(~Note From Author~) : First story I've ever posted on the TMF, I hope its enjoyed by some. I know I had a blast writing it, and will look forward to coming up with more stories soon. With that, read on.
MegaMecha Tickling.
Cristine sat lazily in her computer chair, brown hair whisping by her left shoulder, staring at the computer screen. The image displayed was the typical courrior page with the date of arrival printed clearly in slightly bolded print.
"Well you say today, but why isn't it here yet? Hmph, should have spent for the next day delivery." Cristine muttered to herself.
She had decided that with her new credit card, her first present to give herself as she reached adulthood would be something long awaited and exotic. Her toes flexed as her body shivered upon hearing the doorbell ring. She jumped out of her seat and decided to compse herself a bit before opening the door. No thought in creeping out the delivery man she thought. opening the door, signing the papers, and closing the door on the delivery man after he wheeled in the wooden crate into the center of the living room all seemed like a hurried rush.
Cristine had always had an active imagination, and had desperately craved to feel helplessly tickled since she was little; however, her shy qualities had sometimes lead her to become too embarrassed to allow herself to feed her fantasies. She had found her solution in a russian website advertising an experimental massage product. The broken english on the website said roughly that it could be sent for simply 200 english dollars if the recipient would run the full diagnostic program and complete multiple surveys afterwards. Cristine had only a vague idea of what this contraption would be, but none the less had her own hopes for the machine.
upon opening the crate, she saw that the device in its completeness, roughly resembled a black leather chair, stiff, upright ridged back support, with the seat coushin raised high, there were four thick beams rising from the arms and back of the chair, connecting to a horizontal square that seemed to have its own trap doors, in front facing the chair was a screen, with two buttons on the panel. On the whole, the machine looked daunting to Cristine. but none the less, her curiosity and urge to satisfy such a long starved fantasy got the better of her. she ran about the house locking every door, closing every window and unplugging the phone. She'd have most of the week to play with the machine, getting it to work perfectly if indeed it had its own calibration diagnostic.
Cristine cautiously eased herself into the chair half afriad of what could go wrong, have apprehensious about who amazing it would be if it went right. Her hand shaked as she pushed the green button. As she did so, a monotonous female voice greeted her.
"здравствуй" Cristine was startled, she couldnt speak russian. Luckily, the screen lit up with more characters, and in the corner she chose a box saying "Hello, if you didn't understand that, and would prefer english, click here." The screened darkened for a moment then returned as the female voice spoke clearly, "Hello, welcome to the heaven's touch massage chair. Would you like to begin calibration? Commands can be voice activated if desired."
"Yes, I'd like to begin Calibration." Cristine answered unsuredly. At that moment, the arms of the chair opened and her hands became enclosed around two gripped casings. The chair began kneading cristines hands feather soft slowly increasing its pressure. The chairs voice stated;
"Please indicate desired intensity, for proper theraputic massage, hands may be immobilized for correct positioing. Please indicate if you would prefer this."
"Y...yes. please do." Cristine was shivering with excitement. she slowly went through the process finding all the ways the chair could immobilize her. After about 30 minutes of her exploration of this godsend. The chair could completely immobilize her as well as had a way of massaging every inch of her body. She also found that the was quivering when she discovered any of the lighter intensity levels tickled her unceasingly. She roughly guessed 2's on her feet, fours on her underarms, and 5's on her belly and sides would have her in hysterics. Between her legs she decided to let the machine work at random. Cristine was quaking by the time she commanded it to let her go and standby. She then leaped out of the chair, ran to her room, stripped off her clothes, and, while standing in her underwear, willed herself with her newfound confience to spice things up abit, and grabbed her sleeping blindfold as she ran back down to the chair.
Cristine felt almost too excited, her confidence and curiosity sent blood pumping through her body, everything seemed heightened. As she eased herself back into the chair, put on the blindfold, and pressed the button she decided to command her new best mechanical friend authoritatively.
"Full restraint. Massage area: Whole body. intensity parameters; 2-5 according to previous areas desired." Cristine tried to keep her voice from quivering, she felt as if someone else were speaking for her. The little voice in her head telling her maybe she should take it slow was drowned out by the novelty and idealized fantasies of what would happen in her head. 'Pelvic massage, wholly random..."
The restraints clamped her wrists, biceps, ankles, thighs, hips, below her breasts, neck, and forehead. but nothing else happend. Her anxiety grew as the silence almost drove her insane. Suddenly the silence was broken by the mechanical female voice.
"Two necessary options not specified, Run full diagnostic first according the stated parameters and disable voice c...." Cristine didn't let the machine finish before anxiously blurting out, "Yes yes, just start."
Still nothing happend, calmly, the machine began by warming up the chair, Cristine assumed nothing, though she bagan to feel the motors and traps begin opening around her most ticklish areas as the machine stated passively, "Voice command deactivated. Initial diagnostic initiated, callibrated by previously stated parameters. Diagnostic complete when subject has been relaxed asleep."
Red flags rose so quickly in Cristine's head they ignited, the voice of caution and reason was now armed with a megaphone and explosives preaching arrmeggedon to her ego. Cristine's parameters were set to tickle her silly and give her sexual release, not relax her to sleep. brief images of Cristine's limp cold body lying in the machine still trying to tickle the lifeless flesh as police find her with a smile stretched across her face brought cold terror to her. There was no escape. She did this to herself, when will this crazy machine choose to stop? is there any way to sto...."
Cristine's mind was cut short as she felt the beads press and slide across the arches of her feet. She began to giggle and squirm as best she could though she was thouroughly immobilized. the beats spread about her feet to her soles and twirled around there forcing Cristine to shake her body with giggles.
"heheheehehehehehe no no no! hahahahahaha god this tickles so muhahahahaaha!" The machine seemed to only respond to her laughter by beginning the brushes on the backs of her knees. She wished desperately to have been more cautious, as her muscles already bagan to burn from the straining and pulling away. The two areas found a way of tickling her intandum, bringing the impulses to shriek, giggle and squirm into organized legions against her will.
"Ahahahahahahahaha! Damn youhahahahahaahahahaha oh god! Hahaha I'm Urrghhahaahahahahaha!" Was all she could bring herself to say as her tight bondage reduced her thrashing to minor quakes and shivers. Never had she dreamed something could tickle so maliciously. This machine had not even fully started and Cristine was wishing it would release her.
Then the fingers in her armpits began. they brought the tickling to a much more intense level. They grazed and slid across Cristines now sweating body, teasing the flesh under her arms and sending jolts up her spine. As the tickling registered in her mind, Cristine could only scream in blinded, helpless response.
"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA OHMYGOD HAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO NO HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA GOD NOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA" Her head felt hot as her voical chords tried to express the tingles and intricate nerve endings being tormented ceaselessly now on very ticklish spots on her body. Cristine's mind was wracked at this point with terror and dread of how much longer she'd have to endure this self inflicted torment, as well as terror in knowing there were more places to be tickled and tormented. But her head was frenzied by the tickling and the voice in her head was no longer able to thing but thundered in her mind, "NO NO NO."
The sight of the machine was peaceful if seen in the room. It was Cristine that made the sight something sinister. The chair simply hummed away carelessly doing what was instructed, as the girl shrieked and howled as her caramel skin was attacked by the softest touch imaginable. Machine simply working away as the Blindfolded prisoner's cries fell on deaf ears. Cristine's leg mucles ached, and now this was added with her attempts of pulling her arms out of the restraints as well.
"AAAHAHAhahahahahaha lordstophahahahahahahahaha I can't take-ithahahahahaahaha no no god whyyyahahahahaahahahahaha."
The tickling was quickly sapping the breath out of Cristine, by the time the next stage arrived. Pressure surrounded her tummy, sides, and ribcage. suddenly the tickling jumped to an extremity that causes abs to be sore and a persons core to burn from excessive laughter. The tickling on her ribs was a feather light kneading across the ribs, causing Cristine to shiver and quake as she could move less than an inch and finding no refuge in any direction. her sides and belly button were onslaughted by little dots of pressure sliding and poking all over the skin, Cristine began bellowing with hearty, tiring, hysterical laughter.
"AHH HAA HAA HAA AAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHHHHHH GOD! STOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERHHAAHAHAHAHA MY FEEHAHAHAHAHA AHHHH!!"
Her body ached, and her strength had been exausted, the tickling marched on, sensing the strain and movement as well as picked up sound from the subject signaling it was not sleeping peacefully yet. It's programmed massage continued. Cristine's slim, fit body was now reduced to a shivering, sweating, giggling wreak. she tried to thrash her head, but the could not even tell where her head was pointed, the darkness of her blindfold intensified the ticklishness, and she giggled and laughed hysterically for what seemed like ever as the machine prodded, stroked, teased, and tormented her most sensatively ticklish areas.
She didn't notice the pelvic massage begin. It started out sensually vibrating exactly where she had specified, for a moment giving her body respite before even such yearned for sexual stimulus was thrown into the rest of the impules and signals her brain was recieving.
"OOOHHAhahahahahahaahaha No no stoaahahhahaoooohhh ahahahahahaha oh god yeaaaahahahahhahahahahanoooo nohahahahaha."
The ache of mer muscles, the shortness of breath, the constant, unstoppable tickling driving her insane, and the sweet, sexual vibrations. All here, Cristine for a moment found that tormented pleasure she longed for only such a short time before even that turned on her. The vibrations slowed and drew back, it was then replaced with its own teasing, tickling wand. Cristine feared more than anything of being tickled in such a sensative area, and long held secret that it was her single most sensative area. The pleasure faded into unyeilding torment again.
"OOoohhhhahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHA WHAHAHAHA? NOAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOHAHA NO NO HAHAHAHAHAA DAMNITHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA PLEASE GOD NOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Then, as her body glistened, and her aching areas heated and became flushed, the teasing that her clit was experiencing still brought her sexual excitement, and as if the machine switched gears it offered her clit strong, much needed vibrations that reverberated through her body, past the tickling.
"Ahahahahaha No! NO AHahahahah it tickles so much hahahhahahaooooohhhhhhHAHHHHHHHHHH..." Cristine's breath finally failed her as she reached climaxed. Her lungs had nothing to offer and her throat tightened as if attempting to produce vibrations unto themselves. Her body flushed with an explosive body convulsing orgasm, as her head began to get light, the darkness around her eyes deepend and everything drifted away.
Cristine awoke sprawled doggedly at the foot of the chair, once she was no longer resisting, it must have stopped the program. upon releasing her Cristine imagined her unconcious body sliding into the position she found herself in. she was too tired to move. her voice was hoarse. and after so much tickling, the few beads of sweat moving across her body made her shiver still more. As if in a daze, Cristine slipped off back to sleep thinking about how she made a perfect purchase.
MegaMecha Tickling.
Cristine sat lazily in her computer chair, brown hair whisping by her left shoulder, staring at the computer screen. The image displayed was the typical courrior page with the date of arrival printed clearly in slightly bolded print.
"Well you say today, but why isn't it here yet? Hmph, should have spent for the next day delivery." Cristine muttered to herself.
She had decided that with her new credit card, her first present to give herself as she reached adulthood would be something long awaited and exotic. Her toes flexed as her body shivered upon hearing the doorbell ring. She jumped out of her seat and decided to compse herself a bit before opening the door. No thought in creeping out the delivery man she thought. opening the door, signing the papers, and closing the door on the delivery man after he wheeled in the wooden crate into the center of the living room all seemed like a hurried rush.
Cristine had always had an active imagination, and had desperately craved to feel helplessly tickled since she was little; however, her shy qualities had sometimes lead her to become too embarrassed to allow herself to feed her fantasies. She had found her solution in a russian website advertising an experimental massage product. The broken english on the website said roughly that it could be sent for simply 200 english dollars if the recipient would run the full diagnostic program and complete multiple surveys afterwards. Cristine had only a vague idea of what this contraption would be, but none the less had her own hopes for the machine.
upon opening the crate, she saw that the device in its completeness, roughly resembled a black leather chair, stiff, upright ridged back support, with the seat coushin raised high, there were four thick beams rising from the arms and back of the chair, connecting to a horizontal square that seemed to have its own trap doors, in front facing the chair was a screen, with two buttons on the panel. On the whole, the machine looked daunting to Cristine. but none the less, her curiosity and urge to satisfy such a long starved fantasy got the better of her. she ran about the house locking every door, closing every window and unplugging the phone. She'd have most of the week to play with the machine, getting it to work perfectly if indeed it had its own calibration diagnostic.
Cristine cautiously eased herself into the chair half afriad of what could go wrong, have apprehensious about who amazing it would be if it went right. Her hand shaked as she pushed the green button. As she did so, a monotonous female voice greeted her.
"здравствуй" Cristine was startled, she couldnt speak russian. Luckily, the screen lit up with more characters, and in the corner she chose a box saying "Hello, if you didn't understand that, and would prefer english, click here." The screened darkened for a moment then returned as the female voice spoke clearly, "Hello, welcome to the heaven's touch massage chair. Would you like to begin calibration? Commands can be voice activated if desired."
"Yes, I'd like to begin Calibration." Cristine answered unsuredly. At that moment, the arms of the chair opened and her hands became enclosed around two gripped casings. The chair began kneading cristines hands feather soft slowly increasing its pressure. The chairs voice stated;
"Please indicate desired intensity, for proper theraputic massage, hands may be immobilized for correct positioing. Please indicate if you would prefer this."
"Y...yes. please do." Cristine was shivering with excitement. she slowly went through the process finding all the ways the chair could immobilize her. After about 30 minutes of her exploration of this godsend. The chair could completely immobilize her as well as had a way of massaging every inch of her body. She also found that the was quivering when she discovered any of the lighter intensity levels tickled her unceasingly. She roughly guessed 2's on her feet, fours on her underarms, and 5's on her belly and sides would have her in hysterics. Between her legs she decided to let the machine work at random. Cristine was quaking by the time she commanded it to let her go and standby. She then leaped out of the chair, ran to her room, stripped off her clothes, and, while standing in her underwear, willed herself with her newfound confience to spice things up abit, and grabbed her sleeping blindfold as she ran back down to the chair.
Cristine felt almost too excited, her confidence and curiosity sent blood pumping through her body, everything seemed heightened. As she eased herself back into the chair, put on the blindfold, and pressed the button she decided to command her new best mechanical friend authoritatively.
"Full restraint. Massage area: Whole body. intensity parameters; 2-5 according to previous areas desired." Cristine tried to keep her voice from quivering, she felt as if someone else were speaking for her. The little voice in her head telling her maybe she should take it slow was drowned out by the novelty and idealized fantasies of what would happen in her head. 'Pelvic massage, wholly random..."
The restraints clamped her wrists, biceps, ankles, thighs, hips, below her breasts, neck, and forehead. but nothing else happend. Her anxiety grew as the silence almost drove her insane. Suddenly the silence was broken by the mechanical female voice.
"Two necessary options not specified, Run full diagnostic first according the stated parameters and disable voice c...." Cristine didn't let the machine finish before anxiously blurting out, "Yes yes, just start."
Still nothing happend, calmly, the machine began by warming up the chair, Cristine assumed nothing, though she bagan to feel the motors and traps begin opening around her most ticklish areas as the machine stated passively, "Voice command deactivated. Initial diagnostic initiated, callibrated by previously stated parameters. Diagnostic complete when subject has been relaxed asleep."
Red flags rose so quickly in Cristine's head they ignited, the voice of caution and reason was now armed with a megaphone and explosives preaching arrmeggedon to her ego. Cristine's parameters were set to tickle her silly and give her sexual release, not relax her to sleep. brief images of Cristine's limp cold body lying in the machine still trying to tickle the lifeless flesh as police find her with a smile stretched across her face brought cold terror to her. There was no escape. She did this to herself, when will this crazy machine choose to stop? is there any way to sto...."
Cristine's mind was cut short as she felt the beads press and slide across the arches of her feet. She began to giggle and squirm as best she could though she was thouroughly immobilized. the beats spread about her feet to her soles and twirled around there forcing Cristine to shake her body with giggles.
"heheheehehehehehe no no no! hahahahahaha god this tickles so muhahahahaaha!" The machine seemed to only respond to her laughter by beginning the brushes on the backs of her knees. She wished desperately to have been more cautious, as her muscles already bagan to burn from the straining and pulling away. The two areas found a way of tickling her intandum, bringing the impulses to shriek, giggle and squirm into organized legions against her will.
"Ahahahahahahahaha! Damn youhahahahahaahahahaha oh god! Hahaha I'm Urrghhahaahahahahaha!" Was all she could bring herself to say as her tight bondage reduced her thrashing to minor quakes and shivers. Never had she dreamed something could tickle so maliciously. This machine had not even fully started and Cristine was wishing it would release her.
Then the fingers in her armpits began. they brought the tickling to a much more intense level. They grazed and slid across Cristines now sweating body, teasing the flesh under her arms and sending jolts up her spine. As the tickling registered in her mind, Cristine could only scream in blinded, helpless response.
"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA OHMYGOD HAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO NO HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA GOD NOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA" Her head felt hot as her voical chords tried to express the tingles and intricate nerve endings being tormented ceaselessly now on very ticklish spots on her body. Cristine's mind was wracked at this point with terror and dread of how much longer she'd have to endure this self inflicted torment, as well as terror in knowing there were more places to be tickled and tormented. But her head was frenzied by the tickling and the voice in her head was no longer able to thing but thundered in her mind, "NO NO NO."
The sight of the machine was peaceful if seen in the room. It was Cristine that made the sight something sinister. The chair simply hummed away carelessly doing what was instructed, as the girl shrieked and howled as her caramel skin was attacked by the softest touch imaginable. Machine simply working away as the Blindfolded prisoner's cries fell on deaf ears. Cristine's leg mucles ached, and now this was added with her attempts of pulling her arms out of the restraints as well.
"AAAHAHAhahahahahaha lordstophahahahahahahahaha I can't take-ithahahahahaahaha no no god whyyyahahahahaahahahahaha."
The tickling was quickly sapping the breath out of Cristine, by the time the next stage arrived. Pressure surrounded her tummy, sides, and ribcage. suddenly the tickling jumped to an extremity that causes abs to be sore and a persons core to burn from excessive laughter. The tickling on her ribs was a feather light kneading across the ribs, causing Cristine to shiver and quake as she could move less than an inch and finding no refuge in any direction. her sides and belly button were onslaughted by little dots of pressure sliding and poking all over the skin, Cristine began bellowing with hearty, tiring, hysterical laughter.
"AHH HAA HAA HAA AAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHHHHHH GOD! STOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERHHAAHAHAHAHA MY FEEHAHAHAHAHA AHHHH!!"
Her body ached, and her strength had been exausted, the tickling marched on, sensing the strain and movement as well as picked up sound from the subject signaling it was not sleeping peacefully yet. It's programmed massage continued. Cristine's slim, fit body was now reduced to a shivering, sweating, giggling wreak. she tried to thrash her head, but the could not even tell where her head was pointed, the darkness of her blindfold intensified the ticklishness, and she giggled and laughed hysterically for what seemed like ever as the machine prodded, stroked, teased, and tormented her most sensatively ticklish areas.
She didn't notice the pelvic massage begin. It started out sensually vibrating exactly where she had specified, for a moment giving her body respite before even such yearned for sexual stimulus was thrown into the rest of the impules and signals her brain was recieving.
"OOOHHAhahahahahahaahaha No no stoaahahhahaoooohhh ahahahahahaha oh god yeaaaahahahahhahahahahanoooo nohahahahaha."
The ache of mer muscles, the shortness of breath, the constant, unstoppable tickling driving her insane, and the sweet, sexual vibrations. All here, Cristine for a moment found that tormented pleasure she longed for only such a short time before even that turned on her. The vibrations slowed and drew back, it was then replaced with its own teasing, tickling wand. Cristine feared more than anything of being tickled in such a sensative area, and long held secret that it was her single most sensative area. The pleasure faded into unyeilding torment again.
"OOoohhhhahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHA WHAHAHAHA? NOAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOHAHA NO NO HAHAHAHAHAA DAMNITHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA PLEASE GOD NOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Then, as her body glistened, and her aching areas heated and became flushed, the teasing that her clit was experiencing still brought her sexual excitement, and as if the machine switched gears it offered her clit strong, much needed vibrations that reverberated through her body, past the tickling.
"Ahahahahaha No! NO AHahahahah it tickles so much hahahhahahaooooohhhhhhHAHHHHHHHHHH..." Cristine's breath finally failed her as she reached climaxed. Her lungs had nothing to offer and her throat tightened as if attempting to produce vibrations unto themselves. Her body flushed with an explosive body convulsing orgasm, as her head began to get light, the darkness around her eyes deepend and everything drifted away.
Cristine awoke sprawled doggedly at the foot of the chair, once she was no longer resisting, it must have stopped the program. upon releasing her Cristine imagined her unconcious body sliding into the position she found herself in. she was too tired to move. her voice was hoarse. and after so much tickling, the few beads of sweat moving across her body made her shiver still more. As if in a daze, Cristine slipped off back to sleep thinking about how she made a perfect purchase.
)
Thanks for catering to my interests KevFox, please write more. 
