PinkFizz
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I've always liked the idea of a tickle machine, even if the reasons for it existing in a story are totally bonkers. I tried to go for a more scientific reason for tickling in this story but it probably will end up sounding silly anyway.
Any-ways enjoy.
- A New Energy Source -
"Hurry up 114. They are waiting."
The call echoed from the dull shower walls, until only the sound of drippin water could be heard.
Maria knew she couldn't stall for much longer. She slowly finished drying her long chestnut lockes with a tussle of her towel before making her way to the end of the shower room. Water glistened from her small frame as she walked. Upright but nervous she stepped out from the doorway to meet her punishment. She encountered one of the guards, his face obscured by his mask.
"Put this on."
The guard jabbed a clenched fist at her towel covered chest, an unusual outfit scrunched inside.
Maria bashfully took the outfit from him with one outstretched arm, her other trying to preserve her modesty as it clasped her towel.
"I won't say it again 114. Put. It. On."
Maria knew better than to question one of the guards. As humiliating as it was, she had no choice. With a wimpering sigh she reluctantly let go of her towel, the makeshift garb falling to a crumpled heap around her feet. Her new attire looked like a crimson leotard, it's thin rubbery exterior perfectly covering her feminine figure from head to ankle with the exception of her midriff (a large circular hole) and arms (left bare round the armpit). But after putting it on Maria stared curiously at the small strange nodes dotted on various parts of her body.
"This way 114."
As she paced barefoot behind the guard through the plain tiled wards, a sense of impending dread began to trickle into Maria's mind. No other inmate had told her about this part of their punishment. Usually inmates would be send straight to the confinement quarters where they would be locked away in claustrophobic inducing conditions, usually kicking and screaming before being forcefully dragged in by the guards. Nobody mentioned showering, or wearing a strange suit, or being escorted through the higher wards of the facility.
*Patter* *Patter* *Patter* The sound of her bare feet upon the shiney tiles was the only sound Maria could hear now that the guard stopped eruptly infront of a door she never had seen before. Large bold text printed across the door read 'Testing Area'. The door alone caused her to fidget uncomfortably. The guard approached the nearby security panel and placed his hand onto it, grid like lights flashed briefly over his hand before a small chime was heard.
"Badge number 420. Access granted."
Inside was a dark room with a large glass window across one side of the wall. Computer terminals, monitors and all kinds of blinking lights were spaced across the area. A handful of men and women in white lab coats were operating the terminals. As Maria was trying to make sense of the room the door behind her slid shut, darkening the room further. Only the light behind the viewing glass could be seem, illuminating a small room inside. Maria couldn't contain her curiosity. She sauntered over to the glass peering down into the bright room below. What she saw could only be described as some sort of restraining device, a flat raised platform
was in the centre of the room with wide metal restraints placed in an obvious x-pattern. Several monitors and flashing diodes aligned the edge of the platform but for what purpose she could not say.
"I bet you're wondering what it does, are you not?"
Maria was caught unaware, jolting upwards in surprise. The calm female voice came from one of the women in the lab coats from before, her raven hair in a tidy ponytail, her hands briefly resting on her square rimmed glasses as she inspected Maria. "My apologies. I failed to introduce myself. I'm Dr. Lauriston." The doctor gave a small smirk as she eyed Maria up and down as if she knew some dirty secret Maria was unaware of. "You must be inmate 114. We've heard all about you. Although I was expecting somebody of your crimes to be a little more... Experienced."
Maria shuffled uncomfortably in her place, all to aware of the crimes the Dr was referring to. Jewel theft, money laundering and exploitation were the crimes she had done in the past as part of a small group. She always played the unassuming honey trap, the lure, the distraction and she was good at it too. But it didn't last forever as her group overstepped their boundaries on their last escapade. And now she was paying the price.
"I get that a lot. Why am I here?"
Maria was direct. She knew she was to be punished since her assault on her prison guard didn't go down too well.
"Hmm. If you must know you are to be part of an experiment. A revolutionary experiment... If all goes well that is."
The Dr's face didn't give anything away.
"So I'm your guinea pig?"
"In a matter of speaking... Yes."
The feeling stung. Confinement was starting to look like a much more pleasing punishment that what Dr Lauriston was offering. The Dr smiled, Maria's unease was clearly showing.
"It looks like I've put you off. I wouldn't worry. You will experience no pain."
Dr Lauriston's words didn't seem to reassure Maria. After their brief exchange a few guards escorted her inside the room on the lower level. The room was fairly small, the only thing standing out was the large raised platform Maria noticed before. Apart from the restraints the platform almost looked like an operating table, a heart rate monitor along with other medical like devices engraved the sides, a steady light above focusing directly onto the platform.
"I-I don't know about this. Can't you use someone else for this?"
A sense of trepidation hanged over Maria. She froze in her place.
The guards firmly grasp Maria's slight wrists, marching her over to the device. She tried to resist, hanging her legs to the ground in an attempt to make things difficult for the guards which only lead to her being lifted. They firmly laid her flat and spread, locking her hands and ankles securely into square bolt restraints as if she was stapled to the platform. The guards then took their leave, leaving Maria stretched and unprotected save for her rubber suit. She looked directly ahead at the one-way mirror feeling like a frog for dissection.
"Can you hear me 114?"
Dr Lauriston's voice echoed across the room via a small speaker above the one-way mirror.
"Um-erm yes. I can hear you..."
Maria mumbled, her limbs trying not to shake.
"I want you to move your hands and feet around. As much as you can 114 please."
Maria complied, more so to try and alleviate her nerves more than anything. As much as her wrists and ankles tried to twist in their restraints she could not move. Soft padding in the restraints made the motions possible without being uncomfortable.
"W-what are you going to do to me?"
"That suit you have been made to wear. It isn't just a fashion accessory. It was made to absorb energy"
"Energy?"
Maria gave her suit a quick glance, confused.
"Yes. Energy. All types of energy. Heat energy. Kinetic energy. Even the energy from the your sweat. In other words, it's like a sponge."
"So-so why do I have to be like this?"
"We need to test the limits of this suit 114. And you are going to be the one that will test them. Now hold on, I'm going to start the procedure."
Maria was left fearful, perplexed at the Dr's intentions of this experiment. She bit her lip in anticipation.
"Mechanisms operational. Body temperature sensors online. Skin conductance sensors online. Heart rate at 95 bpm."
Maria's eyes darted left and right, filled with uncertainty and fear as she watched the once dull metal surfaces around her suddenly come alive with bright blue lights. The tiny flickering sound of computer sensors began to come from every direction it seemed, the empty nodes of her suit now brimming with an eeire red glow.
"Just relax. The sequence will begin shortly, I advise that you refrain struggling too much as we still have a few... Kinks to work out..."
Maria was far from relaxed. As the device activated she heard faint whirring noises that seemed to be coming from underneath her. Soft clanks of metal upon metal churned from the unknown, feeding Maria's already anxious mind with more demons. Panels from either side of her head opened with a small *click* where the sounds seemed to be emanating from.
"I-I don't like those sounds! Are you sure this thing isn't going to hurt me?!"
Maria's voice was loud but stuttered from nerves, her face a mixture of confusion and terror.
"It won't hurt at all. All you need to do is try and relax... Let's begin with phase 1"
As Dr. Lauriston's voice faded, the metal churning became slightly louder. Several silver arms slinked from the darkness, slithering through the air approaching Maria from either side of her exposed figure. Maria twitched her head left and right in a fit of panic, her eyes fixed on the peculiar heads of the steel tentacles. They were hands of some sort, but she had never seen a hand move in such a bizarrely flexible way. The digits were numerous and unnerving in motion, shiney fingers that seemed to have a mind of their own. Maria's panic was renewed, the sight of the twitching arms slinking their way up either side of her head imbued her face with dread.
"What are these things? W-wait what's going on-"
Before she could finish Maria gave a sharp loud gasp, as if suddenly something had given her an electric shock. The fingers starting burrowing into Maria's armpits, gently twisting, circling and stroking her fleshy hollows with a stoic rhythm. Maria couldn't contain her surprise. Her back arched as far as her restraints allowed
from this sudden unexpected tickling sensation.
"Ahaha-wa-wha-what is this thi-ohohgod-ohhahaha!"
Laughter interrupted whatever complaints Maria was shouting, her face a picture of befuddled amusement as the silver hands continuing their tickling assault on her underarms. The fingers stroked with unusual efficiency, almost as if they were trying to drain as much laughter as they could from their prey. Digs into the armpits changed to swirls, gentle skittering fingers along the bottom of her arms turned to firm squeezes as Maria erupted new pitches of laughter with each switch in motion.
The tickling frenzy of Maria's armpits seemed to set the rest of her body into unease, her muscles tightened where they could, her fingers and toes clenched and her head shifted from side to side.
"Oh my... I didn't expect for you to react like this in phase 1. Our skin conductance readings are much higher than expected. You really are a ticklish little thing aren't you?" Dr. Lauriston's voice seemed upbeat, her new research toy was demonstrating some interesting potential. "I'm hoping you'll provide a high output for us 114. Here, this should encourage you to perform for us."
Maria was too busy laughing to pay much attention to the Dr's voice but she knew from her tone that there was more punishment to come.
"S-stohohop! Ple-ahah! AHAAHAH! STOAHAHAP!"
Maria's plight was drowned out from her own mirth, the hands not faltering in their ticklish attack on her underarms. A familiar churning sound could be heard again, several *clicks* opened up more panels but this time they were situated at Maria's feet. A multitude of the same robotic hands traced eerie patterns in the air before slowly making their way to Maria's feet. Maria wasn't aware of their presence until a couple of the hands decided to tug at her toes.
"No-no-nohohahAHA! W-wait! WahaHA-WAIT!"
Immune to Maria's pleas, the hands began to unfold her clenched toes with delicate strength. As much as she tried Maria could not shake them off, her toes lightly tipped backwards but unmoving in the grasp of several silver fingers. The balls of her pale feet now completely exposed, new metal digits started to scribble all across them.
"NOOHOHOHOHAHA! NAWHAHAHA! Not-NOHAW! HAHAHAHA!"
Maria's shifted from hearty giggles to full blown frenzied laughter. Her body reacted with new-found desperation at the sensation of her feet being mercilessly tickled,
contorting and twisting as much as the restraints allowed her to. The hands were ever continuous with their tickling, gentle spidering strokes that seemed to hit all the right spots with just the right amount of contact on Maria's poor defenceless soles.
"Hmm-hmm. Very interesting. With just a small amount of stimulation on your feet you are performing quite amiably. You were definitely the right choice for this experiment it seems. Hmm-hmm."
The screens beside Maria's tortured frame became alive with flashes and blinks, clearly reacting to her sensual suffering. Graphs and gauges rising and falling, measuring everything there was to measure from their distraught captive. The nodes on her suit were glowing fiercely like miniature sirens. Maria could barely pay them any attention as it was lost on the maddening sensations firing from her feet and underarms. She somewhat expected the arms to tire, to slow down or pause to give her some desperate relief from her ticklish ordeal, but it never came. The consistency of the finger's strokes never changed. Tirelessly they soflty explored every inch of Maria's fluttering feet, scratching at the gaps in-between each individual toe, caressing the baubles of her heels with a loving intensity that never stopped.
Her underarms were beginning to become slick with perspiration, the silver fingers adjusting their motions to firmly slide in circular motions into her underarms rather than squeeze. Round and round they went almost drilling into the moist spaces of her underarms, each twist of motion bringing sudden bursts of laughter. It was starting to get too much for Maria to bear. Her face resembled a freshly washed tomato as tears and sweat peppered her now pink skin, her lush brown hair now a ruffled mess from all the swaying with a few quiffs of hair sticking to her forehead.
"STOOOHOHAHAHAHAHAP! *cough* STOHO-HAHAP! PLEA-AHAHA-PLEEHEHEHEHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!"
Maria seemed a broken woman, her laughter broken by coughing pleas of mercy.
"Oh dear, you seem to be overheating 114. Your pulse and skin conduction is nearing the red. If we'd had known your sensitivity to tickling was this adverse we might have slowed down a tad." Dr Lauriston's voice was almost mocking in tone, completely devoid of any sympathy for her latest experiment.
"We'll have to move on to phase 2 early than anticipated. Otherwise you might burnout before we can finish the process."
Just when Maria thought she might go insane, the tickling stopped. The mechanical arms slinked back into the shutters from whence they came, relieving Maria's underarms and feet from their tickling touch. Maria tried to catch back her breath, her body exhuasted from her ordeal.
"Haah-haaah... Ha-haah... Oh god... Aaah..."
Her chest was beating as fast as her heart, each breath causing her body to lapse up and down in an attempt to relax. The rubber suit which once slightly hung from her frame was now sticking to her skin as if she was born with it, dabbles of sweat shining from each line of skin visible.
"I-Is it over? C-can I get out now? Please..."
Maria sounded like a child who has just been scolded, meek and defeated.
"Over? 114, we have yet to finish the procedure. We still have to see what you can do under a -different- stimulation..."
"W-what? No... Please, I-I can't take anymore! Please!"
Maria's begging was completely ignored. The familiar metal churning sound could be heard once again. Her heart renewed with panic, terrified of the thought that she would be tickled mercilessness again. She started to struggle against her better judgement, more out fear than desire to break free but her bonds never budged an inch. She could hear the arms coming from below, this time snaking their way in-between her legs before stopping right in front of her groin. Maria closed her eyes and chomped down onto her bottom lip, her entire body scrunching up as much as her bonds allowed, her knees attempting to bow against each other in terror of where her new torturers were located.
"Beginning phase 2."
The hands started their work on Maria's groin, only a thin layer of rubber was between them and her most sensitive area. Maria wanted to scream with laughter, the thought of her groin area being tickled to extravagance was utterly horrifying. She wanted to scream but... Found herself letting out an unexpected sigh, a moan even.
When she finally opened her eyes she could see why. These hands were different. They glowed with a comforting pink glow unlike ther previous tickling kind and were moving so gently and so fluidly you could almost mistake them for small human hands.
"Ooh-ooh... Aaaah... Uuum-ummwait... Aaaah..."
The glowing hands were massaging her groin, their palms tracing the inner and outer area with graceful dexterity causing Maria to murmur confused utterances. Slowly, ever so slowly they worked, nothing like the frantic skittering and squeezing of the previous hands. Each soft push, each tender rub would be met with a sigh which in turn caused the hands to work harder to pleasure their target. They eventually found a technique and rhythm which seemed to really stir Maria.
"AAAhh-Aaah... No-waait... AAaaah-Oooaah... Too mu-uoooh..."
"Enjoying yourself are we? Well I hope so. Sexual stimulation is needed for the final phase of the procedure. But your hormone levels aren't quite there yet. This should push you over the edge."
As Dr.Lauriston finished, a few more arms sprouted from either side of Maria resting either side of her chest. Maria was far to distracted to notice, her mind getting lost in a haze of pleasure from her groin. The new sprouts inched their way onto Maria's stomach, exposed by the design of the suit she was wearing before slipping underneath the rubber fabric. The new sensation of invasion alerted Maria, her attention was now on the two glowing snakes slithering at her elegant breasts.
"Ohgod-ohgod-ooooh-OOOH! H-hey, that's no-OOOHGOD!"
They didn't waste any time caressing and smoothing over Maria's naked breasts from underneath her suit, each touch a shockwave on Maria's senses. Using the tips of their fingers they began circling her areolas with a tentative motion, Maria's polite moans now growing stronger and more wild with each turn. The hands kept on changing their method of massage to throw Maria off, light circle movements changed to subtle squeezes around her breasts whilst her groin would receive acute stimulation right on her lower lips before shifting to her inner thighs.
Her body was beginning to feel as if it were on fire, a burn that gushed from her groin spreading to the rest of her body. Her backside lifted from the table screaming for more almost as if her pleasures were holding a special magnet for the iron of her crotch. The tippering of her breasts only exacerbated her desire, every playful motion of the hands were pushing Maria closer and closer to the edge.
"Perfect... Hormone levels are nearly peaking. Your energy levels have perked up nicely too. Just enough for us to finish with phase 3..."
Maria was drowning in a sea of pleasure. Her tongue seemed to involuntarily escape from her relaxed smile, eyes half shut buzzing from the experience. Her loins burned as they shifted side to side amongst the massaging hands, her bosom heaving from over stimulation. As her body quivered from waves of restrained pleasure, the clank of metal upon metal could be heard all around her. The tentacled hands from before re-emerged from their hiding places only this time from every direction. The hands from before rested beside her underarms and feet but many others appeared, sitting next to her thighs, her stomach, her ribs. Some even nestled right next to her face.
"Begin Phase 3. I hope you're healthy enough to make it through 114..."
And with that a frenzy began. Every hand began available began to tickle like there was no tomorrow. Dozens upon dozens of sinister silver fingers began exploring every nook and cranny of Maria's pleasure soaked frame. Her underarms were drilled and burrowed into, her feet and toes titillated, the tender flesh of her inner thighs squeezed and kneaded. Her stomach and ribs nuzzled and kneaded in all sorts of ways, even the plains of her neck were gently caressed.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA-AHA-AHAHAHAW! NEEOOOOHAHAHAH!"
Maria's laughter was more akin to screaming, never before had her voice hurt so much and for so long. Tears pooled in her shining eyes, her mouth a distorted gape across her flushed face. Her frame was moving irratically, jolting even from the torture as if she was being electricuted by thousands of volts. Dr. Lauriston calmly observed the spectacle, flashing a smile at her tormented guinea pig.
"Amazing isn't it? How much more senstive the body is after such sexual stimulation. And look. You've almost maxed out the energy readings of your suit."
Dr Lauristion's musing was a mere irrelivance to Maria. Every nerve of her body was shrieking in ticklish agony. Every stroke, every squeeze, every flourish of finger took it's toll on Maria's breaking sanity. The hands that were once massaging her sex were now joining in on the tickling frenzy, changing there smooth palming movements to jittery scurries across Maria's weary groin. That seemed to the straw that broke her, with renewed desperation she let out an ear piercing howl that was part laughter and groan.
"NUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
Maria couldn't remember what happened next. All that she could recall was darkness...
*****
"Maria"
"..."
"Maria, can you here me?"
"..."
"There we go. Nice and steady now."
"I... No... Enough... Please..."
A faint light invaded Maria's eyes. Slowly, she peered out from eyelids making out a small room.
"I-I can't... Please..."
"It's alright now. It's over."
When she finally had the strength to open her eyes fully she found somebody staring back at her at bedside height. A glint of raven black hair caught her eye, it sent shivers down her spine.
"No... NO... I don't want to-"
"-And you won't have to. The experiment is over. A great success I might add."
The Dr seemed all too happy with herself as she sat besides Maria's bed, adjusting her glasses.
"We've already started production of the suits. Exertion suits they are to be called. We are going to try them out at the woman's institute not far from here."
A perverse smile etched across her face.
"I do hope they are as fun as you... Maria..."
Any-ways enjoy.
- A New Energy Source -
"Hurry up 114. They are waiting."
The call echoed from the dull shower walls, until only the sound of drippin water could be heard.
Maria knew she couldn't stall for much longer. She slowly finished drying her long chestnut lockes with a tussle of her towel before making her way to the end of the shower room. Water glistened from her small frame as she walked. Upright but nervous she stepped out from the doorway to meet her punishment. She encountered one of the guards, his face obscured by his mask.
"Put this on."
The guard jabbed a clenched fist at her towel covered chest, an unusual outfit scrunched inside.
Maria bashfully took the outfit from him with one outstretched arm, her other trying to preserve her modesty as it clasped her towel.
"I won't say it again 114. Put. It. On."
Maria knew better than to question one of the guards. As humiliating as it was, she had no choice. With a wimpering sigh she reluctantly let go of her towel, the makeshift garb falling to a crumpled heap around her feet. Her new attire looked like a crimson leotard, it's thin rubbery exterior perfectly covering her feminine figure from head to ankle with the exception of her midriff (a large circular hole) and arms (left bare round the armpit). But after putting it on Maria stared curiously at the small strange nodes dotted on various parts of her body.
"This way 114."
As she paced barefoot behind the guard through the plain tiled wards, a sense of impending dread began to trickle into Maria's mind. No other inmate had told her about this part of their punishment. Usually inmates would be send straight to the confinement quarters where they would be locked away in claustrophobic inducing conditions, usually kicking and screaming before being forcefully dragged in by the guards. Nobody mentioned showering, or wearing a strange suit, or being escorted through the higher wards of the facility.
*Patter* *Patter* *Patter* The sound of her bare feet upon the shiney tiles was the only sound Maria could hear now that the guard stopped eruptly infront of a door she never had seen before. Large bold text printed across the door read 'Testing Area'. The door alone caused her to fidget uncomfortably. The guard approached the nearby security panel and placed his hand onto it, grid like lights flashed briefly over his hand before a small chime was heard.
"Badge number 420. Access granted."
Inside was a dark room with a large glass window across one side of the wall. Computer terminals, monitors and all kinds of blinking lights were spaced across the area. A handful of men and women in white lab coats were operating the terminals. As Maria was trying to make sense of the room the door behind her slid shut, darkening the room further. Only the light behind the viewing glass could be seem, illuminating a small room inside. Maria couldn't contain her curiosity. She sauntered over to the glass peering down into the bright room below. What she saw could only be described as some sort of restraining device, a flat raised platform
was in the centre of the room with wide metal restraints placed in an obvious x-pattern. Several monitors and flashing diodes aligned the edge of the platform but for what purpose she could not say.
"I bet you're wondering what it does, are you not?"
Maria was caught unaware, jolting upwards in surprise. The calm female voice came from one of the women in the lab coats from before, her raven hair in a tidy ponytail, her hands briefly resting on her square rimmed glasses as she inspected Maria. "My apologies. I failed to introduce myself. I'm Dr. Lauriston." The doctor gave a small smirk as she eyed Maria up and down as if she knew some dirty secret Maria was unaware of. "You must be inmate 114. We've heard all about you. Although I was expecting somebody of your crimes to be a little more... Experienced."
Maria shuffled uncomfortably in her place, all to aware of the crimes the Dr was referring to. Jewel theft, money laundering and exploitation were the crimes she had done in the past as part of a small group. She always played the unassuming honey trap, the lure, the distraction and she was good at it too. But it didn't last forever as her group overstepped their boundaries on their last escapade. And now she was paying the price.
"I get that a lot. Why am I here?"
Maria was direct. She knew she was to be punished since her assault on her prison guard didn't go down too well.
"Hmm. If you must know you are to be part of an experiment. A revolutionary experiment... If all goes well that is."
The Dr's face didn't give anything away.
"So I'm your guinea pig?"
"In a matter of speaking... Yes."
The feeling stung. Confinement was starting to look like a much more pleasing punishment that what Dr Lauriston was offering. The Dr smiled, Maria's unease was clearly showing.
"It looks like I've put you off. I wouldn't worry. You will experience no pain."
Dr Lauriston's words didn't seem to reassure Maria. After their brief exchange a few guards escorted her inside the room on the lower level. The room was fairly small, the only thing standing out was the large raised platform Maria noticed before. Apart from the restraints the platform almost looked like an operating table, a heart rate monitor along with other medical like devices engraved the sides, a steady light above focusing directly onto the platform.
"I-I don't know about this. Can't you use someone else for this?"
A sense of trepidation hanged over Maria. She froze in her place.
The guards firmly grasp Maria's slight wrists, marching her over to the device. She tried to resist, hanging her legs to the ground in an attempt to make things difficult for the guards which only lead to her being lifted. They firmly laid her flat and spread, locking her hands and ankles securely into square bolt restraints as if she was stapled to the platform. The guards then took their leave, leaving Maria stretched and unprotected save for her rubber suit. She looked directly ahead at the one-way mirror feeling like a frog for dissection.
"Can you hear me 114?"
Dr Lauriston's voice echoed across the room via a small speaker above the one-way mirror.
"Um-erm yes. I can hear you..."
Maria mumbled, her limbs trying not to shake.
"I want you to move your hands and feet around. As much as you can 114 please."
Maria complied, more so to try and alleviate her nerves more than anything. As much as her wrists and ankles tried to twist in their restraints she could not move. Soft padding in the restraints made the motions possible without being uncomfortable.
"W-what are you going to do to me?"
"That suit you have been made to wear. It isn't just a fashion accessory. It was made to absorb energy"
"Energy?"
Maria gave her suit a quick glance, confused.
"Yes. Energy. All types of energy. Heat energy. Kinetic energy. Even the energy from the your sweat. In other words, it's like a sponge."
"So-so why do I have to be like this?"
"We need to test the limits of this suit 114. And you are going to be the one that will test them. Now hold on, I'm going to start the procedure."
Maria was left fearful, perplexed at the Dr's intentions of this experiment. She bit her lip in anticipation.
"Mechanisms operational. Body temperature sensors online. Skin conductance sensors online. Heart rate at 95 bpm."
Maria's eyes darted left and right, filled with uncertainty and fear as she watched the once dull metal surfaces around her suddenly come alive with bright blue lights. The tiny flickering sound of computer sensors began to come from every direction it seemed, the empty nodes of her suit now brimming with an eeire red glow.
"Just relax. The sequence will begin shortly, I advise that you refrain struggling too much as we still have a few... Kinks to work out..."
Maria was far from relaxed. As the device activated she heard faint whirring noises that seemed to be coming from underneath her. Soft clanks of metal upon metal churned from the unknown, feeding Maria's already anxious mind with more demons. Panels from either side of her head opened with a small *click* where the sounds seemed to be emanating from.
"I-I don't like those sounds! Are you sure this thing isn't going to hurt me?!"
Maria's voice was loud but stuttered from nerves, her face a mixture of confusion and terror.
"It won't hurt at all. All you need to do is try and relax... Let's begin with phase 1"
As Dr. Lauriston's voice faded, the metal churning became slightly louder. Several silver arms slinked from the darkness, slithering through the air approaching Maria from either side of her exposed figure. Maria twitched her head left and right in a fit of panic, her eyes fixed on the peculiar heads of the steel tentacles. They were hands of some sort, but she had never seen a hand move in such a bizarrely flexible way. The digits were numerous and unnerving in motion, shiney fingers that seemed to have a mind of their own. Maria's panic was renewed, the sight of the twitching arms slinking their way up either side of her head imbued her face with dread.
"What are these things? W-wait what's going on-"
Before she could finish Maria gave a sharp loud gasp, as if suddenly something had given her an electric shock. The fingers starting burrowing into Maria's armpits, gently twisting, circling and stroking her fleshy hollows with a stoic rhythm. Maria couldn't contain her surprise. Her back arched as far as her restraints allowed
from this sudden unexpected tickling sensation.
"Ahaha-wa-wha-what is this thi-ohohgod-ohhahaha!"
Laughter interrupted whatever complaints Maria was shouting, her face a picture of befuddled amusement as the silver hands continuing their tickling assault on her underarms. The fingers stroked with unusual efficiency, almost as if they were trying to drain as much laughter as they could from their prey. Digs into the armpits changed to swirls, gentle skittering fingers along the bottom of her arms turned to firm squeezes as Maria erupted new pitches of laughter with each switch in motion.
The tickling frenzy of Maria's armpits seemed to set the rest of her body into unease, her muscles tightened where they could, her fingers and toes clenched and her head shifted from side to side.
"Oh my... I didn't expect for you to react like this in phase 1. Our skin conductance readings are much higher than expected. You really are a ticklish little thing aren't you?" Dr. Lauriston's voice seemed upbeat, her new research toy was demonstrating some interesting potential. "I'm hoping you'll provide a high output for us 114. Here, this should encourage you to perform for us."
Maria was too busy laughing to pay much attention to the Dr's voice but she knew from her tone that there was more punishment to come.
"S-stohohop! Ple-ahah! AHAAHAH! STOAHAHAP!"
Maria's plight was drowned out from her own mirth, the hands not faltering in their ticklish attack on her underarms. A familiar churning sound could be heard again, several *clicks* opened up more panels but this time they were situated at Maria's feet. A multitude of the same robotic hands traced eerie patterns in the air before slowly making their way to Maria's feet. Maria wasn't aware of their presence until a couple of the hands decided to tug at her toes.
"No-no-nohohahAHA! W-wait! WahaHA-WAIT!"
Immune to Maria's pleas, the hands began to unfold her clenched toes with delicate strength. As much as she tried Maria could not shake them off, her toes lightly tipped backwards but unmoving in the grasp of several silver fingers. The balls of her pale feet now completely exposed, new metal digits started to scribble all across them.
"NOOHOHOHOHAHA! NAWHAHAHA! Not-NOHAW! HAHAHAHA!"
Maria's shifted from hearty giggles to full blown frenzied laughter. Her body reacted with new-found desperation at the sensation of her feet being mercilessly tickled,
contorting and twisting as much as the restraints allowed her to. The hands were ever continuous with their tickling, gentle spidering strokes that seemed to hit all the right spots with just the right amount of contact on Maria's poor defenceless soles.
"Hmm-hmm. Very interesting. With just a small amount of stimulation on your feet you are performing quite amiably. You were definitely the right choice for this experiment it seems. Hmm-hmm."
The screens beside Maria's tortured frame became alive with flashes and blinks, clearly reacting to her sensual suffering. Graphs and gauges rising and falling, measuring everything there was to measure from their distraught captive. The nodes on her suit were glowing fiercely like miniature sirens. Maria could barely pay them any attention as it was lost on the maddening sensations firing from her feet and underarms. She somewhat expected the arms to tire, to slow down or pause to give her some desperate relief from her ticklish ordeal, but it never came. The consistency of the finger's strokes never changed. Tirelessly they soflty explored every inch of Maria's fluttering feet, scratching at the gaps in-between each individual toe, caressing the baubles of her heels with a loving intensity that never stopped.
Her underarms were beginning to become slick with perspiration, the silver fingers adjusting their motions to firmly slide in circular motions into her underarms rather than squeeze. Round and round they went almost drilling into the moist spaces of her underarms, each twist of motion bringing sudden bursts of laughter. It was starting to get too much for Maria to bear. Her face resembled a freshly washed tomato as tears and sweat peppered her now pink skin, her lush brown hair now a ruffled mess from all the swaying with a few quiffs of hair sticking to her forehead.
"STOOOHOHAHAHAHAHAP! *cough* STOHO-HAHAP! PLEA-AHAHA-PLEEHEHEHEHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!"
Maria seemed a broken woman, her laughter broken by coughing pleas of mercy.
"Oh dear, you seem to be overheating 114. Your pulse and skin conduction is nearing the red. If we'd had known your sensitivity to tickling was this adverse we might have slowed down a tad." Dr Lauriston's voice was almost mocking in tone, completely devoid of any sympathy for her latest experiment.
"We'll have to move on to phase 2 early than anticipated. Otherwise you might burnout before we can finish the process."
Just when Maria thought she might go insane, the tickling stopped. The mechanical arms slinked back into the shutters from whence they came, relieving Maria's underarms and feet from their tickling touch. Maria tried to catch back her breath, her body exhuasted from her ordeal.
"Haah-haaah... Ha-haah... Oh god... Aaah..."
Her chest was beating as fast as her heart, each breath causing her body to lapse up and down in an attempt to relax. The rubber suit which once slightly hung from her frame was now sticking to her skin as if she was born with it, dabbles of sweat shining from each line of skin visible.
"I-Is it over? C-can I get out now? Please..."
Maria sounded like a child who has just been scolded, meek and defeated.
"Over? 114, we have yet to finish the procedure. We still have to see what you can do under a -different- stimulation..."
"W-what? No... Please, I-I can't take anymore! Please!"
Maria's begging was completely ignored. The familiar metal churning sound could be heard once again. Her heart renewed with panic, terrified of the thought that she would be tickled mercilessness again. She started to struggle against her better judgement, more out fear than desire to break free but her bonds never budged an inch. She could hear the arms coming from below, this time snaking their way in-between her legs before stopping right in front of her groin. Maria closed her eyes and chomped down onto her bottom lip, her entire body scrunching up as much as her bonds allowed, her knees attempting to bow against each other in terror of where her new torturers were located.
"Beginning phase 2."
The hands started their work on Maria's groin, only a thin layer of rubber was between them and her most sensitive area. Maria wanted to scream with laughter, the thought of her groin area being tickled to extravagance was utterly horrifying. She wanted to scream but... Found herself letting out an unexpected sigh, a moan even.
When she finally opened her eyes she could see why. These hands were different. They glowed with a comforting pink glow unlike ther previous tickling kind and were moving so gently and so fluidly you could almost mistake them for small human hands.
"Ooh-ooh... Aaaah... Uuum-ummwait... Aaaah..."
The glowing hands were massaging her groin, their palms tracing the inner and outer area with graceful dexterity causing Maria to murmur confused utterances. Slowly, ever so slowly they worked, nothing like the frantic skittering and squeezing of the previous hands. Each soft push, each tender rub would be met with a sigh which in turn caused the hands to work harder to pleasure their target. They eventually found a technique and rhythm which seemed to really stir Maria.
"AAAhh-Aaah... No-waait... AAaaah-Oooaah... Too mu-uoooh..."
"Enjoying yourself are we? Well I hope so. Sexual stimulation is needed for the final phase of the procedure. But your hormone levels aren't quite there yet. This should push you over the edge."
As Dr.Lauriston finished, a few more arms sprouted from either side of Maria resting either side of her chest. Maria was far to distracted to notice, her mind getting lost in a haze of pleasure from her groin. The new sprouts inched their way onto Maria's stomach, exposed by the design of the suit she was wearing before slipping underneath the rubber fabric. The new sensation of invasion alerted Maria, her attention was now on the two glowing snakes slithering at her elegant breasts.
"Ohgod-ohgod-ooooh-OOOH! H-hey, that's no-OOOHGOD!"
They didn't waste any time caressing and smoothing over Maria's naked breasts from underneath her suit, each touch a shockwave on Maria's senses. Using the tips of their fingers they began circling her areolas with a tentative motion, Maria's polite moans now growing stronger and more wild with each turn. The hands kept on changing their method of massage to throw Maria off, light circle movements changed to subtle squeezes around her breasts whilst her groin would receive acute stimulation right on her lower lips before shifting to her inner thighs.
Her body was beginning to feel as if it were on fire, a burn that gushed from her groin spreading to the rest of her body. Her backside lifted from the table screaming for more almost as if her pleasures were holding a special magnet for the iron of her crotch. The tippering of her breasts only exacerbated her desire, every playful motion of the hands were pushing Maria closer and closer to the edge.
"Perfect... Hormone levels are nearly peaking. Your energy levels have perked up nicely too. Just enough for us to finish with phase 3..."
Maria was drowning in a sea of pleasure. Her tongue seemed to involuntarily escape from her relaxed smile, eyes half shut buzzing from the experience. Her loins burned as they shifted side to side amongst the massaging hands, her bosom heaving from over stimulation. As her body quivered from waves of restrained pleasure, the clank of metal upon metal could be heard all around her. The tentacled hands from before re-emerged from their hiding places only this time from every direction. The hands from before rested beside her underarms and feet but many others appeared, sitting next to her thighs, her stomach, her ribs. Some even nestled right next to her face.
"Begin Phase 3. I hope you're healthy enough to make it through 114..."
And with that a frenzy began. Every hand began available began to tickle like there was no tomorrow. Dozens upon dozens of sinister silver fingers began exploring every nook and cranny of Maria's pleasure soaked frame. Her underarms were drilled and burrowed into, her feet and toes titillated, the tender flesh of her inner thighs squeezed and kneaded. Her stomach and ribs nuzzled and kneaded in all sorts of ways, even the plains of her neck were gently caressed.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA-AHA-AHAHAHAW! NEEOOOOHAHAHAH!"
Maria's laughter was more akin to screaming, never before had her voice hurt so much and for so long. Tears pooled in her shining eyes, her mouth a distorted gape across her flushed face. Her frame was moving irratically, jolting even from the torture as if she was being electricuted by thousands of volts. Dr. Lauriston calmly observed the spectacle, flashing a smile at her tormented guinea pig.
"Amazing isn't it? How much more senstive the body is after such sexual stimulation. And look. You've almost maxed out the energy readings of your suit."
Dr Lauristion's musing was a mere irrelivance to Maria. Every nerve of her body was shrieking in ticklish agony. Every stroke, every squeeze, every flourish of finger took it's toll on Maria's breaking sanity. The hands that were once massaging her sex were now joining in on the tickling frenzy, changing there smooth palming movements to jittery scurries across Maria's weary groin. That seemed to the straw that broke her, with renewed desperation she let out an ear piercing howl that was part laughter and groan.
"NUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
Maria couldn't remember what happened next. All that she could recall was darkness...
*****
"Maria"
"..."
"Maria, can you here me?"
"..."
"There we go. Nice and steady now."
"I... No... Enough... Please..."
A faint light invaded Maria's eyes. Slowly, she peered out from eyelids making out a small room.
"I-I can't... Please..."
"It's alright now. It's over."
When she finally had the strength to open her eyes fully she found somebody staring back at her at bedside height. A glint of raven black hair caught her eye, it sent shivers down her spine.
"No... NO... I don't want to-"
"-And you won't have to. The experiment is over. A great success I might add."
The Dr seemed all too happy with herself as she sat besides Maria's bed, adjusting her glasses.
"We've already started production of the suits. Exertion suits they are to be called. We are going to try them out at the woman's institute not far from here."
A perverse smile etched across her face.
"I do hope they are as fun as you... Maria..."
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