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*/F Gill Oliver's travels Part 4 Torment in the subterranean depths

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Gill screamed as her pod rushed along the pressurised tube. She could feel the G-force as her pod twisted and turned, plummeting and spiralling with 60° turns at high speed. The evil tickle imps had been her captors for month and months, maybe even a year and slowly she had grown accustomed to the relentless daily tickle-torture and orgasm denial that accompanied their experimentation on her. Somehow the imps had re-programmed her brain so that now she could be tickled with contact, her nerves being stimulated with the electric signals captured from previous torture sessions.

The imps had also altered her in other ways, now her body responded with arousal and orgasmic climax just from being tickled. They had also altered her physically, her breasts were now larger and gave milk when stimulated. As Gill plummeted she felt as if she was descending to some dark, crueller level of hell. She knew that the imps had sold her, but she didn’t know what for and who to. She dreaded finding out.

Finally Gill’s pod exited the tube with a pop that delighted her new captors. Gill felt the change in speed and momentum and nervously curled her toes against the loose toe-ties as she felt the cylinder around her come to a stop. She knew the toe-ties could be tightened as they had during her final torture session at the hands of the imps but throughout her descent they had offered little resistance like the rest of her restraints that held her firmly but softly so as not to hurt her. Nervously Gill whimpered as the metal cylinder around her began to open. Her restraints tightened as she felt the pod be placed on some sort of stand.

The lights inside the pod dimmed as the pod continued to open, Gill trembled at the metal panels above her slowly shifted. Cold, musty air greeting Gill’s naked body as the gloom of the subterranean cavern seeped into the pod. It took Gill’s eyes a while to adjust to the dark, there were dim flickering lights somewhere and the smell of burning oil. Gill trembled as she beheld a giant figure looming over her. He had pale, slightly yellow skin that was speckled with soot and dirt and white wispy hair and a beard to match.

The giant seemed to marvel at the contents of his package as if he were beholding a beautiful flower in bloom. The pod was completely open now, the metals panels cleverly folding themselves under the central torture frame that held the helpless trembling scientist. Carefully the giant wiped his spectacles with a cloth and lent in closer to speak in a deep rumbling voice that Gill could not comprehend. As he spoke Gill recoiled at the terrible odour of his breath, it was like rotting fish and seaweed mixed with the unmistakable stench of severe halitosis. Both the giant’s clothing and everything else Gill could see in the damp dreary cavern made Gill think of the 17th and 18th centuries, a far cry from the futurist imps.

Suddenly another voice answered in the same deep rumbling tones interspersed with clicks and high-pitched whistles that seemed entirely alien to Gill. It came as a shock when the helpless scientist realised she could already see the other creature. Suddenly her eyes focused on an even larger figure; sullen and terrible with green scales and jet black horn-like protrusions all over its head, arms and shoulders. The two laughed in a terrible cacophony of booming echoes punctuated with same high-pitched whistles from the larger giant. Gill was shaking with fear: ‘what were these two going to do to me?.... Hurt me? Eat me? Dissect me?....’

Suddenly the two giants repositioned themselves so that the larger one could examine her naked stretched out body. Its terrible flat nose sniffed from between hard black studs of the horn-like material that armoured its body. Gill noticed a strong smell of seawater and was shocked when the creature’s gills opened to either side of its stout, strong neck. As an oceanographer Gill was both shocked and amazed:
‘How could such a creature exist and be unknown to science?’

The smaller giant was fiddling with some equipment at the very edge of Gill’s field of vision. Gill felt her toe restraints tighten pulling her arches taut. The scaly sea monster was looming in close his giant three finger webbed hand moving towards Gill with cautious excitement. Gill winced as one of its black talon-like nail carefully ran up and down her arch. The sensation was both tickly and terrible, Gill began to laugh and squirm within her bonds as the giant explored both of her soles using two talons per foot where it could.

‘More tickling?!’ Gill thought, still terrified but with some relief.

The other giant positioned an enormous brass microscope to bring the squirming captive into focus. As Gill laughed and wailed she took in details of her surroundings. There were oil lamps made of brass and clear glass on the rock-hewn wall, they were like Davey lamps of enormous scale. The smaller giant wore leather and whale skin clothes with large buttons made out of bone making Gill think of Moby Dick. Soon it was his turn to tickle Gill and his terrible fingers were approaching her trapped soles. Unlike the first giant he had five fingers per hand, in Gill’s mind each finger seemed the size of a man’s arm only she would come to realise this was wrong and they were half this size.

The giant’s rough calloused finger tips drove Gill to a frenzied hysterical laughter. She could feel his short chipped nails and each ridge of his fingerprints made rough by a life of hard work underground. In time, she would come to think of this giant and the others like him as ‘miners’. Gill’s fear had made the tickling seem worse than her accustomed usual routine of highly refined torment the imps had inflicted upon her over months and months. As the pair decided to double-team her this fear began to subside and her arousal began to grow.

The sea monster returned his terrible talons to Gill’s trapped soles whilst the miner carefully squeezed her ribs and sides between the thumb and forefinger of each of his giant hands. As the torture went on the miner began to use tools such as feathers on sticks and scratching devices to tickle Gill’s feet. The tickling was far less precise and intense than Gill was used to, but it comprised the equivalent of fine-work for the giant who used the microscope to get the feathers between her toes. Still Gill laughed, the imps had taken her already hypersensitive body and raised heightened her ticklishness such that the Giants still had her red-faced and screaming.

Still the two giants grew frustrated, knowing the limitations their size placed on the amount of torture they could deliver and the means to make their captive suffer even more. Eventually the miner left grumbling leaving the other giant gently tracing Gill’s soles with his terrible talons. Gill turned her head to look, beholding the workbench that the miner stood behind. It did not occur to her that her neck restraints loosened to allow this movement, taking their commands from the imp’s implants without their captive’s knowledge.

The miner used a giant magnifying glass and an array of tools to carefully flick the switches and turn the dials of a computer terminal that was clearly a gift from the imps. Gill didn’t need to understand the giant’s language to understand that this was frustrating and he didn’t appreciate his partner’s advice or comments. She giggled and struggled and wondered what was to come next. She did not have to wait long as the miner successfully activated the automatic tickling devices the imps had built into her torture bench.

“Oh no Please! You were doing such a good job! You don’t need those!” Gill wailed, unsure if the giants understood her but desperately aware of how much the terrible feathers and scratching devices could tickle her.

The two giants rumbled an approving laugh and discussed which devices to use first in their terrible language. The larger one held up a mirror so that Gill could see all the devices in their terrible glory. Each device was present set to ‘taunt’ and danced menacingly making its cruel purpose horribly clear. There were soft brushes and spinning feathers, quill like scratching devices and devices that resembled vibrating hairbrushes that could scrub her arches a pretty pink.

Worst of all were the devices that sprang between Gill’s legs; two wheels of soft feathers that could slowly turned or swiftly spin, accompanied by two feathers that flickered on mechanical arms and a final soft brush that extended between the feather wheels to find and trace her clit. The imps had perfected the programming of this device such that it could tickle her for hours and even days until she screamed in rage for the orgasm that was kept out of reach. It had become Gill’s nemesis and even in the dim reflection of the mirror she recognised the terrible brush that took her: oh so close but yet so far from the bliss of sexual release.

The giants noted her fearful reaction with glee but knew that this toy would be best saved for last. Instead they started with her neck. Gill whimpered as the mechanical arms sporting feathers ceased their taunting dance and descended to stroke the elegant pale skin of her long soft neck. Gill screamed before descending into delicate nervous giggles. The straps holding her head kept the soft skin still and exposed for the perfect soft start. Just as Gill was beginning to realise that she had previously been able to turn her head and look around the devices tickling her underarms joined in.

Gill screamed and howled, her derailed train of thought leading to a dull sense of confusion rather than the realisation she was working towards. The devices tickling her underarms were a mixture of spinning soft feathers and stiff plumes that swished up and down in the way the imps had found to produce the best results. The miner adjusted the dials to throw a few makeup brushes into the mix as his partner resumed tickling Gill’s soles with his talons. Gill was already hysterical; the expertly tuned tickling devices combined with the new addition of the sea-monster’s talons was a cocktail of highly perfected torment mixed with unpredictable scratches on her sensitive soles.

Next the poking and kneading devices were set to torment Gill’s ribs, sides, hips and thighs. Before being reduced to gibbering hysterically all Gill could do was scream;

“No not that! Not those too!”

Whether or not her captors understood her Gill did not know, she could feel the arousal building as a result of the imps’ diabolical re-programming and tried to fight it. She dreaded the pussy tickling device and panicked when the kneading devices set to torture her thighs were replaced by feathers that gently teased her legs focusing on the backs of her knees as well as every other sweet spot. This was a softer torture interspersed with occasional bouts of kneading and poking to keep Gill nervous and anticipating what would happen next.

Eventually the tickling devices were set to a pattern so that the miner could join the sea monster at Gill’s soles. The poor scientist was finding it harder and it harder to resist the arousal and began to moan between giggles. The sea monster grumbled as he shifted to use his talons only on Gill’s right foot. The miner focused on Gill’s left foot using his calloused fingertips on her arch and a brass scratching device on Gill’s heels and the ball of her foot. Between her toes a selection of vibrating feathers and devices resembling flossers and electric toothbrushes kept Gill howling with laughter and unable to predict how the pattern of torment would change, the imps had designed the tickling devices well and sent their gigantic allies an update specifically designed to torture the poor scientist.

Just as Gill was sure she would explode with an orgasm everything stopped, her senses went from being overloaded with sensations to be left hanging in the void. The tickling devices carefully folded themselves away back into her torture frame. Every nerve in Gill’s body screamed for more but there was only the red flashing light and siren that seemed to mock every fibre of her hot red desperate body. Gill sensed the presence of whatever her IV pumped into her veins that made this denial torture possible. As she felt the looming prospect of an explosive orgasm retreat leaving only the hunger and empty cravings her poor red hot hypersensitive skin was given a new punishment.

Gill screamed as she felt the terrible intense cold of ice being drawn over her body. The giants grumbled the deep rumbling laughter of agreement as their victim wailed in incomprehensible gibberish for the ice to be taken away and the tickling to resume so she could climax. They could tell they had broken her, all eloquence was gone; instead she emitted a pitiful whine with intermittent whimpers in a delirious attempts to make words. After punishing her with the ice the miner set the torture frame to ‘clean mode’ to remove the smudges of soot and dirt that remained on their victim’s soles, sides and hips even after the ice.

Gill screamed in hysterical laughter as her body was doused in liquid soap only to be scrubbed by stiff automated scrubbing brushes. The giants leaned in to get a better view of her torment occasionally using the magnifying glass and microscope to get a closer look at their victim or focus in on her suffering soles. As Gill wailed and struggled the sea monster grumbled in protest, Gill was too hysterical to try and figure out what was going on but had noticed a third giant similar to ‘the miner’ who now stood behind the workbench leering at her lustfully. Gill knew she wasn’t merely seeing double as the new arrival had a larger nose and ears than his bespectacled, white haired superior. Additionally he had thicker grey hair and different clothes also. Eventually the sea monster left as the two miners were washing their hands in an enormous sink.

After the scrubbing procedure finished Gill’s soles were heated, oiled and roasted some more; all by devices built into the central torture frame of her now dismantled pod. Gill shrieked as the oily brushes emerged to apply the oil to her bright pink soles. She knew from her experiences with the imps this procedure was designed to make her feet ultra-ticklish and both dreaded and anticipated the tickling she knew was to come. ‘Would she manage to trick her captors and achieve orgasm this time?’

As she wondered Gill glanced down to behold the two padded drying devices that gently stimulated her sides, they were each about the size of a man’s hand and covered with a towel-like fabric that vibrated and applied just enough pressure to tickle her on her hips and sides where the soap had cleaned away the dirt and soot from the miner’s earlier fingertip tickles. As Gill leant back and accepted her punishment the penny finally dropped: ‘I just moved my head! But now I can’t!’ It came as a shock just how often Gill could now remember turning her head to look around in spite of her neck restraints, it didn’t make any sense to Gill but not much this ordeal did. The final oiling and heating of her soles had finished and the two giants were examining the tools to torture her.

Gill beheld the many scratching devices and mounted feathers with special handles so her enormous captors could use them on her comparatively tiny soles. ‘Again I just turned my head to look at the workbench!’ Gill thought to herself as her captors stomped around to position themselves at her feet. Gill experimented with turning her head the same way but her neck restraints held firm. There was little time for her wonder further as the two giants began tickling her soft pink soles freshly roasted to the absolute peak of ticklish sensitivity.

The new arrival used a selection of thimbles with terrible scratchy spikes attached to the tips whilst his superior used a pair of severely sharp spiky wheels. The new arrival could only use a few fingers per hand and experimented with a set of seven or eight of the terrible finger-capping instruments of torture to see which combinations worked best. To begin with he experimented on Gill’s right foot whilst the elder white-haired giant tormented her left with the pair of Wartenberg wheels.

Both were an equally unbearable torture for Gill, whose hypersensitivity meant she felt every scratch and every prickle far more intensely than any other woman even prior to the diabolical scrubbing, oil and roasting. Soon the pair began to share her feet, testing whether their tools worked better on her arches or her toes. All tickled terribly and the change between having a wheel slowly turning over each arch to having the thimbles skitter way as the toe-ties kept her arches taut was the worst tickle-torture Gill had endured at the hands of the giants directly so far.

The pair gleamed with pride finding that the best results could be achieved by running a pair of barrel-like spiky wheels with row after row of spikes up and down her arches in slightly different directions whilst simultaneously exploring her toes with no fewer than six of the terrible thimbles. It took the new arrival great care to use three thimbles per hand but the toe-ties made it all possible, just as Gill thought it couldn’t get any worse the smaller grey-haired giant fitted two more of the horrible devices to his thumbs bringing the total up to eight.

The older giant was just as relentless, using the two new torture instruments with multiple rows of spikes to truly torment her arches and heels. He would vary the speed of each tool independently and make little turns on her heels. This, alongside the ever varying angles kept Gill in utter hysterics. The terrible sensations were both relentless and unpredictable at the same time. Gill was so overwhelmed to even notice when a third miner giant was instructed in the finer points of this cruel technique. Her eyes were flooded by tears as she was driven to a frenzied hysteria by the tickling assault of the three giants.

The newcomer was a female miner giant with auburn braided pigtails and buck-teeth. There was scarcely room for her in the cavern but neither of her companions minded. The elder giant returned to use the single-rowed spiky metal wheels to trace along the outside of Gill’s soles before squeezing past the buxom newcomer to take his place at the workbench. The chemicals and hormones in Gill’s IV had been automatically supporting her to remain conscious long past the point she would have naturally passed out. The tickling devices required programming however, and with a cruel grin the eldest of the miner giants set the diabolical devices to the next level of intensity and pulled the lever to switch them on.

It came as a surprise to Gill that she could scream any louder or suffer any more.

The kneading devices tickling Gill’s thighs, sides and hips were more intense and unbearable than they had been during her first mechanised torture session. Two blunt padded points found the sweet spot just above her hips and dug in, vibrating and pulsating in the patterns perfected over months of study and experimentation by the imps. Similar finger-like devices poked and squeezed Gill’s ribcage whilst her underarms were tormented by a mixture of soft feathers and brushes mixed in with soft, textured artificial fingertips. The cocktail of three forms of torment on her defenceless underarms kept Gill from becoming used to the brutal, full body over-stimulation she was being forced to endure.

At her feet the two giants had taken to using one Wartenburg wheel and one set of thimbles each. These had a devastating effect everywhere from Gill’s heels to the balls of her feet. Her toes however, had been surrendered to a multitude of tickling devices. Cleverly positioned between the toe-ties were dozen of vibrating feathers filling the gaps between each toe. Underneath these around twenty to thirty flossers tormented the ultra-sensitive areas that were kept exposed by the toe-ties. To complete the toe tickling torment ten electric toothbrushes wandered and buzzed over the pads of each toe. As always the tickling devices varied and changed to keep Gill from becoming used to their administrations; the feathers buzzed at a variable intensity, the flossers slowly moved from one spot to another and the toothbrush heads slowly wandered around the pads of her toes at variable angles.

Gill became delirious and couldn’t keep track of the slow parade of torturers. More of each type of giant came to take their turn tickle-torturing their new prize. The elder miner giant stayed and adjusted the controls and occasionally took turns tickling Gill directly with his rough fingertips or with the terrible spiky wheels and thimbles. Every now and then Gill would feel the climatic release of an orgasm approach inexorably on the horizon. Every time however, and alarm would sound, the intense torture would stop and she would be left red faced and panting.

The giants took these opportunities to stretch her tender body out using the pre-programmed routines in her torture frame. Gill’s calves would be stretched by the toe-ties and a metal plate that pushed her toes and the balls of her foot back. The arms and legs of the torture frame would force her tingling body to stretch her aching muscles, bending her at the knee, elbow and shoulder and pushing her hips back. Gill was used to this as the imps had stretched her in the same way during her long internment, ever wanting their victims to be flexible and pliant.

For Gill the orgasm denial was becoming unbearable. Sometimes ice was applied to her desperate red-hot body, other times Gill was tickled softly by feathers whilst on the precipice of a tickle-gasm that left her craving the intense tickle torture she dreaded. During the course of the denial torture Gill’s breasts started to produce milk as they were softly tickled with fine feathers. Grumbling and cursing the giants applied the suction devices to collect her precious milk; all part of their agreement with the imps.

Gill lost all track of time living only in the visceral, primal moment of scintillating ticklish sensations that ceaselessly flowed through her overwhelmed nervous system as a lucid vision of both heaven and hell. Gill was desperate to climax but was still frantically struggling against her bonds as an instinctive response to escape the endless torture. Finally her body could take no-more, she had felt this sensation before during her torture sessions with the imps. The monitoring systems in her torture bench recognised the signs too. Instead of the flashing red light and alarms that had warning the giants throughout her long ordeal of denial torture a green light indicated she was ready along with a friendly ‘ping’ like that of an oven.

Gill was confused; the tickling of her soles had stopped, the torture devices also ceased and began to fold themselves away and retract back into her torture frame. Red-faced and terrified Gill huffed and puffed on the very edge of her body’s endurance. The giants were leaving the cavern; but there was no grumbling, it was as if they were sharing some joke Gill was not part of. Slowly the torture frame began to rise taking the scientist up towards the stalactites of the ceiling. Gill wailed in confusion, completely terrified of whatever was going to happen next.

Slowly her frame rose heading towards a natural fissure in rock between two of the stalactites. Gill whimpered as all around her went dark. Suddenly a metal iris began to open at the end of the fissure and there was light and noise. The air was cooler than the air of the cavern that had been warmed by its occupants since Gill’s arrival. Gill could also hear cheering and the sound of a crowd, only it was unlike the crowd from any human sporting event. Slowly Gill rose into the light blinking and wincing as her eyes adjusted. Her torture frame rose to prize of place on a small dais at the centre of the subterranean amphitheatre.

There were giants and all manner of creatures sat around the amphitheatre her cheering and whooping. At the back were around twenty of the miner giants and twelve sea monsters, their tremendous size meant that between them they occupied the entire back rows of the amphitheatre. In front were around a hundred beautiful women of a far closer proportionate size to Gill, but in her delirious state in was hard for her to tell. About three quarters of them were fair skinned and traditionally beautiful like heavenly maidens from a renaissance painting. The others had jet black skin and piercing green eyes. There was something not quite right about the way either moved but Gill could not focus to try and figure out what it was.

At the very front of the amphitheatre were tiny luxurious buildings that resemble a doll-house version of the VIP area at a sporting event, these were built for and occupied by Gill’s former captors the imps. Their influence was noticeable elsewhere in the enormous cavern, specifically the screens that showed a magnified view of Gill’s struggling body on the torture frame. Gill could see the screens too and as she settled back she realised that once again her neck restraints had been automatically loosened so she could look around in terror.

Gill was utterly humiliated; the imps had tortured her like this before at their carnival on the beach and in their equivalent of a shopping mall but something about being surrounded on all sides by sadists of all sizes made her wish her torture frame would descend back through the smaller cavern from whence it came and deeper still into the very bowels of the earth. But there was to be no such mercy!

The dreaded pussy tickling devices came to life. The twin rows of feathers began to turn whilst the feather tipped mechanical arms reached out and kicked like the legs of an up-turned beetle. The screen zoomed into show the snake-like tongue of the central soft brush tasting the air like the flickering tongue of a serpent. It was at this point Gill lost her resolve and begged:

“NO PLEASE!!!!. DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!!!!... NOT LIKE THIS!!!.. PLEASE!.... WHAT DO YOU WANT!”

The crowd roared their approval at this outburst, delighted that they had broken their captive. Some of the screens showed an action replay of Gill’s hysterical outburst whilst others showed text superimposed on a live view of their captive. The text was in no script Gill could read, that was until four numbers appeared at the bottom of the screen that was positioned just for her.

10:00

Above these numbers appeared some text in English.

RESIST FOR A LONG AS YOU CAN. FOR EVERY SECOND LEFT YOU WILL BE TORTURED FOR A MINUTE, FOR EVERY MINUTE YOU SHALL SUFFER FOR AN HOUR.​

Gill’s eyes went wide with horror as she processed the meaning of the words. She had already been teased to the limits of her endurance and now she needed to resist having an orgasm in order to avoid torture. Gill was almost certain that her captors would remove whatever chemicals or hormones that made her previous denial ordeal possible and she would explode the second the feathers touched her. On the other screens Gill caught a glimpse of a little preview for the crowds; the other captives the imps had shown her before were there begging and pleading. Shots of their faces were interspersed with close-ups of the terrible devices softly tickling their undercarriages and gently teasing their most intimate parts.

Each video was a short compilation leading to the money-shot of a climactic orgasm that each woman then payed a heavy price for, the final clips being the best of their subsequent torture session at the hands of giants, imps and MERMAIDS?!?!?!

Gill only caught a glimpse but she definitely saw a mixture of black and white mermaids on the screens tickled the women on their tortures frames that were surrounded by water by. Frantically Gill looked around, the device in her head strap sensing that this would make her ordeal more torturous and allowing it. The area around the dais she was on was an empty shallow pool surrounded by a small raised lip that would allow five or six of the impossible creatures to swim around and come up out of the water to torture her. As an oceanographer Gill’s scepticism was automatic despite her recent encounters with imps, giants and sea monsters.

There was no time for her to ponder the impossibility as the screen clearly indicated her count-down was about to begin. The crotch tickling device flickered and whirled. Gill whimpered and struggled as the two flickering feathers whisped over the delicate patch of skin between her thighs and taint. Hungrily Gill’s body responded to the soft touches. She was still tingling from the horrendous denial torture that had left her a heaving, sighing moaning bright red desperate mass of nerve endings. She had been given barely enough time to recover and now the soft feathers tantalised and teased her with the prospect of the relief she still craved. Gill closed her eyes as the spinning rows of feather made contact with her engorged pussy lips.

It took every ounce of willpower for her to resist giving in to the orgasmic release that was so close but would leave her suffering for almost a full ten hours of torment. Gill tried to distract herself by thinking of the most disgusting ocean-life she had ever seen during her studies, her professor’s terrible halitosis her great-aunt’s neck fat; anything to stop her boiling over into the screaming orgasm that would herald her next hellish torment. She kept her eyes closed for what felt like an eternity, opening them only when the tickling devices at her feet and neck activated. Her concentration was nearly broken and it was only the shock of the screen reading: 8:45 that stopped her plummeting into the soft delectable depths of complete orgasmic release.

Her screen tormented her with a close up the terrible brush flickering out like a snake’s tongue. Gill knew she wouldn’t be able to stand it and tried to shut her eyes but the control panel in her headband forced her to watch as the terrible brush zeroed in on her engorged clit. Gill began to moan and sigh as the soft tip gently traced circles around her poor throbbing gland. Inexorably it focused in on the desperate voracious cluster of nerve endings that eagerly awaited its administrations despite Gill’s utter horror at her body’s betrayal.

Screaming and red-faced the sensitive scientist succumbed to the most earth shattering orgasm her captors had inflicted upon her so far. Gill closed her eyes to the faint knowledge that eight and a half hours of torture awaited her when her the delicious orgasm was over. For now Gill was enraptured by the warm embrace of multiple orgasms that shook her to the core. Her torture frame provided a specially shaped flask to collect every last drop of quim that dribbled and squirted from her hot throbbing pussy. Slowly the brush circled and chased her clit making each orgasm more intense that the last. Just when Gill thought she could endure no more torment the brush began to vibrate.

Through the haze of her body and mind being bombarded by orgasm after orgasm Gill noticed her screen flashing 8:30 again and again to mock her in red digits that were displayed above smaller numbers that kept track of how long Gill was being forced to ride the waves of pleasure to oblivion. Gill’s nipples were stimulated and milked. Her hypersensitive feet, thighs, underarms and neck were intermittently tickled with an array of devices as her captors experimented with just how much agony and ecstasy their victim could take. As the screen revealed Gill had been forced to endure climax after climax for an hour she could take no more and the world went black.

Gill was not allowed to rest for long and awoke kneeling above a warm pool of water. Some water ebbed in from the sides of the pool whilst a steady trickle dribbled down from the ceiling. Blearily Gill guessed her torture frame was the kind that could quickly force her into a kneeling position. The imps had used similar such devices and she knew it was always bad news when the two padded panels swished around to hold the front of her lower legs, soon the rest of the terrible device would force her into the horrible kneeling position that left almost every spot exposed.

Gill could see her captors better now. The giants and sea monsters were applauding from the back as the imps cheered and chittered. The mermaids seemed to be discussing something and Gill guessed from their excitement and the water around her that it would soon be their turn to torture her. The screen had been repositioned to mock her with the knowledge that she was owed eight and a half hours of terrible tickle torture. The orgasm had been delicious, scintillating and intense like nothing else Gill had experienced before, but now she would pay the price.

The first of the mermaids were selected to enjoy their prize. Two streams allowed them to sneak through the imps custom made stands to approach the pool. Gill had thought their movements curious before and now she was flabbergasted by the utter impossibility of their approach. The pale skinned mermaids were human from the water up, their legs and hips turning into swirling serpent-like tails beneath the flickering sheen of the ice clear water. Four of these mermaids helped two of their jet-black skinned companions traverse the shallow streams. These creatures had a clear divide between their human half and their dolphin-like tails. The black mermaids were slightly larger than her, probably measuring seven foot tall whilst the ethereal angelic mermaids where harder to assess, but in their human form would probably be average human height. Before long the six impossible creatures splashed and giggled around Gill in her torture-pool.

Gill’s scepticism was buried by her terror. Despite their angelic appearance the white mermaids utterly terrified the scientist. They giggled softly as they circled around Gill who glanced around nervously. At times they appeared to stride with slender pale thighs and milk-white claves whilst others glided through the water at waist height with a single tail distorted by the rippling water. It was this that terrified Gill, not only were these creatures impossible but it was impossible for her to tell precisely where they were below the water.

The two black mermaids positioned themselves to claim their favoured spots. One slithered around behind Gill using its tail to anchor itself to the torture frame so that it could tease Gill with both of its long black arms that sported webbed textured fingers and talon-like nails. The other positioned itself at Gill’s crotch and flickered its long forked tongue. Gill quivered with anticipation, terrified and tingling that the sexual element to her ordeal was far from over.

The angelic mermaids had procured long soft plumes from somewhere and used them to start their victim’s torture softly. Gill squirmed and winced as the soft feathers explored her underarms and neck. Some of the pale skinned mermaids began softly tickling her with their long deft fingers, cooing as they did so. Gill dissolved instantly into submissive laughter, she had been tortured by the imps and giants but somehow this was different; being tickled and teased by other women made her tingle all over. The way the impossible creatures circled her was like a ritual. Gill felt herself getting excited as the heavenly creatures circled round and around softly tickling her all over. Being tickled by women was new to Gill and she felt a new burning desire to be submissive that she could neither accept nor deny.

The coal-skinned mermaids were a different story. The one behind Gill had started to use its sharp nails on the soles of her feet whilst hissing and flickering with its forked tongue, tasting and tickling her delicate neck. The one sat at her crotch also made use of its tongue to titillate and excite her still smouldering pussy. All six of the mermaids gradually increased the torture until Gill was howling. The black mermaids started to brutally tickle her thighs and feet whilst their heavenly counterparts slowly abandoned the feathers in favour of their fingers. The worst came when the water level rose such that Gill’s feet and legs were underwater.

Gill had seen how the delicate pale limbs of the mermaids turned into serpentine appendages when underwater but she did not believe her eyes until she felt the rough scales of a dozen probing mermaid tails. The terrible sensations ran all over her soles and explored her calves and the backs of her knees. There was no need for the torture frame to deploy its toe restraints and one of the mermaids used the prehensile fronds of her submerged fins to seize and splay out every toe such that her sisters could use their same terrible appendages to torment every toe and the delicate spaces between.

Gill was truly in tickle-hell and thrashed against her bonds watching the screen slowly count down and horrified that she was barely twenty minutes through her ordeal. The mermaids came and went using one of the streams to depart as the other heralded new arrivals. Gill was tickled to orgasm multiple times to the approval of the crowd. Every time she climaxed the mermaids mixed her juices with water from the pool and a strange white powder and stored it in a series of jars. Time would have lost all meaning where it not for the countdown which mocked her as it slowly kept track of her ordeal.

In the final hour the mermaids asked the imps to adjust the torture frame such that it splayed the poor scientist out on her back with only her face and breasts protruding from the water. The final eight angelic mermaids stood over Gill mocking her as she screamed a primal howl of torment at the administrations of their submerged appendages. The sensation of the scales on her hypersensitive feet was indescribable. Now the same impossible torment was inflicted upon every inch of her pale skin below the water line. The mermaids laughed at her in their own language and tickled her bare breasts which lactated in response to their expert administrations.

This caused more sadistic giggles from the mermaids who made way for the final participant: The eldest of their coal-skinned cousins who was still stunningly beautiful in a regal and striking manner. The matriarch’s goal was clear: Gill’s throbbing pussy. Gill was a red faced ball of rage, angry that she was being tortured this way yet still desperate for another ecstatic release. The mermaids painted her with the strange white concoction they had made from the powder and her juices. They fed it into her screaming mouth and smeared it on her lactating breasts. Gill’s skin tingled in response to the strange paste, deliriously she accepted the new sensations as she hungered for the final release. The matriarch had begun to use her tongue to tease her submerged clit and its expert administrations felt amazing. The other mermaids had begun to chant and rather than be scared Gill felt reassured.

The suffering scientist desperately wanted to climax and despite not understanding the words that the impossible creatures chanted Gill felt as though she needed to accept something in order to climax.

The second she accepted whatever bargain she subconsciously perceived to be the purpose of the ritual the orgasm hit her hard. The water around her bubbled and boiled turning the same white as the paste. Gill’s torture frame began to elevate, bringing her out of the water to be coated from head to toe in the white paste. She was returned to the kneeling position to be rally pleasure by all nine of the mermaids who took it in turns to keep her tightly in the throes of sexual ecstasy.

Gill lost track of time and opened her eyes from a slumber of pure bliss to behold an impossible scene. In front of her was the ambassador’s wife! Gill had been removed from the pool to a small antechamber, too blissed out to even notice what was happening. Around her on torture frames just like hers were all of the women she had seen on the imp’s videos.

“Looks like she is waking up….” One voice said.

“Did they smear the white paste all over you hunny?!” One of the women with a Texan accent asked.

Gill meekly nodded.

“Then welcome to immortality sweetheart!” The busty Texan replied.


To be continued.....
 
Another great story, thank you! Do you have any plans to return to stories in a human environment in the future?
 
What a fascinating foray so far... and quite an "ending" - I do hope you continue to the conclusion.
 
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