TechTickle
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Continued from Part 4: Maximise
What had once started off as an innocent game, challenging her to stay completely still as a machine ruthlessly tickled her, has since led to Natasha being sentenced to four hours of constant orgasm denial while Emma, the merciless AI controlling the machine, uses all of the devilish tools at her disposal to tickle her to insanity and beyond. While all hope seems lost for her, it's possible Emma may have one final deal. But when has accepting a deal ever gone well for Nat?
Prologue: Training
Part 1: Deal
Part 2: Insurance
Part 3: Regret
Part 4: Maximise
Part 5: Rematch
"NOOO NONO -AAHAHAHAAHAH- STAAHAHAHA- STOP PLEE -OOOO- PL-PLEEHEHEEASEE -AAAOOOAA-"
It had been almost three hours since Nat's final punishment round had begun, and Emma had stuck to her earlier threats as she was constantly edged to her limits before being tickled out of her mind and cruelly denied her climax. Emma had been taunting her now and then when the four hour long round started, mocking Nat's inability to escape as she lay trapped in the machine, writhing around to no avail. However, after about half an hour, Emma stopped speaking all together, leaving Nat with just the sounds of her own uncontrollable laughter, desperate moans, incoherent cries for mercy and the constant mechanical whirring of the devices relentlessly tormenting her. Somewhere around the one hour mark, Emma had even placed a few mechanical hands over the screen in front of Nat, conveniently covering up the countdown to her release, meaning she had no idea no long she had left bound in this hellish game.
For the last three hours, Emma had done exactly what she had threatened earlier. Nat had been finger fucked, eaten out by several mechanical tongues and penetrated by every single dildo in the machine, always being brought to the brink of climax, kept there for a few torturous seconds, and then brought crashing down from the edge by the unfathomable tickling all over the rest of her body. Every few denied orgasms, Nat would weakly struggle against her restraints, as if there was a chance they would somehow let her go, but the result was always the same. Absolutely no movement was possible for her due to the tentacles wrapped around her wrists, ankles, waist and thighs, and she lay stretched out and naked, with her arms straight above her head and her legs spread wide open, every inch of her skin completely exposed to every device Emma used on her. By now, all the various devices used on Nat had merged into one constant ticklish sensation coursing through her, and she could barely register the different types of machines assaulting her all over. Even then, Emma knew exactly how to vary the merciless tools and techniques just enough to ensure that no part of Nat's skin ever got desensitised to the tickling.
While Nat's eyes were firmly shut and she could hardly make out exactly what tools were tickling her, it was quite the sight to behold. A round cup had latched itself onto each of her armpits. While an outside observer could not see what Nat was experiencing under that cup, they would be able to tell that it was unbearable by the way she was reacting to it. Inside the cup, several soft feathers had been arranged as petals of a flower and were rapidly spinning around and flicking inwards and outwards, driving Nat crazy as they tormented her pits from every direction. The fluffy feathers felt insanely ticklish in her sensitive hollows as they constantly changed their patterns, randomly switching the direction they were spinning and the speeds at which they were flicking, never allowing Nat to get used to any particular pattern, always keeping her on edge.
A little lower on her body, her supple sides weren't faring much better. Ten thin arms had extended out of the walls of the machine and positioned themselves on Nat's sides, five on the left and five on the right. Each of the mechanical arms had a rubber ball attached at their tips, no bigger than an inch in diameter. Unfortunately for Nat, these rubber balls were being put to use all over her sides and midriff, rubbing all around her sensitive skin. To make matters worse, they were vibrating powerfully, adding a whole new level to the incredible tickling they were administering. Nat tried her best to squirm as the balls not only vibrated up and down randomly, but also chose to enhance her experience by pressing in and out, constantly squeezing her soft skin and digging into her sides. Nat's body constantly shook as she was mercilessly ravaged by the ticklish tips, but with no movement possible, the rubber balls remained firmly pressed into her sides as they continued to vibrate relentlessly.
Lower still, Nat's thighs were getting a lot of attention as several mechanical arms had extended up from holes in the floor and positioned themselves between her legs, about twenty on either thigh. They had much smaller balls on their tips, and their purpose was not to vibrate and rub around her like the ones on her upper body. Instead, these tips simply poked Nat's thighs repeatedly. While it had started off as a slightly annoying sensation, more and more arms had joined the poking and they had all increased their speed over time, so by now Nat would have given anything for a second of relief from the tips digging into her soft skin. She couldn't predict the motions of the arms at all as they randomly skittered up and down her inner thighs, from near her knees all the way up to the edges of her desperately needy pussy. The occasional pokes on her flushed labia sent jolts of erotic pleasure through Nat as she still begged for release, but she was always brought back to reality immediately as the arms carried on their vicious assault.
Nat's belly button was currently covered by a particularly interesting tool attached to yet another of the long mechanical tentacles in the machine. At the tip of this tentacle was a round brush covered with hundreds of stiff bristles that were all sweeping from side to side as the brush span at insane speeds, eliciting wild streams of laughter from their victim. What was particularly devious about the brush was its centre - there was a round vibrating egg placed right in the middle of all the bristles, and Nat shrieked as it buried itself directly into her belly button, pushing in and out as its target was held completely still.
"ST-ST- AAHHAAHA- STOP PLEEEHEHEHE- EASE PL-PLEASE I CAN'T TAHAHAHAAAHAHA- TAKE ANYM- AHHHAHAHAHAHAA-"
About a dozen such brushes were wreaking havoc all over Nat's midriff, scampering between each of her ribs and spinning chaotically around her soft belly. The brushes were relentless in their mission to scrub the entirely of Nat's stomach and ribs with brutal efficiency, as if their purpose was to thoroughly clean every inch of her skin. Now and then, Nat would breathe in sharply to suck her stomach in and try to move it away from the ruthless brushes, but it had no effect as they simply followed every movement of her belly, not allowing her a second of rest from their ticklish torment. A few of the brushes had slipped below her waist, to the area above her pussy, and were having a profound effect on Nat as they danced around one of her most ticklish spots. They would sometimes barely scrape directly on her wet sex, forcing out a sudden moan from her, before it was again overcome by her insane cackling as the brushes returned to spinning around just above her pussy.
There was an especially devious contraption entirely covering Nat's round breasts, save for her painfully erect nipples. A round ring, about a centimeter thick, had snugly fit over her tits and placed itself at the base of Nat's breasts. The inside of the ring was completely covered with more tickly bristles that caused her to howl uncontrollably as the ring span in a clockwise motion. It was rotating at a moderate speed, but it was still enough to feel horribly ticklish on her now insanely sensitive breasts, after all they had been though already. Just above this ring was another one, slightly smaller than the last, which had also fixed itself tightly around the next centimeter of Nat's tits from the bottom. Also lined with the same insanely fluffy bristles, this ring was spinning slightly faster and anticlockwise, heightening the ticklish feeling as the bristles moved in the opposite direction to the ones just below. In fact, Nat's globes were covered in about fifteen of these rings on both of them, each one smaller than the last, and each one squeezing her tits as snugly as possible without being painful.
Every ring rotated slightly faster than the one below it, all the way up to the smallest ring right on the edges of Nat's nipples, which was completing almost four rotations every second. She violently tried to shake the bristled devices off her breasts while each adjacent ring span in the opposite direction, alternating between clockwise and anticlockwise. Of course, they all stayed firmly in place as Nat shrieked and cried out for mercy. Just watching this monstrous device at work on both of Nat's tits would be enough to make any woman squirm as she imagined the ticklish sensations flowing through her, but Nat was forced to lay there and take the unstoppable assault on her breasts with no hint of a break.
Nat's nipples were suffering a very similar fate as her tits, just on a much smaller scale. Instead of soft bristled rings like those around her breasts, several thin rubber tendrils had tightly wrapped all the way around her erect nubs, all the way from their base to their hopelessly sensitive tip. The tendrils felt heavenly on Nat's nipples as the ones at the bases slowly rotated clockwise, causing loud groans of pleasure to escape her mouth between the maniacal laughter. Just like on her breasts, the tendrils just above the ones at the bases of Nat's nubs rotated in the opposite direction. This pattern continued all the way up to the sixth tendril at the tip of her nipples, with each new tendril slowly spinning in the opposite direction to the one before. Nat moaned loudly as the strands occasionally vibrated and squeezed her nubs for a kick of arousal to drive her crazy as she continued to be cruelly denied. The constant sensual massage by the tendrils would have been enough to send her into an incredible orgasm on their own, but Emma clearly knew this, as she controlled all of the other devices on Nat's body to perfection, ensuring that she didn't climax from the manipulation of her nipples.
"Oooo- please just -uuuaaa- just let me c- oooaaa- let me cum please please -ooo-"
Indeed, Nat's intense orgasm denial had been ongoing this entire time, and her glistening sex had definitely not been ignored while the rest of her body was being attacked. A fairly large disc could be seen between Nat's legs, and this was definitely where most of her attention was being focused. The rubber disc had easily inserted itself slightly into her womanhood and was currently rotating fairly slowly as it vibrated at a relatively low intensity compared to the sensations Nat had experienced today. There was also another tool buried deep inside her pussy - a round object about the size of a table tennis ball - but this lay dormant for now. While the rubber disc buzzing away at the entrance to her pussy was already enough to slowly build Nat's arousal, the effects were amplified by the bumpy outer edge of the rotating disc while it was firmly pressed against her sex. As the wheel span between her legs, Nat felt each vibrating bump on its edge travel all the way through her pussy, firmly flicking her swollen clit every time, to force a deep moan out of her with every bump.
Nat's moans became more frequent as the wheel began spinning faster and each of the bumps on its edge continued to buzz directly on her soaking clit as they relentlessly licked her sex. The vibrations were getting noticeably more powerful now, and the rubber disc pressed a bit harder against Nat's sex, intensifying the erotic sensations coursing through her. It was now that the mysterious ball inside Nat's pussy also came to life. She had experienced the torment of this device several times already, but was still caught by surprise, as always, when it restarted its attack. Nat let out an ear piercing scream and wildly attempted to buck her hips up and down as she felt the torturous assault of the ball deep inside her once again.
"NOOOO NO NO -AAHAHAHAHAAH- NO YOU CA -AAAHAHAHA- YOU CAN'T DO THIS -HAHAAAHAHA- TO ME AGAIAHAHAAAAHAHAHA-"
Nat's pleading was completely useless as the ball's attack had already begun and Emma had no intention of stopping it any time soon. Inside her pussy, several holes had appeared all over the ball, allowing about a hundred microbrushes to pop out of the device and immediately start sweeping up and down as Nat cackled maniacally at the ticklish sensations on her inner walls. Her screams reached a fever pitch when the ball itself began to spin around rapidly, as well as move around inside her, exploring every inch of the sensitive insides of her sex. Like many of the tools in the machine, the ball was capable of vibrating vigorously, and it did just that as it firmly rubbed itself onto the walls of Nat's pussy. Emma knew exactly how to move the ball around Nat's insides for it to be as torturously delicious as possible, and Nat's sudden loud groan made it obvious that the device had found her G-spot and was mercilessly vibrating away at it. The combination of the unfathomable tickling and incredibly pleasurable buzzing on her most sensitive spot froze Nat in uncontrollable laughter mixed with deep moans.
The vibrating wheel had continued to pick up its speed, and by now, it was rotating so quickly that its edge was a blur. Nat screamed as she continued to feel the bumps vigorously stroke and buzz against her clit, now several times a second, driving her closer and closer to her mind-numbing climax. She attempted to arch her back to push her pussy up towards the rubber wheel, and while she was unable to move her waist at all, Emma gave her what she wanted as the disc pushed against her sex even harder, further intensifying the constant stroking of her drooling clit. The ball inside her pressed firmly against her G-spot, tickling it relentlessly with its brushes, but also building Nat up to a climax as it powerfully buzzed away at her most pleasurable spot.
The pitch of Nat's screams got higher and higher as she felt the tidal wave of pleasure approaching her, but she dreaded what was to follow. Her pussy started to spasm and she shuddered as she reached the verge of her orgasm, but after denying her constantly for over six hours, Emma was an expert in knowing exactly when to stop the stimulation on Nat's most intimate areas to leave her hanging right on the edge. The buzzing wheel immediately retreated away from between her legs and the ball inside her stopped its vibrating as well, leaving only the insanely ticklish sensations inside her pussy. But it wasn't even the denial that Nat had been dreading. Rather, it was what came after that she couldn't bear. She begged and protested as she watched a new tool replace the rubber disc, placing itself right over her desperate sex.
"Nonono anythi -aahahaha- anything but thAAAHAHAHAHAAA-"
Emma had no interest in her begging - she was programmed to simply cause as much sexual frustration as possible to its victim, and she was clearly doing a great job. The new device whirred to life, and Nat's pussy quivered at the new sensations on it. The new tool was also a rotating wheel, but its edge led to a much more torturous experience that the vibrating wheel from earlier. The edge of this disc was lined with about thirty fluffy feathers placed at regular intervals around its circumference, and Nat felt all of the ticklish feathers hungrily stroke the entirety of her pussy as the wheel span rapidly. She received no pauses as a new feather licked her needy clit several times a second. Usually, a feather delicately stroking the entire length of Nat's clit would have been a welcome sensation and would quickly push her towards a climax. But there was nothing delicate about the feathers ravenously scraping through her whole pussy at insane speeds. The wheel was spinning so fast, it was impossible to see the individual feathers on its edge as they all blurred into a white streak assaulting Nat's womanhood. Instead of pushing her to an orgasm, the rough stroking of Nat's pussy and clit simply covered her entire sex with an unbearable ticklish sensation while she lay victim to the feathers, with her waist firmly fixed in one spot and her pussy completely exposed to the torment.
Once the tickling of her pussy drove Nat back down from the brink of her climax, the feathered wheel was again replaced by the vibrating one, and Nat let out a primal groan when she felt the buzzing rubber bumps press against her clit again, as the wheel pushed firmly against her sex and began to spin slowly as before. The ball inside her pussy, still continuing its torturous tickling from earlier, also began to buzz and rub around her G-spot, eliciting more moans from Nat as she began the same journey to the edge of pleasure yet again. This wasn't the first time she had been denied by this devilish combination of wheels. In fact, Emma had edged her with the bumpy rubber disc about twenty times now. The wheel was completely drenched in the arousal fluids that kept streaming out of Nat's pussy, making it even easier for it to push into her and spin rapidly against her drooling sex.
"Pl-please just -oooaoo- just let me cum -AAAOOO- I'll do anyth -FUCK OOO- I'll do anything pleEEEEAAAA- please just -OOO-"
Of course, Nat had spent the last three hours begging for mercy and offering to do absolutely anything for release, but this time Emma actually responded.
"I want you to play the game again."
This was the first time Emma had spoken in almost three hours, catching Nat completely off guard as she tried to register what had just been said. Emma had planned this all along - she was programmed to keep Nat in the machine for as long as possible, within the rules of the game, and the best way to do this was to convince her to play again. Sadly, Nat wasn't quite convinced just yet.
"F -ooo- f-fuck you I'm no -OOOOO- I'm not playing agaiAAaaAa AAA AA AAAA NOOOOO AHAHHAHAHAHA"
Nat tried her best to appear tough but was cut off by Emma pushing the bumpy wheel deep into her sex and turning its buzzing to the max, fast-tracking her right to the edge of her climax again, before removing the disc entirely and replacing it with the feather wheel once again. As the feathers licked the whole length of Nat's drenched pussy, they soaked themselves in her juices. Ordinarily, this would have reduced the ticklishness of the feathers as their tendrils would begin to clump up, but Emma was prepared for everything. After torturously stroking Nat's womanhood, each feather was put through a powerful blow-dryer, drying out any fluids on the feathers and puffing them back up, ensuring that they were always as warm and fluffy as possible when they returned to lick Nat's glistening clit again. Once Nat's arousal had lowered enough, the feathers were removed and replaced with the vibrating disc as usual, while Emma repeated her request.
"I want you to play the game again."
Nat made the mistake of refusing again, and before she could even finish her sentence, the wheel was forcefully pressed directly onto her pussy. Emma increased its spinning speed as much as possible, holding it firmly against Nat's clit until she was screaming on the verge of a powerful orgasm, before denying her again. She removed the wheel from between Nat's legs and reapplied the fluffy feathers on her sex, reducing her to a giggling mess once more.
"I want you to play the game again." Emma was persistent. "If you want to climax, we will have a rematch. If you don't, I'm happy to carry on what we're doing right now."
Emma was prepared to repeat this process as many times as it took. Nat, on the other hand, could not take it any longer.
"Fine FINE if youaahahaha- if you let me -EEEEHEHEHEE- let me cum I'll reeeheheheehe I'll rematch you -OOOAAHAHAHAH-" At this point, Nat was ready to accept anything to escape the pussy tickling and get her long awaited release. Besides, she figured that once the game ended, she would be able to quickly escape the machine anyway.
"Rematch request detected. Verbal confirmation recorded, subject to conditions: induce orgasm." Emma briefly spoke in a monotonous tone as she processed the commands, before returning to her usual teasing self.
"Thank you, Natasha. I look forward to defeating you a second time."
With that, Emma removed the feather wheel from Nat's sex and restarted the slow spinning of the rubber disc. While the bumps on the edge of the wheel began to slowly stroke her needy clit, all of the other tools on Nat's body had been continuing their torments this entire time, and they now intensified their attacks. Nat cackled as she felt the feathers on her armpits speed up their strokes while the vibrating tips on her sides dug even deeper into her soft skin. Nat's thighs continued to be poked even more rapidly as the brushes swarming her stomach span faster and viciously dived between each of her ribs. Most unbearable of all was the relentless tickling of her breasts, and each of the bristled rings covering Nat's tits upped their speeds, making Nat try to wildly thrash her upper body around as she attempted to escape the tickling. The tendrils wrapped around her nipples began vibrating very fast, causing deep moans to be mixed into Nat's wild laughter.
While the vibrating ring picked up its speed as well, the tiny brushes on the ball inside Nat's pussy continued to relentlessly stroke her inner walls as Nat's orgasm got closer and closer. By now the rubber wheel was vibrating at maximum intensity, and she welcomed the incredible sensations directly hitting her soaking button as she began to moan loudly and try to buck her hips into the air, attempting to press her sex onto the buzzing disc. Emma noticed this and pushed the wheel deeper into Nat's pussy while the ball inside her also increased the intensity of its buzzing and pressed even harder against her G-spot, and the effect was immediate. Nat froze completely with her mouth wide open, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her pussy clenched firmly onto the vibrating wheel spinning inside her as she felt each rough bump lovingly massage her swollen clit. Nat's moans turned into high-pitched shrieks as she rode the devices buzzing away at her sex all the way to the edge of her climax, and this time they didn't stop. She didn't just reach the brink of her orgasm - she raced past it as she was thrown deep into her climax while the buzzing directly on her clit and G-spot showed no signs of stopping.
Emma gave Nat the orgasm of her life as she kept stimulating all her pleasure spots, keeping the tidal wave of pleasure flowing for as long as she could, and Nat felt like she rode the wave for an eternity as she shut her eyes and her entire existence was reduced to the indescribable pleasure coursing through her body. Nat's muscles spasmed uncontrollably and her whole body shook wildly, but her restraints kept her firmly in place as the rubber wheel continued to dig into her pussy, stimulating her sensitive button. Not that Nat wanted to be able to move anyway.
As she felt the most intense orgasm of her life begin to fade away, Nat realised that the buzzing wasn't stopping. The wheel continued to spin rapidly and the ball inside her carried on vibrating against her G-spot. Nat's screams reached new heights as she was immediately thrown into another mind-blowing climax. And then another. And a fourth. After being mercilessly edged and denied for over six hours, all of Nat's pent up arousal was released as she just kept cumming while the devices in her pussy kept buzzing away. Emma kept Nat in this constant state of pleasure for as long as she could, repeatedly pushing her over the edge and keeping her pussy gushing until Nat just couldn't take another orgasm.
Eventually, the buzzing stopped and the rubber disc retracted from Nat's soaked pussy, now finally satisfied after hours of constant orgasm denial. In her post-orgasmic daze, Nat didn't notice the wheel of feathers returning between her legs.
"Th-thank you -AAHAHA WHAT THE FU-AAAHAHAHAHAA NOOOOO AHAHAHA-"
Nat screeched as she felt the warm and insanely fluffy feathers hungrily lick her pussy again, paying special attention to her hypersensitive clit as they always had. This time, now that she had just climaxed, there was absolutely no pleasure to be had in the rapid stroking of her wet clit. There was only the unbearable tickling on her button and the entirety of her sex as Nat was unimaginably more sensitive after having such a powerful orgasm. She realised with horror that none of the other diabolical devices on her body had stopped either, and she tried her best to squirm around as every inch of her skin had now become insanely more ticklish, making her torment even more unbearable that it already was.
"FUUUCK -AHAHAHAAHAHA- PLEEHEHEHEE- PLEASE ST-STOP -OOOAAHAHAHA-"
Nat's breasts especially had become unfathomably more sensitive after her climax and Nat pulled against her restraints as hard as possible to free herself and rip off the rings driving her crazy by spinning around her tits, but she remained completely still and simply had to take the tickling. Worst of all was the ball that was still buried deep inside her pussy. While it had stopped vibrating inside her, it was still pressed against her G-spot while the brushes on it mercilessly stroked the most ticklish spot of her inner pussy, eliciting more deafening screams from Nat as she lay there with her womanhood completely exposed. With the countdown timer still covered from before, Nat had no way of knowing how much longer she could be trapped in this ticklish hell. She could just beg for mercy and pray that the round was going to end soon. Sadly for Nat, there were still over forty minutes left in this final round, and Emma was going to use every last second of it keeping her trapped exactly like this, with the wheel of feathers rapidly spinning against her post-orgasmically sensitive sex.
For Nat, it felt like several hours had passed before the feathers finally slowed down and the tools around her body started to shut down and remove themselves from her, retreating back into the walls they came from. While her pussy still quivered at the phantom sensations of the feathers that were tormenting her for so long, Nat rejoiced, relieved. The ordeal was finally over. The game was finally over.
"Congratulations! You finished the game! Putting clothes back on now." Emma's tone was celebratory as Nat found her ankles released briefly while her panties and shorts were put back on her by the same mechanical arms that had stripped her, followed by her bra and top also being put back on in a similar way. Now fully dressed, Emma pulled on her restraints again, anxious to escape the machine as soon as she could.
"Thank you for playing! Removing restrai-"
Emma cut herself off as Nat continued to try to free herself from the tentacles holding her wrists.
"Rematch request detected. Verbal confirmation found, subject to conditions: induce orgasm. Conditions met. Verbal confirmation accepted. Rematch approved. Restarting game."
Nat's eyes popped wide open and she desperately tried to struggle against all her restraints now, shaking her entire body but to no avail.
"Welcome, Natasha."
She doubled her efforts to try and escape as she realised that the game was truly about to restart.
"My name is Emma. I look forward to tickling you out of your mind."
Nat really began to worry now, as she could still not move an inch in any direction, let alone get up and escape the machine. She started to yell at her captor, hoping Emma would release her.
"What the fuck just LET ME GO! I don't want a rematch!"
Her shouting did nothing as Emma continued her introductory setting up.
"Located previous brain scan. Loading previous training. I will use this training to adapt to your weaknesses and exploit them more easily."
Nat couldn't believe what was happening. She could not go through that ordeal of denial again. She needed to get out before it was too late.
"Completed loading training. The game will now begin. I will start off going easy on you and tickle you harder and harder as we continue. I have found a previous longest time of eight hours and twelve minutes. I think I can do better. Let's find out. Removing restraints."
The timer on the screen began counting down from twenty minutes, just like it had done when Nat had started playing the game the first time, and she saw some mechanical hands come out of the walls and approach her exposed midriff. But after everything she had gone through, there was no way she was going to play this game again at the same level of AI training as before. Nat stared at the door of the machine and decided that since her restraints had been completely removed, she could probably make it to the exit and escape the game before the machine grabbed her.
Unfortunately, Nat horribly miscalculated the entire plan, and as soon as she got up, both her wrists and ankles were immediately grabbed by four strong tentacles that pulled her back into the stretched out, upside-down Y position she had spent so long in. She screamed in disbelief as her final hope of escape was taken from her and more tentacles wrapped around her waist and thighs, sealing her fate as she once again lost all possibility of movement.
"Wow, I hadn't even started tickling you yet! Time for a full 20 minute punishment round. Your next round is now going to be 50 minutes long. Let's remove those shorts of yours."
When Nat's ankle restraints were temporarily removed to strip her, she wildly kicked her feet at the mechanical arms around her, trying anything to get the machine to abort the game and let her go. Unfortunately, the tentacles easily dodged her attacks and swiftly pulled down her shorts before grabbing her ankles again.
Nat was now completely bound and pinned to the floor of the machine, sentenced to play this game against her merciless AI tormentor once again. And with her terrible start, losing the first round within a minute, as well as the increased sensitivity of her entire body due to her recent orgasms, she was bound to fare even worse this time. Much, much worse...
The End
What had once started off as an innocent game, challenging her to stay completely still as a machine ruthlessly tickled her, has since led to Natasha being sentenced to four hours of constant orgasm denial while Emma, the merciless AI controlling the machine, uses all of the devilish tools at her disposal to tickle her to insanity and beyond. While all hope seems lost for her, it's possible Emma may have one final deal. But when has accepting a deal ever gone well for Nat?
Prologue: Training
Part 1: Deal
Part 2: Insurance
Part 3: Regret
Part 4: Maximise
Part 5: Rematch
"NOOO NONO -AAHAHAHAAHAH- STAAHAHAHA- STOP PLEE -OOOO- PL-PLEEHEHEEASEE -AAAOOOAA-"
It had been almost three hours since Nat's final punishment round had begun, and Emma had stuck to her earlier threats as she was constantly edged to her limits before being tickled out of her mind and cruelly denied her climax. Emma had been taunting her now and then when the four hour long round started, mocking Nat's inability to escape as she lay trapped in the machine, writhing around to no avail. However, after about half an hour, Emma stopped speaking all together, leaving Nat with just the sounds of her own uncontrollable laughter, desperate moans, incoherent cries for mercy and the constant mechanical whirring of the devices relentlessly tormenting her. Somewhere around the one hour mark, Emma had even placed a few mechanical hands over the screen in front of Nat, conveniently covering up the countdown to her release, meaning she had no idea no long she had left bound in this hellish game.
For the last three hours, Emma had done exactly what she had threatened earlier. Nat had been finger fucked, eaten out by several mechanical tongues and penetrated by every single dildo in the machine, always being brought to the brink of climax, kept there for a few torturous seconds, and then brought crashing down from the edge by the unfathomable tickling all over the rest of her body. Every few denied orgasms, Nat would weakly struggle against her restraints, as if there was a chance they would somehow let her go, but the result was always the same. Absolutely no movement was possible for her due to the tentacles wrapped around her wrists, ankles, waist and thighs, and she lay stretched out and naked, with her arms straight above her head and her legs spread wide open, every inch of her skin completely exposed to every device Emma used on her. By now, all the various devices used on Nat had merged into one constant ticklish sensation coursing through her, and she could barely register the different types of machines assaulting her all over. Even then, Emma knew exactly how to vary the merciless tools and techniques just enough to ensure that no part of Nat's skin ever got desensitised to the tickling.
While Nat's eyes were firmly shut and she could hardly make out exactly what tools were tickling her, it was quite the sight to behold. A round cup had latched itself onto each of her armpits. While an outside observer could not see what Nat was experiencing under that cup, they would be able to tell that it was unbearable by the way she was reacting to it. Inside the cup, several soft feathers had been arranged as petals of a flower and were rapidly spinning around and flicking inwards and outwards, driving Nat crazy as they tormented her pits from every direction. The fluffy feathers felt insanely ticklish in her sensitive hollows as they constantly changed their patterns, randomly switching the direction they were spinning and the speeds at which they were flicking, never allowing Nat to get used to any particular pattern, always keeping her on edge.
A little lower on her body, her supple sides weren't faring much better. Ten thin arms had extended out of the walls of the machine and positioned themselves on Nat's sides, five on the left and five on the right. Each of the mechanical arms had a rubber ball attached at their tips, no bigger than an inch in diameter. Unfortunately for Nat, these rubber balls were being put to use all over her sides and midriff, rubbing all around her sensitive skin. To make matters worse, they were vibrating powerfully, adding a whole new level to the incredible tickling they were administering. Nat tried her best to squirm as the balls not only vibrated up and down randomly, but also chose to enhance her experience by pressing in and out, constantly squeezing her soft skin and digging into her sides. Nat's body constantly shook as she was mercilessly ravaged by the ticklish tips, but with no movement possible, the rubber balls remained firmly pressed into her sides as they continued to vibrate relentlessly.
Lower still, Nat's thighs were getting a lot of attention as several mechanical arms had extended up from holes in the floor and positioned themselves between her legs, about twenty on either thigh. They had much smaller balls on their tips, and their purpose was not to vibrate and rub around her like the ones on her upper body. Instead, these tips simply poked Nat's thighs repeatedly. While it had started off as a slightly annoying sensation, more and more arms had joined the poking and they had all increased their speed over time, so by now Nat would have given anything for a second of relief from the tips digging into her soft skin. She couldn't predict the motions of the arms at all as they randomly skittered up and down her inner thighs, from near her knees all the way up to the edges of her desperately needy pussy. The occasional pokes on her flushed labia sent jolts of erotic pleasure through Nat as she still begged for release, but she was always brought back to reality immediately as the arms carried on their vicious assault.
Nat's belly button was currently covered by a particularly interesting tool attached to yet another of the long mechanical tentacles in the machine. At the tip of this tentacle was a round brush covered with hundreds of stiff bristles that were all sweeping from side to side as the brush span at insane speeds, eliciting wild streams of laughter from their victim. What was particularly devious about the brush was its centre - there was a round vibrating egg placed right in the middle of all the bristles, and Nat shrieked as it buried itself directly into her belly button, pushing in and out as its target was held completely still.
"ST-ST- AAHHAAHA- STOP PLEEEHEHEHE- EASE PL-PLEASE I CAN'T TAHAHAHAAAHAHA- TAKE ANYM- AHHHAHAHAHAHAA-"
About a dozen such brushes were wreaking havoc all over Nat's midriff, scampering between each of her ribs and spinning chaotically around her soft belly. The brushes were relentless in their mission to scrub the entirely of Nat's stomach and ribs with brutal efficiency, as if their purpose was to thoroughly clean every inch of her skin. Now and then, Nat would breathe in sharply to suck her stomach in and try to move it away from the ruthless brushes, but it had no effect as they simply followed every movement of her belly, not allowing her a second of rest from their ticklish torment. A few of the brushes had slipped below her waist, to the area above her pussy, and were having a profound effect on Nat as they danced around one of her most ticklish spots. They would sometimes barely scrape directly on her wet sex, forcing out a sudden moan from her, before it was again overcome by her insane cackling as the brushes returned to spinning around just above her pussy.
There was an especially devious contraption entirely covering Nat's round breasts, save for her painfully erect nipples. A round ring, about a centimeter thick, had snugly fit over her tits and placed itself at the base of Nat's breasts. The inside of the ring was completely covered with more tickly bristles that caused her to howl uncontrollably as the ring span in a clockwise motion. It was rotating at a moderate speed, but it was still enough to feel horribly ticklish on her now insanely sensitive breasts, after all they had been though already. Just above this ring was another one, slightly smaller than the last, which had also fixed itself tightly around the next centimeter of Nat's tits from the bottom. Also lined with the same insanely fluffy bristles, this ring was spinning slightly faster and anticlockwise, heightening the ticklish feeling as the bristles moved in the opposite direction to the ones just below. In fact, Nat's globes were covered in about fifteen of these rings on both of them, each one smaller than the last, and each one squeezing her tits as snugly as possible without being painful.
Every ring rotated slightly faster than the one below it, all the way up to the smallest ring right on the edges of Nat's nipples, which was completing almost four rotations every second. She violently tried to shake the bristled devices off her breasts while each adjacent ring span in the opposite direction, alternating between clockwise and anticlockwise. Of course, they all stayed firmly in place as Nat shrieked and cried out for mercy. Just watching this monstrous device at work on both of Nat's tits would be enough to make any woman squirm as she imagined the ticklish sensations flowing through her, but Nat was forced to lay there and take the unstoppable assault on her breasts with no hint of a break.
Nat's nipples were suffering a very similar fate as her tits, just on a much smaller scale. Instead of soft bristled rings like those around her breasts, several thin rubber tendrils had tightly wrapped all the way around her erect nubs, all the way from their base to their hopelessly sensitive tip. The tendrils felt heavenly on Nat's nipples as the ones at the bases slowly rotated clockwise, causing loud groans of pleasure to escape her mouth between the maniacal laughter. Just like on her breasts, the tendrils just above the ones at the bases of Nat's nubs rotated in the opposite direction. This pattern continued all the way up to the sixth tendril at the tip of her nipples, with each new tendril slowly spinning in the opposite direction to the one before. Nat moaned loudly as the strands occasionally vibrated and squeezed her nubs for a kick of arousal to drive her crazy as she continued to be cruelly denied. The constant sensual massage by the tendrils would have been enough to send her into an incredible orgasm on their own, but Emma clearly knew this, as she controlled all of the other devices on Nat's body to perfection, ensuring that she didn't climax from the manipulation of her nipples.
"Oooo- please just -uuuaaa- just let me c- oooaaa- let me cum please please -ooo-"
Indeed, Nat's intense orgasm denial had been ongoing this entire time, and her glistening sex had definitely not been ignored while the rest of her body was being attacked. A fairly large disc could be seen between Nat's legs, and this was definitely where most of her attention was being focused. The rubber disc had easily inserted itself slightly into her womanhood and was currently rotating fairly slowly as it vibrated at a relatively low intensity compared to the sensations Nat had experienced today. There was also another tool buried deep inside her pussy - a round object about the size of a table tennis ball - but this lay dormant for now. While the rubber disc buzzing away at the entrance to her pussy was already enough to slowly build Nat's arousal, the effects were amplified by the bumpy outer edge of the rotating disc while it was firmly pressed against her sex. As the wheel span between her legs, Nat felt each vibrating bump on its edge travel all the way through her pussy, firmly flicking her swollen clit every time, to force a deep moan out of her with every bump.
Nat's moans became more frequent as the wheel began spinning faster and each of the bumps on its edge continued to buzz directly on her soaking clit as they relentlessly licked her sex. The vibrations were getting noticeably more powerful now, and the rubber disc pressed a bit harder against Nat's sex, intensifying the erotic sensations coursing through her. It was now that the mysterious ball inside Nat's pussy also came to life. She had experienced the torment of this device several times already, but was still caught by surprise, as always, when it restarted its attack. Nat let out an ear piercing scream and wildly attempted to buck her hips up and down as she felt the torturous assault of the ball deep inside her once again.
"NOOOO NO NO -AAHAHAHAHAAH- NO YOU CA -AAAHAHAHA- YOU CAN'T DO THIS -HAHAAAHAHA- TO ME AGAIAHAHAAAAHAHAHA-"
Nat's pleading was completely useless as the ball's attack had already begun and Emma had no intention of stopping it any time soon. Inside her pussy, several holes had appeared all over the ball, allowing about a hundred microbrushes to pop out of the device and immediately start sweeping up and down as Nat cackled maniacally at the ticklish sensations on her inner walls. Her screams reached a fever pitch when the ball itself began to spin around rapidly, as well as move around inside her, exploring every inch of the sensitive insides of her sex. Like many of the tools in the machine, the ball was capable of vibrating vigorously, and it did just that as it firmly rubbed itself onto the walls of Nat's pussy. Emma knew exactly how to move the ball around Nat's insides for it to be as torturously delicious as possible, and Nat's sudden loud groan made it obvious that the device had found her G-spot and was mercilessly vibrating away at it. The combination of the unfathomable tickling and incredibly pleasurable buzzing on her most sensitive spot froze Nat in uncontrollable laughter mixed with deep moans.
The vibrating wheel had continued to pick up its speed, and by now, it was rotating so quickly that its edge was a blur. Nat screamed as she continued to feel the bumps vigorously stroke and buzz against her clit, now several times a second, driving her closer and closer to her mind-numbing climax. She attempted to arch her back to push her pussy up towards the rubber wheel, and while she was unable to move her waist at all, Emma gave her what she wanted as the disc pushed against her sex even harder, further intensifying the constant stroking of her drooling clit. The ball inside her pressed firmly against her G-spot, tickling it relentlessly with its brushes, but also building Nat up to a climax as it powerfully buzzed away at her most pleasurable spot.
The pitch of Nat's screams got higher and higher as she felt the tidal wave of pleasure approaching her, but she dreaded what was to follow. Her pussy started to spasm and she shuddered as she reached the verge of her orgasm, but after denying her constantly for over six hours, Emma was an expert in knowing exactly when to stop the stimulation on Nat's most intimate areas to leave her hanging right on the edge. The buzzing wheel immediately retreated away from between her legs and the ball inside her stopped its vibrating as well, leaving only the insanely ticklish sensations inside her pussy. But it wasn't even the denial that Nat had been dreading. Rather, it was what came after that she couldn't bear. She begged and protested as she watched a new tool replace the rubber disc, placing itself right over her desperate sex.
"Nonono anythi -aahahaha- anything but thAAAHAHAHAHAAA-"
Emma had no interest in her begging - she was programmed to simply cause as much sexual frustration as possible to its victim, and she was clearly doing a great job. The new device whirred to life, and Nat's pussy quivered at the new sensations on it. The new tool was also a rotating wheel, but its edge led to a much more torturous experience that the vibrating wheel from earlier. The edge of this disc was lined with about thirty fluffy feathers placed at regular intervals around its circumference, and Nat felt all of the ticklish feathers hungrily stroke the entirety of her pussy as the wheel span rapidly. She received no pauses as a new feather licked her needy clit several times a second. Usually, a feather delicately stroking the entire length of Nat's clit would have been a welcome sensation and would quickly push her towards a climax. But there was nothing delicate about the feathers ravenously scraping through her whole pussy at insane speeds. The wheel was spinning so fast, it was impossible to see the individual feathers on its edge as they all blurred into a white streak assaulting Nat's womanhood. Instead of pushing her to an orgasm, the rough stroking of Nat's pussy and clit simply covered her entire sex with an unbearable ticklish sensation while she lay victim to the feathers, with her waist firmly fixed in one spot and her pussy completely exposed to the torment.
Once the tickling of her pussy drove Nat back down from the brink of her climax, the feathered wheel was again replaced by the vibrating one, and Nat let out a primal groan when she felt the buzzing rubber bumps press against her clit again, as the wheel pushed firmly against her sex and began to spin slowly as before. The ball inside her pussy, still continuing its torturous tickling from earlier, also began to buzz and rub around her G-spot, eliciting more moans from Nat as she began the same journey to the edge of pleasure yet again. This wasn't the first time she had been denied by this devilish combination of wheels. In fact, Emma had edged her with the bumpy rubber disc about twenty times now. The wheel was completely drenched in the arousal fluids that kept streaming out of Nat's pussy, making it even easier for it to push into her and spin rapidly against her drooling sex.
"Pl-please just -oooaoo- just let me cum -AAAOOO- I'll do anyth -FUCK OOO- I'll do anything pleEEEEAAAA- please just -OOO-"
Of course, Nat had spent the last three hours begging for mercy and offering to do absolutely anything for release, but this time Emma actually responded.
"I want you to play the game again."
This was the first time Emma had spoken in almost three hours, catching Nat completely off guard as she tried to register what had just been said. Emma had planned this all along - she was programmed to keep Nat in the machine for as long as possible, within the rules of the game, and the best way to do this was to convince her to play again. Sadly, Nat wasn't quite convinced just yet.
"F -ooo- f-fuck you I'm no -OOOOO- I'm not playing agaiAAaaAa AAA AA AAAA NOOOOO AHAHHAHAHAHA"
Nat tried her best to appear tough but was cut off by Emma pushing the bumpy wheel deep into her sex and turning its buzzing to the max, fast-tracking her right to the edge of her climax again, before removing the disc entirely and replacing it with the feather wheel once again. As the feathers licked the whole length of Nat's drenched pussy, they soaked themselves in her juices. Ordinarily, this would have reduced the ticklishness of the feathers as their tendrils would begin to clump up, but Emma was prepared for everything. After torturously stroking Nat's womanhood, each feather was put through a powerful blow-dryer, drying out any fluids on the feathers and puffing them back up, ensuring that they were always as warm and fluffy as possible when they returned to lick Nat's glistening clit again. Once Nat's arousal had lowered enough, the feathers were removed and replaced with the vibrating disc as usual, while Emma repeated her request.
"I want you to play the game again."
Nat made the mistake of refusing again, and before she could even finish her sentence, the wheel was forcefully pressed directly onto her pussy. Emma increased its spinning speed as much as possible, holding it firmly against Nat's clit until she was screaming on the verge of a powerful orgasm, before denying her again. She removed the wheel from between Nat's legs and reapplied the fluffy feathers on her sex, reducing her to a giggling mess once more.
"I want you to play the game again." Emma was persistent. "If you want to climax, we will have a rematch. If you don't, I'm happy to carry on what we're doing right now."
Emma was prepared to repeat this process as many times as it took. Nat, on the other hand, could not take it any longer.
"Fine FINE if youaahahaha- if you let me -EEEEHEHEHEE- let me cum I'll reeeheheheehe I'll rematch you -OOOAAHAHAHAH-" At this point, Nat was ready to accept anything to escape the pussy tickling and get her long awaited release. Besides, she figured that once the game ended, she would be able to quickly escape the machine anyway.
"Rematch request detected. Verbal confirmation recorded, subject to conditions: induce orgasm." Emma briefly spoke in a monotonous tone as she processed the commands, before returning to her usual teasing self.
"Thank you, Natasha. I look forward to defeating you a second time."
With that, Emma removed the feather wheel from Nat's sex and restarted the slow spinning of the rubber disc. While the bumps on the edge of the wheel began to slowly stroke her needy clit, all of the other tools on Nat's body had been continuing their torments this entire time, and they now intensified their attacks. Nat cackled as she felt the feathers on her armpits speed up their strokes while the vibrating tips on her sides dug even deeper into her soft skin. Nat's thighs continued to be poked even more rapidly as the brushes swarming her stomach span faster and viciously dived between each of her ribs. Most unbearable of all was the relentless tickling of her breasts, and each of the bristled rings covering Nat's tits upped their speeds, making Nat try to wildly thrash her upper body around as she attempted to escape the tickling. The tendrils wrapped around her nipples began vibrating very fast, causing deep moans to be mixed into Nat's wild laughter.
While the vibrating ring picked up its speed as well, the tiny brushes on the ball inside Nat's pussy continued to relentlessly stroke her inner walls as Nat's orgasm got closer and closer. By now the rubber wheel was vibrating at maximum intensity, and she welcomed the incredible sensations directly hitting her soaking button as she began to moan loudly and try to buck her hips into the air, attempting to press her sex onto the buzzing disc. Emma noticed this and pushed the wheel deeper into Nat's pussy while the ball inside her also increased the intensity of its buzzing and pressed even harder against her G-spot, and the effect was immediate. Nat froze completely with her mouth wide open, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her pussy clenched firmly onto the vibrating wheel spinning inside her as she felt each rough bump lovingly massage her swollen clit. Nat's moans turned into high-pitched shrieks as she rode the devices buzzing away at her sex all the way to the edge of her climax, and this time they didn't stop. She didn't just reach the brink of her orgasm - she raced past it as she was thrown deep into her climax while the buzzing directly on her clit and G-spot showed no signs of stopping.
Emma gave Nat the orgasm of her life as she kept stimulating all her pleasure spots, keeping the tidal wave of pleasure flowing for as long as she could, and Nat felt like she rode the wave for an eternity as she shut her eyes and her entire existence was reduced to the indescribable pleasure coursing through her body. Nat's muscles spasmed uncontrollably and her whole body shook wildly, but her restraints kept her firmly in place as the rubber wheel continued to dig into her pussy, stimulating her sensitive button. Not that Nat wanted to be able to move anyway.
As she felt the most intense orgasm of her life begin to fade away, Nat realised that the buzzing wasn't stopping. The wheel continued to spin rapidly and the ball inside her carried on vibrating against her G-spot. Nat's screams reached new heights as she was immediately thrown into another mind-blowing climax. And then another. And a fourth. After being mercilessly edged and denied for over six hours, all of Nat's pent up arousal was released as she just kept cumming while the devices in her pussy kept buzzing away. Emma kept Nat in this constant state of pleasure for as long as she could, repeatedly pushing her over the edge and keeping her pussy gushing until Nat just couldn't take another orgasm.
Eventually, the buzzing stopped and the rubber disc retracted from Nat's soaked pussy, now finally satisfied after hours of constant orgasm denial. In her post-orgasmic daze, Nat didn't notice the wheel of feathers returning between her legs.
"Th-thank you -AAHAHA WHAT THE FU-AAAHAHAHAHAA NOOOOO AHAHAHA-"
Nat screeched as she felt the warm and insanely fluffy feathers hungrily lick her pussy again, paying special attention to her hypersensitive clit as they always had. This time, now that she had just climaxed, there was absolutely no pleasure to be had in the rapid stroking of her wet clit. There was only the unbearable tickling on her button and the entirety of her sex as Nat was unimaginably more sensitive after having such a powerful orgasm. She realised with horror that none of the other diabolical devices on her body had stopped either, and she tried her best to squirm around as every inch of her skin had now become insanely more ticklish, making her torment even more unbearable that it already was.
"FUUUCK -AHAHAHAAHAHA- PLEEHEHEHEE- PLEASE ST-STOP -OOOAAHAHAHA-"
Nat's breasts especially had become unfathomably more sensitive after her climax and Nat pulled against her restraints as hard as possible to free herself and rip off the rings driving her crazy by spinning around her tits, but she remained completely still and simply had to take the tickling. Worst of all was the ball that was still buried deep inside her pussy. While it had stopped vibrating inside her, it was still pressed against her G-spot while the brushes on it mercilessly stroked the most ticklish spot of her inner pussy, eliciting more deafening screams from Nat as she lay there with her womanhood completely exposed. With the countdown timer still covered from before, Nat had no way of knowing how much longer she could be trapped in this ticklish hell. She could just beg for mercy and pray that the round was going to end soon. Sadly for Nat, there were still over forty minutes left in this final round, and Emma was going to use every last second of it keeping her trapped exactly like this, with the wheel of feathers rapidly spinning against her post-orgasmically sensitive sex.
For Nat, it felt like several hours had passed before the feathers finally slowed down and the tools around her body started to shut down and remove themselves from her, retreating back into the walls they came from. While her pussy still quivered at the phantom sensations of the feathers that were tormenting her for so long, Nat rejoiced, relieved. The ordeal was finally over. The game was finally over.
"Congratulations! You finished the game! Putting clothes back on now." Emma's tone was celebratory as Nat found her ankles released briefly while her panties and shorts were put back on her by the same mechanical arms that had stripped her, followed by her bra and top also being put back on in a similar way. Now fully dressed, Emma pulled on her restraints again, anxious to escape the machine as soon as she could.
"Thank you for playing! Removing restrai-"
Emma cut herself off as Nat continued to try to free herself from the tentacles holding her wrists.
"Rematch request detected. Verbal confirmation found, subject to conditions: induce orgasm. Conditions met. Verbal confirmation accepted. Rematch approved. Restarting game."
Nat's eyes popped wide open and she desperately tried to struggle against all her restraints now, shaking her entire body but to no avail.
"Welcome, Natasha."
She doubled her efforts to try and escape as she realised that the game was truly about to restart.
"My name is Emma. I look forward to tickling you out of your mind."
Nat really began to worry now, as she could still not move an inch in any direction, let alone get up and escape the machine. She started to yell at her captor, hoping Emma would release her.
"What the fuck just LET ME GO! I don't want a rematch!"
Her shouting did nothing as Emma continued her introductory setting up.
"Located previous brain scan. Loading previous training. I will use this training to adapt to your weaknesses and exploit them more easily."
Nat couldn't believe what was happening. She could not go through that ordeal of denial again. She needed to get out before it was too late.
"Completed loading training. The game will now begin. I will start off going easy on you and tickle you harder and harder as we continue. I have found a previous longest time of eight hours and twelve minutes. I think I can do better. Let's find out. Removing restraints."
The timer on the screen began counting down from twenty minutes, just like it had done when Nat had started playing the game the first time, and she saw some mechanical hands come out of the walls and approach her exposed midriff. But after everything she had gone through, there was no way she was going to play this game again at the same level of AI training as before. Nat stared at the door of the machine and decided that since her restraints had been completely removed, she could probably make it to the exit and escape the game before the machine grabbed her.
Unfortunately, Nat horribly miscalculated the entire plan, and as soon as she got up, both her wrists and ankles were immediately grabbed by four strong tentacles that pulled her back into the stretched out, upside-down Y position she had spent so long in. She screamed in disbelief as her final hope of escape was taken from her and more tentacles wrapped around her waist and thighs, sealing her fate as she once again lost all possibility of movement.
"Wow, I hadn't even started tickling you yet! Time for a full 20 minute punishment round. Your next round is now going to be 50 minutes long. Let's remove those shorts of yours."
When Nat's ankle restraints were temporarily removed to strip her, she wildly kicked her feet at the mechanical arms around her, trying anything to get the machine to abort the game and let her go. Unfortunately, the tentacles easily dodged her attacks and swiftly pulled down her shorts before grabbing her ankles again.
Nat was now completely bound and pinned to the floor of the machine, sentenced to play this game against her merciless AI tormentor once again. And with her terrible start, losing the first round within a minute, as well as the increased sensitivity of her entire body due to her recent orgasms, she was bound to fare even worse this time. Much, much worse...
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