ThePurpleQuill
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She slips silently through the doorway, gently clasping the door shut behind her as she glances about, double checking to make sure she has her dorm room all to herself. Turning towards the window on the opposite wall, she twists her blinds shut, right before placing a wadded towel over the crevice underneath the door, taking extra precaution against the prying eyes and ears that may be lurking nearby. However, even with these extra steps, she would not do what she was about to do had she not known all the other residents in her building were now long gone, including her former roommate who just so happened to move in with her boyfriend that very morning, assuring her that she would be left undisturbed for the rest of the night. With all that being done, it was time to begin.
She slips underneath her plush bedspread, now clad in her pajamas, soft and loose fitting just the way she likes them. Reaching over to her backpack leaning to the side of her bed, she grasps her laptop by the side, slipping the silver device from its case as she places it right in front of her, settled within the crevice right between her legs. With but a few strokes of the keys, the screen goes from black to white, then black again, with a single play button adorning the screen. Reaching back down into her backpack, she slips out a pair of earphones, inserting them into her ears as she connects them to the headphone jack, the low volume preset to make sure she could still hear someone lurking in the hall. Gently tapping the play button, she leans back, slipping her long fingers underneath her pajama bottoms as she settles in for a night of much deserved self pleasure.
Let’s start from the beginning: her name is Michelle Robinson, and she is a 23-year-old student at the University of Sydney, or technically speaking, she is a recent graduate, having just walked away with a degree in robotics from one of the most prestigious institutions in the country. It was no easy feat, mind you, with the last five years being some of the most challenging she has ever faced. However, it is all behind her, as she looks forward to the rest of her life. She is not alone in that regard, having just returned from a night out celebrating with her fellow graduates, a few drinks in her system kicking her libido into overdrive, priming her for the erotic self stimulation she is indulging in this very moment. As she sees it, tomorrow she will have to turn in the key to the room, as well as the laptop to the department, meaning she is merely getting the last of the use out of both of them.
Soft moans of pure ecstasy fall tenderly from her supple lips, as her chest heaves in straining breaths underneath her covers. Strands of her long chestnut hair rest loosely at the sides of her face, framing her soft cheeks, sharp chin, and well-shaped eyebrows now oscillating in a torrent of her own sexual gratification. She expertly stimulates her libido, caressing the top of her sex before ever so carefully inserting herself into her vagina. Her soft chocolate eyes glisten by the light of the computer screen, with Michelle straining to keep them open as she is pushed further towards climax. Her rippling abs tighten in anticipation, with every fiber of muscle across her toned athletic body tensing up for release, right down to her long slender toes curling into her sheets below.
However, it is these primal manifestations of pure unadulterated lust that are not mirrored by her computer, as what is pumping through her earphones right this moment is endless bombastic laughter. You see, Michelle is currently pleasuring herself to the sight of a woman, not unlike herself, who finds herself bound lengthwise across a padded wooden table, being tickled to oblivion by a leather clad figure. Stripped down to her bra and panties, the woman howls in cackling laughter, begging and pleading as the unknown individual drags the tips of their fingers all across her near naked body, from her hyper sensitive ears, all the way down to the stems of her flailing toes.
But surprisingly, it is the place of the ticklee Michelle envies most, wishing to one day find herself on the receiving end of a tickling that reaches her absolute limits and beyond. Even so, she finds herself actively scrutinizing the video: she dreads the fluctuating intensity of the tickler, preferring a continuous onslaught of merciless tickle torture without variation for maximum effectiveness. She dislikes the verbal teasing the tickler inflicts upon their victim, postulating that a completely silent tickler would be psychologically more effective. But, more than anything else, she laments the mercy the tickler exhibits to their victim, opting to respond to every squeak and squeal emanating from her person much to her dismay. If only, Michelle thought to herself, there was a way in which to tickle someone without mercy, pity, or any frivolous human emotion to get in the way. Such prospects have led her to imagine herself building the perfect tickling machine, one to inflict a continuous stream of high-intensity tickle torture across any part of the human body.
It is this delectable image that she finally climaxes to, laying herself back in blissful pleasure as she deletes her browser history with her clean hand before clasping the laptop shut. She hasn’t the time to be considering the impossible, she believes, as she has an important day tomorrow, one consisting of a job interview back in Melbourne that just so happens to be for one of the most prominent robotics companies in Australia: Future Robotics Inc., her ultimate dream company. Hopefully, by this time next week, she will be a permanent member of the FRI family, leaving her dreams of kinky science experiments right where they belong: in her dreams.
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The sliding glass doors part open, ushering in the young professional as she enters the main foray of the headquarters of Future Robotics Inc. She is dressed to the nines, sporting a purple coat over her pristine white blouse, tucked in to her black slacks extending down to her black open toed high heels. That final detail was a bold choice, mind you, but by the gleaming white smile scrawled across her face, it seems Michelle is prepared to be nothing but. Approaching the front desk, she is met with the gaze of the security guard, spotting a look of recognition on her face.
“Miss Robinson, I presume?” the woman asks her, met with a nod of affirmation, as Michelle tries and fails to wipe the silly grin off her own face. “You may go through this door right here. The head of R&D is waiting for you.” The security guard points her hand towards the door nearest to her left, as Michelle nods her head before making her way there. A shiver rolled down Michelle’s spine when she heard she’d be meeting with the head of R&D, knowing exactly who she was referencing: Dr. Myra Holmes, leading expert in medical robotics, and Michelle’s idol ever since she was appointed only three years ago. Not only was she a woman in her male dominated field, but she also held the record as the youngest person to ever hold her position at age 34, breaking barriers in more ways than one.
She steps through the doorway, only to be immediately confronted by her idol, suddenly struck by the sheer physical presence that is Dr. Myra Holmes: her bleach blonde locks bound tightly in a ponytail, cascading halfway down the length of her back, those that sit atop her pristine white lab coat with a burgundy blouse, black skirt, and black three inch pumps. Her thick rimmed glasses give the sense of chic professionalism, while the subtle shades of lipstick and eye shadow made Michelle aware that her future boss was acutely aware of her physical assets she was flaunting.
“You must be Michelle,” Dr. Holmes greets her, extending her hand out to the fresh young graduate. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“Oh the pleasure is all mine Dr. Holmes,” Michelle gleefully responds, taking hold of the woman’s hand as she begins shaking it a bit too vigorously, slowly pulling her hand away as she blushes slightly in embarrassment. “Thank you for this opportunity.”
“We’re going to make our way into the research wing for the remainder of our interview. Please, follow me.” Michelle could feel her knees almost buckle when she heard those words, as never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined getting a firsthand look at their special projects on the first day, having a reputation for keeping everything tightly under wraps until the big reveal.
“Tell me Michelle: have you ever considered just how humans seem to be getting in the way?” Dr. Holmes asks as they wind their way down the corridor.
“Actually, I have thought about that,” Michelle says coyly, thinking ever so fleetingly about the machine of her dreams before snapping back into reality.
“Oh, I’m sure you have. We at Future Robotics are looking for where robots can fill the gaps where humans can’t, for one reason or another that is: humans need food, water, light, space, encouragement, support, all of which takes money and resources to maintain. But, you get the right robot to do the job, and all they need is a yearly maintenance check to keep working at top effectiveness.”
“Absolutely,” Michelle says, her giddiness reaching a peak just as they turn a corner, with the sliding doors of the research wing coming into view.
“That is where we come in, starting with the medical field,” Dr. Holmes explains. “Over the past three years, we have been developing the most cutting edge in practical medical breakthroughs, those which will revolutionize how medicine is practiced all across the world, and it all starts here: welcome to the Research Wing.” The doors part open, a rush of cool air passing Michelle’s hot cheeks as they make their way through the sterile environment. Weaving through a small collection of office desks and workstations, they approach another set of sliding doors, this time joined by two young interns standing on either side. Stepping through, they soon find themselves standing in a large chamber, one surrounded on all sides by panels of thick glass, holding in its center what appears to be a medical bed.
“So, what have you been working on again?” Michelle asks, noting the lack of equipment in the room, expecting some grandiose device she would soon be tinkering with.
“This,” Dr. Holmes says, pointing to the medical bed much to Michelle’s surprise. “What do you think?” The dismayed young woman approaches the device for a closer look: plush padding lines the top of the bed, that which lies on a plastic frame, smooth to the touch from the outside. If anything, she thinks to herself, it lacks the amenities of even the most basic of modern models, something that makes Michelle believe her dream job is nothing she expected it to be.
“I know it seems meager, but I guarantee you there is more than meets the eye,” Dr. Holmes explains, met with Michelle’s confused look directed towards her. “This prototype is specifically designed to work in rural or understaffed hospitals with little manpower to operate. At this point, the device can only perform minimally invasive procedures without the guidance of a human operator. However, given time and a bit of honing in, we’re looking at technology that will revolutionize the function of the operating table.” Michelle’s cheeks turn red, wholly embarrassed having been so presumptuous, thinking that one of the most renowned scientists in the world would have designed anything short of groundbreaking. However, just as she turns to apologize, she is interrupted by her interviewer.
“You know, this may be presumptuous, but I don’t suppose you would mind helping us test out our prototype, would you? Oh it would be nothing invasive, mind you, as clinical trials are to begin next week. However it would be nice to have checked off some performance benchmarks to show at the board meeting tomorrow morning. It would also be good to have an outsider’s perspective on our prototype, that is, before that outsider becomes an insider.” Such a prospect makes Michelle blush, thinking that this is her chance to really prove just what a team player she truly is, as well as making up for her doubt early on.
“I would be honored to help test your prototype,” Michelle responds, eliciting a pleased look from the professional woman.
“Then let’s get you strapped in,” Dr. Holmes answers, waving her hand towards the two interns standing in the corner of the room. They begin their approach, with one headed over to the machine, as the other begins to take Michelle’s coat from her person.
“Uhh...I’m sorry, but did you say strap?” Michelle asks, letting the young woman take her coat from her. “I don’t see any...oh.” She hears clicking sounds from behind her, turning around to see the second intern pulling out several bars from the contraption, one from each corner, with each adorned with a leather restraint she has only seen online in her “extracurricular” studies.
“It is best that patients are rendered both immobile and accessible, as any unforeseen movements during surgery could be catastrophic to the patient’s health. Now, if you would please lay atop the device, we will begin calibrating it to your specifications.” Michelle hesitates, at least before the blonde intern grasps her by the hand, leading her towards the top of the device. The thought of being bound to medical machinery overlaps with enough of her fantasies to elicit a sexual response, as it is now. Had she not made sure to pleasure herself before arriving today, she would already be experiencing convulsions with the amount of arousal she is feeling.
She sits herself atop the table, feeling the plush padding underneath her bottom, as she slides her body into the middle of the device. Laying back, she extends her limbs, just enough for the two interns to take hold of them, strapping her wrists and ankles into the device one at a time. As the brunette intern pats her on the cheek after finishing with her wrists, the one at her ankles reaches to Michelle’s side when finished, grasping a hidden strap that goes over her hips, tightening as she is fully secured.
“Excellent!” Dr. Holmes exclaims, gazing upon the nervous glee that is encapsulating Michelle this very moment, a reaction she is trying to suppress but is entirely failing to do so. “Now, we may begin calibrating the device settings. Please relax and enjoy the process.” Taking her tablet from the side of the device, Dr. Holmes inputs her directions out of Michelle’s view, just as the volunteer hears several mechanisms begin to churn beneath her. It is then that several panels open across the sides of the device, revealing a pair of arms on either side of her, each containing three opposable “fingers” with rubber nubs at their tips. Impressed as she is by their nimble design, Michelle finds herself starting to daydream as to just what they are capable of...that is, until she doesn’t have to daydream anymore.
“Hey?! What are you doing?!” Michelle exclaims, watching as the fingers approach the top of her blouse, gently tugging on it as it begins to remove itself from her skirt. As two of the arms pull on the fabric, two more arms begin dislodging her shirt buttons, one by one, from her collarbone right down to the strap atop her waist. Michelle tries to struggle, but her minimal bonds keep her stationary despite her best efforts, all the while the three ladies watch on in not-so subtle pleasure.
“The restraints seem more effective than with our last test subject,” the blonde intern states, watching the color syphon itself out of Michelle’s face.
“That’s what you get when you sacrifice quality for affordability,” the brunette responds, wiping what seems to be a strand of drool from the side of her lip.
“Lucky for us this test subject is much more willing than our last one,” Dr. Holmes addresses them both, turning her gaze towards the distraught look on Michelle’s face. “How are you enjoying yourself thus far, Miss Robinson?” Michelle opens her mouth to respond, but is stopped, both by her disbelief in her predicament, as well as the prevailing desire not to insult the integrity of her idol. However, it is that desire to shriek for dear life that is being suppressed by one thing and one thing only: intense sexual arousal.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” she states, her meek voice trembling as much as her lower lip. “But I think you might want to lehehehehet meeeeehehehehe HEYHEHEHEHE! What is this?!” It is then, just as she begins to formulate her response, that she feels another sensation, as when she looks down, she is confronted by the sight of her bare underarms, with the rubber nubs gently caressing them on both sides.
“I’m sorry, what was that Miss Robinson?” Dr. Holmes asks her, watching the girl’s face manifest a look of shock and dismay. “You’ll have to enunciate if you wish for us to know something.” It begins with a sputter from Michelle’s tightly pursed lips, one that is formed by a mixture of confusion and suppressed delight, but as the gentle caresses slowly quicken into an unbridled torrent of ticklish stimulation, Michelle’s subdued reactions swiftly morph into cascades of full-throated womanly laughter, her lips peeling back into that of forced mirth.
“I think our test subject is starting to enjoy herself,” Dr. Holmes says to her interns. “Let’s just see where else she can enjoy it.” She turns to her tablet, inputting another command, as the pads begin skittering their way down Michelle’s person, towards her protruding ribs. She can only watch in suppressed horror (or delight, she cannot tell anymore) as a third pair of arms extends from the table, this time going for the top of her slacks. Taking hold of the button and zipper, the two sets of fingers begin stripping her of her pants, tugging on the sides just enough to reveal the tender flesh that is the inside of her thighs.
“WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” Michelle wails at the tops of her lungs, feeling the nubs simultaneously attack her ribs, sides, and legs with wild abandon. Tears of ecstasy begin cascading down the sides of her face, a mixture of tortured bliss and ravenous dismay swimming around in her skull. Never in her life, even in her wettest of fever dreams, had she imagined being locked in a device that would double as a tickling machine...or is tickling what it was built for all along? Such a revelation must have been caught by the observant Dr. Holmes, as she once again begins to address their giddy test subject, now lost in a chasm of ticklish turmoil.
“That’s right Miss Robinson: what you have here is no medical device, but a tickle torture device, one built especially with you in mind,” Dr. Holmes dictates, her voice becoming more sinister by the moment. “I’m so sorry, I guess we forgot to tell you: you know that laptop of yours you used during your studies? Well, let’s just say we were keeping tabs on it since, well, we were the ones who gave them to the school in the first place. We just had to make sure we were choosing the right candidate for the job, and we think we have it.” Michelle is utterly dumbfounded, having been subjected to her wildest fantasy, at the hands of her scientific hero, was a fate that was too erotic to deny.
“I think it’s time for our volunteer to experience the full range of possibilities our prototype has in store for her,” Dr. Holmes states, turning towards her tablet once again as she inputs another set of commands. Suddenly, Michelle can feel herself being turned over, with the mechanisms at her ankles and wrists pivoting as she feels herself gently being rolled over. She would try to resist but, given what little energy she has left, Michelle only opts to let herself be manipulated by the device, as she now finds herself laying completely on her stomach. Just then, she starts to feel the straps of her shoes being dislodged, as another set of fingers reveal strip her of her shoes, revealing a perfect set of shapely size eight feet for the world to see.
“Miss Robinson, might I say that you have some of the most exquisite feet I have ever had the pleasure of experimenting on,” Dr. Holmes states, inputting another command into her tablet. “We would have brought you in here years ago, had I known we’d have such lovely appendages to work with.” It is then that the rubber tipped nubs are replaced by metallic claws, those that direct their pulsating tips straight into Michelle’s soles.
“YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!!” That was all she could think to say before dissolving into uncontrollable convulsions, her mind going haywire in a torrent of horrendous tickle torture. As they make quick work of her foot bottoms, a strand of fuzzy string is strung through each one of her toes, keeping her feet stationary as its vibrating surface caresses that most tender of regions in between every stem and pad. Every fiber of her being feels like it has been struck by lightning, with every synapse in her slowly liquefying brain telling her body to escape, but every quivering muscle in her womanhood telling her otherwise. Had she the capacity, she would reach down right now, taking her hand and masturbating herself to an earth shattering climax right in front of these three ladies. She didn’t care: her darkest fantasy had come to life, and she was proud to show it, even if she would never have to as the machines slowly crawl to a halt.
“Thank you for your participation Miss Robinson,” Dr. Holmes addresses her, kneeling down to loop Michelle straight in the eye. “I have a feeling you would be the perfect fit for our team down here, tinkering with our invention until it is just right. We’ll also need somebody to regularly test it, making sure to document any improvements or alterations as they are being done in real time. I’m sure the rest of the team would be thrilled to know they are working with both the best researchers as well as the best test subjects. What do you say to that?”
“Where can I sign up?” Michelle utters through a hoarse voice drenched in quick breaths.
“I’ll take that as an official acceptance,” Dr. Holmes responds. “And, as a reward for being such a willing subject, let me give you a taste of the pleasure function of our little device here.” Turning towards her tablet one final time, Dr. Holmes initiates the final phase of Michelle’s torments, as a small compartment just below her crotch opens up, with a white ball being pressed against her womanhood. In an instant, the ball begins vibrating against her clit, as Michelle utters a primal moan that echoes off the laboratory walls. Her libido is already going haywire, seemingly on edge this entire time, unable to be satiated over these several hours of testing. However, with the vibrator roaring against her vagina, and the claws still gently caressing the bottoms of her hypersensitive feet, it is mere moments before Michelle lets out an almighty groan of pure ecstasy, achieving a mind-boggling orgasm atop the prototype she herself will soon be working on as part of her employment at Future Robotics Inc.
And, to think, she thought these devilish fantasies were meant only for her dreams.
The End
She slips underneath her plush bedspread, now clad in her pajamas, soft and loose fitting just the way she likes them. Reaching over to her backpack leaning to the side of her bed, she grasps her laptop by the side, slipping the silver device from its case as she places it right in front of her, settled within the crevice right between her legs. With but a few strokes of the keys, the screen goes from black to white, then black again, with a single play button adorning the screen. Reaching back down into her backpack, she slips out a pair of earphones, inserting them into her ears as she connects them to the headphone jack, the low volume preset to make sure she could still hear someone lurking in the hall. Gently tapping the play button, she leans back, slipping her long fingers underneath her pajama bottoms as she settles in for a night of much deserved self pleasure.
Let’s start from the beginning: her name is Michelle Robinson, and she is a 23-year-old student at the University of Sydney, or technically speaking, she is a recent graduate, having just walked away with a degree in robotics from one of the most prestigious institutions in the country. It was no easy feat, mind you, with the last five years being some of the most challenging she has ever faced. However, it is all behind her, as she looks forward to the rest of her life. She is not alone in that regard, having just returned from a night out celebrating with her fellow graduates, a few drinks in her system kicking her libido into overdrive, priming her for the erotic self stimulation she is indulging in this very moment. As she sees it, tomorrow she will have to turn in the key to the room, as well as the laptop to the department, meaning she is merely getting the last of the use out of both of them.
Soft moans of pure ecstasy fall tenderly from her supple lips, as her chest heaves in straining breaths underneath her covers. Strands of her long chestnut hair rest loosely at the sides of her face, framing her soft cheeks, sharp chin, and well-shaped eyebrows now oscillating in a torrent of her own sexual gratification. She expertly stimulates her libido, caressing the top of her sex before ever so carefully inserting herself into her vagina. Her soft chocolate eyes glisten by the light of the computer screen, with Michelle straining to keep them open as she is pushed further towards climax. Her rippling abs tighten in anticipation, with every fiber of muscle across her toned athletic body tensing up for release, right down to her long slender toes curling into her sheets below.
However, it is these primal manifestations of pure unadulterated lust that are not mirrored by her computer, as what is pumping through her earphones right this moment is endless bombastic laughter. You see, Michelle is currently pleasuring herself to the sight of a woman, not unlike herself, who finds herself bound lengthwise across a padded wooden table, being tickled to oblivion by a leather clad figure. Stripped down to her bra and panties, the woman howls in cackling laughter, begging and pleading as the unknown individual drags the tips of their fingers all across her near naked body, from her hyper sensitive ears, all the way down to the stems of her flailing toes.
But surprisingly, it is the place of the ticklee Michelle envies most, wishing to one day find herself on the receiving end of a tickling that reaches her absolute limits and beyond. Even so, she finds herself actively scrutinizing the video: she dreads the fluctuating intensity of the tickler, preferring a continuous onslaught of merciless tickle torture without variation for maximum effectiveness. She dislikes the verbal teasing the tickler inflicts upon their victim, postulating that a completely silent tickler would be psychologically more effective. But, more than anything else, she laments the mercy the tickler exhibits to their victim, opting to respond to every squeak and squeal emanating from her person much to her dismay. If only, Michelle thought to herself, there was a way in which to tickle someone without mercy, pity, or any frivolous human emotion to get in the way. Such prospects have led her to imagine herself building the perfect tickling machine, one to inflict a continuous stream of high-intensity tickle torture across any part of the human body.
It is this delectable image that she finally climaxes to, laying herself back in blissful pleasure as she deletes her browser history with her clean hand before clasping the laptop shut. She hasn’t the time to be considering the impossible, she believes, as she has an important day tomorrow, one consisting of a job interview back in Melbourne that just so happens to be for one of the most prominent robotics companies in Australia: Future Robotics Inc., her ultimate dream company. Hopefully, by this time next week, she will be a permanent member of the FRI family, leaving her dreams of kinky science experiments right where they belong: in her dreams.
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The sliding glass doors part open, ushering in the young professional as she enters the main foray of the headquarters of Future Robotics Inc. She is dressed to the nines, sporting a purple coat over her pristine white blouse, tucked in to her black slacks extending down to her black open toed high heels. That final detail was a bold choice, mind you, but by the gleaming white smile scrawled across her face, it seems Michelle is prepared to be nothing but. Approaching the front desk, she is met with the gaze of the security guard, spotting a look of recognition on her face.
“Miss Robinson, I presume?” the woman asks her, met with a nod of affirmation, as Michelle tries and fails to wipe the silly grin off her own face. “You may go through this door right here. The head of R&D is waiting for you.” The security guard points her hand towards the door nearest to her left, as Michelle nods her head before making her way there. A shiver rolled down Michelle’s spine when she heard she’d be meeting with the head of R&D, knowing exactly who she was referencing: Dr. Myra Holmes, leading expert in medical robotics, and Michelle’s idol ever since she was appointed only three years ago. Not only was she a woman in her male dominated field, but she also held the record as the youngest person to ever hold her position at age 34, breaking barriers in more ways than one.
She steps through the doorway, only to be immediately confronted by her idol, suddenly struck by the sheer physical presence that is Dr. Myra Holmes: her bleach blonde locks bound tightly in a ponytail, cascading halfway down the length of her back, those that sit atop her pristine white lab coat with a burgundy blouse, black skirt, and black three inch pumps. Her thick rimmed glasses give the sense of chic professionalism, while the subtle shades of lipstick and eye shadow made Michelle aware that her future boss was acutely aware of her physical assets she was flaunting.
“You must be Michelle,” Dr. Holmes greets her, extending her hand out to the fresh young graduate. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“Oh the pleasure is all mine Dr. Holmes,” Michelle gleefully responds, taking hold of the woman’s hand as she begins shaking it a bit too vigorously, slowly pulling her hand away as she blushes slightly in embarrassment. “Thank you for this opportunity.”
“We’re going to make our way into the research wing for the remainder of our interview. Please, follow me.” Michelle could feel her knees almost buckle when she heard those words, as never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined getting a firsthand look at their special projects on the first day, having a reputation for keeping everything tightly under wraps until the big reveal.
“Tell me Michelle: have you ever considered just how humans seem to be getting in the way?” Dr. Holmes asks as they wind their way down the corridor.
“Actually, I have thought about that,” Michelle says coyly, thinking ever so fleetingly about the machine of her dreams before snapping back into reality.
“Oh, I’m sure you have. We at Future Robotics are looking for where robots can fill the gaps where humans can’t, for one reason or another that is: humans need food, water, light, space, encouragement, support, all of which takes money and resources to maintain. But, you get the right robot to do the job, and all they need is a yearly maintenance check to keep working at top effectiveness.”
“Absolutely,” Michelle says, her giddiness reaching a peak just as they turn a corner, with the sliding doors of the research wing coming into view.
“That is where we come in, starting with the medical field,” Dr. Holmes explains. “Over the past three years, we have been developing the most cutting edge in practical medical breakthroughs, those which will revolutionize how medicine is practiced all across the world, and it all starts here: welcome to the Research Wing.” The doors part open, a rush of cool air passing Michelle’s hot cheeks as they make their way through the sterile environment. Weaving through a small collection of office desks and workstations, they approach another set of sliding doors, this time joined by two young interns standing on either side. Stepping through, they soon find themselves standing in a large chamber, one surrounded on all sides by panels of thick glass, holding in its center what appears to be a medical bed.
“So, what have you been working on again?” Michelle asks, noting the lack of equipment in the room, expecting some grandiose device she would soon be tinkering with.
“This,” Dr. Holmes says, pointing to the medical bed much to Michelle’s surprise. “What do you think?” The dismayed young woman approaches the device for a closer look: plush padding lines the top of the bed, that which lies on a plastic frame, smooth to the touch from the outside. If anything, she thinks to herself, it lacks the amenities of even the most basic of modern models, something that makes Michelle believe her dream job is nothing she expected it to be.
“I know it seems meager, but I guarantee you there is more than meets the eye,” Dr. Holmes explains, met with Michelle’s confused look directed towards her. “This prototype is specifically designed to work in rural or understaffed hospitals with little manpower to operate. At this point, the device can only perform minimally invasive procedures without the guidance of a human operator. However, given time and a bit of honing in, we’re looking at technology that will revolutionize the function of the operating table.” Michelle’s cheeks turn red, wholly embarrassed having been so presumptuous, thinking that one of the most renowned scientists in the world would have designed anything short of groundbreaking. However, just as she turns to apologize, she is interrupted by her interviewer.
“You know, this may be presumptuous, but I don’t suppose you would mind helping us test out our prototype, would you? Oh it would be nothing invasive, mind you, as clinical trials are to begin next week. However it would be nice to have checked off some performance benchmarks to show at the board meeting tomorrow morning. It would also be good to have an outsider’s perspective on our prototype, that is, before that outsider becomes an insider.” Such a prospect makes Michelle blush, thinking that this is her chance to really prove just what a team player she truly is, as well as making up for her doubt early on.
“I would be honored to help test your prototype,” Michelle responds, eliciting a pleased look from the professional woman.
“Then let’s get you strapped in,” Dr. Holmes answers, waving her hand towards the two interns standing in the corner of the room. They begin their approach, with one headed over to the machine, as the other begins to take Michelle’s coat from her person.
“Uhh...I’m sorry, but did you say strap?” Michelle asks, letting the young woman take her coat from her. “I don’t see any...oh.” She hears clicking sounds from behind her, turning around to see the second intern pulling out several bars from the contraption, one from each corner, with each adorned with a leather restraint she has only seen online in her “extracurricular” studies.
“It is best that patients are rendered both immobile and accessible, as any unforeseen movements during surgery could be catastrophic to the patient’s health. Now, if you would please lay atop the device, we will begin calibrating it to your specifications.” Michelle hesitates, at least before the blonde intern grasps her by the hand, leading her towards the top of the device. The thought of being bound to medical machinery overlaps with enough of her fantasies to elicit a sexual response, as it is now. Had she not made sure to pleasure herself before arriving today, she would already be experiencing convulsions with the amount of arousal she is feeling.
She sits herself atop the table, feeling the plush padding underneath her bottom, as she slides her body into the middle of the device. Laying back, she extends her limbs, just enough for the two interns to take hold of them, strapping her wrists and ankles into the device one at a time. As the brunette intern pats her on the cheek after finishing with her wrists, the one at her ankles reaches to Michelle’s side when finished, grasping a hidden strap that goes over her hips, tightening as she is fully secured.
“Excellent!” Dr. Holmes exclaims, gazing upon the nervous glee that is encapsulating Michelle this very moment, a reaction she is trying to suppress but is entirely failing to do so. “Now, we may begin calibrating the device settings. Please relax and enjoy the process.” Taking her tablet from the side of the device, Dr. Holmes inputs her directions out of Michelle’s view, just as the volunteer hears several mechanisms begin to churn beneath her. It is then that several panels open across the sides of the device, revealing a pair of arms on either side of her, each containing three opposable “fingers” with rubber nubs at their tips. Impressed as she is by their nimble design, Michelle finds herself starting to daydream as to just what they are capable of...that is, until she doesn’t have to daydream anymore.
“Hey?! What are you doing?!” Michelle exclaims, watching as the fingers approach the top of her blouse, gently tugging on it as it begins to remove itself from her skirt. As two of the arms pull on the fabric, two more arms begin dislodging her shirt buttons, one by one, from her collarbone right down to the strap atop her waist. Michelle tries to struggle, but her minimal bonds keep her stationary despite her best efforts, all the while the three ladies watch on in not-so subtle pleasure.
“The restraints seem more effective than with our last test subject,” the blonde intern states, watching the color syphon itself out of Michelle’s face.
“That’s what you get when you sacrifice quality for affordability,” the brunette responds, wiping what seems to be a strand of drool from the side of her lip.
“Lucky for us this test subject is much more willing than our last one,” Dr. Holmes addresses them both, turning her gaze towards the distraught look on Michelle’s face. “How are you enjoying yourself thus far, Miss Robinson?” Michelle opens her mouth to respond, but is stopped, both by her disbelief in her predicament, as well as the prevailing desire not to insult the integrity of her idol. However, it is that desire to shriek for dear life that is being suppressed by one thing and one thing only: intense sexual arousal.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” she states, her meek voice trembling as much as her lower lip. “But I think you might want to lehehehehet meeeeehehehehe HEYHEHEHEHE! What is this?!” It is then, just as she begins to formulate her response, that she feels another sensation, as when she looks down, she is confronted by the sight of her bare underarms, with the rubber nubs gently caressing them on both sides.
“I’m sorry, what was that Miss Robinson?” Dr. Holmes asks her, watching the girl’s face manifest a look of shock and dismay. “You’ll have to enunciate if you wish for us to know something.” It begins with a sputter from Michelle’s tightly pursed lips, one that is formed by a mixture of confusion and suppressed delight, but as the gentle caresses slowly quicken into an unbridled torrent of ticklish stimulation, Michelle’s subdued reactions swiftly morph into cascades of full-throated womanly laughter, her lips peeling back into that of forced mirth.
“I think our test subject is starting to enjoy herself,” Dr. Holmes says to her interns. “Let’s just see where else she can enjoy it.” She turns to her tablet, inputting another command, as the pads begin skittering their way down Michelle’s person, towards her protruding ribs. She can only watch in suppressed horror (or delight, she cannot tell anymore) as a third pair of arms extends from the table, this time going for the top of her slacks. Taking hold of the button and zipper, the two sets of fingers begin stripping her of her pants, tugging on the sides just enough to reveal the tender flesh that is the inside of her thighs.
“WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” Michelle wails at the tops of her lungs, feeling the nubs simultaneously attack her ribs, sides, and legs with wild abandon. Tears of ecstasy begin cascading down the sides of her face, a mixture of tortured bliss and ravenous dismay swimming around in her skull. Never in her life, even in her wettest of fever dreams, had she imagined being locked in a device that would double as a tickling machine...or is tickling what it was built for all along? Such a revelation must have been caught by the observant Dr. Holmes, as she once again begins to address their giddy test subject, now lost in a chasm of ticklish turmoil.
“That’s right Miss Robinson: what you have here is no medical device, but a tickle torture device, one built especially with you in mind,” Dr. Holmes dictates, her voice becoming more sinister by the moment. “I’m so sorry, I guess we forgot to tell you: you know that laptop of yours you used during your studies? Well, let’s just say we were keeping tabs on it since, well, we were the ones who gave them to the school in the first place. We just had to make sure we were choosing the right candidate for the job, and we think we have it.” Michelle is utterly dumbfounded, having been subjected to her wildest fantasy, at the hands of her scientific hero, was a fate that was too erotic to deny.
“I think it’s time for our volunteer to experience the full range of possibilities our prototype has in store for her,” Dr. Holmes states, turning towards her tablet once again as she inputs another set of commands. Suddenly, Michelle can feel herself being turned over, with the mechanisms at her ankles and wrists pivoting as she feels herself gently being rolled over. She would try to resist but, given what little energy she has left, Michelle only opts to let herself be manipulated by the device, as she now finds herself laying completely on her stomach. Just then, she starts to feel the straps of her shoes being dislodged, as another set of fingers reveal strip her of her shoes, revealing a perfect set of shapely size eight feet for the world to see.
“Miss Robinson, might I say that you have some of the most exquisite feet I have ever had the pleasure of experimenting on,” Dr. Holmes states, inputting another command into her tablet. “We would have brought you in here years ago, had I known we’d have such lovely appendages to work with.” It is then that the rubber tipped nubs are replaced by metallic claws, those that direct their pulsating tips straight into Michelle’s soles.
“YYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!!” That was all she could think to say before dissolving into uncontrollable convulsions, her mind going haywire in a torrent of horrendous tickle torture. As they make quick work of her foot bottoms, a strand of fuzzy string is strung through each one of her toes, keeping her feet stationary as its vibrating surface caresses that most tender of regions in between every stem and pad. Every fiber of her being feels like it has been struck by lightning, with every synapse in her slowly liquefying brain telling her body to escape, but every quivering muscle in her womanhood telling her otherwise. Had she the capacity, she would reach down right now, taking her hand and masturbating herself to an earth shattering climax right in front of these three ladies. She didn’t care: her darkest fantasy had come to life, and she was proud to show it, even if she would never have to as the machines slowly crawl to a halt.
“Thank you for your participation Miss Robinson,” Dr. Holmes addresses her, kneeling down to loop Michelle straight in the eye. “I have a feeling you would be the perfect fit for our team down here, tinkering with our invention until it is just right. We’ll also need somebody to regularly test it, making sure to document any improvements or alterations as they are being done in real time. I’m sure the rest of the team would be thrilled to know they are working with both the best researchers as well as the best test subjects. What do you say to that?”
“Where can I sign up?” Michelle utters through a hoarse voice drenched in quick breaths.
“I’ll take that as an official acceptance,” Dr. Holmes responds. “And, as a reward for being such a willing subject, let me give you a taste of the pleasure function of our little device here.” Turning towards her tablet one final time, Dr. Holmes initiates the final phase of Michelle’s torments, as a small compartment just below her crotch opens up, with a white ball being pressed against her womanhood. In an instant, the ball begins vibrating against her clit, as Michelle utters a primal moan that echoes off the laboratory walls. Her libido is already going haywire, seemingly on edge this entire time, unable to be satiated over these several hours of testing. However, with the vibrator roaring against her vagina, and the claws still gently caressing the bottoms of her hypersensitive feet, it is mere moments before Michelle lets out an almighty groan of pure ecstasy, achieving a mind-boggling orgasm atop the prototype she herself will soon be working on as part of her employment at Future Robotics Inc.
And, to think, she thought these devilish fantasies were meant only for her dreams.
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