InterrogationAI
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Setting
In the distant future humanity has discovered a vast array of highly advanced technologies which would seem like science fiction to us, one of these is the ability to send colonies to other universes though the ever-shifting multiverse means that the alternat universe is lost track of soon after it is discovered. Despite this humanity cast itself across the cosmos and founded many colonies from people whom often wished to practice their ideology and build their societies isolated from the greater humanity, one of these worlds is that of Davrin. The people who would call this world home were practitioners of lesbianism, bondage, and tickling and wished to escape the intrusion and sometimes discrimination so they used a dimensional rift to colonize a world all their own. In this uninhabited universe they sculpted a world to fit their desires and with the help of an AI of their own creation known as the Contract that they imprinted on the fabric of reality they altered themselves and created an society to suit them. This was all many thousands of years ago and much of this history while recorded is unknown as even though some may have been alive then, as immortality was perfected long before their people set off, human memory does not stretch that long even in the best of conditions. Now their society exists as it has for many thousands of years, the Contract has eliminated nearly all violent crime though its alterations to humanity and has divided their society into three classes; the dominant class, the submissive class, and the slave class.
The dominant class is the smallest class by far and has the most power, in the economic since they are allowed to own corporations, real property (such as buildings, land, and improvements), and members of the slave class. In regards to tickling they are often doing the tickling, they have a safe thought that merely by focusing on it will compel anyone holding or tickling them to cease and release them thorough means of Contract, they cannot have sensitivity enhancers or automated ticklers used on them, and have nearly full control over any ticklish situation they are placed in. Members of the dominant class with more power and wealth often have titles to show their status. To become a member of the dominant class a member of the submissive class must petition Contract for an increase of status and demonstrate significant personal responsibility and self-control. A member of the dominant class can be stripped of their status and reduced to the submissive class by Contract due to some malfeasance as well of more conventional punishments of fines, and in some rare cases for particularly extreme cases of negligence or abuse of power they may be reduced totally to the slave class to be bought or auctioned off by aggrieved parties.
The submissive class is the largest class in society and comprises a majority of it and while their power is limited, they do have significant autonomy, while they cannot own corporations, real property, or members of the slave class they can own personal property and may rent or lease a variety of things they cannot own. In regards to tickling they range from strict ticklers to dedicated ticklee and some may make spending money selling such services as a personal business or as an employee, when being tickled they need to consent to sessions with a length ranging from five minutes to an hour during which they are at the mercy of their tickler but cannot have sensitivity enhancers or automated ticklers used on them but their tickler is free to use any skills or conventional tools they possess at their leisure, while session length cannot be extended once the session starts once the tickling stops they may immediately consent to another session if they wish. When they commit wrongdoings, they are often fined but if their infraction is particularly severe or if they are deeply in debt, they may be reduced to the slave class.
The slave class is deprived of most personal rights beyond that their bodily needs must be cared for by their owner and entirely comprised of individuals who have committed grave enough or numerous enough wrong doings to be shifted into it this class, they cannot own anything and in fact are owned by a member of the dominant class or corporation run by members of the dominant class. In regards to tickling they are almost always the ones being tickled with the exception of few used as enslaved ticklers by their owners and there are few limits on methods that can be used to tickle them, as an example a slave could be locked into an automated tickling machine after being subjected to maximum strength sensitizer to vastly increase their ticklishness while they have been fitted with a climax denial system to deny them pleasure then left in such a state for months on end so long as their bodily needs are taken care of such as through the use of quantum nutrition patches and bodily suspension serums to remove their need to eat, sleep, drink, or use the restroom for the duration, any of these methods could not be used on a member of the submissive or dominant class individually but all can be used simultaneously on a member of the slave class if their owner wishes it. Slave class members must follow the orders of their owner or those authorized to order them so long as they would not cause self-harm as determined by Contract, this takes the form of a compulsion that they are helpless to resist no matter how strong their will is. When an individual is shifted into the slave class there is a minimum duration ranging between one and ten years during which they may not leave the class, after this period their owner may promote them to a member of the submissive class but they have no obligation so a slave must just hope they are one day purchased by an owner who will promote them rather than keep them as a slave indefinitely.
Here are some short stories set in this world so this is more than just a boring infodump, I will be posting longer and multipart stores later when I have time.
End of an Evening
Submissive Samantha would not be figured to be one by those who did not know much about her, she had a strong and composed baring, was personally wealthy due to smart investments, and was almost always the one doing the tickling rather than being tickled. Samantha was not tall at short with a thin but strong figure courtesy of regular exercise while still affording her a B cup, dusty colored skin, hazel eyes, and raven hair that ran down her back in a braded pony tail, while her features were to severe to be considered cute or beautiful she would be considered handsome which made her imposing when combined with her cool confidence despite her shorter than average height, and currently she was naked from the waste up and barefoot with a pair of sleek yet comfortable navy blue sweats and chocolate brown painted finger nails, toe nails, and lips as her only clothing. At this moment she was finishing up a half hour tickle session for another submissive, her girlfriend of four years Alina who was currently strapped to an x-frame laughing under Samantha’s skilled fingers. Alina was of medium height with a curvy figure but not what one would consider fat but that still gave her double D breasts, light skin with freckles on her face, emerald eyes, and copper hair cut in a bobbed cut and her only clothing being a silken red thong. Alina continually twisted and jerked her body on the frame as much as her standing spreadeagled posture would let her and laughed and squeaked continually as Samantha dragged and skittered her nails along her sensitive belly, occasionally darting them into her belly button, exposed armpits, or dragging them along the underside of her exposed breasts.
Samantha “And that is thirty minutes, want to go for more?”
Alina sat their panting on the frame then shook her head.
Alina “No, an hour with you would be more than I could easily enjoy.”
Samantha sighed and started to remove the leather cuffs from her girlfriend’s wrists and ankles, she liked being with Alina but their were a few points that troubled her. First was that she bowed out of tickling way to quickly for Samantha taste and second was Alina’s unfortunate gambling problem, she loved roulette and it showed by her small apartment epically when compared to Samantha’s. Alina noticed the slight frustration in her partner and turned to her.
Alina “I don’t mind if you rent a slave to tickle, I am sure one of your dominant friends would be more than willing to lend you some.”
Samantha nodded and was lost in though briefly, this evening she was going to meet two of those very same dominant friends. She smiled back at her girlfriend.
Samantha “I am talking to them this evening so I will make sure to bring it up.”
They both smiled at each other and Samantha though of how even if the girl made her ache with worry at times she would hate to be without her.”
Dominant Meeting
The dominant Morgan was preparing for her two guests, the submissive Samantha and the fellow dominant Luan. Luan was slightly shorter than average with chocolate skin and an average figure with pert C cup breasts, hazel eyes and a cleanly shaven head all wrapped up in a smart suit. She owned and managed a now quite successful casino and it was in a big part thanks to these two, her closest friends who contribute significant amounts of their savings to her venture project and were now reaping dividends in many forms. Their entertainment for the evening in the form of a slave; however, they were not a slave just this morning and had been a submissive become a slave due to reckless gambling in the casino placing them in massive debt. Mini’s currently nude body was quite short and skinny with slim A cup breasts, snow white artificially dyed skin, her lips, fingernails, toenails, and eyes were all artificially colored electric green to match her artificially colored hair cut in an angled bob cut. Morgan called Mini into the entertainment room and directed her to where she would be for the evening, a darkly upholstered rack with a set of padded stocks complete with toe ties at one end and a set of thick padded cuffs at attached to a geared roller at the other end designed to stretch the occupant in a line rather than a spread-eagle. Mini approached the rack and sat on the edge smirking at Morgan, Morgan shook her head and when to the end of the rack and opened the stocks then pointed at them.
Morgan “Place your feet in the stocks while I secure them.”
Still smiling Mini placed her ankles in the stock’s depressions while Morgan close them then proceeded to tie back her toes so her feet where immobilized with spread toes. Then she walked past the still smiling Mini then picked up the padded cuffs and turned to her.
Morgan “Place your wrists in these cuffs while I secure them.”
Mini raised an eyebrow and did as ordered as her wrists were bound then lay back on the rack and yawned lazily making Morgans eye twitched as the approached the wheel. She worked the mechanism with satisfying series of clicks, each click reduced the slack on the chain until their was none left but still she continued. Now the rack started to actually stretch Mini’s body and with each click her arms inched towards the roller, her belly crew more concave, her small breasts flattened against her ribs, and her armpits deepened. At this point Morgan stopped then walked to the middle of the rack then reached her hands into Mini’s armpits and scrabbled her nails along the smooth hollows observing as she giggled softly and her arms and legs shifted slightly, then she moved to the top of the rack and tightened it two more clicks at which Mini closed her eyes, leaned back her head, and moaned wetly. Morgan shook her head then sat down on one of the chairs.
Mini “What, you got me stretched out here as a piece of ticklish meat and you are not even going to take advantage?”
Morgan clicked her tongue.
Morgan “Stop talking Mini.”
Mini clamped her mouth shut and made a quiet muffled sound before falling completely silent as Morgan got up and prepared some drinks for her soon to arrive guests. Soon enough Samantha and Luan arrived, first was Samantha in a sheer blue strapless dress and matching sandals. Next was Luan with her tall regal figure, golden brown skin, and platinum blond hair with amber eyes, all wrapped up in a shimmering golden dress with a single strap and matching high heels. Hugs and pleasantries where exchanged and alcohol was drank then they moved to the entertainment of the evening. Luan grabbed two hairbrushes and a bottle of mild sensitizing oil went to Mini’s restrained feet while Samantha and Morgan went to her sides, the oil was passed around as it was rubbed into every inch of Mini’s exposed skin as the slave giggled softly while she clenched and unclenched her fists as her skin’s sensitivity was doubled. Then they began to softly tickle Mini’s body, Luan stroking individual fingers up and down her souls, Samantha tracing a single finger in slow circular patterns on her taut belly, and Morgan running a single finger from each armpit to the base of her ribs and back again. This soft treatment continued for almost ten minutes as Mini snickered, giggled, and occasionally snorted then with a silent signal the tree intensified their treatment. Luan picked up the brushes and started aggressively scrubbing the motionless soles before her, Samantha skittered her nails on the taut belly while occasionally squeezing sides or dipping into the bellybutton, and dragged her nails down the exposed ribcage and spidering fingers in her stretched armpits. Mini went silent and her eyes widened then before they shut tightly as her fists clenched, and she threw back her head and let out a peel of shrill laughter. After seven minutes sweat started to bead along her body and tears leaked from her eyes as her laughter became low and husky, then Luan as the most expert tickler raised her hand and every slowed their tickling then stopped as Mini started to giggle and pant. Luan stroked her chin.
Luan “I get it, she the rare sort of type who while sensitive also derives significant erotic pleasure from it to the point that she can climax from tickling alone. Now the question is do we want to let this slave have that pleasure?”
She and Samantha looked at Morgan as if waiting for instructions who brought her fingers to her chin in a moment of contemplation then looked at her friends.
Morgan “Could you keep her giggling with soft tickles while I go grab something quickly.”
The two nodded then closed in on their stretched sensitive victim and resumed the soft tickles they had first started with causing her to start then begin giggling and snorting. Morgan went to one of the cabinets in the room then brought out a white box, a roll of adhesive, a black ball gag, and a black blindfold then returned to her friends and set the supplies down out is sight of the racked slave. She opened the box and showed its contents to her friends, inch and a half long vibrating eggs and a controller for them.
Morgan “I was thinking we could tickle her to orgasm then use this stuff on her.”
Her friends looked at each other then smiled as the three of them resumed their positions around Mini’s bowstring taut body then waited a second before they resumed tickling at full force, she threw back her head with a shriek before collapsing into laughter once more. They continued their aggressive tickling and after two minutes she was back to deep husky laughter and three minutes after that she had turned to silent laughter. They picked up their pace even more than before as they tried to push the small skinny slave over the edge, within another minute their efforts were rewarded as Mini’s entire body shuddered then her eyes flew open as the started desperately shaking her head back and forth.
Luan “There we go, she came and now she is suffering from post-orgasm sensitivity making her more ticklish.”
They all pulled back as their racked slave collapsed into residual laughter even as the tickling had stopped. Morgan moves quickly as she picked up the ball gag and blindfold before gaging then blindfolding the surprised slave, after this was done, they started affixing the vibrate eggs across her helpless form. One in each armpit, two on each side of the ribs, one on each nipple, one in the belly button and four around it as well as one on each side, two on each foot, and last but not least one insider her against her clit. The they all stand back as Morgan takes up the remote then switches it to max, Mini immediately screams into her gag as her fists clench tight as she devolves into a mix of muffled screams and muted laughter.
Morgan “So, how about we go to the dining room to talk over snacks.”
Everybody nods and agrees as they leave the room and leave Mini to her fresh torment. In the dining room they are chatting idlily over cheese and grapes and the discussion slowly shifts to Samantha’s personal life as she describes the issues she is having.
Samantha “When she mentioned renting a slave it brought my mind to the idea of becoming a dominant myself, I have considered it for some time but have never been fully certain if I should.
Luan and Morgan in unison “Definitely.”
Samantha starts as they list of the various ways that she is actually the most responsible of the three of them making her blush slightly then Morgan brought up another point.
Morgan “Beyond that if you are a dominant you can buy her if she gets herself made into a slave, I mean you know how she gambles and that slave in their was a submissive this morning but got too deep in gambling debt. With our casino connections if you are a dominant you could easily buy her up before she goes to auction but if you are a submissive at the time, well who knows where she could wind up and how hard it would be to get her back.”
That made up Samantha’s mind as she pictured Alina gaged, blindfolded, coated in high strength sensitizer that multiple her sensitivity by ten times, and stretched on a rack while being tickled by automated feather wheels and mechanical hands for weeks on end. And while the idea did excite Samantha somewhat she knew she would have difficulty rescuing Alina from such a hard core slave breaker dungeon if that situation were to occurred even if she was a dominant let alone a submissive. After she made her decision she and her friends shared another half our of conversation before Samantha and Luan departed and left Morgan alone. She got up and returned to the entertainment room and looked at the state of Mini after over an hour of automated torment, and what a state it was. Sweat was pooling around her body, tracks of tears were running down from around her blindfold, a pool was forming between her legs, and she was entirely silent. Morgan turned off the vibrators then started to take them off one by one before losing the tension on the rack slightly and removing the blindfold and gag, Mini sat their mouthing at her for several second before it occurred to her.
Morgan “You may speak freely once more.”
Mini gasped then shuddered then started to beg.
Mini “Please, Please, PLEASE forgive me for my rudeness. I’m SO SO SORRY, please stop punishing me. I don’t want to laugh and cum anymore.”
Morgan stood their for a moment in contemplation and placed her had on the wheel of the rack as Mini’s pleas got more desperate. Then she moved over and released Mini’s wrists from their bonds.
Morgan “Oh all right, I will let your wrongs be forgiven but try to be more attentive in the future. Now release yourself, clean off this rack, then rinse off in the shower, I have some things I need you to do for me this evening.”
Mini desperately thanked her then hurried to obey her commands and Morgan smiled contentedly.
A Spot of Revenge
Jeta paced back and forth nervously in her cell, barely large enough to fit her comfortably, she was very big at over six feet in height with a muscular physique including a six pack, her lightly tanned skin entirely devoid of cloths, her blue eyes framed by her dark blond hair done up in a disheveled pixy cut. She went over and over in her mind how she had reached this point in her life, less than a week ago she was a dominant and now she was a slave with her own foolishness to blame. Firstly, she had not been a dominant for long and became arrogant, the height of which was mouthing off to another dominant named Luan and spending her money lavishly. Soon enough she needed money and fast or else she would lose her status and go back to being a submissive, then she got the bright idea to enter the dominant lottery. The prizes were very significant this time and the negative prize of being made a slave while a threat had such a low probability that she felt she could risk it, she thought wrong. She had stood in shock when the numbers came up showing she had lost her freedom and the lottery attends grabbed her and stripped her body bare before marching her on stage and chaining her body spreadeagled between two pillars before beginning the auction. It was already one of the worst days of her life but then she saw who made the winning bid, Luan had not been in the lottery but had been at the event and had made a large initial bid to convince the other people to save their money for other slaves and it had worked. When Jeta came face to face with her new owner her stomach dropped as she saw the small malicious smile on the woman’s face, she had been taken to Luan’s home and locked in this cell all without the woman saying a word saying a word. Jeta had eaten the food left for her then had had little else to do but stew in her own thoughts. Suddenly the door opened to her cell and their stood Luan who spoke before she could get in a word edgewise.
Luan “Follow me.”
Jeta did as commanded and they arrived at another door which she was ordered to enter, when she entered the room, she saw a machine at the center. A table that was somewhere between a cross and an x-frame with the two legs spread at 30 degrees and the arms sticking out straight from the sides at 90-degree angels, there were four mechanical arms one by each foot, one by each armpit, and one between the legs and each of these arms ended in a wheel covered in soft feathery bristles and a sprayer. Jeta’s knees felt week as she contemplated that her feet and armpits where the most ticklish parts of her body, this was a tickle machine equipped with her in mind specifically. Luan interrupted her thoughts by giving her a vile of fluid to drink while she applied a white patch to the back of her neck and a pink one to her pubic area, and when she was finished Luan ordered her again.
Luan “Go to the table and lie down so I can strap you down.”
Jeta did not want to but could not stop herself as he side down ad spread her limbs as Luan buckled strong straps around her wrists and ankles, then she pressed a button and the limbs of the table extend and stretched her body tight. Jeta finally found her voice again but it was deprived of any of her normal self-assurance.
Jeta “Please their must be something I can do, some way I can gain your forgiveness. PLEASE have mercy.”
Luan looked like she was lost in thought then replied.
Luan “Ok, I will not keep you on this thing for as long as I could. Now please be quite while I explain what this thing does.”
Jeta relaxed somewhat but was still tense and fearful.
Luan “The patches and solution will sustain you in perfect health for the duration of the punishment as well as keep you conscious and prevent you from climaxing, that is what the one on your pubic area is for, so with the machines ability to automatically replace the patches and give you new does of solution this automated punishment could theoretically last for years. I will not be punishing you in it for anywhere near that length of time because you requested mercy. Each arm has an atomic tickling arm as well as a sprayer with high strength sensitizer that will increase the target areas by ten times, I am sure you can guess where each arm will be stimulating. Together they will work for ten-minute periods to keep you aroused and in ticklish torment, between these periods their will be break periods with a random duration between three and twelve minutes. The positioning of the arms ensures that you cannot see them operate and they operate silently so you have no way to know when they activate until they press against your sensitive areas. Now do you understand, answer yes or no before I leave so as to not try my mercy.”
Jeta’s mind will filled with terror, the punishment sounded extreme and unendurable. She was thankful for the small mercy offered as multiple years of it would likely leave her broken beyond broken but even a week or two of it would likely change who she was. Still despite her fear she mustered the strength to respond.
Jeta “Y-yes.”
Luan “Excellent, now I will be leaving you to endure your punishment for your rudeness and arrogance. See you in 90 days.”
Jeta was so shocked that Luan had left and close the door behind her before she could find her voice. Left alone she could do nothing but stew in animal panic, despite her strength she could barely struggle due to the tension her body was under and its position. Her teeth chattered, her hands spasmodically clinched and unclenched as her toes curled and uncurled, it felt like ages passed but it was likely only minutes. Then it happened and the sensation drove all else from her mind, at first she let out a scream followed by peals of unrestrained and near demented laughter but with minutes she was reduced to silent laughter as tears steamed from her eyes as sweat covered her body. After ten minutes that felt like eternity it was over as she lay their sobbing and gasping, that was worse than she had ever imagined, her body burned with arousal that would have no release from the stimulation between her legs and her armpits and feet tingled from the maddening tickling that had just ended. Then her mind started to work again and she realized that that was the just the first taste and their would-be thousands more like it over the next 90 days and each would be worse than the last.
Despair filled her mind as she faced her reality of the situation, she had no choice but to endure a torment she could not withstand.
In the distant future humanity has discovered a vast array of highly advanced technologies which would seem like science fiction to us, one of these is the ability to send colonies to other universes though the ever-shifting multiverse means that the alternat universe is lost track of soon after it is discovered. Despite this humanity cast itself across the cosmos and founded many colonies from people whom often wished to practice their ideology and build their societies isolated from the greater humanity, one of these worlds is that of Davrin. The people who would call this world home were practitioners of lesbianism, bondage, and tickling and wished to escape the intrusion and sometimes discrimination so they used a dimensional rift to colonize a world all their own. In this uninhabited universe they sculpted a world to fit their desires and with the help of an AI of their own creation known as the Contract that they imprinted on the fabric of reality they altered themselves and created an society to suit them. This was all many thousands of years ago and much of this history while recorded is unknown as even though some may have been alive then, as immortality was perfected long before their people set off, human memory does not stretch that long even in the best of conditions. Now their society exists as it has for many thousands of years, the Contract has eliminated nearly all violent crime though its alterations to humanity and has divided their society into three classes; the dominant class, the submissive class, and the slave class.
The dominant class is the smallest class by far and has the most power, in the economic since they are allowed to own corporations, real property (such as buildings, land, and improvements), and members of the slave class. In regards to tickling they are often doing the tickling, they have a safe thought that merely by focusing on it will compel anyone holding or tickling them to cease and release them thorough means of Contract, they cannot have sensitivity enhancers or automated ticklers used on them, and have nearly full control over any ticklish situation they are placed in. Members of the dominant class with more power and wealth often have titles to show their status. To become a member of the dominant class a member of the submissive class must petition Contract for an increase of status and demonstrate significant personal responsibility and self-control. A member of the dominant class can be stripped of their status and reduced to the submissive class by Contract due to some malfeasance as well of more conventional punishments of fines, and in some rare cases for particularly extreme cases of negligence or abuse of power they may be reduced totally to the slave class to be bought or auctioned off by aggrieved parties.
The submissive class is the largest class in society and comprises a majority of it and while their power is limited, they do have significant autonomy, while they cannot own corporations, real property, or members of the slave class they can own personal property and may rent or lease a variety of things they cannot own. In regards to tickling they range from strict ticklers to dedicated ticklee and some may make spending money selling such services as a personal business or as an employee, when being tickled they need to consent to sessions with a length ranging from five minutes to an hour during which they are at the mercy of their tickler but cannot have sensitivity enhancers or automated ticklers used on them but their tickler is free to use any skills or conventional tools they possess at their leisure, while session length cannot be extended once the session starts once the tickling stops they may immediately consent to another session if they wish. When they commit wrongdoings, they are often fined but if their infraction is particularly severe or if they are deeply in debt, they may be reduced to the slave class.
The slave class is deprived of most personal rights beyond that their bodily needs must be cared for by their owner and entirely comprised of individuals who have committed grave enough or numerous enough wrong doings to be shifted into it this class, they cannot own anything and in fact are owned by a member of the dominant class or corporation run by members of the dominant class. In regards to tickling they are almost always the ones being tickled with the exception of few used as enslaved ticklers by their owners and there are few limits on methods that can be used to tickle them, as an example a slave could be locked into an automated tickling machine after being subjected to maximum strength sensitizer to vastly increase their ticklishness while they have been fitted with a climax denial system to deny them pleasure then left in such a state for months on end so long as their bodily needs are taken care of such as through the use of quantum nutrition patches and bodily suspension serums to remove their need to eat, sleep, drink, or use the restroom for the duration, any of these methods could not be used on a member of the submissive or dominant class individually but all can be used simultaneously on a member of the slave class if their owner wishes it. Slave class members must follow the orders of their owner or those authorized to order them so long as they would not cause self-harm as determined by Contract, this takes the form of a compulsion that they are helpless to resist no matter how strong their will is. When an individual is shifted into the slave class there is a minimum duration ranging between one and ten years during which they may not leave the class, after this period their owner may promote them to a member of the submissive class but they have no obligation so a slave must just hope they are one day purchased by an owner who will promote them rather than keep them as a slave indefinitely.
Here are some short stories set in this world so this is more than just a boring infodump, I will be posting longer and multipart stores later when I have time.
End of an Evening
Submissive Samantha would not be figured to be one by those who did not know much about her, she had a strong and composed baring, was personally wealthy due to smart investments, and was almost always the one doing the tickling rather than being tickled. Samantha was not tall at short with a thin but strong figure courtesy of regular exercise while still affording her a B cup, dusty colored skin, hazel eyes, and raven hair that ran down her back in a braded pony tail, while her features were to severe to be considered cute or beautiful she would be considered handsome which made her imposing when combined with her cool confidence despite her shorter than average height, and currently she was naked from the waste up and barefoot with a pair of sleek yet comfortable navy blue sweats and chocolate brown painted finger nails, toe nails, and lips as her only clothing. At this moment she was finishing up a half hour tickle session for another submissive, her girlfriend of four years Alina who was currently strapped to an x-frame laughing under Samantha’s skilled fingers. Alina was of medium height with a curvy figure but not what one would consider fat but that still gave her double D breasts, light skin with freckles on her face, emerald eyes, and copper hair cut in a bobbed cut and her only clothing being a silken red thong. Alina continually twisted and jerked her body on the frame as much as her standing spreadeagled posture would let her and laughed and squeaked continually as Samantha dragged and skittered her nails along her sensitive belly, occasionally darting them into her belly button, exposed armpits, or dragging them along the underside of her exposed breasts.
Samantha “And that is thirty minutes, want to go for more?”
Alina sat their panting on the frame then shook her head.
Alina “No, an hour with you would be more than I could easily enjoy.”
Samantha sighed and started to remove the leather cuffs from her girlfriend’s wrists and ankles, she liked being with Alina but their were a few points that troubled her. First was that she bowed out of tickling way to quickly for Samantha taste and second was Alina’s unfortunate gambling problem, she loved roulette and it showed by her small apartment epically when compared to Samantha’s. Alina noticed the slight frustration in her partner and turned to her.
Alina “I don’t mind if you rent a slave to tickle, I am sure one of your dominant friends would be more than willing to lend you some.”
Samantha nodded and was lost in though briefly, this evening she was going to meet two of those very same dominant friends. She smiled back at her girlfriend.
Samantha “I am talking to them this evening so I will make sure to bring it up.”
They both smiled at each other and Samantha though of how even if the girl made her ache with worry at times she would hate to be without her.”
Dominant Meeting
The dominant Morgan was preparing for her two guests, the submissive Samantha and the fellow dominant Luan. Luan was slightly shorter than average with chocolate skin and an average figure with pert C cup breasts, hazel eyes and a cleanly shaven head all wrapped up in a smart suit. She owned and managed a now quite successful casino and it was in a big part thanks to these two, her closest friends who contribute significant amounts of their savings to her venture project and were now reaping dividends in many forms. Their entertainment for the evening in the form of a slave; however, they were not a slave just this morning and had been a submissive become a slave due to reckless gambling in the casino placing them in massive debt. Mini’s currently nude body was quite short and skinny with slim A cup breasts, snow white artificially dyed skin, her lips, fingernails, toenails, and eyes were all artificially colored electric green to match her artificially colored hair cut in an angled bob cut. Morgan called Mini into the entertainment room and directed her to where she would be for the evening, a darkly upholstered rack with a set of padded stocks complete with toe ties at one end and a set of thick padded cuffs at attached to a geared roller at the other end designed to stretch the occupant in a line rather than a spread-eagle. Mini approached the rack and sat on the edge smirking at Morgan, Morgan shook her head and when to the end of the rack and opened the stocks then pointed at them.
Morgan “Place your feet in the stocks while I secure them.”
Still smiling Mini placed her ankles in the stock’s depressions while Morgan close them then proceeded to tie back her toes so her feet where immobilized with spread toes. Then she walked past the still smiling Mini then picked up the padded cuffs and turned to her.
Morgan “Place your wrists in these cuffs while I secure them.”
Mini raised an eyebrow and did as ordered as her wrists were bound then lay back on the rack and yawned lazily making Morgans eye twitched as the approached the wheel. She worked the mechanism with satisfying series of clicks, each click reduced the slack on the chain until their was none left but still she continued. Now the rack started to actually stretch Mini’s body and with each click her arms inched towards the roller, her belly crew more concave, her small breasts flattened against her ribs, and her armpits deepened. At this point Morgan stopped then walked to the middle of the rack then reached her hands into Mini’s armpits and scrabbled her nails along the smooth hollows observing as she giggled softly and her arms and legs shifted slightly, then she moved to the top of the rack and tightened it two more clicks at which Mini closed her eyes, leaned back her head, and moaned wetly. Morgan shook her head then sat down on one of the chairs.
Mini “What, you got me stretched out here as a piece of ticklish meat and you are not even going to take advantage?”
Morgan clicked her tongue.
Morgan “Stop talking Mini.”
Mini clamped her mouth shut and made a quiet muffled sound before falling completely silent as Morgan got up and prepared some drinks for her soon to arrive guests. Soon enough Samantha and Luan arrived, first was Samantha in a sheer blue strapless dress and matching sandals. Next was Luan with her tall regal figure, golden brown skin, and platinum blond hair with amber eyes, all wrapped up in a shimmering golden dress with a single strap and matching high heels. Hugs and pleasantries where exchanged and alcohol was drank then they moved to the entertainment of the evening. Luan grabbed two hairbrushes and a bottle of mild sensitizing oil went to Mini’s restrained feet while Samantha and Morgan went to her sides, the oil was passed around as it was rubbed into every inch of Mini’s exposed skin as the slave giggled softly while she clenched and unclenched her fists as her skin’s sensitivity was doubled. Then they began to softly tickle Mini’s body, Luan stroking individual fingers up and down her souls, Samantha tracing a single finger in slow circular patterns on her taut belly, and Morgan running a single finger from each armpit to the base of her ribs and back again. This soft treatment continued for almost ten minutes as Mini snickered, giggled, and occasionally snorted then with a silent signal the tree intensified their treatment. Luan picked up the brushes and started aggressively scrubbing the motionless soles before her, Samantha skittered her nails on the taut belly while occasionally squeezing sides or dipping into the bellybutton, and dragged her nails down the exposed ribcage and spidering fingers in her stretched armpits. Mini went silent and her eyes widened then before they shut tightly as her fists clenched, and she threw back her head and let out a peel of shrill laughter. After seven minutes sweat started to bead along her body and tears leaked from her eyes as her laughter became low and husky, then Luan as the most expert tickler raised her hand and every slowed their tickling then stopped as Mini started to giggle and pant. Luan stroked her chin.
Luan “I get it, she the rare sort of type who while sensitive also derives significant erotic pleasure from it to the point that she can climax from tickling alone. Now the question is do we want to let this slave have that pleasure?”
She and Samantha looked at Morgan as if waiting for instructions who brought her fingers to her chin in a moment of contemplation then looked at her friends.
Morgan “Could you keep her giggling with soft tickles while I go grab something quickly.”
The two nodded then closed in on their stretched sensitive victim and resumed the soft tickles they had first started with causing her to start then begin giggling and snorting. Morgan went to one of the cabinets in the room then brought out a white box, a roll of adhesive, a black ball gag, and a black blindfold then returned to her friends and set the supplies down out is sight of the racked slave. She opened the box and showed its contents to her friends, inch and a half long vibrating eggs and a controller for them.
Morgan “I was thinking we could tickle her to orgasm then use this stuff on her.”
Her friends looked at each other then smiled as the three of them resumed their positions around Mini’s bowstring taut body then waited a second before they resumed tickling at full force, she threw back her head with a shriek before collapsing into laughter once more. They continued their aggressive tickling and after two minutes she was back to deep husky laughter and three minutes after that she had turned to silent laughter. They picked up their pace even more than before as they tried to push the small skinny slave over the edge, within another minute their efforts were rewarded as Mini’s entire body shuddered then her eyes flew open as the started desperately shaking her head back and forth.
Luan “There we go, she came and now she is suffering from post-orgasm sensitivity making her more ticklish.”
They all pulled back as their racked slave collapsed into residual laughter even as the tickling had stopped. Morgan moves quickly as she picked up the ball gag and blindfold before gaging then blindfolding the surprised slave, after this was done, they started affixing the vibrate eggs across her helpless form. One in each armpit, two on each side of the ribs, one on each nipple, one in the belly button and four around it as well as one on each side, two on each foot, and last but not least one insider her against her clit. The they all stand back as Morgan takes up the remote then switches it to max, Mini immediately screams into her gag as her fists clench tight as she devolves into a mix of muffled screams and muted laughter.
Morgan “So, how about we go to the dining room to talk over snacks.”
Everybody nods and agrees as they leave the room and leave Mini to her fresh torment. In the dining room they are chatting idlily over cheese and grapes and the discussion slowly shifts to Samantha’s personal life as she describes the issues she is having.
Samantha “When she mentioned renting a slave it brought my mind to the idea of becoming a dominant myself, I have considered it for some time but have never been fully certain if I should.
Luan and Morgan in unison “Definitely.”
Samantha starts as they list of the various ways that she is actually the most responsible of the three of them making her blush slightly then Morgan brought up another point.
Morgan “Beyond that if you are a dominant you can buy her if she gets herself made into a slave, I mean you know how she gambles and that slave in their was a submissive this morning but got too deep in gambling debt. With our casino connections if you are a dominant you could easily buy her up before she goes to auction but if you are a submissive at the time, well who knows where she could wind up and how hard it would be to get her back.”
That made up Samantha’s mind as she pictured Alina gaged, blindfolded, coated in high strength sensitizer that multiple her sensitivity by ten times, and stretched on a rack while being tickled by automated feather wheels and mechanical hands for weeks on end. And while the idea did excite Samantha somewhat she knew she would have difficulty rescuing Alina from such a hard core slave breaker dungeon if that situation were to occurred even if she was a dominant let alone a submissive. After she made her decision she and her friends shared another half our of conversation before Samantha and Luan departed and left Morgan alone. She got up and returned to the entertainment room and looked at the state of Mini after over an hour of automated torment, and what a state it was. Sweat was pooling around her body, tracks of tears were running down from around her blindfold, a pool was forming between her legs, and she was entirely silent. Morgan turned off the vibrators then started to take them off one by one before losing the tension on the rack slightly and removing the blindfold and gag, Mini sat their mouthing at her for several second before it occurred to her.
Morgan “You may speak freely once more.”
Mini gasped then shuddered then started to beg.
Mini “Please, Please, PLEASE forgive me for my rudeness. I’m SO SO SORRY, please stop punishing me. I don’t want to laugh and cum anymore.”
Morgan stood their for a moment in contemplation and placed her had on the wheel of the rack as Mini’s pleas got more desperate. Then she moved over and released Mini’s wrists from their bonds.
Morgan “Oh all right, I will let your wrongs be forgiven but try to be more attentive in the future. Now release yourself, clean off this rack, then rinse off in the shower, I have some things I need you to do for me this evening.”
Mini desperately thanked her then hurried to obey her commands and Morgan smiled contentedly.
A Spot of Revenge
Jeta paced back and forth nervously in her cell, barely large enough to fit her comfortably, she was very big at over six feet in height with a muscular physique including a six pack, her lightly tanned skin entirely devoid of cloths, her blue eyes framed by her dark blond hair done up in a disheveled pixy cut. She went over and over in her mind how she had reached this point in her life, less than a week ago she was a dominant and now she was a slave with her own foolishness to blame. Firstly, she had not been a dominant for long and became arrogant, the height of which was mouthing off to another dominant named Luan and spending her money lavishly. Soon enough she needed money and fast or else she would lose her status and go back to being a submissive, then she got the bright idea to enter the dominant lottery. The prizes were very significant this time and the negative prize of being made a slave while a threat had such a low probability that she felt she could risk it, she thought wrong. She had stood in shock when the numbers came up showing she had lost her freedom and the lottery attends grabbed her and stripped her body bare before marching her on stage and chaining her body spreadeagled between two pillars before beginning the auction. It was already one of the worst days of her life but then she saw who made the winning bid, Luan had not been in the lottery but had been at the event and had made a large initial bid to convince the other people to save their money for other slaves and it had worked. When Jeta came face to face with her new owner her stomach dropped as she saw the small malicious smile on the woman’s face, she had been taken to Luan’s home and locked in this cell all without the woman saying a word saying a word. Jeta had eaten the food left for her then had had little else to do but stew in her own thoughts. Suddenly the door opened to her cell and their stood Luan who spoke before she could get in a word edgewise.
Luan “Follow me.”
Jeta did as commanded and they arrived at another door which she was ordered to enter, when she entered the room, she saw a machine at the center. A table that was somewhere between a cross and an x-frame with the two legs spread at 30 degrees and the arms sticking out straight from the sides at 90-degree angels, there were four mechanical arms one by each foot, one by each armpit, and one between the legs and each of these arms ended in a wheel covered in soft feathery bristles and a sprayer. Jeta’s knees felt week as she contemplated that her feet and armpits where the most ticklish parts of her body, this was a tickle machine equipped with her in mind specifically. Luan interrupted her thoughts by giving her a vile of fluid to drink while she applied a white patch to the back of her neck and a pink one to her pubic area, and when she was finished Luan ordered her again.
Luan “Go to the table and lie down so I can strap you down.”
Jeta did not want to but could not stop herself as he side down ad spread her limbs as Luan buckled strong straps around her wrists and ankles, then she pressed a button and the limbs of the table extend and stretched her body tight. Jeta finally found her voice again but it was deprived of any of her normal self-assurance.
Jeta “Please their must be something I can do, some way I can gain your forgiveness. PLEASE have mercy.”
Luan looked like she was lost in thought then replied.
Luan “Ok, I will not keep you on this thing for as long as I could. Now please be quite while I explain what this thing does.”
Jeta relaxed somewhat but was still tense and fearful.
Luan “The patches and solution will sustain you in perfect health for the duration of the punishment as well as keep you conscious and prevent you from climaxing, that is what the one on your pubic area is for, so with the machines ability to automatically replace the patches and give you new does of solution this automated punishment could theoretically last for years. I will not be punishing you in it for anywhere near that length of time because you requested mercy. Each arm has an atomic tickling arm as well as a sprayer with high strength sensitizer that will increase the target areas by ten times, I am sure you can guess where each arm will be stimulating. Together they will work for ten-minute periods to keep you aroused and in ticklish torment, between these periods their will be break periods with a random duration between three and twelve minutes. The positioning of the arms ensures that you cannot see them operate and they operate silently so you have no way to know when they activate until they press against your sensitive areas. Now do you understand, answer yes or no before I leave so as to not try my mercy.”
Jeta’s mind will filled with terror, the punishment sounded extreme and unendurable. She was thankful for the small mercy offered as multiple years of it would likely leave her broken beyond broken but even a week or two of it would likely change who she was. Still despite her fear she mustered the strength to respond.
Jeta “Y-yes.”
Luan “Excellent, now I will be leaving you to endure your punishment for your rudeness and arrogance. See you in 90 days.”
Jeta was so shocked that Luan had left and close the door behind her before she could find her voice. Left alone she could do nothing but stew in animal panic, despite her strength she could barely struggle due to the tension her body was under and its position. Her teeth chattered, her hands spasmodically clinched and unclenched as her toes curled and uncurled, it felt like ages passed but it was likely only minutes. Then it happened and the sensation drove all else from her mind, at first she let out a scream followed by peals of unrestrained and near demented laughter but with minutes she was reduced to silent laughter as tears steamed from her eyes as sweat covered her body. After ten minutes that felt like eternity it was over as she lay their sobbing and gasping, that was worse than she had ever imagined, her body burned with arousal that would have no release from the stimulation between her legs and her armpits and feet tingled from the maddening tickling that had just ended. Then her mind started to work again and she realized that that was the just the first taste and their would-be thousands more like it over the next 90 days and each would be worse than the last.
Despair filled her mind as she faced her reality of the situation, she had no choice but to endure a torment she could not withstand.
