
Dana was bound, naked, kneeling on a padded surface. Straps ensured that her feet were spread far apart, and she too was paralyzed. A cruel helmet was attached to her face, which encased her entire head and served effectively as a blindfold. Energy probes entered her head from the helmet as well. But the blindfold function was the least of Dana’s worries.
The helmet contained probes that extended into her ears and nostrils, which contained soft but firm fibrous filaments. The probes were rotating at high speed in a circular motion, mercilessly stimulating her helpless eardrums and nostrils. The Laddrax’s cruelty knew no bounds, as each probe in her ear and nostril rotated in the opposite direction from its twin probe.
For Dana, this form of torture was absolutely unbearable, and she was screaming hoarsely for this torture to stop, as she had been for the past few hours. She could hear the screams and pleas from her fellow captives. She was crying pitifully as well, the tears being absorbed into the material of her blindfold. There was no escape from this torture for Dana and her fellow engine room batteries. Worse still was the fact that in their paralyzed states, the slightest movements were denied them and they couldn’t even shake their heads to try to clear their ears and nostrils.
But that wasn’t the end of Dana’s torment. Two rotating brushes, reminiscent of electric toothbrushes, were tickling between Dana’s spread legs. The first brush was mercilessly brushing against her perineum, the bit of flesh between a woman’s nether regions and her anus. This was a new area of tickling to Dana and she had never known it was ticklish, but the Laddrax has experimented well and found that this was a prime tickling spot.
For Dana, this spot of tickling wasn’t the laughter-inducing type such as her armpits or belly, it was much worse than that. It was tickling that bordered upon the plateau of pure sensation alone and all Dana could do as the brush tickled her perineum was to scream for mercy.
The second brush was no less torturous; her spread position had parted her buttocks, exposing the rosebud of her anus to the second brush. As with the perineum tickling, Dana had never imagined her anus to be a tickle spot, but obviously the Laddrax knew better. As with her perineum, the tickling of her anus was nothing but pure torture, each bristle of the brush as it rotated extracting the most horrific screams of agony from Dana’s throat.
Ears, nostrils, perineum and anus- each region in itself capable of bearing unimaginable tickle torture, but combined together, it ensured that the engines had sufficient energy to run. Dana’s shift was far from over…
On the front deck of the Laddrax flagship, two officers were discussing the ongoing war with the human forces, their only worthy opponents stopping them from universal dominance.
“The human batteries are working better than expected; they’re giving us the edge in this battle against the human scum. I think it’s a great idea, using their own energy against themselves. It’s just a pity that the male species aren’t suited for battery use, so we can only use them for breeding stock.”
“Yes,” the second officer agreed. “Honor to the scientists back home who discovered this wondrous form of energy extraction,” he said, making the Laddrax sign of respect. “Amazing isn’t it, that human bodies cannot take pain for too long, but can endure prolonged tickling? It only goes to show that there really is a difference between pain and agony, as was argued by the disgraced philosopher back home. I’m sure he’s back in favor right now!”
“I agree. At this rate we’re progressing, it won’t be long before we start knocking on the door of the human’s planetary galaxy. Did you know, the statisticians at home estimate that there are over 1 billion humans on each supplementary planet like Mars, Jupiter and Venus, while their home planet Earth has over 6 billion humans!”
The other Laddrax officer thought for a moment then said, “with so many humans for the taking, we can not only power our ships, but we may be able to run our home planet Laddraxian on human energy for a long time to come!”
