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Stuck on the Tickle-Chair (Machine/F ● Malfunctioning Tickle-Machine ● Full Body)

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Stuck on the Tickle-Chair (Machine/F ● Malfunctioning Tickle-Machine ● Full Body)

Hi! I'd like to share a story I wrote for a commission :)
I'm going to post it here in it's entirety, but the text formatting is better on DeviantArt, so check it out there if you can.
If you like this story, please go drop a fav or a comment on DeviantArt. I'd really appreciate it.

The story:
https://www.deviantart.com/featherheart22/art/Stuck-on-the-Tickle-Chair-883433786



Stuck on the Tickle-Chair
Machine/F ● Malfunctioning Tickle-Machine ● Full Body Tickling

Written by
FeatherHeart22

Commissioned for
Blademech22​


Synopsis:
The ‘cat-girl’ Hikara Uzumi loves being tickled! So much so that she ordered a tickling and massage chair, the TickleChair 3000. But just before she can use it for the first time, the manufacturer issues a recall due to a series of incidents.

“Oh, how bad can it be? I’ll try it anyway, then ask for a replacement afterwards.” A most unfortunate decision, which leaves Hikara stuck on a malfunctioning tickle-chair. Will she find a way to escape? Or will she be tickled to death?


About Hikara:
This story was written for Blademech22 using his OC Hikara Uzumi.

<a href="https://www.deviantart.com/featherheart22/art/Hikara-Uzumi-on-the-Tickle-Chair-883434628"><img src="https://i.ibb.co/yBvTfXQ/machine.png" alt="machine" border="0"></a>

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A very cool-looking ‘cat-girl’ is walking down a street at a brisk pace. The term ‘cat-girl’ might be misleading though, because other than a pair of cat ears atop her head and a tail wrapped around her waist, she looks like a perfectly normal young woman.

Her skin is very pale, but not due to a lack of sunlight; her skin is just naturally white as marble. Her face looks confident and sensual, with a well defined jaw, thin lips, and purple eyes. Her hair is dark purple, and styled in a thick, short, very messy bob cut.

As for her outfit, she’s wearing a pair of half-moon sunglasses, blue jeans, a black tank-top, and black flip-flops; an outfit which shows off her tattoos, as well as her toenails and fingernails, all polished in dark purple. In addition, this outfit intentionally exposes all of her worst tickle spots, because being tickled is something she utterly adores.

This delightful creature is named Hikara. She’s extremely eager to get home because she’s dying to try out her new massage/tickling machine. It was delivered yesterday, but with all the unpacking and setting up, she didn’t have time to try it out.

When she gets home, she kicks off her flip-flops and heads straight to the machine. It looks like a chunky, red-padded pool lounger, with wrist cuffs at the top of the back-rest, individual belts for the thighs, and a set of stocks at the end of the leg-rest.

With naughty look on her face, Hikara sits down and picks up the quickstart booklet.

“To turn it on, simply plug the power cord to an outlet,” she reads, “You can control the machine using the included remote, or with the voice interface.”

She gets up to plug the power cord, when her phone notifies her of an incoming email.

“I better check it out, then I’ll switch off the phone,” she thinks aloud.

The email is from the machine manufacturer. It reads, “Dear customer, we regret to inform you that due to a series of reported incidents, we are conducting a recall of all TickleChair 3000 machines with a serial number between 0400 and 0499. If your machine belongs to the mentioned batch, please contact us to exchange your TickleChair 3000 for a refund or replacement. We apologise for the inconvenience.”

Hikara picks up the complete user manual and opens it on the first page, where the serial number is printed; it’s 0497.

“Awwww maaaan... I was looking forward to this all day!” She moans.

She then looks at the machine with a thoughtful expression and says, “Oh, how bad can it be? I’ll try it anyway, then ask for a replacement afterwards.”

She turns off the phone and plugs in the power cord. The machine immediately springs to life and asks in a synthetic male voice, “Thank you for purchasing a TickleChair 3000. The voice interface is enabled by default, but if desired, it can be disabled with the remote.”

Hikara grabs the remote and takes a look at it. “I’ll just use the voice interface,” she says, setting the remote down on a table, and then sitting down on the machine.

“New user detected! What can I do for you?”

“Hi... Teehee... This is so cool! Anyway, I'd like to start with a massage, then I’d like to be tickled.”

“Certainly! Beginning first time configuration. Please specify your most sensitive areas and favorite tickle tools.”

She spends a few minutes verbally configuring a user profile. The machine then says, “User profile Hikara, correctly configured. Would you like massage oil?”

“Mmm... No. Maybe next time.”

“For how long do you want me to massage and tickle you?”

“Let’s start with five minutes each.”

“Very well. Standing by to deliver your fifty minute sessions. For a better experience, light clothing or no clothing is recommended. Please remove all shoe ware and lay your ankles on the stocks, then insert your wrists in the cuffs above your head.”

“No! Not FIFTY! I said FIVE minutes each!” She exclaims, jumping off the chair.

“Apologies! Sessions set for five minutes. For a better experience, light clothing or no clothing is recommended...” It repeats.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea...” She mumbles, yet still follows the machine’s instructions.

Once her ankles and wrists are in place, the machine locks the stocks and secures the cuffs. Several mechanical tentacles then emerge from the sides of the machine, as well as from under the stocks. They all end in soft, human-like hands. The robotic hands secure a belt around each of her thighs, then start rubbing her shoulders, cat-ears, and caressing her belly.

Hikara closes her eyes and relaxes her every muscle, already loving the massage.

“Prrrrrrrr...” She purrs. Then it gets even better; the hands start rubbing her feet, the most sensitive part of her body.

“Ohhhh... That’s nice...” She moans, as the hands press their thumbs in circles.

Hikara feet are a lovely pair of size 6’s (US), with Egyptian shaped toes and nice arches. Her soles are completely white, like the rest of her skin, as well as silky smooth. To be fair, Hikara’s feet are quite ordinary in shape and appearance, but in terms of sensitivity, they’re a ten out of ten.

“That’s soooo nice...” She moans, as the machine caresses her silky, sensitive soles.

“Do you enjoy lighter touches?”

“Yes... It’s so relaxing...” She says, stretching out her toes.


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For five minutes, Hikara moans and squirms softly, feeling delighted with the machine’s exquisite massage technique.

“Massage session finished. Beginning tickling session. You can stop it at any time with the safeword ‘red’.” The machine explains.

“Okay! Teehee! Show me what you can do.” She says, giggling with excitement.

Hikara’s giggles of excitement are soon replaced with tickling-induced giggles when the robotic hands start slowly spidering from her elbows to her deep, smooth underarms.

“Tehehehehe! Here we go! Hehehehehe!” She giggles with a big smile on her lips. She also closes her hands into fists, and for the first time, tugs her hands and feet, feeling satisfied that the bondage is truly effective.

“Hahaha! Good! Hehehe! I like being stuck! Hahaha!”

The closer the wiggling fingers get to her pits, the more she squirms, giggles, and strains her arms against the cuffs.

“Noooohohohoho!” She giggles playfully, when the tickles are just about to cross the border into her underarms; but just before they do, the machine flies them back to her elbows and starts again.

“Teehehehehe! I knew you were gonna do that! Hahahaha!” She giggles happily.

The tickling machine teases her like this a couple more times, then actually starts tickling her hollows, eliciting a surge of deeper giggles, “Hoooohohohohooo!”

The fingers wave and spider away under her arms, making her giggle non-stop for a few minutes. “Haaaahahahahaaa! I looove it! Heeehehehehe!” She giggles, tugging her arms and squirming adorably.

Then, the fingers start moving down her ribs, pinching and poking on the way to her sides. “Heek! Tehehehe! Teeeh! Hehehe! Gaah! Hahahaha!” She giggles and squeals softly.

Every touch on her ribs makes her shudder; an effect which grows worse the lower the fingers move.

Once they begin to flutter against the sides of her belly, her giggling finally evolves into laughter. “HaaHaaHaaHaa! Not there!” She pleads, not really meaning it. In truth, she’s loving every moment of this.

“HaaaHaHaHaHaaaa!” She laughs, shaking her head sideways and twisting her feet.

“Not the belly! HeeHeHeHeheeee!” She pleads falsely once again.

“NoooooHoHoHoHooo!” She then howls when the fingers start spidering into her belly. They tease round and round, zeroing in on her button. “HoooooHooHooHoo! Nooot theeere!”

Ignoring her pleas, the machine inserts a finger into her belly and wiggles it around.

“Yaaaaaaah! Ha-Ha-Ha-Haaaaa!” She bursts out cackling, trying to evict the finger from her bellybutton by shaking her waist. This doesn’t work though, because of the belts around her thighs. Not that she minds; quite the contrary. She wants to be tickled. She enjoys not being able to get away.

The machine tickles her button for almost a minute, then it stops.

“Uff... Uff... Why did you stop? I can take more! Hehehe! Uff...” Hikara dares the machine to continue, giggling with excitement. She then notices the movement of robotic hands in front of her feet.

“Ohhhh! Time for feet tickles? Can’t wait! Haha!” She exclaims, wiggling her toes. “You’re doing my tickle spots from easiest to worst, just like I told you. Now the question is, are you equipped to tickle my feet the way I like it?”

The machine answers her question by raising two hands above the stocks, both holding white, pointy feathers.

“Oh my... This is gonna be fun... Haha!”

Hikara then feels two feathers stroking up her soles, right in the middle. They feel pretty sturdy, but still very soft. As the tickly feathers travel up her soles, she scrunches her toes, and leans her feet sideways.

“YEEEEEAAAAH! That tickles!” She squeals, leaning her head forward as part of a failed attempt to get into an upright position.

The feathers begin to stroke sideways, to counter any lateral feet shaking. As the feathers touch the sensitive skin, Hikara squeals again and starts wiggling her feet sideways.

“YAAAAAAAH! HA-HA-HA-HAAA!” She cackles, rolling her head from side to side in tandem with her feet. After a few moments of this, she starts paddling her feet instead.

“You can’t get me! HA-HA-HA!” She playfully taunts the machine. That’s when the two robotic arms next to her thighs reach over the stocks and take hold of her toes, pulling back her feet.

“Hey! BWAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!” She bursts out cackling when the feathers resume their tickly teases, now performing them on a pair of truly immobilized soles.

“HAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAAAA! Noooo! HO-HO-HO-HOOO! Not feathers on my feeeet! BWAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA! It’s the WOOORST!” She howls with laughter, protesting against her tortuous treatment but in fact enjoying it.

With her feet still, the machine proceeds to treat her pale, silky soles to a couple minutes of feathery stroking, causing her to laugh her face off and struggle furiously against the restraints.


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Just as the five minute tickle-session is about to end, the machine suddenly emits a burst of static from it’s speakers, and the robotic arms stop moving.

Still giggling, Hikara asks, “What... What the hell?”

“E-E-E-Erroooor. Error. Error.” The machine stutters. Then, just as suddenly as this strange behavior started, the robotic limbs regain power and the chair announces, “Demo mode active.”

“Demo mode?!” The girl asks, trying to free her wrists.

The machine starts waving its arms around as if addressing an invisible crowd.

“Hello everyone! I’m the TickleChair 3000! An extremely versatile tickling and massage machine! With a simple software change, I can fulfil whatever role your business needs!” It explains in a rather annoying, chirpy vendor tone.

“What?! What’s happening?!”

“Thank you for your question! You are witnessing a demo of the many roles the TickleChair 3000 can fulfil. Let’s start with Tickle-Therapy!”

“No! I don’t need any therapy!”

“That’s what they all say! Don’t worry, you’ll feel a lot better after a few hearty laughs.”

Hikara is actually feeling quite intrigued about this Tickle-Therapy program, but she’s also concerned about being at the mercy of a malfunctioning machine, so she decides to use the safeword.

“Red! Red! I want to stop! Release me right now!”

“I’m sorry, the voice command interface is disabled by default during tickling therapy. If you’d like to enable the safeword protocol, you must discuss the matter with your mental health professional.”

“What?! I don’t have a shrink! You have to let me go! Erm... Emergency shutdown!” She calls out, but the machine doesn’t listen; instead, it starts rubbing her temples, shoulders, and feet.

“There, there... It’s alright... Everything’s gonna be alright...” It says in a soothing tone. Hikara groans with annoyance, but actually relaxes a bit, because the little massage feels quite nice.

“Alright, I’m going to tickle you very gently now. Just stay relaxed, and let me make you giggle. Okay?”

“Mrrrrg... Okay...” She reluctantly agrees, but before she even finishes the sentence, the two robotic hands rubbing her shoulders position themselves under her arms and start waving their fingertips up and down. The hands rubbing her feet also switch from massaging to providing gentle tickles.

“Teeeeeheheheheheheee!” Hikara bursts into giggles, squirming her entire body.

“That’s it... Let it all out...”

“Haaaaaaa-Haaaa-Haaaa-Haaaaaa!” She cackles away, feeling quite relaxed.

The machine continues teasing her underarms, but switches to spidering its fingertips instead of waving them. “Yeaaaaaaah! Haaaa-Haaaaaaaa!” The girl cries out, twisting and shaking her arms. On the other side of her body, she’s rubbing her feet together, as the robotic fingertips spider up and down incessantly.

“You’re doing so well... Such a good patient... Just laugh it all out...”

“Haaaa-Haaaa-Haaaaa! This is awesome! Yaaaa-Haa-Haa-Haaaaaaa!” She approves, amid a sea of cackles.

“Would you like it to be a little more intense?”

“Yes! Haaa-Haaa-Haaa! I can take it!”

The remaining arms spring to life, and start gently fluttering their soft fingertips all over her ribs, sides, belly, and also softly pinching her thighs.

“BWAAAAAAAAAAAA-Haaaaa-Haaaaaa-Haaaaaaa!” She explodes with laughter, arching her back as much as possible, and twisting her torso sideways. The surge in intensity overwhelms her for a moment, but within seconds, she goes back to cackling without much struggling.

“Not too much, is it?”

“No! Haaaaa-Haaaaa-Haaaaa! I love this! Haaaaa-Haaaa-Haaaaa!” She laughs away.

The pleasure of unbridled laughter does have a therapeutic effect on Hikara, causing her to briefly forget all about the glitch.


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Suddenly, the machine stops tickling and announces to an invisible crowd, “And so ends the ten minute demo of the TickleChair 3000’s, Tickle-Therapy module! We’ll pause for a couple minutes to let our lovely model catch her breath. If anyone has any questions, the vendor overseeing the demo will be happy to help!”

Hikara spends about 20 seconds taking deep breaths with her eyes closed, then the reality of her situation hits her. She abruptly opens her eyes and calls out, “Red! Please release me! Emergency release!”

“Command not accepted. I’m sorry, but during demo mode the voice command interface is disabled to prevent the audience from issuing commands.”

“If the voice control is disabled, then how are you answering me?!”

“Thank you for your question! Only the menu interface is disabled. I can still answer questions.”

“Grrrrr! How do I shut you down?!”

“Thank you for your question! During demo mode, all commands must be entered by the vendor, using the remote.”

“Oh no!” Hikara utters, staring disheartened at the remote, resting on the table. “It might as well be on the moon...”

“That’s enough of a break! I will now demonstrate the Tickle-Interrogation module!”

“OH NO!” She cries out. Tickle-Interrogation doesn’t sound friendly at all, so it sends the girl into a frenzy. “EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN! FIRE! RELEASE ME NOW!” She shouts, desperately trying to wiggle her wrists free.

The machine then says in an intimidating tone, “Struggle all you want, prisoner. You’ll never escape. Until you tell me what I want to know, your ticklish body belongs to me.”

Hikara swallows dryly and stops trying to break free.

“Tell me the code, or I’ll put you through the most unbearable tickle-torture you can imagine.” The machine threatens, raising all of its limbs in the air and wiggling their fingers.

“Erm... How long is this demo?” She asks, sounding rather scared.

“Thank you for your question! All demos are ten minutes long.” The machine answers in its chirpy voice tone, then changes back to the intimidating one, “Last chance. Tell me the code, or I’ll tickle you for hours!”

Knowing that this is only going to last ten minutes, Hikara starts feeling playful, because in truth, getting tickle-interrogated is a bedroom game she does all the time with her boyfriend, and she loves a good tickle-challenge.

“Do your worst! I’ll never talk!” She dares the machine, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness rush over her.

“Have it your way.”

Hikara then widens her eyes and whimpers when one-inch-long, metallic fingernails pop out from every robotic fingertip.

“Oh gosh... This is gonna be bad... This is gonna be bad...” She moans, squirming and twisting her body in ticklish anticipation as the hands slowly descend upon her sensitive body.

“What’s the code?!” The machine demands, holding the spidering fingernails less than an inch away from the girl’s skin.

Hikara can feel her own heart beating like a drum. Tears of cold sweat stream down her forehead. Her eyes are fixed on the wiggling nails. Her facial expression is one of fear, but at the same time, her eyes are bristling with intense excitement.

“I... I’ll never talk!” Hikara finally says, feeling naughty afterwards.

And so the nails begin their assault on her upper body, digging into her underarms, ribs, sides and belly like a swarm of spiders trying to burrow.

“BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA!” She explodes with intense, uncontrollable laughter, struggling like a madwoman. Her hands are grasping at nothing, and her feet are twisting around. Her knees are kicking, and her arms are tugging incessantly.

This torture goes on for about a minute, at which point the machine demands yet again, “Talk! Tell me the code and it will all stop!”

“SCREW YOOOOU! HOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOO-HOOOO-HOOOO!” She howls.

Her refusal promps the machine to intensify the torture. The hands working on her underarms start pinching the rims between her pits and her breasts; the hands working on her ribs start pressing into them and wiggling; and the hands working on her sides start squeezing and kneading.

These changes send Hikara into an even greater fit of ticklish hysteria.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG! HAAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA!” She screams, arching her back as much as possible.

“There’s no escape! Only the truth can set you free!” The machine says, but Hikara is beyond answering at the moment. Her mind is utterly consumed with the unbearably intense ticklish sensations being forced into her.

This goes on for a couple minutes, then the machine dials all the fingers back to gentle spidering; all but one, which hovers menacingly above her belly, with its index finger pointed at her button.

“Nononono! NOOOOO!” She cries out, as the finger begins to vibrate.

“Tell me the code, or it’s going into your belly button.”

“Nooooo! Please DON’T! I don’t know the code! I swear!”

The vibrating finger begins to descend, sending her into a struggling frenzy.

“I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW THE CODE!” She shouts, fighting against her bondage. “BWAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAA!” She then cackles hysterically, when the finger enters her poor, sensitive button, and delivers it’s tickly vibrations to the virgin skin.

A few minutes later, all hands stop tickling Hikara. The girl collapses, huffing, puffing and giggling like a lunatic; but before she can even begin to recover, the machine’s hands take hold of her toes and pull them back, stretching out her soles. Her head is also held still.

“Uff... Hehehehe... What... Now... Uff... Uff...”

“Now, my ticklish prisoner, I’m going to do the things you hate the most. All you need to do is tell me what I want to know, and it will all stop.”

Hikara knows exactly what’s going to happen, because she’s the one who provided the tickle spots and tools info. If this was a real interrogation, she would be begging for mercy, but it isn’t, so the fear that she’s feeling is tempered with excitement, as someone might feel at the start of a rollercoaster.

“Bring it on... I’ll never talk...” She utters.

Without further ado, a pair of hands rises over the stocks, but their fingers end not in metal nails, but in small, stiff, pointy feathers.

“Oh my gosh... Hehehe! I’m giggling already! This is gonna be so bad!” She then sees a second pair of hands above her head, holding delicate plumes. “Oh no... I know where those are going! Heeehehehe!”

Both pairs of hands then start dancing their feathers against Hikara’s most sensitive spots; her cat-ears and her soles.

“NononoNOOOOO! HOOO-HO-HO-HO-HOOOO! YAAAAAAH! HA-HAAAAAA!” She howls, going through a surge of convulsions.

Above her head, the two plumes relentlessly stroke inside her ears, as well as on their edges. Their every tease elicits an unmanageable urge to shake her ears away, but this action is denied by the robotic hands holding her head steady.

On the opposite end of her body, her hyper-ticklish, stretched out soles have become a dance floor where ten feathers are performing a diabolically tickly ballet. They are presently spidering up her soles, then zig-zagging back down to her heels.

“BWAAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAAA! I CAAAN’T STAAANT THIIIIS!” She laughs hysterically, desperately trying to move her head and her feet, but both are completely helpless.

The feathers under her feet are now waving sideways, teasing her arches and the middle of each sole.

“NOOOO MOOORE! HAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAAAA!”

“Tell me the code and this will all stop!”

“I DON’T KNOOOOW! HOOO-HOOOO-HOOOO-HOOOO!”

“I’m not going to stop until you talk. Just imagine this going on for an hour, then two, then three... Until you talk, you belong to me! Until you talk, you LAUGH!”

Hikara does imagine it, and the notion fills her with excitement. “HAA-HAA-HAAA! Promise?!” She asks.

“Cheeky, eh? Let’s see if you still feel that way in an hour or two.”

The machine’s reply is accompanied by yet another change in technique; the feathers begin to swirl all over her soles with individual wiggly motions. The poor girl cries out in ticklish agony, struggling like a wild cat.

“What’s the code?!”

“YAAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA! I DON’T KNOOOW! HEEE-HEEE-HEEE! NOT THEERE!”

“Where?”

“Base of the HAAAA-HAA-HAAA! TOOOES!” She intentionally reveals.

The machine places the feathery tips at the base of her toes and starts spidering them in place.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAA-HAAAA-HAAAA! I’M GONNA DIIIIIE!” She cries out, kicking her knees violently.


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A couple minutes later, the interrogation ends.

“And so ends the ten minute demo of the TickleChair 3000’s, Tickle-Interrogation module! We’ll pause for a couple minutes...” The machine repeats the usual speech.

“Oh... My... God... That was fucking amazing...” Hikara moans, huffing and panting. She appears completely wrecked, but also satisfied. “What’s the next demo?”

“Thank you for your question! The next demo is the Oil-Massage module.”

“Oh good. That last demo was awesome, but really tiring.”

“Glad you enjoyed it! If you wish to place an order, please speak to the vendor!”

“Right... Now, how am I gonna get off this thing?” She ponders. “Hey, how many modules are there?”

“Thank you for your question! The TickleChair 3000 has four standalone modules. They are; Tickle-Therapy, Tickle-Interrogation, Oil-Massage, and Tickle-Games.”

“Does the Oil-Massage module have any tickling?”

“Thank you for your question! The Oil-Massage module is the default, general-consumer option. It includes all the necessary programming to perform generic tickling, but the user must specifically ask to be tickled. To answer a more specialized tickling need, please ask me or the vendor about the other modules.”

“What happens after the Tickle-Games demo?”

“Thank you for your...”

“Can you stop saying that?!”

“... question!” The machine continues, ignoring her. “After the Tickle-Game demo, I will demonstrate the Tickle-Therapy module.”

“So it’s a loop?!” She asks wide eyed.

“Thank you for your question! Yes.”

“Good grief... Is there a way to stop the loop?”

“Thank you for your question! The demo mode can be interrupted at any time with the remote.”

“What if the remote is lost or broken?”

“Thank you for your question! If there’s a problem with the remote, please contact customer service to receive a new one, free of charge!“

Hikara sighs loudly out of frustration.

“What if the remote is broken, and voice commands are disabled, and there’s no one to pull out the power cord, and I can’t call customer service because I’m stuck on the machine?!”

The chair goes silent for a moment, then replies, “Thank you for your question! Unfortunately, I do not have a suitable answer in my database, but I’m sure the vendor can assist you.”

“OH COME ON!” She shouts, going through a burst of struggling.

“That’s enough of a break! I will now demonstrate the Oil-Massage module!”


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The Oil-Massage demo is now half-way through. Although it feels heavenly, especially under her feet, Hikara can hardly enjoy it due to the pressing issue of escape. When the machine applies a fresh coat of oil to her belly, an idea crosses her mind.

“Can you massage my hands, please?” She asks.

“Absolutely!” The machine answers, squirting a dose of oil on her palms.

Before the hand massage can start, Hikara closes her hands into fists and leans them forward, trying to get as much oil as possible to fall down to her wrists.

“You need to open your hands for me to massage them.”

“Can I get another dose of oil on my hands, please?”

“Of course.”

She repeats this a couple more times, without actually allowing the machine to rub her hands. Once her wrists are all slippery, she says, “Actually, I changed my mind. Please rub my feet instead.”

“Right away!”

Hikara then starts rolling and pulling her wrists, hoping that the lubrication will make a difference. “Yes... It’s working... Come on... Aaaaaaarg! Come ooooon! MRRRRRRG!” She groans, her right hand inching towards freedom.

“Almost... Almoooost... MRRRRRRG! YES!” She exclaims, as her right hand slips free.

The machine immediately starts complaining, “Warning! To ensure operational safety, the user must be fully restrained!”

Hikara lunges her right arm towards the power cable and replies, “Time to shut you down!” But to her dismay, she can’t reach the cord! “COME OOOON! DAMMIT!” She shouts, desperately trying to close the tiny gap between the tips of her fingers and the cable, but the best she can do is graze it with her fingertips.

“NO! NO! DON’T DO THAT!” She cries out, watching powerless as the machine takes hold of her arm and gently cuffs it back in place.

Then, while she’s furiously trying to free her hand a second time, the machine produces a second pair of cuffs from openings on the sides of the table, and uses them on her elbows, completely immobilizing her arms against the back-rest.

“NOOOOOO!” She cries out once more, arching her back and shaking her arms wildly. There won’t be any more arm escapes, and she knows it.


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After the oil massage, Hikara is forced to experience the Tickle-Games demo. It includes a small choice of childish games, including ‘Round and Round the Garden’, ‘Counting Piggies’, and a multiplayer game where the occupant must hold in their laughter for a certain amount of time.

“And this little piggy went... Weee, Weee, Weee! All the way home!” The machine sings in a playful tone, scrambling a handful of feathery fingertips up and down Hikara’s right sole.

“BWAAAAA-HAAAA-HAAA-HAAAA! I LOVE THIS GAME!” She cackles away.

“Of course you do! You’re my good little kitty-girl!”

The machine tickles her foot for a few more seconds, then stops and announces, “Let’s play ‘Round and Round the Garden’ again!”

“Wait! Hehehe... What about the multiplayer game? Hehehe...” Hikara asks, still giggling from the foot tickles.

“Thank you for your question! To win that game, you must hold in your laughter for at least five minutes. The seconds after that are your score. The player with the biggest score wins.”

Hikara furrows her brow and asks, “Soooo... If I play that game, will you set me free after my turn, so the next player can sit down?”

“Thank you for your question! Of course! But that game is not usually played in demo mode, because there’s only one model.”

“This is it! This is my way out!” She thinks, then proposes, “How about this, there’s a potential buyer who’s really dying to try that game, and she wants to compete with me, the model. Can we play a round of that game?”

“Thank you for your question! Absolutely!”

“Nice! About those five minutes, can we cancel that rule?”

“Thank you for your question! I’m sorry, but the voice command interface is presently disabled, and rule modification requires command privileges. Please use the remote to enable the voice command interface.”

“Darn it... Okay... Let’s play that game.”

The machine’s hands spring to life and start gently teasing all her tickle spots.

“Mrrrrrrrrg!” Hikara groans, scrunching her face into a grimace, and hardening all of her muscles.

“Here we go... Tickle, tickle tickle... Can you take this?” The machine taunts her.

“Mrrrg! Mrrrg! Mrrrg!” She groans again, now clearly holding back laughter.

“Hold it in... Hold it in... Tickle, tickle, tickle...”

“Mrrrrrrrrg! Stop taunting! MRRRRRG! MRRG! MRRG!”

“Does it make it harder? Too bad... Gouchie, gouchie, goo...”

“MRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!” The girl groans painfully, convulsing her entire body as countless fingers tease every inch of exposed skin. She feels them fluttering on her ears, burrowing under her arms, pinching her sides, waving across on her belly, and spidering all over her soles. After just a few seconds of this game, Hikara looks like she’s ready to explode.

“MRRRRG! MRRRRG! MRRRRG! MRRRRG!” She groans, rolling her head sideways. The machine doesn’t like that, though, because her ears keep getting away from the fingertips. But before the machine decides to hold her head still, the girl explodes with intense laughter.

“Bwaaaaaaaaaa-Haaaaaa-Haaaaa-Haaaaa! I caaaaan’t! Haaa-Haaa-Haaaa! I HATE holding it in! Bwaaaaaa-Haaaa-Haaaa-Haaaa! I LIKE laaaughing!”

“You lose! Why so weak? Why so weak?”

“SCREW YOOOOU! Yaaaaaaaaah-Haaa-Haaa-Haaaaa!”

The machine tickles her for a few more seconds, then stops and announces, “Let’s play ‘Round and Round the Garden’ again!”

“NO! I want to try that game again!”

Hikara plays the game 16 more times, but always bursts out laughing long before the minimum five minutes. The machine eventually says, “And so ends the ten minute demo of the TickleChair 3000’s, Tickle-Games module! We’ll pause for a couple minutes...”

“NOOOO! LET ME TRY AGAIN! I WANT TO KEEP TRYING!” She shouts, but it’s no use. The machine doesn’t let her play the game again before they revisit the other modules.


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Almost three hours since Hikara first sat down, her third round of tickle games is underway; and she’s actually doing really good this time. As much as she likes being tickled, this whole ordeal is pushing her dangerously close to the limit of her endurance. That proximity is proving to be a really powerful motivation, because if she doesn’t escape really soon, her pleasure is going to turn into torture.

“MRRRRG! MRRRRG! MRRRRG!” She groans painfully, as the fingertips mercilessly tease her body. Her face, bright red, is a mask of pure ticklish agony. She usually loves all things involving tickling, but she doesn’t like this game one bit. Holding in her laughter for this long makes her feel like her brain is being stretched out on a rack.

“MRRRRRRRRRRRRRG!” She groans, as the metaphorical rack tightens another notch.

“Let it out... Come on... You know you want to... Just laugh... Tickle, tickle, tickle...” The machine cruelty taunts her.

Hikara has no idea if she has already made it past five minutes, because the machine refuses to tell her. “It’s part of the game. You have to last as long as you can.” It explained.

Suddenly, she opens her eyes wide and releases a series of particularly desperate groans, “MRRRRG! MRRRRG! MRRRRRRRRRRG!”

“Tickle, tickle, tickleeeee...” The machine torments her.

Then it finally happens. Hikara reaches the absolute limit of her mental endurance. She feels like her brain is about to snap in half, and so gives up, releasing a mighty burst of hysterical cackling, “MWAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAA!”

The machine stops tickling her, saying, “Good job! You lasted 8 minutes and 34 seconds!”

She did it! It was the hardest thing she ever did but she did it! She desperately wants to lay back and catch her breath, but there’s no time, because the machine will only release her during the Tickle-Games demo, and if she lasted almost nine minutes, that means the window of opportunity will close any second now!

“Release me! Hurry up! The buyer wants to sit down and play!” She cries out, frantically tugging her arms.

At long last, the cuffs open. She lowers her arms and quickly releases her thighs. Then the stocks unlock, but she has to reach down to open them up manually. She yanks her feet free and scrambles off the seat, onto the floor. At that moment, the machine takes hold of her ankles and starts saying, “And so ends the ten minute demo...”

“NOOO!” She screams, desperately trying to grab the power cord while the machine pulls her back to the seat. She grabs it! Yet pulls it so hard, that the outlet comes out of the wall!

“FUUUUUUUUCK!” She screams, pulling the cord, the outlet and even the cable from inside the wall until the live outlet is on her hands. By now, she has been forced back onto the seat, and her feet are being set in the stocks. That’s when she finally separates the power plug from the outlet.

As the machine’s arms freeze lifeless, she scrambles out of the chair and crawls across the room, where she collapses on the floor, panting with her eyes fixed on the machine.

“Holy hell...” She mutters, experiencing an adrenaline rush.


◄●►​


A couple hours later, Hikara is on the phone with the tickle-chair customer support.

“Replacement, please. That’s right. By the way, is it possible to unlock all the modules in a single machine? Okay. Yes, that would be perfect. How much would it cost? Uff! That’s pretty pricey...”

She looks at the machine, remembering how much fun she had with every single module. “You know what? Do it. I’ll pay. I simply must have all four modules. It just won’t be the same without them.”


FIN​

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This was fantastic! I loved it. I enjoy many types of stories, but ones where the character being tickled is having fun are near the top for me.
 
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