Invisible Ink
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Chopped Liver Write-off!! Invisible Ink's RED SOLE diary " A Babe in Toyland "
A babe in toyland
A short story from Invisible Ink
“Mr. Paxter? “
The door was unlocked, so she assumed he was expecting her. The Paxter estate was incredible in its enormous size and the elegance of its décor. A simply stunningly beautiful ivory white grand piano was to Robin’s direct left as she entered through the thick, marble entrance doors. Straight ahead was an expensive looking runner carpet that lead to the golden entrance to the stairway, but with the elevator to her right, she wondered if those stairs ever saw any feet at all.
“I’m here about the house sitting position.. anyone here? “
Robin nearly kicked over a toy soldier holding a sign that explained one of Paxter’s many rules.
It said: “ SHOES OFF PLEASE “ As she sat to peel off her formal black tennis shoes, she started to realize something about the décor of this mansion. Among the elegant décor of the living room were many children’s toys all doing different little jobs in creative ways. This struck Robin as being a little strange for a man with no children. One of the examples of a toy working was the little mechanical monkey perched on top of the solid silver ashtray to the left of the elevator’s entrance doors. To operate this little performer, you’d shove unneeded tip of a cigar into it’s mouth, and it would gladly bite it off! Neat! After it finished, you’d hear it clapping and cheering as its eyes flashed yellow beams. If you wanted to access the library, a toy tank would happily force the door open, and double as a doorstop. Suddenly, a little robot designed to look like a French maid rolled up and down the carpet because her bottom was an vaccum. Either Mr. Paxter himself, or someone in his team had enhanced almost all of his everyday tools with a toy’s assistance.
Robin had stopped calling out for the owner of this massive toy house and started searching around for a human being instead. So far, this was proving to be one of the most unprofessional interviews she’d ever experienced. Quite frankly, she was getting a little ticked off and almost felt like just leaving. What made her mad was the fact that she had been on time ( actually, a little early )
Plus, she had gone out a bought a professional looking outfit that consisted of black slack pants, and a pink turtleneck sweater.
Not to mention the hours of time she put into perfecting the greatest resume of all time. All this, and he wasn’t even home?! Out of her twenty two years on this planet, seven of them had been spent working very hard. To earn money for college, Robin began babysitting for a few neighbors in the area. Some two months later, she was hailed as several neighborhood’s TOP choice in babysitting!
Moving from human animals ( kids ) to real animals was Robin’s next move. It offered more money, and a little more of a challenge for her. She loved to challenge herself, and knew it was time to stop doing something if she felt even the slightest bit bored with it. She had saved a butt load of money over the years, and she could honestly say that it was all on her. Bottom line, Robin was a trustworthy person and a professional worker.
When walking dogs and babysitting brats got a little “old hat “ for Robin, the only logical step was to go for it all and watch the entire household. Mr. Paxter was the first to answer the call, and damn, what an answer! He just so happened to live in the biggest estate in the city. Three levels ( two beneath the surface ), fifteen rooms in total, 2 kitchens, a private film theater, two pools, two acres of backyard, and a perfect duplication of an old pub that he loved as a teenager growing up. At first, Robin was terrified by Mr. Paxter’s offer. When she placed her add on the computer, she never expected to get a house of this size. On the flipside, she wanted to prove to herself and the people that knew her that this was just another challenge that she’d endure and concure as always. Deep down inside her though, that little voice of reason was screaming into a bull horn. Robin was starting to think that maybe she bit off a little more then she could chew this time. Of course, the money that Mr. Paxter was paying was the little hook keeping Robin right where she was.
“Twenty five dollars an hour..” – Mr. Paxter said during his brief phone conversation with Robin.
That, ladies and gentlemen, was an offer she couldn’t refuse. Up until today, the phone conversations had been the only contact she had with Mr. Paxter. From those conversations, he had found out that she was young, smart, and appeared to be very trustworthy. Robin on ther other hand, had learned very little about Mr. Paxter himself. He was sort of dodging certain questions about his personal life, and trying to keep the conversation about the job at hand. It was sort of weird talking to him on the phone because in a way, he never really answered any of her questions at all. It was almost as if he wasn’t even listening to her.
She got what she needed from him though, and knew that he was looking for a house sitter, not a maid! He claimed that the cleaning of the massive home was done by a group of hired professionals. Her main purpose would be to proof-read and type his unfinished novel before he returned from his vacation to Paris. She’d also play the role of the keyholder for every lock in the house. She’d have to ulock everything in the morning and lock it all up at night. This was her job, and Mr. Paxter expected nothing short of perfection.
If only that was the truth…
Mr. Paxter has plans for our little Robin that she couldn’t begin to imagine…
“Mr. Paxter???! “ – she raised her volume a little now as she explored more of the netrway room. Suddenly, a toy robot standing about a foot tall and dressed for some futuristic war rolled out of the door to Robin’s immediate right. She was startled and amazed all at once. The little guy was armed with a mini-broom that swished back and forth with the motion of it’s arms as it crossed the hard-wood floor. Following closely behind was a toy dog who’s nose had been modified into a dust sucking vaccum.
Giggling at the motions of the two toys, she continued her search. Paxter’s “ ying and yang” decorative techniques got more and more bizarre as she opened the doors to the parlor. Beautiful oil paintings were partnered with golden toy chests spilling toys everywhere. Highly detailed wine glasses and a cabinet of the best bubbly money could buy were being served by toy lumberjacks at the bar. As Robin leaned in to watch on of these lumberjack toys pour a glass of wine for her as she took a seat, the sounds of someone classically tickling the ivories filled the room. Robin jumped up and ran back the way she came as she prepared to finally meet the mysterious Mr. Paxter playing the piano. However, the pianist was not exactly your typical musician.
A detailed toy rabbit dressed in a luxury mini tuxedo sat at the piano’s bench and tickled those ivories well. Strangely, where little furry white paws should have been, a pair of maniquin like white hands were present. They were very human like, and moved accordingly to say the least. There was something creepy about their realism though, and Robin couldn’t help but take a few steps back as she started to rethink the idea of working here all of the sudden. She was, and always had been completely straight edged. Her tastes in movies were simple.. she didn’t like anything other then love stories and dramas. Her choice in clothing was always tasteful and respectable. Everything from velvet turtlenecks to ankle length dresses could be found within her closet at home. Even her private parts were usually tucked away under padded bras and tasteful bloomers. What a shame to hide such an incredible body though. She had cute and jiggling 34b’s, a gorgous face, not an ounce of fat, and one of the hottest butts in town. She had pretty legs and feet, but her toes needed to be painted. Sadly, a pedicure to Robin was just an excuse to have men pay more attention to her, and she wasn’t looking for that. The cherry on top of this pussy pie was her beautiful head of long, flowing dirty blonde hair. She didn’t even have to fuss with it in order for attention to be drawn towards her. She also wore glasses, but there was something incredibly hot about them. Something along the lines of every guys teacher fantasy..
The bunny kept playing the verse over and over again on Mr. Paxter’s grand piano. As the fifth time rolled around, Robin had reached the end of her patience level. The situation was just too weird for her no matter how much Paxter was going to pay her. At first, the little toys and the odd happenings around his massive estate seemed kind of interesting, but the rabbit tickling those ivories was the stray that broke this camel's back. She made her way back to the front walk way only to find surprise number 2 waiting for her...
"Where are my shoes?" She asked herself outloud.
Outraged, she began using her "sassy" tone of voice as she screamed for Mr. Paxter while desperately searching for her sneaks. Like a piece of chunky cheddar on a mouse trap, her little shoes rested calmly at the very top step of the stairway, but she hadn't seen them just yet. After another ten minutes of sneak searchin, she was ready to give up when the corner of her beautiful eyes caught a glimpse of the lost shoes. Relief washed over her like a wave crashing against the shore. Forget the shoes and leave is what she should have done. Robin should have just grabbed those pretty little shoes and ran home to her safe and normal life. Instead, curosity claimed another pussy...
An oakwood door to her direct left was slightly ajar. The soothing light from a neon green bulb could be seen slipping through the crack, and the sounds of a person deep in a phone conversation led to the conclusion that she had finally found the missing host himself; Mr. Paxter. Robin knew she didn't want the job anymore and felt that he had been completely unprofessional, however it'd only be fair to let him know she wasn't interested before just leaving. After lacing her shoes back up, she slowly rose to her feet and crept towards the slightly opened door. Robin knew that the voice she was hearing was Paxter, but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying.
Politely, she knocked before she began to open the door to it's full extent....
The last thing Robin saw as a free human being was a phone off the hook that was attached to a strange piece of machinery that looked like a cross between a voice recorder and a Starbuck's coffee maker.
Suddenly, three tubes with suction vacuums attached to them flew in Robin's direction at incredible speeds!! In a matter of seconds, all three of them made contact with her body with such an incredible impact! Those cute eyeglasses were smacked off as one of the three suction cups clamped over her face, while the other two clamped and sucked in her left breast and her tummy. Once those suckers clamped down, their hold was like cement. Robin screamed and struggled, but the overwhelming shock of the situation was too much for her timid mind. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back into her skull as she past out.
As the tubes retracted, they easily dragged her limp body with them. Her knees dragged across the carpet towards an opening in the wall. About a half minutes worth of travel, and it was like nothing had ever happened at all! A bookcase slowly slid back into place to cover the panel where those strange suction tubes emitted from.
For around five minutes, Robin was suspended by the tubes with their suction cups by her face, one breast, and her tummy. She looked so peaceful too, but it wouldn't last much longer. It wasn't long before the suction-tubes came to life once again, and lifted her body another foot or two towards the ceiling of this weird part of the house resembling an elevator shaft. Robin was at least twenty five feet from the ground below her feet, so the fact that she was out cold was a benefit to her mind. About five feet below her, indenical panels on either side burst open with a puff of steam and a loud gear grinding sound thay echoed throughout the shaft itself.
Two more suction tubes slowly slid out of these panels and paused. They were being adjusted to the perfect angle and degree before they started extending towards our lovely little prud. The suction heads clamped down onto both sides of her hips, and the material of her pants was easily sucked into the mouths of the vacuum. The sound of a bell in the distance started the process of undressing their freshly caught fly...
The tubes themselves slowly began retracting back to their original location, and to Robin's soon dismay, both sides of her pants were coming with them! The suction tubes struggled a bit with ripping the material of her pants, but her legs were easily spread wide open until they reached their breaking point. Another siren went off in the background, and soon two more little suckers were extending towards Robin's spread legs. The newcomers attached to the left and right side of her knees and sucked in the pant material. As the re-traction process started, the sounds of ripping and tearing echoed throughout the shaft. Robin's legs were spread to almost a suspended splits position before her pants tore between her legs. In a seconds worth of time, both halves of her pants were sucked up and gone!! As they came off and were sucked into the vacuum, her tennis shoes were smacked off her pretty feet. They dropped to the ground below and landed with a distant thud sounds. This left our little prude in a fair of full bottom panties, both socks, her velvet turtleneck, and her padded bra. Clearly, she was wearing too much clothing... Let's fix that shall we?
A strange siren began screaming as another panel directly behind Robin opened up. A candy stripped suction tube was now approaching towards our innocent little heroine. In a quick motion, the sucker clamped itself directly onto the center of her curvy rear end and sucked in her panties. Those k-mart specials were pulled super tight against her crotch as they were sucked inward. Less then fifteen seconds later, those ugly panties had vanished without a trace. As all of this was happening, Robin was in dreamland and completely unaware to the shedding of her clothing.
The howling of yet another siren began as something from deep below elevated slowly towards Robin's suspended body. The sucker holding her beautiful face pulled away, and left her hanging by her breast and her belly. From the darkness below, a rectangle shape was on it's way to her. The color and it's purpose was still undetermined at this point.
Suddenly, Robin's right leg twitched a little, and she moaned. The "sensible and professional" makeup that she had chosen for the interview was smeared all over her pretty face like a clown. Her bangs were plastered against her sweaty forehead. As Robin slowly came to, a little drool leaked from the corners of her mouth. That weird rectangle shape was now directly beneath the soles of her socked feet.
At first glance, you'd have said it was a dark red mattress attached to a pole that coulde elevate or descend itself up and down that shaft. You'd be half right in your guessing...
Robin had most of her senses back at this point. Her eyes opened and shut as tears rolled down her cheeks, and her nostrils flared out as her body came back online. Soon, the feeling of suspension washed over her and slapped her panic mode into full effect!!! Her eyes widened with terror at the feeling of having nothing below her feet! Her breathing pattern increased to an unsteady level as she sensed that most of her clothing was had been removed! She twisted her head to the left, and...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
That loud scream of shock echoed throughout that shaft longer then any of their previous victims had done before...
The suckers sensed her movements, and like clockwork, the suction stopped and she was released. Another loud yelp was heard as she
landed butt down on the red rectangle below her. It felt like a really comfortable mattress, and it was hard feeling frightened while laying in it. Whatever material it was made out of was designed for pure relaxation. It seemed to contour to her every curve and muscle in her sexy body. Unfortnuately, this was more of a venus pussy trap and less of a day bed....
As Robin attempted to raise herself to her knees, the four corners of the trap lifted and began to connect with each other over the course of five seconds. The muffled screams and banging of fists were getting harder and harder to hear as the trap slowly descended back into the unknown.
Robin wasn't taking to this very well being that she was a very chlostrophobic person. This strange situation was like something out of her worst nightmares. She screamed and screamed, but her cries fell on unemotional robotic ears...
The duration of the trip was rather short lived, but if Robin was even the slightest bit TICKLISH, then things would only get worse from here. There was sudden jolt, followed by a loud mechcanical screeching sound!!
Dear god, was something about to break??
The enclosure holding Robin had reached the bottom and step two was ready to begin. Like a judge's javelin, the whole trap swung to the left in a hammer down motion. The four corners of the trap began to seperate as they prepared to let their little victim fall out. Robin quickly grasped the side of that mattress and hung on her dear life! The poor thing was in tears at this point and her fingernails had practically torn into the fabric like the claws of a frightened pussy cat. If things weren't weird enough already, a circular cover opened up to reveal a tube shaped water slide going one way, STRAIGHT DOWN!!
A beacon flashed a blue light and suddenly, the mattress received a violent shove forward. This was done to throw Robin into the slide's entrance, but the machine didn't anticipate an alert prisoner. Normally, their victims were still out cold for this part of the capture. Robin's body bounced off the surface as the massive recoil spring system rolled back for it's second try.
"NO!! " She screamed, spitting a little.
" No please HELP ME!!! SOMEONE SAVE ME NOW!!!!"
She shouted as her body slid swiftly down the tube slide. Her speed was incredible due to the fact that this wasn't water in this slide, it was more like the oil used in wrestling matches. Robin's half naked body was now properly greased up as she rolled down the slide. She was able to position herself so that she was sliding feet first and her rear end took most of the grease as opposed to her belly. Robin's speed was increasing as the tube itself seemed to be shrinking down and getting darker. Only questions left without answers bounced back and forth within the walls of her troubled mind as she did everything she could to hold that position so her face didn't get greased. Robin closed her eyes, and tried to find a happy place....
Things got even worse as she approached the end of the ride. The further she slid down that slide, the thinner the tube was becoming!! In fact, she had now hit a point in the slide where was no longer able to slide any further. She had reached the end of the tube slide, but the opening was big enough for only two parts of her body.
The tube's opening allowed her greasy and socked covered feet to protrude through, but the rest of her body wasn't budging. Her cute feet wriggled and wiggled like flippers in some sort of dark room while the rest of her waited in mystery. The once completely dark room now revealed as an overhead light slowly flickered into life. The room where Robin's socked soles were in was just as lifeless in the light as it had been in the dark. It was so dull and boring with it's grey walls and ceilings. The floor appeared to be riddled with panels, but other then that everything was flat and stale. I'd compare it to the look of being inside the stomach of a robot....
"Can someone hear out there??" Robin shouted.
With no response, she began the difficult process of wriggling her way out of that tube as if she was a little worm. To Robin's advantage, the opening of the tube slide was extremely flexible, and since her body was greased up, she had little trouble with the task at hand. She was an athletic kind of girl with a body to prove and the flexibilty to flaunt it. She was very fast, and very strong both in body and in mind. Shifting from left to right, she eventually forced her way out of the tube almost mimicking the look of when her mother gave birth to her! Using her feet to feel for the ground, Robin rolled out of the tube and onto the damp floor of this holding cell...
In her initial scan, she saw no sign of a door or a window. In fact, there was nothing but panels in different shapes and sizes scattered all over this dull room. Robin began to panic as the thought of rotting in this place flashed through her mind. She shivered at the thought as she started thinking up ways to get herself out of this place. Rotting and waiting here in this room, no way. She was smart enough to get herself out of this....
Plan B.
Using all of her upper body strength, Robin pulled herself up and into the tube's entrance. Her long reddish brown hair and pretty face were now smeared in the oil as she desperately tried clawing her way back up the tube. The entrance expanded as her head and shoulders pushed through, but as she tried sliding her naked ass up, she lost her grip and was pooped out only to be slammed against the hard floor below.
"Arrrgghh!! Darn it to Heck!! Now what??" She shouted angrily to herself.
There were obvious signs of anxiety in her voice. She was starting to lose a little of that confidence that was holding her sanity in one piece for the moment. Frantically, she again jumped up the tube and tried pulling herself in.
!!WhaM!!! A thud echoed through the room as she fell for the second time. Robin crawled out to the center of the room and started sobbing. Although she was a strong young woman, this was just too much for her to handle. It was only right then that things started getting really weird...
A panel underneath her body split open to reveal and release a three-fingered robotic claw attached to a thick metallic coil tube. ( Picture the claw from one of those stuffed animal grabbing machines that steal all your money at Chuck E. Cheese ) In less then two seconds flat, the claw clamped itself around her waist! Two of the long fingers clamped down around her waist just above each of her hips, while the third finger slid between the cheeks of her rear end and up against her nude and very virgin crotch...
" AaaaaAAAAHHH!!!! HEY!!! LET ME GO!!!!! aAAAAaaaaahhh!!!!!" -Robin screamed in shocked terror as she was lifted into the air.
The claw lifted Robin off the ground with her belly facing the ceiling. Her arms and legs swung and kicked, and she screamed as she was being raised another six feet into the air from the floor below!! Those three fingers were padded for her protection, but so cold!! Suddenly, about six more panels slid open with a burst of steam as six smaller versions of the claw holding her now extended outward. Four of them tried attaching to her wrists and her wiggling ankles. She continued to fight off these invaders, but was losing control of her body all too quickly. The claws finally grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs upward until the soles of her socked feet were facing the ceiling. To stop the claws from grabbing her hands, she quickly placed them together and tucked them behind her back tightly. The robotic claws attempted to adjust their necks in order to reach that degree, but ultimately it couldn't be done. Whew! She's a smart one, but lets see her handle this....
Another panel from the floor below Robin burst open to fire a medium sized clamping claw. This one seemed to have a mind of it's own, and looked absolutely disturbing with it's flickering red lights and shiny metallic features. This little robotic devil snagged Robin's elbows and clamped them together behind her back!!!
"AaaaaaaaAAAaaahhh!!! NO!! NO!!!! PLEASE!! YOU'RE HURTING ME~!!!!! STOP THIS!!!!" She shouted in agony.
Emotion was nothing but a meaningless word in the language to these machines. Therefore, all the sorrowful tears in the world wouldn't save her now. At this point, Robin was rendered completely helpless and was now at the mercy of whomever was pulling the strings of these robotic terrors.Now that she was disabled, several claws joined the party and had a field day with her struggling figure. At this point in time, almost every panel in that room had been slid open. The only difference now were the types of robotic devices joining the fun. Several new models were now showing their crude and perverted faces to the freshly caught captive. One of these unfriendly additions was a cute couple known as Mr. and Mrs. Suck Tickle! These blue and black stripped robotic arms had suction cup heads in the form of the human foot. Two more claws helped to steady Robin's struggling legs by clamping down on her knees, and pulling her legs further apart. Poor Robin had never felt so humilated, and had never been exposed in such a way before! In hopes that someone working maintence in the Paxter estate would hear her, she screamed at the top of her lungs until her voice nearly gave out.
Sadly, it was obvious that those foot suckers were going to succeed in the capture of her socked soles no matter what she did. First, they hovered over her feet like a pair of vultures admiring a freshly deceased animal. Then, the sucking power kicked up a few notches and quite literally sucked her feet into the cups like metal to a magnet!! Within a few seconds, those greasy oil of hers had vanished and her feet were now completely bare! At this point,our little virgin was totally nude down to her turtleneck and bra. That wouldn't last long though...
Several minutes later, strains of her velvet turtleneck and chunks of that padded bra were scattered beneath her wriggling body like confetti. Our little Robin was absolutely naked now, and in the robotic hands of VERY DISTURBED person. Dozens of strange looking devices all with different purposes were now adding to her torment. Robin's naked body served as a chunk of meat in a scene that looked like a bizarre feeding frenzy, only for robots instead of sharks. Oddly, she hadn't seen hind nor hair of an actual human person yet. Machines, although powerful and very intelligent are useless without someone to throw the switch...
Four claws clamped onto Robin's arms at the elbows and wrists . Another one clamped itself around her neck, but not enough to choke her. Finally, the MOST devious of the devices was making it's entrance, but Robin hadn't seen this one yet. She was too busy struggling with all her might in a foolish attempt to actually get loose and escape! The devious newcomer was a pair of white robotic hands that resembled the ones that the rabbit was using to tickle the ivories earlier. Unfortunately, they brought about four of their twins with them as they approached Robin.
"OOHHH GOD!! OH GOD NO!!!!" She shouted as she watched four of these weird looking hands rise from the floor around her.
If you guessed she wasn't happy to see them, go to the kitchen and get yourself a cookie! In prepartion for the upcoming tickling assault they were about to dish out, the hands all flexed their fingers and strecthed out as if they were living hands. God, it was so creepy to see it all happening before her little eyes. A situation like this one was at one point considered non-reality. In Robin's library world, these situations just didn't exist. Her eyes hardly believed what they told her brain the fingertips of each hand popped off to reveal a rapidly moving snake-tounge like wire tickler. Her heartrate increased in speed as her eyes darted back and forth. She started to sweat as she began having a slight panic attack.
"Please!!!! Get me out of here now!!! Somone help me please!!!!" She cried out desperately.
The biggest panel in the room was at the direct center of the wall in front of Robin's vision. Up until now, that panel hadn't moved an inch. Slowly, that massive slate of metal covering the unknown began to roll to the left. At this point, she didn't know what was worse. The fear of what was already in the room with her, or the fear of what was to cum....
It appeared to be a flat screen T.V. with a layout of a female human body. She saw her face scroll by the screen, followed by some very private information about her like her address, phone number, and exactly how many pubic hairs were on her mound. You know, the usual stalker stuff.
Robin screamed as that big claw holding her waist lifted her up another foot into the air. The claw's finger covering her pussy and quivering anus slithered back into the claw itself and left her completely wide open and fully exposed. The image of the female body was suddenly divided and split up into seven individual images of possible target areas. Robin's feet, stomach, rib sides, crotch, legs and buttocks, neck, and her breasts each had their own screen. It was so silent in that chamber that you might have heard a flea shit his trousers.
Two of those creepy hands gathered around the sides of her sensitive neck. She cringed as she felt the slithering little wires wiggling through her hanging hair as they approached. They were coming alongside her neck on both the left and right all at once. The little wires suddenly changed form and went from wriggling snake tounges to more of a vibrating stick. Apparently, these little ticklers would change their form based on what had proven to tickle the most during their "research" with the others. Now, without permission from the ticklee, those little rods slowly ran up and down the sides of her neck.
Robin immediately burst out into giggles as the little hairs on the back of her neck stood erect. She couldn't believe how badly it tickled, and just how fast it got to her.
"haha aheae STOP!!!!!" She cried, giggling like a school girl.
She started crying a little as the little rods rolled back and forth. She tried bending her frightened head away, but the clamp holding her neck was too tough. When they started tickling her just under the chin, she freaked out and lost it!
"jhahahhe aahaa ehae aehaea ahea ahae aeh wait!! hae aehaea ahea hea!!!" She screamed with laughter despite her attempts not to give in.
On the screen in the background, a woman appeared in what looked like a nurse's outfit, only ten times as sexy as the normal version. She smiled at her wriggling victim and glared at her with her glowing green robotic eyes.
" Little baby girl is SO ticklish! Aren't you baby girl.." It said in a false female robotic voice.
The computer generated nurse crossed her arms and disappeared of the screen to reveal the words: Ticklish Level. 45%
The hands suddenly retracted back into the floor. The time and date of the experiment was documented, and the next target area was chosen.
The little screen with her stomach was now filling the entire monitor. The nurse once again returned, only this time she was naked down to thong with the red cross on the front and a pair of dark sunglasses. She was lying on a towel in a computer rendered beach front. The towel had a picture of Robin's face on it.
"Don't see the sun much do you." It said, mocking Robin's olive skin as she rubbed her tanned legs.
Refusing to have a conversation with a computer, she ignored the taunts and focused her efforts on escaping. She was strong enough to actually rock the claw back and forth, but getting out of it's grip was a whole different story. Robin still hadn't caught on to what the robot was doing here. In her life, tickling was something you'd do for fun, or to torture your younger brothers and sisters. Nothing more then a pratical joke if anything according to her.
She had no clue just how powerful a tickling fetish was to those who enjoyed it. Words like fetish, bondage, and ball gag were alien to her. Sex was to be simple and to be shared with that special someone. Unfortunately, Robin now found herself naked, helpless, and in the claws of tickling machines that didn't understand words like MERCY, COMPASSION, or REGRET.
It took three hands to test that tummy area of hers! Robin was overwhelmed with the giggles in lesss then two minutes flat. One slithered up between her legs and wiggled it's tips into her lower belly while the other two focused on the sides. As she chuckled endlessly, her little belly jiggled like a bowl full of jelly.
"HAHA Ehahe aheaea aheaea haehae knock it off okay!!! ahea aheha aehaea JuSt Stop!!!!!!" She shouted.
Robin was going totally crazy!! She was rocking that claw to it's foundation and was laughing so hard, she was spitting!!
Unfortunately, I wasn't refering to her mouth when I said she was spitting... Yes, our little "goodie no shoes" had a little accident.
" Stop!!! Hha eah AEHHAE hahea eaehhaeae haheaa e aeSTOP!!!!" She pouted.
-76%-
Looking back at the screen, you'd see Darwind in a judge costume pouring hot sauce all over the sexy computer nurse's vagina and licking her clean. Suddenly, she looks up at Robin and releases shes lost track of time! Snapping her fingers, the image clears and another body part was selected for a little tickling. This time, the soles of her feet were filling the screen. Robin winched and flopped around in discomfort as her feet were buzzed by the snake tounge ticklers, and she cringed as the rollers pushed their way in between her toes. Other then her struggling and a look of discomfort, she din't really seem that bothered by the foot tickling.
The nurse appeared again, only this time she was sitting in a pedicure spa.
"When was the last visit to the pedicure spa sweetheart? Your soles are tough as nails." She said, wiggling her toes as some nameless robot worked on her feet.
Ticklish level: 20%
Not ticklish on the soles of her feet? Had they accidently kidnapped a dud? Before we jump to conclusions, let's have them check her crotch area. The nurse flicked away and forced two body scanners to photograph Robin's naked rear end with thermal reading cameras. There was a lot of heat readings in this area, primarily around her vagina and anus regions. The hotter the reading, the more sensitive that area was...
The machines made a few minor adjustments in their Ticklish testers for their new target area. To our little tough girl's dismay, the computer had chosen her entire crotch area to be the next tested zone. Each and every inch of her most private areas would soon be prodded and teased in ways she never dreamed possible. For this test, they also made a few adjustments to her bondage position. The first change was a sudden drop in height as the claw holding her elbows lowered itself to the ground. Horrified that she was about to be dropped, Robin screamed in terror and immediately tried remaining as still as possible. False alarm though, they weren't planning on dropping her! Nothing to worry about silly! The only reason they lowered her was so that the top of her head would face the floor, and her entire overly exposed crotch would face the ceiling!!! The arms holding each of her legs suddenly released their unforgiving grip. For the first time in an hour, Robin had full control of her legs once again. She started to wiggle and kick around in happiness and relief. It was impossible for her to see what was hovering over her ass at that moment though. Instead of struggling, Robin decided to use her legs as more of a protection as oppsoed to a struggle. She brought her knees to her tummy and crossed her ankles in an effort to protect her more private of areas. This confused the machines for a brief moment, but they had a quick solution that would solve the problem...
A butt plug with a very light, but steady electrical charge was attached to an arm and raised from the floor by our lovely computer generated nurse. She smiled on the screen as she pulled thick blue gloves up over her hands as if she was doing a very invasive examination.
"oooohhhhhOOOHHH!!!!!!!:" Robin squealed as that nasty little invader made it's way between her buttcheeks and into her anus. She shouted and wiggled about until her legs were spread open and wriggling like the wings of a bird once again.
The robotic claws wasn't no time and immediately grabbed her thighs and pulled them downward. Then, the nurse directed them to actually press Robin's thighs against the sides of her own tummy. Now, her vagina was open and spread to its breaking point. She felt so humilated, but was in too much discomfort to really care that much about it now.
"Are you ready to be explored like you've never been explored before little one?" The nurse said, tipping an Indiana Jones cap and winking at her as the sounds from that series of movies played in the background.
She didn't answer, but the nurse wasn't exactly looking for one anyway. She just loved the idea of teasing these real women as they were deflowered and thrown into this twisted world of tickling madness. She would never have those true feelings, and although she loved the computer realm she was in, the idea of being a real woman constantly tortured her mind. With Robin's feet facing the floor, her legs were now more in the shape of an upside down V. Several dozen tickling machines now joined in on the party. They were there to annoy her, and to break her concentration as she tried to block out those tickling feelings. Two playfully flicked her nipples, while a group of others spanked her rear end and pulled on her toes. It was as if that nurse that placed them all into a free-for-all mode or something. Robin was screaming her head off in protest, but a hand close to her head quickly hit the mute button.
"mmmmmpphhhh!!!"
Two more covered her eyes to blind her ( which really pissed her off!! ) That angry reaction was nothing compared to her strong and highly disapproving reaction to the curious feathertip finger slowly circuling her exposed anus. She immediately froze up again, and began to spew one muffled rant after the other. That seemed to motivate this paticular hand even more as it continued around the rim of her anus, it carefully let a few other fingertips begin to wander. Robin's rants got more and more violent sounding and a lot louder as one of it's fingertips buzzed the living tickles out of her untapped clit. She was forced to experience something very new to her, and was not taking it very well.
From the center beneath her overly spread legs, the head of a Beaver done in solid chrome rose as the pole it was attached to came up from the floor.
Robin was unable to see the cute little creature's face, but she'd soon feel it in a very private area. You see, this was one of Mr. Paxter's very special ( and very private toys ) in his amazing house of weirdness. This was designed to bring the vagina unrelentless torment and terrible sexual frustration. Known around the house as the " The Beav, " and it's wrath had been felt by all five of the other special guests all quietly tucked away in their holding cells for the evening. Robin would soon be the sixth...
As the cartoonish faced Beaver rose just above her ANUS and settled with it's two huge front teeth resting comfortably on either side of her trembling clit, a voice from somewhere in the room explained the birds and the bees to our troubled little virgin. The hands covering her ears took a slight break for this one. They filled her head with horrible thoughts of masturbation and oral sex, and spoke of foreplay and kinky behavior in the bedroom.
" ::humming the Star spangled banner to herself::" Robin closed her eyes tightly and ignored these perverted messages.
"hmm.. hmm.. oooooohhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
That's when The Beav kicked into action and started buzzing her little pink bud like there was no tommorrow.
" Oohh!! ohhh!! ohh god!! stop!! stop it now!! I don't like it!! no stop!!!" Robin screamed as her nipples hardened.
The eyes of the beaver went slowly dropped as if to stare directly into her well, third eye if you will. It seemed to have something in mind for her quivering anus, and wasn't shy about sharing it with her. As the buzzing buck teeth of his sent young Robin into a frustrated, sexual overdrive, a short pink tounge shot out of the beaver's wide open metallic mouth and poked directly into her. This sent a crazed jolt up and down her spine, and forced Robin into some sort of strange struggle induced dancing motions. As she wiggled back and forth on the crane, a few of those naughty hands found their fingertips sliding over the curves of her rear end. As she laughed and cried, she glanced back and forth at the hands with her head motioning them not to do this anymore.
At first, all this helpless heroine did was protest against these feelings in anger. But after a little while, nature took it's course, and her body really began responding to her incredible sexual energy. She was getting soaking wet despite the fact that she disapproved of all of this nonsense. But if you looked close enough at her face, you'd swear she was smiling. You'd swear she was enjoying herself.
Robin's nostrils flare out as she continues to try and fight both the urges to scream with laughter and to cream all over herself hit her all at once. Her eyes closed tightly, and she was grittting her teeth. At this moment, she was happy to be alone in this place due to the humilation of actually starting to enjoy such crude behavior...
Suddenly, the beav pulls away and it's eyes roll into it's chrome skull.
-92%-
This was without a doubt Robin's most ticklish region. During the test alone, Robin was on the verge of her very first orgasm as her pretty pink privates were touched and tickled to no end. One orgasm was close to being completed, but the machines were far from done. They wanted to push her through at least 20, but they'd settle for fifteen....
A vent in the floor very close to her pretty face discharged a few puffs of sleeping gas. Robin gagged and coughed for a few seconds before she was out cold and sleeping peacefully in the grip of the machine's claw.
Exactly AN HOUR and fifteen minutes later-
Robin's cozy cat nap was followed by a very uncomfortable awakening.
" Ohhhh..." Robin says gasping in shock as she leans forward.
She was staring down an inverted ramp that was very dimly lit, and seemed to have no ending. She had been placed on the very edge of the floor leading down. One false step, and she'd be on her way down. At this point, she wasn't totally naked anymore. After all, I do have some dignity left in my mind somewhere. Her feet had been fitted with a lovely pair of pink and purple inline skates!! ( um, I'll keep looking for that dignity )
Her wrists were shackled to a chain overhead that connected to some sort of train track styled railing system above her. It seemed that if the big black box that the chain was attached to started moving, then she'd be forced to come along for the ride! The back of the skates ( just slightly behind the ankle ) had steel o-rings with cords attached. Whatever, or WHOever was at the other end of these cords was the ONLY thing keeping Robin where she was. She knew that time was not on her side down here, and she knew she was smart enough to get out of this. Robin tried the simple approach at first. She pulled at her wrists restraints, and tried pulling her feet out of the skates. No luck...
Next, she tried screaming for help.
"Someone please help me!!! I'm being kidnapped!! If you CAN HEAR ME, CALL THE POLICE!!!!"
Her sexy voice echoed down that scary looking ramp, and she felt more alone now then ever before. Being in that position, she couldn't help but to stare straight down and wonder. As creepy questions of where it ended and where exactly she even was rolled through her mind, drips of sweat tapped the slick looking floor just beneath her aching body. She arched her back in an attempt to look behind her, but immediately felt as if she was losing her balance. She straightened herself out as quickly as possible, and began to sob once again as her naked boobs jiggled back and forth.
Leaning slightly over the edge was a bit of an understatement. Robin was to so much as breath as the threat of tipping too far over the that edge would send her rolling down the slope to an unknown destination.
“Greetings Robin Baker.."-a disturbing female robotic voice said.
Robin's eyes scanned left to right in serch of the voice’s owner and where it had come from.
“ Hello…” – she replied, in a terrified tone
“Your presense is appreciated.” – the robotic voice replied
“Please, please release me! I have nothing to offer you! I’m an innocent person! “
“I’m afraid that is not possible for you have been chosen” .Chills crawled up and down her innocent spine.
“Chosen?! I refuse to be chosen! I’m pressing charges against you Mr. Paxter! “
-The robotic voice remained silent-
“Yeah, you thought maybe I wa just some foolish tramp right? You thought I wouldn’t know that it was you behind that silly voice disguise. You sir are a unprofessional and pscyotic lunatic! “
Suddenly, the plate hlding the back wheels of her skates lowered into the ground. Robin shrieked as she starts rolling forward until she is held back by the hook holding her wrists. Breathing heavily, Robin tries everything in her power to walk backwards in those damned skates.
“All we want is to TICKLE you Robin Baker..”
“You’re nothing but a rotten pervert Mr. Paxter!! “ –almost in tears as she continues to try and climb up the downward slope.
“We are afraid you are mistaken Robin Baker…”
-The robotic voice followed that statement with an even more bizarre one..
“Enjoy the girly giggle room…”
The hookbox attached to the rail system busted a pair of locks holding it in place. Ti her horror, the hook box began its descent into the unknown., and with Robin’;s wrists attached to the box by chains, she was swiftly dragged down aswell!! The loud roaring of the skate’s wheels filled the hall as the she rolled down the hall. As she ventured swiftly down te enclosed slope, she flew past different colored lights designed to mark half miles. Robin’s screaming and panic stricken face was lit in shades of pink, red, yellow, blue, and finally purple as the doors to the girly giggle room automatically swung open seconds before Robin’s body was swooshed in. The hook box came to a hault in the room’s dead center of the girly giggle room which was decorated in a weird mix of baby furniture and cruel bondage pictures with their captive’s being tickled in all sorts of different ways.
The pink doors to the room swung shut and locked on their own. The toys laying on the floor and in the oversized baby crib slowly became animated. A few of them started walking back and forth, while some of them clapped at the arrival of their freshest plaything…
“We know you are ticklish Robin Baker…”- The robotic voice repeated itself over and over
Suddenly, hundreds of panels in the floor, ceiling, and walls flung open. Robin’s expression was priceless as the anticipation of what would sprout from those panels had her on pins and needles.
A pair of white hands raised up from the panels directly below her feet and grabbed the skates by the wheels. Two more joined the fun and started unlocking the skates from her foot, while the original two yanked them towards the ground. Robin tried raising her legs by bending her knees, but it was too late for that nonsense now..
Her feet were soon bare once again as the skates were dragged to the floor. Soon after, an onslaught of white hands on extending poles filled the room all at once! Not hundreds, but thousands of hands were now surrounding Robin at every angle. From an aerial view, Robin’s chained wrists were now the only visible parts of her body as the hands covered her. They all started grabbing and tickling every single sexy inch of her naked body without mercy for her ticklish nature, or care for her sanity. If you listened really closely, you’d hear the screaming laughter of a once sane young woman echoing under the ocean of tickling hands and wriggling feather fingers.
The image of the girly giggle room was displayed on seven screens in Mr. Paxter’s private office. Behind his massive oak desk, you’d see the back of hius chair because he was facing the screens. A toy soldier strolled across the desk and fell to the ground with a loud thud, only to lift itself up, and keep on walking until it banged into Mr. Paxter’s left leg. His hand could be seen resting on the left armres of his leather bound desk chair. His skin would look grey and very pale to you if you saw it, and you’d think he might be unhealthy to say the least. There was of course a reason for this…
...Mr. Paxter was dead.
He had been dead for at least three months now. His body was slumped over to the right in his chair as he laid peacefully.
From scratch, Mr. Paxter had built the toys of this house with his creativity and devotion to the his work. His intentions were pure and honest, but something changed over the course of his death.
As Robin’s body reached new levels of exhaustion from the nonstop tickling, a machine close to Paxter’s phone suddenly came to life. From a digital phone book with nothing but listings of house sitters, the system randomly selected the name of the next potential house sitter. She would now join five others who had fallen victim to this house. The nurse within the computer punished these poor women for the simple fact that they were real and she was not. Unfortunately, the only emotion she had learned was anger. But now, this machine was started to understand the idea behind a new one. Something that has the power to rip lives apart and shatter dreams. Something that can change a man's life, look, and personality. Something that turned you green inside and out... Something called GREED. It would never be finished, and would always be left wanting more. Playthings like Robin eventually got boring and were forgotten. Soon, another " sitter" would be chosen. In fact, the system is already automatically dialing a phone number now.....
“Good Afternoon.. Sally Remington..” – said ther prerecorded voice of Mr. Paxter
" This is she, who’s calling please? “- She said with glee.
“Mr. Paxter, and I’m calling in regards to your ad. Tell me, what are you doing this weekend?” – he said in a chilling tone
The main doors to the estate closed and locked, followed by the exterior lights flicking on and the interiors shutting down. Mr. Paxter was no longer the head of this household. Instead, he would slowly decay in the biggest toy he ever created,
… his entire house!
- The end -
A babe in toyland
A short story from Invisible Ink
“Mr. Paxter? “
The door was unlocked, so she assumed he was expecting her. The Paxter estate was incredible in its enormous size and the elegance of its décor. A simply stunningly beautiful ivory white grand piano was to Robin’s direct left as she entered through the thick, marble entrance doors. Straight ahead was an expensive looking runner carpet that lead to the golden entrance to the stairway, but with the elevator to her right, she wondered if those stairs ever saw any feet at all.
“I’m here about the house sitting position.. anyone here? “
Robin nearly kicked over a toy soldier holding a sign that explained one of Paxter’s many rules.
It said: “ SHOES OFF PLEASE “ As she sat to peel off her formal black tennis shoes, she started to realize something about the décor of this mansion. Among the elegant décor of the living room were many children’s toys all doing different little jobs in creative ways. This struck Robin as being a little strange for a man with no children. One of the examples of a toy working was the little mechanical monkey perched on top of the solid silver ashtray to the left of the elevator’s entrance doors. To operate this little performer, you’d shove unneeded tip of a cigar into it’s mouth, and it would gladly bite it off! Neat! After it finished, you’d hear it clapping and cheering as its eyes flashed yellow beams. If you wanted to access the library, a toy tank would happily force the door open, and double as a doorstop. Suddenly, a little robot designed to look like a French maid rolled up and down the carpet because her bottom was an vaccum. Either Mr. Paxter himself, or someone in his team had enhanced almost all of his everyday tools with a toy’s assistance.
Robin had stopped calling out for the owner of this massive toy house and started searching around for a human being instead. So far, this was proving to be one of the most unprofessional interviews she’d ever experienced. Quite frankly, she was getting a little ticked off and almost felt like just leaving. What made her mad was the fact that she had been on time ( actually, a little early )
Plus, she had gone out a bought a professional looking outfit that consisted of black slack pants, and a pink turtleneck sweater.
Not to mention the hours of time she put into perfecting the greatest resume of all time. All this, and he wasn’t even home?! Out of her twenty two years on this planet, seven of them had been spent working very hard. To earn money for college, Robin began babysitting for a few neighbors in the area. Some two months later, she was hailed as several neighborhood’s TOP choice in babysitting!
Moving from human animals ( kids ) to real animals was Robin’s next move. It offered more money, and a little more of a challenge for her. She loved to challenge herself, and knew it was time to stop doing something if she felt even the slightest bit bored with it. She had saved a butt load of money over the years, and she could honestly say that it was all on her. Bottom line, Robin was a trustworthy person and a professional worker.
When walking dogs and babysitting brats got a little “old hat “ for Robin, the only logical step was to go for it all and watch the entire household. Mr. Paxter was the first to answer the call, and damn, what an answer! He just so happened to live in the biggest estate in the city. Three levels ( two beneath the surface ), fifteen rooms in total, 2 kitchens, a private film theater, two pools, two acres of backyard, and a perfect duplication of an old pub that he loved as a teenager growing up. At first, Robin was terrified by Mr. Paxter’s offer. When she placed her add on the computer, she never expected to get a house of this size. On the flipside, she wanted to prove to herself and the people that knew her that this was just another challenge that she’d endure and concure as always. Deep down inside her though, that little voice of reason was screaming into a bull horn. Robin was starting to think that maybe she bit off a little more then she could chew this time. Of course, the money that Mr. Paxter was paying was the little hook keeping Robin right where she was.
“Twenty five dollars an hour..” – Mr. Paxter said during his brief phone conversation with Robin.
That, ladies and gentlemen, was an offer she couldn’t refuse. Up until today, the phone conversations had been the only contact she had with Mr. Paxter. From those conversations, he had found out that she was young, smart, and appeared to be very trustworthy. Robin on ther other hand, had learned very little about Mr. Paxter himself. He was sort of dodging certain questions about his personal life, and trying to keep the conversation about the job at hand. It was sort of weird talking to him on the phone because in a way, he never really answered any of her questions at all. It was almost as if he wasn’t even listening to her.
She got what she needed from him though, and knew that he was looking for a house sitter, not a maid! He claimed that the cleaning of the massive home was done by a group of hired professionals. Her main purpose would be to proof-read and type his unfinished novel before he returned from his vacation to Paris. She’d also play the role of the keyholder for every lock in the house. She’d have to ulock everything in the morning and lock it all up at night. This was her job, and Mr. Paxter expected nothing short of perfection.
If only that was the truth…
Mr. Paxter has plans for our little Robin that she couldn’t begin to imagine…
“Mr. Paxter???! “ – she raised her volume a little now as she explored more of the netrway room. Suddenly, a toy robot standing about a foot tall and dressed for some futuristic war rolled out of the door to Robin’s immediate right. She was startled and amazed all at once. The little guy was armed with a mini-broom that swished back and forth with the motion of it’s arms as it crossed the hard-wood floor. Following closely behind was a toy dog who’s nose had been modified into a dust sucking vaccum.
Giggling at the motions of the two toys, she continued her search. Paxter’s “ ying and yang” decorative techniques got more and more bizarre as she opened the doors to the parlor. Beautiful oil paintings were partnered with golden toy chests spilling toys everywhere. Highly detailed wine glasses and a cabinet of the best bubbly money could buy were being served by toy lumberjacks at the bar. As Robin leaned in to watch on of these lumberjack toys pour a glass of wine for her as she took a seat, the sounds of someone classically tickling the ivories filled the room. Robin jumped up and ran back the way she came as she prepared to finally meet the mysterious Mr. Paxter playing the piano. However, the pianist was not exactly your typical musician.
A detailed toy rabbit dressed in a luxury mini tuxedo sat at the piano’s bench and tickled those ivories well. Strangely, where little furry white paws should have been, a pair of maniquin like white hands were present. They were very human like, and moved accordingly to say the least. There was something creepy about their realism though, and Robin couldn’t help but take a few steps back as she started to rethink the idea of working here all of the sudden. She was, and always had been completely straight edged. Her tastes in movies were simple.. she didn’t like anything other then love stories and dramas. Her choice in clothing was always tasteful and respectable. Everything from velvet turtlenecks to ankle length dresses could be found within her closet at home. Even her private parts were usually tucked away under padded bras and tasteful bloomers. What a shame to hide such an incredible body though. She had cute and jiggling 34b’s, a gorgous face, not an ounce of fat, and one of the hottest butts in town. She had pretty legs and feet, but her toes needed to be painted. Sadly, a pedicure to Robin was just an excuse to have men pay more attention to her, and she wasn’t looking for that. The cherry on top of this pussy pie was her beautiful head of long, flowing dirty blonde hair. She didn’t even have to fuss with it in order for attention to be drawn towards her. She also wore glasses, but there was something incredibly hot about them. Something along the lines of every guys teacher fantasy..
The bunny kept playing the verse over and over again on Mr. Paxter’s grand piano. As the fifth time rolled around, Robin had reached the end of her patience level. The situation was just too weird for her no matter how much Paxter was going to pay her. At first, the little toys and the odd happenings around his massive estate seemed kind of interesting, but the rabbit tickling those ivories was the stray that broke this camel's back. She made her way back to the front walk way only to find surprise number 2 waiting for her...
"Where are my shoes?" She asked herself outloud.
Outraged, she began using her "sassy" tone of voice as she screamed for Mr. Paxter while desperately searching for her sneaks. Like a piece of chunky cheddar on a mouse trap, her little shoes rested calmly at the very top step of the stairway, but she hadn't seen them just yet. After another ten minutes of sneak searchin, she was ready to give up when the corner of her beautiful eyes caught a glimpse of the lost shoes. Relief washed over her like a wave crashing against the shore. Forget the shoes and leave is what she should have done. Robin should have just grabbed those pretty little shoes and ran home to her safe and normal life. Instead, curosity claimed another pussy...
An oakwood door to her direct left was slightly ajar. The soothing light from a neon green bulb could be seen slipping through the crack, and the sounds of a person deep in a phone conversation led to the conclusion that she had finally found the missing host himself; Mr. Paxter. Robin knew she didn't want the job anymore and felt that he had been completely unprofessional, however it'd only be fair to let him know she wasn't interested before just leaving. After lacing her shoes back up, she slowly rose to her feet and crept towards the slightly opened door. Robin knew that the voice she was hearing was Paxter, but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying.
Politely, she knocked before she began to open the door to it's full extent....
The last thing Robin saw as a free human being was a phone off the hook that was attached to a strange piece of machinery that looked like a cross between a voice recorder and a Starbuck's coffee maker.
Suddenly, three tubes with suction vacuums attached to them flew in Robin's direction at incredible speeds!! In a matter of seconds, all three of them made contact with her body with such an incredible impact! Those cute eyeglasses were smacked off as one of the three suction cups clamped over her face, while the other two clamped and sucked in her left breast and her tummy. Once those suckers clamped down, their hold was like cement. Robin screamed and struggled, but the overwhelming shock of the situation was too much for her timid mind. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back into her skull as she past out.
As the tubes retracted, they easily dragged her limp body with them. Her knees dragged across the carpet towards an opening in the wall. About a half minutes worth of travel, and it was like nothing had ever happened at all! A bookcase slowly slid back into place to cover the panel where those strange suction tubes emitted from.
For around five minutes, Robin was suspended by the tubes with their suction cups by her face, one breast, and her tummy. She looked so peaceful too, but it wouldn't last much longer. It wasn't long before the suction-tubes came to life once again, and lifted her body another foot or two towards the ceiling of this weird part of the house resembling an elevator shaft. Robin was at least twenty five feet from the ground below her feet, so the fact that she was out cold was a benefit to her mind. About five feet below her, indenical panels on either side burst open with a puff of steam and a loud gear grinding sound thay echoed throughout the shaft itself.
Two more suction tubes slowly slid out of these panels and paused. They were being adjusted to the perfect angle and degree before they started extending towards our lovely little prud. The suction heads clamped down onto both sides of her hips, and the material of her pants was easily sucked into the mouths of the vacuum. The sound of a bell in the distance started the process of undressing their freshly caught fly...
The tubes themselves slowly began retracting back to their original location, and to Robin's soon dismay, both sides of her pants were coming with them! The suction tubes struggled a bit with ripping the material of her pants, but her legs were easily spread wide open until they reached their breaking point. Another siren went off in the background, and soon two more little suckers were extending towards Robin's spread legs. The newcomers attached to the left and right side of her knees and sucked in the pant material. As the re-traction process started, the sounds of ripping and tearing echoed throughout the shaft. Robin's legs were spread to almost a suspended splits position before her pants tore between her legs. In a seconds worth of time, both halves of her pants were sucked up and gone!! As they came off and were sucked into the vacuum, her tennis shoes were smacked off her pretty feet. They dropped to the ground below and landed with a distant thud sounds. This left our little prude in a fair of full bottom panties, both socks, her velvet turtleneck, and her padded bra. Clearly, she was wearing too much clothing... Let's fix that shall we?
A strange siren began screaming as another panel directly behind Robin opened up. A candy stripped suction tube was now approaching towards our innocent little heroine. In a quick motion, the sucker clamped itself directly onto the center of her curvy rear end and sucked in her panties. Those k-mart specials were pulled super tight against her crotch as they were sucked inward. Less then fifteen seconds later, those ugly panties had vanished without a trace. As all of this was happening, Robin was in dreamland and completely unaware to the shedding of her clothing.
The howling of yet another siren began as something from deep below elevated slowly towards Robin's suspended body. The sucker holding her beautiful face pulled away, and left her hanging by her breast and her belly. From the darkness below, a rectangle shape was on it's way to her. The color and it's purpose was still undetermined at this point.
Suddenly, Robin's right leg twitched a little, and she moaned. The "sensible and professional" makeup that she had chosen for the interview was smeared all over her pretty face like a clown. Her bangs were plastered against her sweaty forehead. As Robin slowly came to, a little drool leaked from the corners of her mouth. That weird rectangle shape was now directly beneath the soles of her socked feet.
At first glance, you'd have said it was a dark red mattress attached to a pole that coulde elevate or descend itself up and down that shaft. You'd be half right in your guessing...
Robin had most of her senses back at this point. Her eyes opened and shut as tears rolled down her cheeks, and her nostrils flared out as her body came back online. Soon, the feeling of suspension washed over her and slapped her panic mode into full effect!!! Her eyes widened with terror at the feeling of having nothing below her feet! Her breathing pattern increased to an unsteady level as she sensed that most of her clothing was had been removed! She twisted her head to the left, and...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
That loud scream of shock echoed throughout that shaft longer then any of their previous victims had done before...
The suckers sensed her movements, and like clockwork, the suction stopped and she was released. Another loud yelp was heard as she
landed butt down on the red rectangle below her. It felt like a really comfortable mattress, and it was hard feeling frightened while laying in it. Whatever material it was made out of was designed for pure relaxation. It seemed to contour to her every curve and muscle in her sexy body. Unfortnuately, this was more of a venus pussy trap and less of a day bed....
As Robin attempted to raise herself to her knees, the four corners of the trap lifted and began to connect with each other over the course of five seconds. The muffled screams and banging of fists were getting harder and harder to hear as the trap slowly descended back into the unknown.
Robin wasn't taking to this very well being that she was a very chlostrophobic person. This strange situation was like something out of her worst nightmares. She screamed and screamed, but her cries fell on unemotional robotic ears...
The duration of the trip was rather short lived, but if Robin was even the slightest bit TICKLISH, then things would only get worse from here. There was sudden jolt, followed by a loud mechcanical screeching sound!!
Dear god, was something about to break??
The enclosure holding Robin had reached the bottom and step two was ready to begin. Like a judge's javelin, the whole trap swung to the left in a hammer down motion. The four corners of the trap began to seperate as they prepared to let their little victim fall out. Robin quickly grasped the side of that mattress and hung on her dear life! The poor thing was in tears at this point and her fingernails had practically torn into the fabric like the claws of a frightened pussy cat. If things weren't weird enough already, a circular cover opened up to reveal a tube shaped water slide going one way, STRAIGHT DOWN!!
A beacon flashed a blue light and suddenly, the mattress received a violent shove forward. This was done to throw Robin into the slide's entrance, but the machine didn't anticipate an alert prisoner. Normally, their victims were still out cold for this part of the capture. Robin's body bounced off the surface as the massive recoil spring system rolled back for it's second try.
"NO!! " She screamed, spitting a little.
" No please HELP ME!!! SOMEONE SAVE ME NOW!!!!"
She shouted as her body slid swiftly down the tube slide. Her speed was incredible due to the fact that this wasn't water in this slide, it was more like the oil used in wrestling matches. Robin's half naked body was now properly greased up as she rolled down the slide. She was able to position herself so that she was sliding feet first and her rear end took most of the grease as opposed to her belly. Robin's speed was increasing as the tube itself seemed to be shrinking down and getting darker. Only questions left without answers bounced back and forth within the walls of her troubled mind as she did everything she could to hold that position so her face didn't get greased. Robin closed her eyes, and tried to find a happy place....
Things got even worse as she approached the end of the ride. The further she slid down that slide, the thinner the tube was becoming!! In fact, she had now hit a point in the slide where was no longer able to slide any further. She had reached the end of the tube slide, but the opening was big enough for only two parts of her body.
The tube's opening allowed her greasy and socked covered feet to protrude through, but the rest of her body wasn't budging. Her cute feet wriggled and wiggled like flippers in some sort of dark room while the rest of her waited in mystery. The once completely dark room now revealed as an overhead light slowly flickered into life. The room where Robin's socked soles were in was just as lifeless in the light as it had been in the dark. It was so dull and boring with it's grey walls and ceilings. The floor appeared to be riddled with panels, but other then that everything was flat and stale. I'd compare it to the look of being inside the stomach of a robot....
"Can someone hear out there??" Robin shouted.
With no response, she began the difficult process of wriggling her way out of that tube as if she was a little worm. To Robin's advantage, the opening of the tube slide was extremely flexible, and since her body was greased up, she had little trouble with the task at hand. She was an athletic kind of girl with a body to prove and the flexibilty to flaunt it. She was very fast, and very strong both in body and in mind. Shifting from left to right, she eventually forced her way out of the tube almost mimicking the look of when her mother gave birth to her! Using her feet to feel for the ground, Robin rolled out of the tube and onto the damp floor of this holding cell...
In her initial scan, she saw no sign of a door or a window. In fact, there was nothing but panels in different shapes and sizes scattered all over this dull room. Robin began to panic as the thought of rotting in this place flashed through her mind. She shivered at the thought as she started thinking up ways to get herself out of this place. Rotting and waiting here in this room, no way. She was smart enough to get herself out of this....
Plan B.
Using all of her upper body strength, Robin pulled herself up and into the tube's entrance. Her long reddish brown hair and pretty face were now smeared in the oil as she desperately tried clawing her way back up the tube. The entrance expanded as her head and shoulders pushed through, but as she tried sliding her naked ass up, she lost her grip and was pooped out only to be slammed against the hard floor below.
"Arrrgghh!! Darn it to Heck!! Now what??" She shouted angrily to herself.
There were obvious signs of anxiety in her voice. She was starting to lose a little of that confidence that was holding her sanity in one piece for the moment. Frantically, she again jumped up the tube and tried pulling herself in.
!!WhaM!!! A thud echoed through the room as she fell for the second time. Robin crawled out to the center of the room and started sobbing. Although she was a strong young woman, this was just too much for her to handle. It was only right then that things started getting really weird...
A panel underneath her body split open to reveal and release a three-fingered robotic claw attached to a thick metallic coil tube. ( Picture the claw from one of those stuffed animal grabbing machines that steal all your money at Chuck E. Cheese ) In less then two seconds flat, the claw clamped itself around her waist! Two of the long fingers clamped down around her waist just above each of her hips, while the third finger slid between the cheeks of her rear end and up against her nude and very virgin crotch...
" AaaaaAAAAHHH!!!! HEY!!! LET ME GO!!!!! aAAAAaaaaahhh!!!!!" -Robin screamed in shocked terror as she was lifted into the air.
The claw lifted Robin off the ground with her belly facing the ceiling. Her arms and legs swung and kicked, and she screamed as she was being raised another six feet into the air from the floor below!! Those three fingers were padded for her protection, but so cold!! Suddenly, about six more panels slid open with a burst of steam as six smaller versions of the claw holding her now extended outward. Four of them tried attaching to her wrists and her wiggling ankles. She continued to fight off these invaders, but was losing control of her body all too quickly. The claws finally grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs upward until the soles of her socked feet were facing the ceiling. To stop the claws from grabbing her hands, she quickly placed them together and tucked them behind her back tightly. The robotic claws attempted to adjust their necks in order to reach that degree, but ultimately it couldn't be done. Whew! She's a smart one, but lets see her handle this....
Another panel from the floor below Robin burst open to fire a medium sized clamping claw. This one seemed to have a mind of it's own, and looked absolutely disturbing with it's flickering red lights and shiny metallic features. This little robotic devil snagged Robin's elbows and clamped them together behind her back!!!
"AaaaaaaaAAAaaahhh!!! NO!! NO!!!! PLEASE!! YOU'RE HURTING ME~!!!!! STOP THIS!!!!" She shouted in agony.
Emotion was nothing but a meaningless word in the language to these machines. Therefore, all the sorrowful tears in the world wouldn't save her now. At this point, Robin was rendered completely helpless and was now at the mercy of whomever was pulling the strings of these robotic terrors.Now that she was disabled, several claws joined the party and had a field day with her struggling figure. At this point in time, almost every panel in that room had been slid open. The only difference now were the types of robotic devices joining the fun. Several new models were now showing their crude and perverted faces to the freshly caught captive. One of these unfriendly additions was a cute couple known as Mr. and Mrs. Suck Tickle! These blue and black stripped robotic arms had suction cup heads in the form of the human foot. Two more claws helped to steady Robin's struggling legs by clamping down on her knees, and pulling her legs further apart. Poor Robin had never felt so humilated, and had never been exposed in such a way before! In hopes that someone working maintence in the Paxter estate would hear her, she screamed at the top of her lungs until her voice nearly gave out.
Sadly, it was obvious that those foot suckers were going to succeed in the capture of her socked soles no matter what she did. First, they hovered over her feet like a pair of vultures admiring a freshly deceased animal. Then, the sucking power kicked up a few notches and quite literally sucked her feet into the cups like metal to a magnet!! Within a few seconds, those greasy oil of hers had vanished and her feet were now completely bare! At this point,our little virgin was totally nude down to her turtleneck and bra. That wouldn't last long though...
Several minutes later, strains of her velvet turtleneck and chunks of that padded bra were scattered beneath her wriggling body like confetti. Our little Robin was absolutely naked now, and in the robotic hands of VERY DISTURBED person. Dozens of strange looking devices all with different purposes were now adding to her torment. Robin's naked body served as a chunk of meat in a scene that looked like a bizarre feeding frenzy, only for robots instead of sharks. Oddly, she hadn't seen hind nor hair of an actual human person yet. Machines, although powerful and very intelligent are useless without someone to throw the switch...
Four claws clamped onto Robin's arms at the elbows and wrists . Another one clamped itself around her neck, but not enough to choke her. Finally, the MOST devious of the devices was making it's entrance, but Robin hadn't seen this one yet. She was too busy struggling with all her might in a foolish attempt to actually get loose and escape! The devious newcomer was a pair of white robotic hands that resembled the ones that the rabbit was using to tickle the ivories earlier. Unfortunately, they brought about four of their twins with them as they approached Robin.
"OOHHH GOD!! OH GOD NO!!!!" She shouted as she watched four of these weird looking hands rise from the floor around her.
If you guessed she wasn't happy to see them, go to the kitchen and get yourself a cookie! In prepartion for the upcoming tickling assault they were about to dish out, the hands all flexed their fingers and strecthed out as if they were living hands. God, it was so creepy to see it all happening before her little eyes. A situation like this one was at one point considered non-reality. In Robin's library world, these situations just didn't exist. Her eyes hardly believed what they told her brain the fingertips of each hand popped off to reveal a rapidly moving snake-tounge like wire tickler. Her heartrate increased in speed as her eyes darted back and forth. She started to sweat as she began having a slight panic attack.
"Please!!!! Get me out of here now!!! Somone help me please!!!!" She cried out desperately.
The biggest panel in the room was at the direct center of the wall in front of Robin's vision. Up until now, that panel hadn't moved an inch. Slowly, that massive slate of metal covering the unknown began to roll to the left. At this point, she didn't know what was worse. The fear of what was already in the room with her, or the fear of what was to cum....
It appeared to be a flat screen T.V. with a layout of a female human body. She saw her face scroll by the screen, followed by some very private information about her like her address, phone number, and exactly how many pubic hairs were on her mound. You know, the usual stalker stuff.
Robin screamed as that big claw holding her waist lifted her up another foot into the air. The claw's finger covering her pussy and quivering anus slithered back into the claw itself and left her completely wide open and fully exposed. The image of the female body was suddenly divided and split up into seven individual images of possible target areas. Robin's feet, stomach, rib sides, crotch, legs and buttocks, neck, and her breasts each had their own screen. It was so silent in that chamber that you might have heard a flea shit his trousers.
Two of those creepy hands gathered around the sides of her sensitive neck. She cringed as she felt the slithering little wires wiggling through her hanging hair as they approached. They were coming alongside her neck on both the left and right all at once. The little wires suddenly changed form and went from wriggling snake tounges to more of a vibrating stick. Apparently, these little ticklers would change their form based on what had proven to tickle the most during their "research" with the others. Now, without permission from the ticklee, those little rods slowly ran up and down the sides of her neck.
Robin immediately burst out into giggles as the little hairs on the back of her neck stood erect. She couldn't believe how badly it tickled, and just how fast it got to her.
"haha aheae STOP!!!!!" She cried, giggling like a school girl.
She started crying a little as the little rods rolled back and forth. She tried bending her frightened head away, but the clamp holding her neck was too tough. When they started tickling her just under the chin, she freaked out and lost it!
"jhahahhe aahaa ehae aehaea ahea ahae aeh wait!! hae aehaea ahea hea!!!" She screamed with laughter despite her attempts not to give in.
On the screen in the background, a woman appeared in what looked like a nurse's outfit, only ten times as sexy as the normal version. She smiled at her wriggling victim and glared at her with her glowing green robotic eyes.
" Little baby girl is SO ticklish! Aren't you baby girl.." It said in a false female robotic voice.
The computer generated nurse crossed her arms and disappeared of the screen to reveal the words: Ticklish Level. 45%
The hands suddenly retracted back into the floor. The time and date of the experiment was documented, and the next target area was chosen.
The little screen with her stomach was now filling the entire monitor. The nurse once again returned, only this time she was naked down to thong with the red cross on the front and a pair of dark sunglasses. She was lying on a towel in a computer rendered beach front. The towel had a picture of Robin's face on it.
"Don't see the sun much do you." It said, mocking Robin's olive skin as she rubbed her tanned legs.
Refusing to have a conversation with a computer, she ignored the taunts and focused her efforts on escaping. She was strong enough to actually rock the claw back and forth, but getting out of it's grip was a whole different story. Robin still hadn't caught on to what the robot was doing here. In her life, tickling was something you'd do for fun, or to torture your younger brothers and sisters. Nothing more then a pratical joke if anything according to her.
She had no clue just how powerful a tickling fetish was to those who enjoyed it. Words like fetish, bondage, and ball gag were alien to her. Sex was to be simple and to be shared with that special someone. Unfortunately, Robin now found herself naked, helpless, and in the claws of tickling machines that didn't understand words like MERCY, COMPASSION, or REGRET.
It took three hands to test that tummy area of hers! Robin was overwhelmed with the giggles in lesss then two minutes flat. One slithered up between her legs and wiggled it's tips into her lower belly while the other two focused on the sides. As she chuckled endlessly, her little belly jiggled like a bowl full of jelly.
"HAHA Ehahe aheaea aheaea haehae knock it off okay!!! ahea aheha aehaea JuSt Stop!!!!!!" She shouted.
Robin was going totally crazy!! She was rocking that claw to it's foundation and was laughing so hard, she was spitting!!
Unfortunately, I wasn't refering to her mouth when I said she was spitting... Yes, our little "goodie no shoes" had a little accident.
" Stop!!! Hha eah AEHHAE hahea eaehhaeae haheaa e aeSTOP!!!!" She pouted.
-76%-
Looking back at the screen, you'd see Darwind in a judge costume pouring hot sauce all over the sexy computer nurse's vagina and licking her clean. Suddenly, she looks up at Robin and releases shes lost track of time! Snapping her fingers, the image clears and another body part was selected for a little tickling. This time, the soles of her feet were filling the screen. Robin winched and flopped around in discomfort as her feet were buzzed by the snake tounge ticklers, and she cringed as the rollers pushed their way in between her toes. Other then her struggling and a look of discomfort, she din't really seem that bothered by the foot tickling.
The nurse appeared again, only this time she was sitting in a pedicure spa.
"When was the last visit to the pedicure spa sweetheart? Your soles are tough as nails." She said, wiggling her toes as some nameless robot worked on her feet.
Ticklish level: 20%
Not ticklish on the soles of her feet? Had they accidently kidnapped a dud? Before we jump to conclusions, let's have them check her crotch area. The nurse flicked away and forced two body scanners to photograph Robin's naked rear end with thermal reading cameras. There was a lot of heat readings in this area, primarily around her vagina and anus regions. The hotter the reading, the more sensitive that area was...
The machines made a few minor adjustments in their Ticklish testers for their new target area. To our little tough girl's dismay, the computer had chosen her entire crotch area to be the next tested zone. Each and every inch of her most private areas would soon be prodded and teased in ways she never dreamed possible. For this test, they also made a few adjustments to her bondage position. The first change was a sudden drop in height as the claw holding her elbows lowered itself to the ground. Horrified that she was about to be dropped, Robin screamed in terror and immediately tried remaining as still as possible. False alarm though, they weren't planning on dropping her! Nothing to worry about silly! The only reason they lowered her was so that the top of her head would face the floor, and her entire overly exposed crotch would face the ceiling!!! The arms holding each of her legs suddenly released their unforgiving grip. For the first time in an hour, Robin had full control of her legs once again. She started to wiggle and kick around in happiness and relief. It was impossible for her to see what was hovering over her ass at that moment though. Instead of struggling, Robin decided to use her legs as more of a protection as oppsoed to a struggle. She brought her knees to her tummy and crossed her ankles in an effort to protect her more private of areas. This confused the machines for a brief moment, but they had a quick solution that would solve the problem...
A butt plug with a very light, but steady electrical charge was attached to an arm and raised from the floor by our lovely computer generated nurse. She smiled on the screen as she pulled thick blue gloves up over her hands as if she was doing a very invasive examination.
"oooohhhhhOOOHHH!!!!!!!:" Robin squealed as that nasty little invader made it's way between her buttcheeks and into her anus. She shouted and wiggled about until her legs were spread open and wriggling like the wings of a bird once again.
The robotic claws wasn't no time and immediately grabbed her thighs and pulled them downward. Then, the nurse directed them to actually press Robin's thighs against the sides of her own tummy. Now, her vagina was open and spread to its breaking point. She felt so humilated, but was in too much discomfort to really care that much about it now.
"Are you ready to be explored like you've never been explored before little one?" The nurse said, tipping an Indiana Jones cap and winking at her as the sounds from that series of movies played in the background.
She didn't answer, but the nurse wasn't exactly looking for one anyway. She just loved the idea of teasing these real women as they were deflowered and thrown into this twisted world of tickling madness. She would never have those true feelings, and although she loved the computer realm she was in, the idea of being a real woman constantly tortured her mind. With Robin's feet facing the floor, her legs were now more in the shape of an upside down V. Several dozen tickling machines now joined in on the party. They were there to annoy her, and to break her concentration as she tried to block out those tickling feelings. Two playfully flicked her nipples, while a group of others spanked her rear end and pulled on her toes. It was as if that nurse that placed them all into a free-for-all mode or something. Robin was screaming her head off in protest, but a hand close to her head quickly hit the mute button.
"mmmmmpphhhh!!!"
Two more covered her eyes to blind her ( which really pissed her off!! ) That angry reaction was nothing compared to her strong and highly disapproving reaction to the curious feathertip finger slowly circuling her exposed anus. She immediately froze up again, and began to spew one muffled rant after the other. That seemed to motivate this paticular hand even more as it continued around the rim of her anus, it carefully let a few other fingertips begin to wander. Robin's rants got more and more violent sounding and a lot louder as one of it's fingertips buzzed the living tickles out of her untapped clit. She was forced to experience something very new to her, and was not taking it very well.
From the center beneath her overly spread legs, the head of a Beaver done in solid chrome rose as the pole it was attached to came up from the floor.
Robin was unable to see the cute little creature's face, but she'd soon feel it in a very private area. You see, this was one of Mr. Paxter's very special ( and very private toys ) in his amazing house of weirdness. This was designed to bring the vagina unrelentless torment and terrible sexual frustration. Known around the house as the " The Beav, " and it's wrath had been felt by all five of the other special guests all quietly tucked away in their holding cells for the evening. Robin would soon be the sixth...
As the cartoonish faced Beaver rose just above her ANUS and settled with it's two huge front teeth resting comfortably on either side of her trembling clit, a voice from somewhere in the room explained the birds and the bees to our troubled little virgin. The hands covering her ears took a slight break for this one. They filled her head with horrible thoughts of masturbation and oral sex, and spoke of foreplay and kinky behavior in the bedroom.
" ::humming the Star spangled banner to herself::" Robin closed her eyes tightly and ignored these perverted messages.
"hmm.. hmm.. oooooohhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
That's when The Beav kicked into action and started buzzing her little pink bud like there was no tommorrow.
" Oohh!! ohhh!! ohh god!! stop!! stop it now!! I don't like it!! no stop!!!" Robin screamed as her nipples hardened.
The eyes of the beaver went slowly dropped as if to stare directly into her well, third eye if you will. It seemed to have something in mind for her quivering anus, and wasn't shy about sharing it with her. As the buzzing buck teeth of his sent young Robin into a frustrated, sexual overdrive, a short pink tounge shot out of the beaver's wide open metallic mouth and poked directly into her. This sent a crazed jolt up and down her spine, and forced Robin into some sort of strange struggle induced dancing motions. As she wiggled back and forth on the crane, a few of those naughty hands found their fingertips sliding over the curves of her rear end. As she laughed and cried, she glanced back and forth at the hands with her head motioning them not to do this anymore.
At first, all this helpless heroine did was protest against these feelings in anger. But after a little while, nature took it's course, and her body really began responding to her incredible sexual energy. She was getting soaking wet despite the fact that she disapproved of all of this nonsense. But if you looked close enough at her face, you'd swear she was smiling. You'd swear she was enjoying herself.
Robin's nostrils flare out as she continues to try and fight both the urges to scream with laughter and to cream all over herself hit her all at once. Her eyes closed tightly, and she was grittting her teeth. At this moment, she was happy to be alone in this place due to the humilation of actually starting to enjoy such crude behavior...
Suddenly, the beav pulls away and it's eyes roll into it's chrome skull.
-92%-
This was without a doubt Robin's most ticklish region. During the test alone, Robin was on the verge of her very first orgasm as her pretty pink privates were touched and tickled to no end. One orgasm was close to being completed, but the machines were far from done. They wanted to push her through at least 20, but they'd settle for fifteen....
A vent in the floor very close to her pretty face discharged a few puffs of sleeping gas. Robin gagged and coughed for a few seconds before she was out cold and sleeping peacefully in the grip of the machine's claw.
Exactly AN HOUR and fifteen minutes later-
Robin's cozy cat nap was followed by a very uncomfortable awakening.
" Ohhhh..." Robin says gasping in shock as she leans forward.
She was staring down an inverted ramp that was very dimly lit, and seemed to have no ending. She had been placed on the very edge of the floor leading down. One false step, and she'd be on her way down. At this point, she wasn't totally naked anymore. After all, I do have some dignity left in my mind somewhere. Her feet had been fitted with a lovely pair of pink and purple inline skates!! ( um, I'll keep looking for that dignity )
Her wrists were shackled to a chain overhead that connected to some sort of train track styled railing system above her. It seemed that if the big black box that the chain was attached to started moving, then she'd be forced to come along for the ride! The back of the skates ( just slightly behind the ankle ) had steel o-rings with cords attached. Whatever, or WHOever was at the other end of these cords was the ONLY thing keeping Robin where she was. She knew that time was not on her side down here, and she knew she was smart enough to get out of this. Robin tried the simple approach at first. She pulled at her wrists restraints, and tried pulling her feet out of the skates. No luck...
Next, she tried screaming for help.
"Someone please help me!!! I'm being kidnapped!! If you CAN HEAR ME, CALL THE POLICE!!!!"
Her sexy voice echoed down that scary looking ramp, and she felt more alone now then ever before. Being in that position, she couldn't help but to stare straight down and wonder. As creepy questions of where it ended and where exactly she even was rolled through her mind, drips of sweat tapped the slick looking floor just beneath her aching body. She arched her back in an attempt to look behind her, but immediately felt as if she was losing her balance. She straightened herself out as quickly as possible, and began to sob once again as her naked boobs jiggled back and forth.
Leaning slightly over the edge was a bit of an understatement. Robin was to so much as breath as the threat of tipping too far over the that edge would send her rolling down the slope to an unknown destination.
“Greetings Robin Baker.."-a disturbing female robotic voice said.
Robin's eyes scanned left to right in serch of the voice’s owner and where it had come from.
“ Hello…” – she replied, in a terrified tone
“Your presense is appreciated.” – the robotic voice replied
“Please, please release me! I have nothing to offer you! I’m an innocent person! “
“I’m afraid that is not possible for you have been chosen” .Chills crawled up and down her innocent spine.
“Chosen?! I refuse to be chosen! I’m pressing charges against you Mr. Paxter! “
-The robotic voice remained silent-
“Yeah, you thought maybe I wa just some foolish tramp right? You thought I wouldn’t know that it was you behind that silly voice disguise. You sir are a unprofessional and pscyotic lunatic! “
Suddenly, the plate hlding the back wheels of her skates lowered into the ground. Robin shrieked as she starts rolling forward until she is held back by the hook holding her wrists. Breathing heavily, Robin tries everything in her power to walk backwards in those damned skates.
“All we want is to TICKLE you Robin Baker..”
“You’re nothing but a rotten pervert Mr. Paxter!! “ –almost in tears as she continues to try and climb up the downward slope.
“We are afraid you are mistaken Robin Baker…”
-The robotic voice followed that statement with an even more bizarre one..
“Enjoy the girly giggle room…”
The hookbox attached to the rail system busted a pair of locks holding it in place. Ti her horror, the hook box began its descent into the unknown., and with Robin’;s wrists attached to the box by chains, she was swiftly dragged down aswell!! The loud roaring of the skate’s wheels filled the hall as the she rolled down the hall. As she ventured swiftly down te enclosed slope, she flew past different colored lights designed to mark half miles. Robin’s screaming and panic stricken face was lit in shades of pink, red, yellow, blue, and finally purple as the doors to the girly giggle room automatically swung open seconds before Robin’s body was swooshed in. The hook box came to a hault in the room’s dead center of the girly giggle room which was decorated in a weird mix of baby furniture and cruel bondage pictures with their captive’s being tickled in all sorts of different ways.
The pink doors to the room swung shut and locked on their own. The toys laying on the floor and in the oversized baby crib slowly became animated. A few of them started walking back and forth, while some of them clapped at the arrival of their freshest plaything…
“We know you are ticklish Robin Baker…”- The robotic voice repeated itself over and over
Suddenly, hundreds of panels in the floor, ceiling, and walls flung open. Robin’s expression was priceless as the anticipation of what would sprout from those panels had her on pins and needles.
A pair of white hands raised up from the panels directly below her feet and grabbed the skates by the wheels. Two more joined the fun and started unlocking the skates from her foot, while the original two yanked them towards the ground. Robin tried raising her legs by bending her knees, but it was too late for that nonsense now..
Her feet were soon bare once again as the skates were dragged to the floor. Soon after, an onslaught of white hands on extending poles filled the room all at once! Not hundreds, but thousands of hands were now surrounding Robin at every angle. From an aerial view, Robin’s chained wrists were now the only visible parts of her body as the hands covered her. They all started grabbing and tickling every single sexy inch of her naked body without mercy for her ticklish nature, or care for her sanity. If you listened really closely, you’d hear the screaming laughter of a once sane young woman echoing under the ocean of tickling hands and wriggling feather fingers.
The image of the girly giggle room was displayed on seven screens in Mr. Paxter’s private office. Behind his massive oak desk, you’d see the back of hius chair because he was facing the screens. A toy soldier strolled across the desk and fell to the ground with a loud thud, only to lift itself up, and keep on walking until it banged into Mr. Paxter’s left leg. His hand could be seen resting on the left armres of his leather bound desk chair. His skin would look grey and very pale to you if you saw it, and you’d think he might be unhealthy to say the least. There was of course a reason for this…
...Mr. Paxter was dead.
He had been dead for at least three months now. His body was slumped over to the right in his chair as he laid peacefully.
From scratch, Mr. Paxter had built the toys of this house with his creativity and devotion to the his work. His intentions were pure and honest, but something changed over the course of his death.
As Robin’s body reached new levels of exhaustion from the nonstop tickling, a machine close to Paxter’s phone suddenly came to life. From a digital phone book with nothing but listings of house sitters, the system randomly selected the name of the next potential house sitter. She would now join five others who had fallen victim to this house. The nurse within the computer punished these poor women for the simple fact that they were real and she was not. Unfortunately, the only emotion she had learned was anger. But now, this machine was started to understand the idea behind a new one. Something that has the power to rip lives apart and shatter dreams. Something that can change a man's life, look, and personality. Something that turned you green inside and out... Something called GREED. It would never be finished, and would always be left wanting more. Playthings like Robin eventually got boring and were forgotten. Soon, another " sitter" would be chosen. In fact, the system is already automatically dialing a phone number now.....
“Good Afternoon.. Sally Remington..” – said ther prerecorded voice of Mr. Paxter
" This is she, who’s calling please? “- She said with glee.
“Mr. Paxter, and I’m calling in regards to your ad. Tell me, what are you doing this weekend?” – he said in a chilling tone
The main doors to the estate closed and locked, followed by the exterior lights flicking on and the interiors shutting down. Mr. Paxter was no longer the head of this household. Instead, he would slowly decay in the biggest toy he ever created,
… his entire house!
- The end -
wow! that was very interesting. the description was wonderful, the details awesome. kinda creepy to know that there's a rotting corpse in the house and the house is being run by a computer. but it's the ultimate tickling machine! 
