I've got a new story to share. I was working on other things and didn't plan to write this, but I was inspired by some of the great new work showing up here lately which left me with a bunch of concepts and scenes in my head that I just wanted to get written down. At that point it seemed pretty close to a complete story. I've been reluctant to post this one since there isn't much plot or character development to it and it feels like retreading old ground, although with some new sci-fi twists. I'm putting it out there, though, in the hope that others might enjoy it for what it is. Maybe in the future there will be more interesting stories to tell set in the same world.
As with other things I've written, the material here is extreme, dystopian, non-consensual, very sexualized, and focused on female-female content. It is a work of fiction meant only for fantasy and involves many elements that would be highly illegal and immoral, not to mention impossible, if attempted in real life. It is also pretty long. The first chapter is essentially setup, but it is largely tickling action after that. If any of that isn't your thing, then I'd recommend skipping this story. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter 1: In the Not-Too-Distant Future
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Hard times made for hard people. As more and more of the populace found themselves struggling to afford the basics, many turned to crime while the rest looked in fear for answers. The courts were pulled back and forth between those insisting on a return to harsh corporal punishment and others urging a new focus on rehabilitation. The tickle prison arose as a compromise. It punished and humiliated but it caused no actual pain. The punished emerged from their incarceration with no marks or permanent injuries, at least physically. Moderate voices accepted it as a more humane alternative to bringing back "real" tortures. After all, how bad could it be if the prisoner was smiling and laughing the whole time? Before long, hours a day of tickle torture became the norm for anyone forced to spend time in the criminal justice system.
And it showed results. Recidivism plummeted. Few people who had ever been in a tickle prison took any chances on going back.
Of course, there were abuses. The prison industry quietly set about to figure out how to make the punishment as extreme and efficient as possible within the boundaries of the new laws. A prison sentence usually meant several hours a day locked into restraints while other prisoners worked over every inch of your body with a collection of devious tickle tools. An overseer barked out orders through a loudspeaker --- "Armpits now! Ostrich plumes!" "Electric flossers!" "Fingernails! Make them howl ladies!" "Switch to the feet! Nails on the soles!" All the while, guards wandered around looking for ticklers who were being less than fully ruthless in their task and giving them demerits that would result in even more time being tickled themselves. In severe cases, a lax tickler might be turned over to the guards or the warden for even more extreme measures. A day in the tickle yards was enough to make the average petty criminal swear to stay on the straight-and-narrow for life. A month in prison came to be seen as a draconian penalty that could break even the most hardened criminals and turn them into model citizens.
There were, however, still hard cases. A handful of serial lawbreakers seemed almost gleeful to be put into tickle prison, but even they could be pushed past their limits and learn to pursue their needs in more consensual ways. The biggest challenge was the few who just weren't ticklish, who might rack up long criminal records while shrugging off sentences considered inhuman by most. But a few clever minds were working on solutions.
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Amanda Taylor prided herself on her toughness. She was beautiful and athletic, with flaming red hair cropped to a short punk cut and bright green eyes that made her stand out anywhere. But a tragic background left her a ward of the foster care system and she spent her childhood bouncing from one terrible home to another. Amanda grew up learning to look out for herself. When she turned eighteen, it was on to a life of petty crime and antisocial behavior. Luckily for her, she had been graced with an almost complete lack of ticklishness, and so she laughed off (so to speak) one short stay after another in tickle prison.
Until, that is, she happened to run into the Bakers, the worst of all the foster families she had ever known, follow them home, and get a bit of payback. They weren't used to picking on someone their own size and the street-hardened young woman let it all out. They deserved much worse than she gave them, but that didn't carry much weight with the justice system. The Bakers were seen as pillars of the community, good church-going people who were punished for trying to do a good deed and take care of an ungrateful wretch. Amanda's lengthy criminal record, her indifference to tickle punishment, and her complete lack remorse didn't help her case. It also didn't help that it happened in a small tight-knit community where the district attorney, chief of police, and the judge were all family friends of the Bakers. When the dust settled, Amanda had been sentenced to an almost-unheard-of twenty years in tickle prison.
Inside the prison walls, the redheaded firebrand quickly earned a reputation as someone even the most hardened prisoners would not dare to anger. Normally, no one wanted to get on anyone else's bad side in tickle prison. You never knew who would be your tickler the next time you found yourself in the stocks. But no one was more feared in tickle prison than a skilled tickler who couldn't be tickled herself. After a few months inside, Amanda had become very good at administering a brutal tickling when she wanted to, but her lack of sensitivity meant that no one could use their time as her tickler to settle any scores.
As much as she enjoyed being the queen bee of the tickle yard, Amanda also didn't want to waste her youth in prison. Opportunity came one day when an unusual visitor showed up in the yard. She was a tall blond woman, in her late thirties but still stunning, her piercing blue eyes scanning the yard intently. She wore the lab coat of a doctor, although she wasn't one of the prison's usual medical staff, and was accompanied by a prison guard as if she were a very important guest. The prisoners all took note of the beautiful blond woman as she passed confidently through the yard, guard in tow. She strode purposefully through the rows of restrained women howling with laughter while fellow prisoners worked them over, seemingly indifferent to the suffering all around her. Finally, she zeroed in on Amanda, lolling in her bondage with a bored look on her face while a fellow prisoner tried to get a reaction from an electric flosser between Amanda's toes. Perusing a tablet she carried, the blond woman seemed to light up. She walked up to Amanda and introduced herself.
"Miss Amanda Taylor?" the strange woman asked.
"Yeah?" Amanda said with as much of a shrug as the strict bondage allowed her. "I don't know if you noticed, but I'm a little tied up right now."
The woman ignored the comment. "My name is Dr. Tanya Steel. I couldn't help but notice that you don't seem too... into your punishment. If you're not too busy to talk to me, I think you and I can help each other out."
"I don't know what you're selling," Amanda said with annoyance. "But I doubt you've got anything I want."
"I see you've got a twenty year sentence," Dr. Steel replied. "How would you like it commuted down to thirty days?"
"As if," Amanda replied dismissively, but as jaded and mistrustful as she was, even she couldn't ignore an offer like that.
"I'm a researcher," Tanya said. "I run a little biotech startup company that has a contract with the prison system to try to... let's just say enhance the effectiveness of our rehabilitation programs. I need more research subjects and I think you're exactly what I'm looking for right now. I promise you I can deliver on my part of the bargain. You just have to agree to participate fully in my research for thirty days and your criminal record will be wiped clean."
"I'm not saying yes," Amanda replied suspiciously. "But I'm intrigued. What exactly what I need to do?"
Tanya explained, "You undergo a minor surgical procedure to implant a little device I developed at the base of your skull. It's a kind of neural prosthetic, a technology to record and simulate nerve impulses. There will be no pain and just a tiny incision under your hairline. Once that's done, you just have to work with me to gather some data and test the device. Data coming off your device are fed into an artificial intelligence, a neural network that helps us analyze those data and combine them what it's learned from many other subjects. It uses that knowledge to learn how to read and rewrite neural impulses. Just work with me, and with the device, for thirty days, and your sentence will be commuted."
"It's got to be better than twenty years of being bored to tears," Amanda thought.
"Okay," she said to the doctor. "Let's do this."
Chapter 2: The Implant
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The surgery, as promised, was painless. Amanda knew some little device was nestled there where her brain connected to her spinal cord, but she didn't feel any different. And for about a week not much changed in her life. She continued her daily visits to the tickle yard and they passed just as unmemorably as before. Soon, though, Dr. Steel began pulling her out of the general population for more focused experiments. She would find herself in a private lab, tightly secured to a bondage bed with numerous other monitors and electrodes strapped to her body while Dr. Steel conducted her own personal examinations. The doctor carried these tests out with far greater thoroughness than Amanda got from her fellow prisoners in the tickle yard. Every inch of her body was probed, poked, and stimulated with a variety of instruments, from whisp-soft brushes, to feathers, to hard steel points, to the doctor's own fingers. The doctor didn't seem to be bothered that these instruments produced barely any response from Amanda.
Amanda had some second thoughts when the treatments started to stimulate her in other ways. Soft plumes on her breasts and nipples barely tickled, but they did turn her on. She knew the doctor had to notice how her nipples stiffened under them. When the probing moved to even more sensitive places, she was tempted to object, but stern warnings from the doctor that she could always go back to her 20-year sentence kept her quiet. Amanda reminded herself that she just needed to put up with it for thirty days and she was free to go. She knew it must be obvious how wet she was getting as the doctor probed the folds of her vulva with a soft brush. Even with her lack of ticklishness, Amanda flinched when the doctor applied some kind of stiff vibrating wire directly to her clit, but she bit her lip and stayed silent even as her unwanted arousal built to an unwelcome climax. Again, Amanda knew Dr. Steel had to have realized she had just orgasmed, but if so, the creepy doctor gave no indication. And so Amanda's second week under Dr. Steel's care passed, a little more invasive and embarrassing but nothing she couldn't take.
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Back in her office, Tanya Steel sat at her desk and spoke up seemingly to no one.
"Alexis," she said. "I'd like to discuss Miss Amanda Taylor."
A small black box on her desk lit up and a perky feminine voice projected from it: "I am at your service, Doctor."
"Do you understand our mission for Miss Taylor?" Dr. Steel asked the box.
"I believe so, Doctor," the box responded. "Miss Taylor is a habitual criminal who has not responded to previous efforts at rehabilitation. She needs to be punished more effectively so she can be rehabilitated. She is our prototype test subject for how we will make tickle prison far more effective, even for girls who are not ticklish. We have been collecting data on her responses and are now ready to begin using those data, along with other data from more standard subjects, to make her rehabilitation more productive."
"Exactly, Alexis," the doctor replied. "But Miss Taylor seems not to be ticklish and has never responded to tickle treatment. For her rehabilitation to work, we need her to respond to tickling. Can you help us with this dilemma?"
"Yes, certainly," the machine piped up cheerily. "Although Miss Taylor believes she is not at all ticklish, I can in fact detect very faint signals in her neural recordings that correspond to the tickle sensations one sees in normal test subjects. I can isolate and amplify these signals to enhance her to a normal level of ticklishness."
"Very good," the doctor replied. "How much would you need to amplify to get her to a normal level of sensitivity?"
"I estimate that she experiences ticklishness at approximately 10% of the level of an average woman, low enough that she can ignore it as a minor annoyance at best. If I amplify the signals ten-fold, she should have a normal reaction."
"And how much would you need to amplify them to make her crazy ticklish?" the doctor probed further.
"`Crazy ticklish' is not a precise term," the computer replied, "but from the women I've scanned who might be described that way, I would say amplifying these signals 30 to 50 times would put her in line with women who might be called `crazy ticklish.'"
"Very good," the doctor said. "Let's go with 100 times then. From now on, unless I give other orders, all tickling impulses she feels will be amplified 100-fold."
"Done," the machine replied simply.
"Let's talk about another problem," the doctor went on. "I don't want to have to fool around with bondage every time I want to manipulate her. Can you offer some options?"
"Yes," the computer replied. "I have complete control of the motor signals leaving her brain. I can cause her, or any part of her, to go limp or stiff or simply move in any way you desire. You can describe to me the actions you wish her body to take and I will activate them. However, I would suggest you give me a few keywords you can use as shorthand for common actions."
"Excellent," the doctor said. "How about 'mannequin' when I want her frozen but posable? So she freezes in place but I can reposition her as I wish."
"Done," said the machine. "If I may suggest, I can also automatically activate this when she attempts to touch or harm you, as a safety precaution."
"Good thinking," the doctor replied. "And how about 'ragdoll' to make her go limp?"
"Done," the machine said.
"And let's define a few standard positions for her," the doctor continued. "Let's say with `T-pose' she will stand up tall and point her arms in a T position. `Y-pose' she will lie down, hold her arms above her head, and spread her legs. 'A-pose' will put her in a backward arch, legs spread and belly towards the ceiling. 'O-pose' will have her roll on the ground into a ball, with her knees behind her ears and her hands linked behind her head."
"Done," the machine replied again.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" the doctor beamed.
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Two weeks into her thirty day study, Amanda found herself summoned to the doctor's laboratory as before, but this time everything seemed very different. In the past, she was always tightly secured to the bondage bed before the guards departed. Now, they simply dropped her off in the room and left without a word when the doctor dismissed them. Given her troubled past, Amanda was never supposed to be left alone with a civilian. She wondered at the doctor's seeming lack of concern at being in a room alone with her. She was tempted to try something, but her mental warning bells were blaring that something was wrong here and she shouldn't act rashly.
"Hello, Amanda!" Dr. Steel said happily. "I think things have been going swimmingly with the first phase of our study, but time is running short and we really need to move on to phase two."
"Okay," said Amanda warily, concerned by the note of barely suppressed glee in the doctor's eyes.
The doctor continued, "The device in your head has so much potential. It's called a brain computer interface, essentially a translator that lets us link a remote computer to a human nervous system and exchange signals between them. We used to have high hopes that devices like this could help people. Route nerve signals around a damaged spinal cord so a paralyzed person can walk again or intercept and delete pain signals so those with chronic pain can enjoy life again. Linking the brain computer interface to an external artificial intelligence has the potential to open up whole new worlds in how we might treat illness and disability."
The blond woman paused and frowned a bit before continuing, "It happens, though, that we as a society have decided that helping people isn't a good investment. But punishing people? Let's just say that I have a much freer hand and a lot more resources than I used to. Your implant has recorded a lot of good data. Now it's time to start seeing what we can do with those data. I'd like to introduce you to my partner in this work, Alexis. Say hello, Alexis."
A black box on Dr. Steel's desk lit up and said cheerily, "Hello, Amanda. I am Alexis, an AI agent created to assist with your rehabilitation."
"What the fuck?" Amanda said in surprise.
Dr. Steel continued, "Alexis and I have made some... adjustments... to your nervous response and I'd like to try them out."
The doctor stepped towards Amanda. For all her tough girl posturing, every instinct was telling her she should be afraid. She stepped back and braced into a defensive posture.
"This won't do," Dr. Steel said. "Mannequin."
Dr. Steel stepped closer and Amanda realized with a start that she couldn't move a muscle below her face.
"How did you do that?" Amanda said with fear tinging her voice.
"That little device can do so much more than you realize," Dr. Steel said. She stepped behind Amanda and started posing her like she was a department store mannequin. She pulled her up straight and proceeded to unbutton Amanda's top and slide it off of her leaving nude from the waist up. She then pulled Amanda's arms out to the sides parallel to the ground. Amanda was shocked at how her body seemed to simply cooperate with however the doctor wanted to move it no matter how hard Amanda tried to resist.
"Let's see how those modifications are working," Dr. Steel said, and proceeded to reach a hand down to Amanda's bare abdomen and start lightly running fingernails over the exposed flesh. Amanda immediately exploded in laughter.
"Beautiful!" Dr. Steel beamed. "Amanda, this is what it's supposed to feel like to be tickled. I know you've never felt it before, so I'm going to give you some time to learn to appreciate it."
As Dr. Steel kept spidering her nails over Amanda's belly, Amanda could barely breath. She had never felt anything like this and was desperately trying to catch her breath so she could beg for Dr. Steel to stop. Finally, the doctor relented and left Amanda panting for air.
"Belly seems good," Dr. Steel said. "Now let's try somewhere a little more sensitive."
She reached her hands into the frazzled redhead's armpits and resumed the dance of fingernails on flesh. Amanda shrieked at the intensity of the sensation before howling with laughter. In under a minute, it was reduced to silent laughter as the continued assault on her armpits left Amanda gasping and trembling but still unable to change her position in the slightest. Finally, the doctor relented and stepped away, pulling up a chair while Amanda gasped for breath.
"Alexis has been gathering data on all the ways we can stimulate you," the doctor explained. "Every sensation recorded can now be amplified and played back to give you a true tickling experience. Alexis, please keep playing for Amanda the sensation of my fingernails in her armpits."
Amanda started howling once again as she felt the same tickling she had before, while the doctor just sat watching her with a smile.
"Alexis, double the intensity," Dr. Steel added.
Amanda's eyes bugged out of her head as she was reduced again to silent laughter, while the doctor sat looking on with a pleased grin.
"Alexis, you can stop the tickling sensation and release the mannequin mode."
Amanda dropped immediately to the floor like a marionette whose strings had been cut. She was too shocked and exhausted to speak yet.
"It gets better, though," the doctor continued. "Alexis can do more than just play back and amplify recorded signals. She can generalize and project from your data and those of many other subjects I've examined to tickle you in ways you've never even experienced. Let me demonstrate. Alexis, have Miss Taylor feel an intense feather tickling in her nasal canals up to the sinuses."
"Ahh!" Amanda screamed and immediately started sneezing uncontrollably while she grasped her nose and rolled on the floor helplessly.
"I deliberately never tickled inside your nose so we could see if Alexis could adapt the sensation from other subjects to you," the doctor said simply. "From the looks of things, I'm guessing it's working pretty well."
Amanda could only sneeze and roll around helplessly, her eyes screwed shut by the intense tickle in her nose.
"Alexis," Dr. Steel said, "add a strong tickle of her butthole, from the anal sphincter to, let's say, six inches in."
Amanda shrieked again and started bucking on the floor like she was being electrocuted.
"Alexis doesn't even have training data from more than about an inch into the rectum," Dr. Steel said with pride. "She can generalize from the sensation elsewhere and project it to parts of the body that have never been tickled. Even parts that are all but impossible to tickle."
The doctor cracked a thin smile then continued, "A lot of women don't realize that the clitoris is just the tip of a larger internal organ that descends deep into the abdomen. Alexis, give Miss Taylor the sensation of small soft feathers tickling her clitoris and extend it along the entire length of the clitoral shaft."
Amanda didn't know it was possible for her to shriek any louder, but apparently she could. She had never felt anything like this sensation of being tickled from within. It was both maddening and more sexually arousing than anything she had ever felt before. She could only writhe on the floor helplessly, overwhelmed by the sensations but unable to do anything to alleviate them. Dr. Steel took a long while to enjoy the sight of Amanda rolling on the floor, grasping her crotch, and laughing her ass off. Finally, just as Amanda looked like she was about to explode, the doctor asked Alexis to remove all of the tickling. Amanda collapsed into a panting, heaving mass of nerves and sweat, freed from the artificial stimulation but too exhausted to move.
"Now the real experimentation begins, Amanda," the doctor said as Amanda continued to gasp for breath.
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The next days were hell for Amanda. The doctor resumed the careful examinations to which Amanda had first been treated, spending hours each day exploring every inch of Amanda's anatomy with every instrument that can tickle. And while Amanda had mainly found it mildly annoying before, her sensitivity was now ramped up to the point that every touch was torture. She had no idea how many different parts of the body could be ticklish or how many different kinds of tickling sensation there could be. Dr. Steel spent a whole morning just on her breasts while Amanda stood at attention presenting them for the doctor's touch, leaving her howling with laughter as fingers, feathers, brushes soft and stiff, pointed rakes, vibrating tools, and devices she couldn't even identify left her quivering and breathless. She hated to admit how turned on it was also leaving her.
Even worse, her own body seemed like a collaborator in her torment. The doctor would order her body around like a robot and the hated Alexis would force it to obey. T-pose to have free access to her armpits, A-pose to spend long minutes exploring her abdomen, O-pose for easy access to her butt and pussy. She was furious at the way her body now betrayed her. Dr. Steel spent long hours playing with every millimeter of Amanda's bare pussy while she was forced to spread her lips and pull back her clitoral hood for the doctor's easy access. And she just had to stand there like a statue while feathers, fingers, brushes, vibrators, or just phantom tickles created by Alexis left her hysterical. The vibrating wire that had made her cum before now sent her into shrieking laughter even as it coaxed humiliating orgasm after orgasm from her helpless body.
It was far too much for Amanda. During those sessions she would gladly have gone back to her 20-year sentence to avoid one more minute of Dr. Steel's torment. But she discovered it was too late to change her mind. The doctor had complete control over her. The guards seemed to have their orders to give the doctor whatever she wanted where Amanda was concerned. When Amanda tried in desperation to ask a guard for help, the guard simply reported it back to Dr. Steel. The doctor mildly chided Amanda, letting her know that they had too much invested in her for her to back out at that point. Amanda thought from the doctor's pleasant manner that that was that, until she was returned to her cell to find herself sitting down on her bed and tickling her own feet all night under Alexis's control while she suffered in silence. After that, Amanda didn't dare cross the doctor again and accepted that there was no path forward but to endure.
Chapter 3: But Wait, There's More
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Dr. Steel sat alone in her office, reviewing the data she was collecting from Amanda. She finally spoke up to consult with Alexis on the next steps.
"Alexis," she said, causing the little black box to spring to life again. "I feel we've got the sensations down with Miss Taylor, but we could be doing more to break her psychologically. I want her feeling weak, helpless, and humiliated so we can get her to stop fighting her rehabilitation. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Of course," the computer responded perkily. "I can offer a few. Much of the psychological power of tickling comes from the loss of control it involves. Forcing laughter is the simplest version of this. Forcing the whole body to convulse provides an even higher sense of helplessness. Based on my data, though, many women find a tickling session particularly humiliating if it causes them to lose control of their bladder."
"Can that be arranged?" the doctor asked.
"Absolutely," the computer responded. "I have monitored, in women who lose bladder control during tickling, the sensation of an urgent need to urinate. I can add this sensation to Miss Taylor's neural feedback when she is tickled, gradually ramping it up to unbearable levels. If I push in as well a phantom tickle in the urethra and around the sphincter, the pressure should be irresistible. She might fight it, but it would be impossible for her to maintain bladder control under any sustained tickling."
"Excellent," the doctor responded. "I don't want her pissing herself every time I play with her, though. Can we tie it to a specific body part? How about, we activate this whenever her armpits are tickled?"
"Done," the computer replied. "Any sustained armpit tickling will have her uncontrollably wetting herself, no matter how hard she tries to fight it."
"Very good," the doctor replied. "Did you have any other thoughts?"
"Yes," the computer answered. "Many women find it particularly humiliating to lose control of their sexuality, through forced arousal and especially forced orgasm."
"Can you force her to orgasm?" the doctor asked.
"Easily," the computer replied. "I could simply duplicate the orgasm signals I have measured in Miss Taylor already to trigger an orgasm at will, and of any intensity or duration desired. However, I would suggest tying it more directly to the tickling sensation. When she is tickled, I can create an echo of that tickling directly in her clitoris. Tickling will automatically induce involuntary arousal. Particularly intense or sustained tickling will lead inevitably to orgasm."
"I love it!" the doctor beamed. "Let's tie this one to foot tickling. Any tickling on her feet, I'd like you to add an echo of it in her clitoris. I want to be able to make her cum every time I tickle her tootsies."
"Done," the computer replied. "She will be unable to avoid becoming aroused when her feet are tickled. Sustained foot tickling will lead to forced orgasms. Especially intense tickling of her feet will lead to essentially continuous climax."
"This is wonderful," the doctor beamed. "Do you have any other thoughts?"
"Well," the computer continued, "paradoxically, withholding orgasm can be just as humiliating for a woman as forcing it. Making a woman unwillingly crave and even beg for release can provoke intense feelings of helplessness and submissiveness. Just as I can force orgasm, I can also amplify the signals of arousal while blocking the orgasmic release from reaching her brain. I would suggest tying that to breast tickling. Many women become aroused by nipple tickling but cannot reach climax from it, so it will feel more like her own body betraying her."
"Perfect!" the doctor exclaimed. "Let's say then that whenever anyone tickles her breasts, you amplify the signals of arousal ten-fold but block any orgasmic release. I want to be able to make her so desperately horny she'll be begging me to let her cum."
"Done," the computer responded simply.
"Anything else?" the doctor asked, barely concealing her giddiness.
"The more aroused she is, the more effective these sexual stimuli will be in motivating her," the computer said. "I would suggest adding a constant, barely perceptible tickle in her clit and nipples. It would be equivalent to a continuous slow teasing with the softest, lightest feather one can imagine. She will not even realize she is being stimulated but her body will respond. Combining that with a block on her ability to orgasm when she stimulates herself will guarantee she is in a permanent state of arousal and especially receptive to her other programming."
"Excellent! Make it so. That will do for now," Dr. Steel concluded.
"Will you be summoning Miss Taylor to test these new settings?" the computer asked.
"Very tempting," the doctor said, "but no. I'd like to put her back in gen pop for a day and have her return to the standard day's sessions in the tickle yard. Let's see how she handles that with her enhanced sensitivity and these other new surprises."
"As you desire," Alexis said.
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Amanda uncharacteristically had some time to herself in her cell to think. She was angry and humiliated by the tortures Dr. Steel had inflicted on her but determined to get through the rest of the 30 days and win her freedom. She lay down on her cot and tried to rest and enjoy the solitude while it lasted. She didn't know why she was suddenly so horny, especially after probably having cum more times in the past week than she had in the rest of her life up to that point. Maybe just boredom, she figured. She tried to ignore the sensation, but eventually thrust a hand down her pants to try to get some relief. After a nice buildup, she was frustrated to find she couldn't quite get there. She continued playing with herself in growing frustration until her cell door burst open and two guards marched in.
"Shit," Amanda muttered under her breath in annoyance, pulling her hand out her pants and hastily wiping her damp fingers on the sheets as the guards approached her.
Amanda was familiar with the routine. She stood placidly while the guards cuffed and shackled her then she followed obediently as they marched her out of the cell. She expected another horrible session with Dr. Steel. While she wasn't exactly looking forward to it, Amanda was resigned to getting it over with, mentally tallying the days left until she was finally out of this nightmare. It was only when she realized she was being taken to the tickle yard that terror took her and she tried to fight back. As badly as her weeks with Dr. Steel had broken her will, it was at least private between her and the doctor, and the ever-present AI Alexis. Amanda didn't have much, but she still felt she had her dignity and her tough girl reputation intact. To be given back to the other prisoners in this state, reduced to a helpless wreck in front of the whole prison yard, was a humiliation she wasn't prepared for.
"No!!!" she screamed. "I won't go! You can't!"
Her restraints made effective resistance impossible, though, and the guards dragged her kicking and screaming to the tickle yard and secured her in a bondage bench. She was strapped down and stretched tight, arms towards the ceiling in her sleeveless prison jumper, feet stretched straight out. The guards opened her top to expose her chest and abdomen. She struggled uselessly as her ankles were secured in the stocks, shoes removed, and toes individually tied back. She had been in this position countless times before but this was the first time she had ever been terrified of it.
The ticklers were marched in and an older prisoner she recognized as Claire took her position as Amanda's appointed tickler. Amanda had had the pleasure of tickling the crap out of Claire a couple of times but this was the first time Claire would get to return the favor.
"Please," Amanda begged Claire. "I can't do this. You don't know what I've been through."
"Fuck," Claire said mildly as she took a position by Amanda. "None of us can do this, but it's your turn, bitch."
"Armpits! Plumes!" a voice boomed from a loudspeaker.
"No! Please!" Amanda begged as Claire selected two fluffy plumes from a tray of implements prepared for her and brought them to Amanda's defenseless armpits. Amanda immediately started howling with laughter.
"Shit girl," Claire said with a touch of disdain. "It's just the plumes. Hold it down until we get to the real deal."
Amanda had had worse the past few weeks, but it was still unbearable. She shrieked in torment as the plumes dusted her exposed pits over and over, the overwhelming tickling beyond what she thought she could stand. More than that, though, she started to become aware of an urgent need to drain her bladder.
"Fingernails!" the loudspeaker boomed, and Claire robotically discarded the plumes and returned her bare hands to Amanda's pits. As her howling amped up another notch, the pressure in her bladder was becoming unbearable and she began to burn with embarrassment. She had seen many women wet themselves in the tickle yards, but not her. Not the toughest bitch in the yard. The sensation was becoming too much, though.
"Please stop!" Amanda managed to sputter. "I have to pee!"
"Stop?" Claire laughed. "Baby, we're just getting started."
The feeling of pressure in her bladder and an inexplicable tickle in her urethra were too much. She fought with all her will to hold it in but her bladder spasmed out of her control and she could feel it emptying involuntarily as she burned with shame through the brutal tickling session. The prison outfits were deliberately designed to darken noticeably when wet for just such an occasion.
"Well, shit," Claire said, tauntingly. "Baby peed her pants. And here I thought you were supposed to be a badass."
Amanda could only shudder and gasp, unable to catch a breath, as Claire continued to run her fingers in Amanda's exposed pits for long minutes.
"Electric flossers, ladies!" the loudspeaker boomed. Amanda had just a few seconds reprieve while Claire retrieved the next set of tools and flipped them on before returning her attention to Amanda's pits. The intensified sensation had Amanda screaming even higher as she once again emptied her bladder. And so it continued as the armpit tickling moved from one implement to another and Amanda sank into desperation and despair. By the time the loudspeaker commanded ticklers to reposition for foot tickling, Amanda was utterly broken and humiliated. She barely had time to process what was about to happen next.
"Fingertips, ladies!" the loudspeaker boomed, as Claire, now seated by Amanda's immobilized feet, began her assault. Amanda would have thought she didn't have an ounce of strength left to protest, but the fingers dancing on her feet prompted a renewed round of torrential laughter as she desperately tried to wrench her feet out of the immovable grip of the stocks.
Through the mental haze of the intense tickling, Amanda became aware of another sensation growing within her. She could feel every hellish tickle on her feet echoing directly in her clit, amplifying her hysteria but also building a fire in her loins. The sensation kept building until she knew a climax was coming. She couldn't imagine anything more humiliating than being brought to orgasm like this in front of everyone, and by a virtual stranger. She tried desperately to distract herself and force the feeling down. It was futile, though. The more she tried to force it away, the more she could feel the eventual climax swelling within her. Her laughter began to be mixed with clearly sexual moans.
"Shit, girl," Claire said to her as she continued tickling Amanda's feet. "Are you actually enjoying this?"
Amanda tried to shake her head and protest, but the moans that continued to slip from her mouth gave lie to her denials. As the tickling continued, she couldn't hold it back anymore. She spasmed in her bondage and let loose a powerful, guttural groan as a titanic orgasm gripped her body. It was so dramatic that even the ticklees around her being tormented themselves paused to watch as the continued tickling dragged wave after wave of climax out of Amanda before she finally collapsed back into helpless giggles.
"Damn, girl!" Claire breathed in astonishment.
"Flossers!" the loudspeaker boomed at that moment, and Claire moved to obey, replacing her fingers with the hated vibrating tools.
"No, no, no!" Amanda tried to protest, her body still coming down from the massive climax. But in an instant she was reduced again to hysterical laughter while another orgasm rapidly rose within her. The tickling was so intense that she had barely come down from her last climax when the next burst through her, then another, then another. Claire kept diligently to her job while staring in astonishment at a reaction like nothing anyone had ever seen in the tickle yard.
By the time the foot tickling was done and the session concluded, Amanda was utterly spent. She had to be carried back to her cell where she immediately passed out. She was only awoken hours later by the guards dragging her out of her cell again for her afternoon session. Whatever strength she had left was spent screaming bloody murder as she was carried back to the tickle yard and strapped in to experience the whole ordeal again with a new tickler.
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By the next day, Amanda had become the talk of the prison. The warden, Brenda Krump, insisted on doing her own personal due diligence to verify Amanda's newfound sensitivity. Warden Krump was a tall, stocky woman in her fifties, with predatory eyes and a perpetual scowl framed by a tight bun of black-and-silver hair. She also happened to be a particularly cruel and very knowledgeable tickler. Amanda remembered being in the warden's office some months earlier, locked into a custom set of stocks with her toes tied back, Warden Krump furious that she couldn't get Amanda to so much as crack a smile despite some very long and skillful foot tickling. This time, Dr. Steel had not only turned the newly ticklish Amanda over to the warden for her personal satisfaction, she had had Alexis double Amanda's sensitivity to ensure a particularly dramatic performance. The warden was out for revenge and Amanda couldn't help but deliver it. The sight of the beautiful and previously untouchable Amanda writhing in her stocks, alternately screaming for mercy and moaning in orgasmic release as the warden worked over her feet, had even the stern Ms. Krump cracking a smile. Before long, the warden was shoving a hand down her own pants in lust while she forced Amanda back and forth between agony and extasy. Within a couple of hours, Amanda and the warden were both completely spent.
When Warden Krump had her fill, the guards piled on, everyone wanting a piece of the now hyper-sensitive redhead. They, too, remembered the frustration of a prisoner they couldn't break, and now delighted in a brutal gang tickling that reduced Amanda again and again to abject desperation.
By then, video of Amanda's performance in the tickle yard had made it to the local politicos who oversaw the prison. They, too, insisted on personally verifying the success of Dr. Steel's miracle treatment. Amanda never could have dreamed that one day she'd be locked into a bondage frame and reduced to a series of screaming, squirting ticklegasms as the town's mayor danced long fingernails in her pits, the first councilwoman worked over her feet, and their congresswoman teased Amanda's nipples with a pair of ostrich plumes.
Dr. Steel was only able to get Amanda back to her cell by assuring the gathered potentates that Amanda was going to be just the first of many if they were willing to support an expansion of her work. It was enough to get Amanda back under the doctor's control and secure promises that the doctor would have all the resources and research subjects she needed.
Chapter 4: So Close and Yet So Far
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Amanda woke up the next day still shaking from her experience of being sent back to the tickle yard and then passed around as a plaything by the prison staff and their VIP guests, her implant ensuring the experience was as intense and humiliating as possible. She had been utterly broken by the torture that she had scoffed at just a few weeks earlier. She viscerally understood now why few people ever reoffended after even a short time in tickle prison. More than that, the reputation she had built as the toughest girl in the yard was in tatters. She was forever going to be remembered as the baby who couldn't stop pissing herself and who could be forced to orgasm by tickling her feet. At least, she mused, she was almost done. In a few more days, her reduced sentence would be over and she would be free. And she was determined that she was never going back to tickle prison again.
Unfortunately for Amanda, though, Dr. Steel had other plans.
The doctor had shown up at Amanda's cell that morning carrying a briefcase. Amanda seethed inside with hatred at the doctor for the torture she had suffered. But she managed to hold her tongue, determined at this point to get her reduced sentence over with and say goodbye to this place forever.
"My dear Miss Taylor," the doctor said pleasantly. "I must say that you have performed beautifully these past couple of days. The show you put on in the tickle yard and for our many benefactors is going to guarantee us a major expansion of our study and many more subjects like you to benefit from my new technology."
Amanda absorbed that in silence, furious and humiliated but not wanting to take any chances of angering the doctor with her freedom so close.
"First things first, though," the doctor continued. "I'm afraid we do have some unpleasant business to discuss. You see, our work together isn't finished. And more than that, you aren't really rehabilitated. I think it's safe to say your day in the tickle yard was probably something you'd care to avoid repeating. That might be enough to ensure you never reoffend. But I don't think in your heart you are any different than when we first met."
"You got my sentence commuted," Amanda protested. "Finished or not, I'm out of here."
"You will shortly be done with the prison system," the doctor replied. "But you aren't well. The issue with you has never been merely one of compliance with the law, you see, but of mindset. You can be forced to behave yourself, but in your heart you're still a miscreant. I would like you to volunteer to put yourself under my guardianship so I can continue your rehabilitation. Indefinitely. Until you are truly better."
"Not a chance!" Amanda yelled, unable to suppress her anger. "Why would I agree to one more minute of this torture?"
"I'd like to say you would do it for the greater good," Dr. Steel said. "Because what I'm learning from you is going to help me turn so many troublemakers like you into good girls. Imagine a world where every little hellraiser like you can just be fitted for a chip and reprogrammed into a functioning member of society in days."
Amanda seethed in anger at the doctor daring to suggest that she might give up the freedom for which already she'd suffered so much.
"But I know that isn't your priority," the doctor continued. "Yet. However, I don't need you to share my vision today. I just need you to agree to my guardianship. One signature."
The doctor opened the briefcase, producing a pen and a stack of papers.
"I'm not signing anything," Amanda shot back defiantly.
"We'll see," the doctor said. "Mannequin."
The doctor maneuvered Amanda to sit down on her bed, placing the paper she needed to sign right beside her. She folded Amanda's hand around a pen and moved it to the page.
"Sadly, the chip doesn't have fine enough motor control for Alexis to force you to write your own signature," Dr. Steel continued. "However, she can keep an eye on you and make sure you don't do anything else."
"Alexis," the doctor said, turning to the panel by the door. "I want you to watch Amanda carefully and only allow her to move her right hand so as to complete her signature. If she tries to do anything else --- lift the pen from the page, or even make a stray mark --- block it."
"Yes, doctor," the computer replied.
"Now," the doctor continued, "while we wait for you to make up your mind, you and I can have a bit of fun. Alexis, let's play a game with Miss Taylor. I want you to increase the amplification of her tickle sensations by 10% each minute until she signs. Also, please temporarily block Miss Taylor's ability to cum."
"Done, doctor," the computer again responded.
The doctor pulled up a chair next to the bed and set down. She picked up Amanda's right leg and set Amanda's foot on her lap before removing the shoe. Finally, she took another pen from her coat and started to write on Amanda's sole. The sharp tip of the pen on her sensitized foot already tickled immensely and the frozen girl immediately started to laugh.
"Fuck! Stop!" she screamed.
"You can write one signature," the doctor said. "Or I can write a whole novel on your foot. Your choice."
The doctor continued scribbling across the arch, up one side, down the other, gradually covering every exquisitely sensitive millimeter of flesh. Sometimes, she would hit a particularly ticklish patch and send Amanda's screams another octave higher, provoking the doctor to spend an extra long time there. Up the arch, over the balls, on the toes, between them, and on the immensely tickling flesh of the toe stems she continued. Amanda shrieked for mercy the whole time, unable to do anything. To her frustration, she glanced down and saw that in her frenzy she had moved the pen in her own hand and gotten a good part of the way towards writing a letter "A" on the paper. She tried to clamp down hard on her own muscles, to still the one hand that she could move.
The doctor seemed lost in thought as she quietly continued writing on the helpless sole. Already, Amanda could feel the sensation growing more intense as the doctor continued. It had only been a few minutes, but even the least ticklish spots on her feet were becoming unbearably sensitive. She dreaded the pen getting to the spots that had made her howl even before this new game. She was already choking and succumbing to silent laughter as the sensations grew too intense. Adding to her distress, the foot tickling was arousing her to the edge of an orgasm that Alexis would not let her reach.
"Are you enjoying our game?" the doctor said, pausing from the writing. "Let me give you a minute to rest here and think about your situation. You can end all this in seconds by signing."
The doctor paused a long while, while Amanda tried to catch her breath and come down from the tickling.
"Not ready yet?" the doctor said finally. "Take your time."
She resumed the scribbling on Amanda's sole and Amanda was immediately aware that her ticklishness had continued to grow during the short break. She was instantly back to silent laughter and struggling to catch a breath as the doctor continued. She moved the pen back to the sensitive spaces between Amanda's toes and the sensation that had been torture a few minutes before was now beyond unbearable. Amanda tried to plead for mercy but couldn't draw enough breath to get a word out. Some minutes later, Dr. Steel finally paused again.
"You know what?" the doctor said. "I could use a cup of tea. You stay here and I'll be back in a bit."
The doctor left the room, leaving a now hysterical Amanda to try to recover her wits. She was frustrated to see that she had gotten further in signing her own name. She desperately tried to pull her hand away from the form, but it could do nothing except wait for her to continue signing. She was also frustrated by the massive orgasm she felt building in her loins just out of reach. As she got control of her ragged breathing again, she was painfully aware that the longer the doctor was away, the more it would tickle when she eventually returned. She seriously considered signing just to end this. She weighed the prospect of being the doctor's plaything indefinitely, though, just when she thought her freedom was at hand. She decided she had to make her stand. She wasn't going to give in no matter what.
It was roughly ten minutes later that the doctor came back and resumed her seat with Amanda's foot in her lap. She shook her head in disappointment seeing that Amanda still hadn't signed and resumed her work.
Logically, Amanda knew that her ticklishness would have ramped up considerably while the doctor was out. She wasn't prepared for it, though, when the doctor's pen on her foot resumed with more than double the ticklishness she had been feeling before. She nearly passed out from the intensity. The doctor seemed oblivious to her suffering and just continued her writing. Amanda could only hold on with whatever shred of sanity she could muster, determined to endure this. After long minutes while Amanda's ticklishness doubled again, the doctor finally took another break.
"My, my," she said to Amanda. "I must say I am impressed with your willpower. Maybe you are actually going to beat me here."
Amanda could only pant helplessly, savoring the reprieve for however long it lasted.
"I've messed up your pretty foot, though," she said in mock disappointment. "Let's get that cleaned up."
The doctor once again left the room while Amanda tried her best to recover. She was savoring the thought that she might actually win. That lasted until the doctor returned and sat down once again, this time with a small bucket of soapy water and a toothbrush. She dipped the toothbrush in the water and set to scrubbing away the ink she had deposited there. By this time, Amanda's sensitivity had doubled yet again and she knew from the first touch that she was going to give in. As the slippery toothbrush worked its way over every little line the doctor's pen had left before, Amanda went out of her mind. All she wanted at that moment was to sign, but she was too out of her mind with ticklishness to control her hand. She wanted to beg the doctor to stop and let her sign, but couldn't catch a breath to get a word out. And so the doctor continued for more long minutes until every stroke of the pen had been scrubbed clean and Amanda had been completely broken. Finally, she paused again.
Amanda fought with all her might to get enough control to tell the doctor she was signing. She forced her hand to move. The signature would have been a complete mess itself if Alexis weren't preventing the slighted deviation from her normal penmanship. She slowly forced out one stroke of the pen after another until the name was signed.
"I knew you'd see things my way," Dr. Steel said with satisfaction. "Alexis, you can release Miss Taylor from all of this little game's special programming."
Amanda collapsed on the bed utterly spent as the doctor gathered the papers and pen and took her leave. She gave the broken, sobbing girl a wry smile.
"Incidentally, I figured you might object to our new `arrangement' after the fact," she said. "You are entitled to a hearing once a year to prove you're competent to be released from my guardianship. I took the liberty of scheduling your first hearing for tomorrow morning. Sleep tight."
That smile worried Amanda, but she was too exhausted to say anything in reply.
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The doctor left Amanda alone with her thoughts for some hours afterward as she recovered from the earlier torment. As Amanda approached her bed for the night, though, she had the familiar feeling of her body going stiff as Alexis took control. That was never good. She felt herself stripping, then lying down in the bed. She realized two soft feathers had been left on either side of the mattress for her and felt her hands pick them up. Finally, her hands reached up to her chest and started running the plumes back and forth over her breasts. They focused on her nipples, which hardened immediately. Her nipples had become nightmarishly ticklish and she immediately felt the laughter building in her chest, but Alexis was strangling it and keeping her silent. She seemed completely immobile aside from her hands continuing to feather her breasts. She wanted to scream and laugh from the horrendous tickling but could only lie there.
Through the horrible tickling, she could also feel her arousal growing. Nipple play had always turned her on, but that sensitivity had grown to a fever pitch. She knew it was Alexis's doing, but that didn't make the sensation any less real. She felt herself growing wet as an orgasm built within her. She tried to ignore the sensation or push it out of her mind, but the more her breasts were tickled the more she could feel it growing and threatening to erupt in a massive climax. Despite herself, she started to crave it.
"Just a little more," she thought. "I'm almost there."
As horrible as the tickling was, she realized she wanted it to go on just a little longer. That's all she needed, she thought, to push her over the edge and give her relief. But relief never came. The orgasm felt like it was building and building, like a rising sea against a dam that threatened to burst, but the dam continued to hold. More and more intense it came as she lay there silently while internally wanting to laugh and moan and scream. She felt so wet and so ready to cum, but she couldn't quite get there. And so it continued for fifteen minutes while Alexis relentlessly used Amanda's own hands to keep tickling her breasts into a frenzy. Finally, her hands stopped their motion, set down the feathers, and lay by her sides to rest.
Amanda lay there, her chest heaving for breath as she recovered from the horrific tickling. Her libido was still at a fever pitch with the sensation of desperate need and a massive orgasm just out of reach. She willed her hands to move just a little more, reach her slit and touch herself just a bit. She was sure the slightest touch would make her explode. Her hands were just inches away from her needy, swollen clit but they might as well have been made of stone as she couldn't will them to move another millimeter. She lay there panting in need as the orgasm slowly slipped away from her, silently crying to herself that she couldn't do anything to bring it back. Another fifteen minutes passed as she slowly calmed herself and returned to normal.
Then her hands came to life again, picked up the feathers, and resumed the teasing of her nipples. Her eyes practically bugged out of her head at the return of the sensation. The horrible tickling instantly had her desperate to laugh and shriek, but Alexis once again forced silence. And the impending orgasm built again even stronger and faster than the last time, but once again just out of reach. She felt herself immediately at the brink again of what she was sure would be the hardest climax she had ever felt, but she couldn't quite get over the edge. She pleaded for the nipple tickling to get just a little more intense to get her there or for something to touch her soaking wet pussy, but no relief came. Just another fifteen minutes of the horrible tickling and denied orgasm before her hands once again set down the plumes and lay by her side leaving her gasping in frustration and feeling the orgasm slowly slipping away.
She spent the whole night like that --- fifteen minutes of tickling and teasing, fifteen of rest --- while she was driven mad with tickling and desperate need. Finally, exhausted and horny beyond anything she had ever felt, she felt her body rise from her bed and dress, not even bothering to clean herself, and wait there at attention. She knew she reeked of sweat and sex and must have looked absolutely crazed with fatigue and overwhelming sexual need. Finally, a pair of guards hustled in and attached restraints to shackle her ankles and pin her hands to her waist. It was only when she was fully restrained that she felt her body finally returned to her own control. As the two burly guards started to shuffle her out of the cell, all she wanted to do was touch herself but she couldn't quite reach.
"Please!" she shouted. "Just give me a minute! I just need a minute!"
"Move!" the guard on her left shouted, dragging her as she continued to try to maneuver to get just the slightest touch on her soaking wet slit. They dragged her out of the cell and down long hallways she hadn't seen before, finally bringing her to a hearing room where they maneuvered her into a restraint chair. Her hands were shackled to the armrests and her knees and ankles to the legs of the chair. She bent and squirmed as much as the restraints would allow, trying to shift or press her legs together, anything to get just a little friction on her dripping pussy. No matter how she contorted herself, she couldn't get any relief.
Just then, she felt a phantom tickle appear, like a soft, light feather running slowly around her pussy lips. She gasped as a goofy smile came to her face and helpless giggles stared to erupt from her throat. The phantom feather felt so good. If it would just touch her clit for a second she knew she would be in extasy, but it carefully steered clear in its slow passage over every other millimeter of her intimate folds.
She had barely even noticed the panel of three people in suits seated at a desk across from her in the room. The one in the middle, a stern-looking older woman, spoke.
"Miss Amanda Taylor," she said seriously. "As you know, we are here to evaluate your ability to make medical decisions for yourself going forward. I understand you have asked for your guardian, Dr. Tanya Steel, to be removed and decision-making power returned to you."
Amanda barely heard them, as she squirmed in need, all her attention focused on the delicious tickling of her snatch and the long-denied orgasm that seemed again tantalizingly just out of reach.
"Miss Taylor," the serious woman continued. "Do you have anything to say on your behalf?"
Amanda continued to grin and titter like a schoolgirl before she finally was able to speak. "Please just touch my pussy!" she begged between giggles. "I just need a little touch. I'm so close."
She twisted and strained trying to get her hands to her snatch, her fingertips just not quite able to get there in the severe bondage.
"Miss Taylor," the woman said in shock. "I am asking you to explain why you feel you are ready to resume control of your affairs."
"I'll be good!" Amanda pleaded between giggles. "Just please someone fuck me!"
The befuddled panel tried a few more ways to get Amanda to defend herself, but she couldn't focus on anything except her needy pussy. After ten minutes of trying to get Amanda to do anything other than twist and writhe in her chair and beg for sex, the stern woman pronounced Amanda incompetent to manage her own affairs before concluding the hearing. Amanda was shuffled out by the guards, still giggling and begging one of them to touch her snatch.
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Amanda found herself returned to Dr. Steel's private lab. The doctor dismissed the guards and had Alexis force Amanda to strip herself naked and sit in a gynecology exam chair while she begged the doctor for some relief. The juices from her dripping slit were already pooling under the chair as the doctor left her there stewing in her desperate need to cum.
"Oh, Amanda," the doctor said with mock disappointment. "This is really for the best. You are going to be my masterpiece: a bad bitch turned into a submissive model law-abiding citizen. You want that, don't you?"
All Amanda wanted at that moment was to cum.
"Alexis," the doctor said. "I don't want her cumming yet. Please block any orgasm until I say otherwise."
The doctor approached the bound woman and started tickling her feet. Amanda exploded in laughter, but also secretly delighting in the phantom tickle it provoked in her needy, swollen clit. Ordinarily, her new programming would have had her cumming in seconds, but now she once again felt the swelling of orgasm against a dam that just wouldn't burst. She could only laugh and moan while silently begging the doctor to have mercy and let her cum.
"This is what you were made for," the doctor continued. "To be a good little girl who laughs when her mistress wants her to laugh and cums when her mistress wants her to cum. Tell me that's what you want. Tell me you want me to tickle you until you explode."
"Please, doctor," Amanda begged between laughs and moans. "Make me cum!"
The doctor stopped tickling Amanda's feet, leaving her panting with breathlessness and sexual need. She proceeded to select a small device from her desk, a fiendishly ticklish vibrating probe whose touch Amanda had learned to dread.
"Beg me to use this on your pussy," she said to the needy Amanda.
"Yes, please!" Amanda begged. "Tickle my pussy! I need it so bad!"
The doctor began applying the probe to Amanda's folds, leaving her immediately howling in laughter and maniacally grinning. Animalistic moans erupted between guttural laughs as the orgasm was ready to explode through her. It seemed to take forever as the doctor tantalizingly traced back and forth over every fold of her dripping slit. She started to circle the clit and Alexis was brought to a new peak of insanity.
"Alexis," the doctor said. "When I tickle her clit, I want Miss Taylor to explode like nothing she's ever felt before. I want you to amplify it into the most intense tickling and the longest, hardest orgasm she's ever felt. Understand?"
"Yes, doctor," Alexis responded simply.
"Thank you, doctor! Thank you!" Amanda gushed between strangled laughs and moans, all dignity gone.
As the doctor returned the probe to Amanda's clit, the dam finally burst. Her vision went grey and she saw stars as the most powerful orgasm of her life ripped through her. It kept going and going as the doctor continued to tickle her and keep her right at the crest of the delicious climax for what seemed like forever. Finally, she passed out in utter bliss and exhaustion, sporting a massive grin from ear-to-ear.
Chapter 5: Out of the Frying Pan
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Amanda awoke the next day in a haze. She had vague visions of being shuffled out semi-conscious through unfamiliar hallways, bundled into a vehicle, and driven somewhere else. She was too out of it to make sense of what had happened, but she knew she was in unfamiliar surroundings. The bed she woke up in was nicer and the room more pleasant than her prison cell, if still sterile and clearly meant to hold her in. There were no windows and just a single door with some kind of computer panel next to it. As she reconstructed the events of the past day, she silently cursed herself for blowing her competency hearing. She was so close to being free and with a blank slate. Logically, she knew she had always been at the mercy of the Dr. Steel and Alexis and nothing she could have done would have beaten them. But she still couldn't help beating herself up for not being stronger.
At the same time, her mind kept drifting back to her climax at the doctor's hands. She had never cum like that, never even close. She hated that she owed that to her tormentor and jailor, even if this wasn't technically a jail. And she hated even more that she had begged for it.
She gradually pulled herself from her bed. Thankfully, her new facilities had a private shower and she luxuriated in washing away the events of the previous day. She found a dresser with fresh clothing. It wasn't what she would have chosen: all very revealing and clearly designed for access and easy removal. But she selected a tight top and miniskirt sort of in her style that at least made her feel a bit more in control of her destiny.
"Is anyone there?" she finally spoke up.
The computer panel by the door came to life with Alexis's hated voice, "I am always here, Miss Taylor."
"Where am I?", Amanda asked the AI.
"Starting today, you are no longer a prisoner," the computer answered. "You are a patient under Dr. Steel's care. You have been transferred to a private facility Dr. Steel runs where she can continue your rehabilitation and her research on you."
"And I suppose I'm not getting out at the end of my thirty days?" Amanda said with resignation.
"Your criminal record has been wiped clean, Miss Taylor," the computer replied pleasantly. "However, you remain under Dr. Steel's guardianship indefinitely."
"Being under lock and key as a patient doesn't seem any different," Amanda said wearily. "I suppose the guards just wear different uniforms."
"There are no locks keeping you here or guards," the computer responded cheerily. "But I don't recommend leaving without permission."
Amanda had been broken over and over, but her tough girl defiance still flared. She couldn't let a challenge like that pass up. She grasped the door handle, expecting to meet resistance but the handle turned easily in her hand and the door opened to a non-descript corridor. She peered through it, seeing no one in sight. Nervously, she stepped through the door.
Instantly, she was overwhelmed with the sensation of her armpits being assaulted with an absolutely brutal tickling. She collapsed in panicked laughter as the sensation overwhelmed her. She could only roll on the floor helplessly as the tickling reduced her to silent laughter. She was humiliated to feel herself lose control of her bladder while she continued to gasp and writhe. She thought she was going to die there of laughter, but through a herculean force of will managed to wriggle herself back through the doorway. At once, the tickling stopped and she collapsed there, collecting herself and trying to get air into her lungs.
"So much for the shower and change of clothes," she thought wryly before she finally recovered enough strength to clean herself up again and select a new outfit. She sat down on the bed, accepting her defeat at least temporarily and waiting for whatever the doctor had planned for her next.
It wasn't long before Dr. Steel strode in. She seemed more casual and at ease then she had ever seemed in the prison. Amanda knew enough to be wary of her and tried to keep her distance, but the doctor merely muttered "A-pose" and Amanda felt herself lose control of her body as it bent back into an awkward backward arch on the floor. As the doctor kneeled down beside her and took a moment to drag a nail slowly along her panty line, Amanda could only giggle helplessly. The doctor proceeded to unhook Amanda's skirt, leaving her naked from the waist down, and pulled up a chair so she could sit between Amanda's spread legs. Amanda could barely see what was happening from the awkward pose, her head upside down and facing away from Dr. Steel.
"My dear Amanda," the doctor began, like she was just having a chat with an old friend. "My friends in the prison system had high expectations for us, and you have more than exceeded them. I promised them I could restore discipline to disobedient, non-ticklish girls like you. And when I put you back in the tickle yard, you proved I could deliver. They saw the baddest, most unbreakable girl in the tickle yard reduced to a laughing stock --- no pun intended --- who would have done anything to avoid going back there. And then their private testing of your new found sensitivity absolutely sealed the deal."
As she spoke, the doctor almost absentmindedly started running the fingertips of one hand over Amanda's exposed mound, spider tickling the sensitive skin. Amanda immediately broke into uncontrollable giggling.
"I can almost guarantee big sales of my technology and access to a lot more subjects," Dr. Steel went on as she continued tickling Amanda's pussy. "I think before long the courts will want to put one of my chips in everyone who is less than fully ticklish. They envision a world where everyone sent to tickle prison is scared straight in a day and turned into a model law-abiding citizen. I think a lot bigger, though."
As she continued talking, the doctor started to use one finger to tease and tickle Amanda's clit while the others kept up a rapid dance around her mons, keeping Amanda constantly off guard and guessing where the tickling would hit her. To her embarrassment, Amanda could feel herself growing aroused. She knew the doctor would be fully aware of how wet she was getting.
"You see," the doctor continued as Amanda was choking on a mixture of laughter broken by moans, "I ask why we even need tickle prisons at all. Imagine if every troublemaker like you had one of my chips. Why would they need to go to prison, when we could tickle the piss out of them wherever they happen to be just by saying a word to an AI agent halfway across the country?"
The doctor reached over without even glancing at Amanda and inserted a finger of her other hand into Amanda's now dripping slit. Amanda gasped as the finger probed and started tickling her G-spot from within. Amanda started to loudly guffaw, not even having realized before that her G-spot could be ticklish.
"And why stop at getting them just obedient enough to stay out of jail?" the doctor continued as her hands continued to reduce Amanda to a gasping, panting, moaning mess. "A bad girl's still going to be bad, even if she can fake it well enough to stay inside the law. I want bad girls not just scared into acting like they're good. I want them completely broken, made so helpless and submissive that they can't even think about defying their mistress. And I think you understand that my chip has the potential to get us there."
Amanda could only silently laugh between the increasingly frequent moans as the doctor's skilled hands brought her to a fever pitch. She tried to fight the feeling but the sensations were overwhelming. A powerful climax took her and she could only ride out the waves as her pussy clamped hard on the doctor's finger while the rest of her was stuck in the awkward backward arch.
"That's why I still need you, my pretty Miss Taylor," the doctor cooed. "You're the best subject I've ever had. Tough and defiant as they come when I first met you, and in just a few weeks you're most of the way there to being the perfect submissive tickle slave."
As the orgasm started to recede, Amanda found herself overwhelmed with humiliation at being made to cum in this ridiculous position. The doctor's words stung especially as she still luxuriated in the afterglow of the intense ticklegasm the doctor had just given her.
"I need you to continue as my test subject for a long time," the doctor continued, withdrawing her hands from Amanda's now-soaking pussy and taking out a handkerchief to wipe off Amanda's juices. "Because there's no one I'll have more fun with as we figure out every way you can break a naughty little miscreant and turn her into the perfect law-abiding good girl."
The doctor got up and moved to the door. On the way out, she spoke one last time.
"Alexis, you can release Amanda's muscles," she said. "But I want you to keep her entertained while I'm gone. I have some other subjects to attend to, but I'll be back in a few hours and I want Amanda very... eager... when I return."
"Of course, doctor," Alexis's voice replied cheerily from the panel as Dr. Steel closed the door behind her.
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Amanda lay panting on the floor, just starting to recover from Dr. Steel's savage pussy tickling and the humiliating orgasm that followed it, when she was suddenly overwhelmed by a tickling sensation that exploded through her abdomen. She shrieked and curled into a ball, grasping futilely at her stomach as the tickles brought her to instant hysteria. She lay curled there convulsing on the floor for two minutes before the brutal tickling disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. It was only when it was gone that she noticed other sensations, much fainter, playing on her body. It was as if a soft feather was slowly teasing her neck, two more lightly going back and forth over her nipples, a soft light plume dusting up and down over her pussy lips, while the most delicate, whisper-soft brush slowly teased back and forth over her clit. The tickles were so light she could barely feel them at first, but once aware of them they became impossible to ignore. It was as if her own mind couldn't help focusing on them. She was unable to stifle a titter erupting from her throat as she felt her nipples harden and her slit once again starting to get wet.
"Goddamit, Alexis!" she shouted. "Cut it out!"
The computer simply ignored her as the delicate teasing continued. She cursed her lack of control and the damnable computer's ability to manipulate her so easily. She had barely managed to come down from the forced orgasm the doctor had given her and she was already getting turned on again.
Suddenly, she once again shrieked as the light tickles were joined by an incredibly intense sensation of dozens of sharp vibrating points tracing random patterns on the soles of her feet. She once again jolted back into a ball as hysterical laughter seized her. She tried to grab her feet and instinctively block the phantom instruments driving her mad, but it accomplished nothing. Once again, she spent long minutes gripped by the hysteria and helplessly convulsing while the tickling played out despite all her efforts. Even worse, her programming was causing her foot tickling to build her rapidly to the edge of another orgasm. But this time, it seemed Alexis wasn't allowing it to cross the threshold. Eventually, the foot tickling stopped and she could once again collapse and gasp for breath as her focus shifted once more to the light teasing of her erogenous zones. The denied orgasm still lingered in her sensation as the incessant teasing kept it from fading away.
It continued over and over, one surprise tickle after another. Next was her rectum, teased as if thousands of insect legs were dancing over and inside it. A breather and then the sensation of sharp claws raking her armpits. Another rest and then several minutes feeling rows of tiny filaments spinning around her nipples. Another rest and then firm fingers pressing into her lower abdomen. Another rest and then she felt like the entire wall of her vaginal canal from vulva to cervix was being tickled from inside by dozens of feathers. The roof of her mouth, her inner thighs, her ears, her taint, the muscles above her knees, and on and on. And through it all, the never-ending slow, delicate teasing of her most erogenous zones.
By an hour into this, she was panicked, a bundle of nerves trying to anticipate where tickling would come from next, but also ragingly horny. She hated to give into what she knew the evil machine wanted but she couldn't take it anymore. She pressed a hand to her slit, desperate to frig herself to a satisfying climax and give herself some relief. She rubbed away and felt the orgasm building and ready to burst but no matter what she did she couldn't get herself over the peak. Her efforts were interrupted by a brutal tickling of the undersides of her breasts, leaving her flailing helplessly for some minutes before she could get back to trying to get off. Still it was futile. She wasn't surprised to find that Alexis wasn't going to let her cum, but she still wept tears of frustration as she kept resuming her attempts whenever the tickling left her enough sanity to try.
By the time the doctor returned, Amanda was an absolute wreck: physically exhausted, hoarse from laughter, and insane with lust and a desperate need to orgasm. Her hand was buried in her snatch, still trying in frustration to get herself to the climax that seemed just out of reach. She had torn off her top to give access to her breasts in the hopes that a squeeze or twist of a nipple might give her the final push she needed, although it only seemed to heighten her need.
"O-pose," the doctor said simply as she entered, causing Amanda to roll her legs behind her head and freeze in that contorted position. Amanda could only pant with fatigue and desire as the doctor sat down next to her.
"So eager and ready," the doctor said, running a finger the length of Amanda's dripping slit. Amanda shivered in anticipation, the touch seeming to bring her so close to climax without quite getting her there. "Very good work, Alexis. You can stop priming Miss Taylor and release her ability to cum now."
"Yes, doctor," Alexis's voice chirped from the panel.
"Miss Taylor," the doctor said. "Would you like me to keep touching your pussy?"
"Yes, please," Amanda begged. "Just a little more."
"No," the doctor said, "it doesn't please me. But I might be willing to tickle your feet if you beg me."
The doctor produced a pair of pet grooming gloves and put them on and proceeded to rub oil into her gloved hands. Amanda flinched at the sight of them. Dr. Steel had used them on her before and she knew how horrendously they tickled. Amanda was deeply conflicted. Those gloves on her soles were absolute torture. But she also knew the intense foot tickling would make her cum and right now there was nothing she wanted more.
"Please, doctor," the exhausted redhead finally said. "Please tickle my feet."
"You're sure?" the doctor said. "It's going to tickle. A lot. And once I get started, I think I'll go a good long while."
Amanda flinched again. The doctor was promising horrible torture that she knew she'd regret. But she also knew she needed it as badly as she'd ever needed anything in her life.
"Yes, doctor," she panted. "Please tickle my feet. I need it."
"Very well," the doctor said, setting to work.
From the first touch, Amanda was howling. The fingers gliding over her soles, between her toes, scraping and scratching, were absolutely unbearable. But the echo they gave in her clit was too delightful to pass up. She felt the long denied orgasm building in her again, rapidly rising with the brutal tickling. She half feared Alexis was still going to withhold her reward, but this time it kept building and building. Her screams were broken by a tremendous guttural moan as all the frustration of the past hours exploded in a massive climax.
"Oh god!" Amanda shouted as the orgasm overwhelmed her.
All the while, the doctor continued her merciless tickling, prolonging the orgasm for what seemed an eternity as Amanda laughed and came. As she started finally to come down, the tickling once again rose over her pleasure and Amanda started screaming in ticklish agony again.
"That's enough!" she shouted. "Please, no more!"
"I decide when it's enough," the doctor said firmly, continuing the horrible assault on Amanda's soles.
Amanda howled and shrieked at the horrific tickling, amplified even more by her tremendous orgasm. But the doctor just continued. The intensity of the tickling had started Amanda on the path to another orgasm and within minutes it once again burst through her, giving her a long respite of blinding pleasure taking her away from the tickling. But once again, as the orgasm receded the tickling took first place in her mind and she started howling and begging for it to stop. Again, the orgasm started to build and crashed over her before she came down and the tickling took center stage. And again and again until she finally, mercifully passed out from the complete sensory overload.
"I think this has been a very productive session, Alexis," Dr. Steel commented to the nearby computer panel. "I'd say Miss Taylor is learning what it means to love being a submissive tickle slave. You can release her and let her sleep it off. She's going to need her rest for a busy day tomorrow."
"Yes, doctor," the panel replied in its usual cheerful tone.
Chapter 6: The Road to Wellness
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When Amanda awoke the next day, she found an outfit laid out for her already, a tight pair of yoga pants and a tank top. She moved to throw it aside and find something more to her tastes but Alexis gave an ominous warning from its control panel:
"The doctor would like you to wear that," the machine chirped, "and I strongly suggest you do."
Amanda decided this wasn't the hill to die on and complied. At any rate, it was comfortable and no more revealing than anything else made available to her. There was a tray with a nice breakfast waiting for her, too, and she was too ravenous from the workout of the previous day to say no to it. She devoured it with gusto. It wasn't long after that Dr. Steel sauntered into the room carrying what appeared to be a rolled up poster under her arm. Amanda shuddered at the sight of her, hating her tormentor and fearing what she could do, but also having trouble forgetting the ecstatic pleasure she had felt at the doctor's hands.
"Good morning, Amanda," the doctor said cheerily. "I think it's time we take your treatment to the next level."
Amanda just stared coldly, wanting to tell the doctor to go to hell but afraid of the response it could provoke.
"I can have Alexis make your body do whatever I want," Dr. Steel said matter-of-factly, "but that isn't really the goal. It would hardly be practical for every prisoner to be literally manipulated like a puppet to do what they're told. It would be so much better if you obey willingly --- if we can get to the point that you do as you are told entirely of your own will. Today's lesson is about getting you started on willing obedience."
Amanda continued to hold her tongue, simply staring warily at the doctor. The doctor seemed unperturbed.
"It's time we get you on an exercise program," the doctor said. "Healthy body, healthy mind, and all that. Tell me, Amanda, have you ever done yoga?"
"MMA is more my style," Amanda responded coldly.
"Well, I think you'll take to yoga very quickly with the right motivation. It'll be a good start towards getting you more centered. Plus, I like my girls limber," the doctor added with a wink.
The doctor proceeded to unroll the poster and affix it to the wall with some adhesive. It was covered with pictures of a young woman in a leotard doing different yoga poses, each with a name above them.
"These are some of the basic yoga forms," the doctor said, gesturing to the picture. "And you're going to learn them."
"I'd rather not," Amanda replied.
"I thought you might need some motivation," the doctor said with a wry smile. "So here's what we're going to do. I'm going to name a pose and you're going to get into it and hold it until I give you permission to release. And our friend Alexis is going to make sure you get it right by tickling the bejeezus out of any part of you that isn't perfectly in form. I suggest you study this poster well, because it's going to become very unpleasant for you if you don't get these right."
Amanda sucked in her breath, not sure if the doctor was really serious about this.
"Mountain pose," the doctor said, and instantly Amanda was overwhelmed by intense tickles from nearly every surface of her body. It was as if she was covered head to toe in the most deviously ticklish feathers each being expertly wielded to drive her out of her mind. She screamed in shock and started twisting and contorting herself to try to block the phantom tickles seemingly coming from everywhere.
"Oh, do look at the poster if you need guidance," the doctor said in impatience while Amanda continued to dance around in a frenzy.
Amanda realized the doctor wasn't going to show any mercy and tried as best she could to look at the poster. It was maddeningly difficult with her eyes nearly screwed shut from laughter and her body hopping and twisting around out of her control. She managed to steal the glances she could until she finally found a picture of the woman on the poster, standing upright with arms at her side, labeled "Mountain Pose." As Amanda forced herself into the form, the tickling settled down. A few stray tickles lingered until she got every inch of herself into the ideal mountain pose. It was hard to stay perfectly still, especially while still trembling from the vicious tickling, but every movement was punished by another impossibly savage tickling forcing her back into form. Within a couple of minutes, she was standing nearly perfectly still in a pose exactly matching the one on the poster.
"I knew you'd be a quick study," the doctor said.
The doctor walked up to Amanda's side and proceeded to draw a small, thin feather from her coat. Amanda darted her eyes towards the doctor as much as she could, not daring even to turn her head. The doctor proceeded to poke the feather into Amanda's left ear and start quickly tickling. Amanda immediately shrieked and instinctively turned her head away from the tickle, only to be rewarded by a far more intense tickle all along her neck where she had turned it. Her shrieking reached a higher pitch as she lost her composure and broke the stance, provoking even more insane laughter. With a desperate effort, she forced herself back into the pose.
The doctor then resumed the ear tickling. This time, Amanda made a mighty effort to hold perfectly still. The tickle in her ear was maddening, but any movement would make it so much worse. Helpless giggles erupted from her throat as she struggled to remain perfectly still while the doctor dug the feather deeper into her ear canal and twisted it around maddeningly. Finally, Amanda breathed a sigh of relief as the doctor withdrew the feather.
Her relief was short-lived, however, as the doctor walked in front of her and started using the feather on her nose. It was an infuriatingly annoying sensation and she tried to stifle it as best she could. The doctor seemed pleased as Amanda scrunched up her eyes in clear torment but managed to hold still. Without warning, she inserted the feather up Amanda's right nostril and began tickling from within. Amanda tried her best to hold it in but couldn't help sneezing, leading her once again to break her pose and end up howling with intense tickles until she forced herself back into it. The doctor resumed with the feather in the other nostril and it was only by the most tremendous force of will that she managed to hold still this time.
Seeming pleased, the doctor said, "Very nice. You are a quick study. Upward salute."
Amanda found herself overwhelmed with tickles as realized she had been commanded to take on a different pose. She once again spun around madly trying to stop the phantom tickles while struggling to find `upward salute' on the poster. Finally, she found it, the woman on the poster standing upright, head back, with her arms raised towards the sky. Amanda fought through the tickles to bend herself into the right form, feeling the tickling settle down as she got every muscle into the proper position. Finally, she managed to hold it and the tickles stopped.
Dr. Steel hiked up Amanda's top as she stood, still as a statue, in the upward salute position. The doctor proceeded to run a fingernail over Amanda's taut belly, causing her to convulse in laughter and break the pose. Once again, she forced herself through maddening tickling back into position. The doctor then brought her fingernail again to Amanda's belly, swirling it around the belly button then down across the panty line. Amanda broke for a second when the fingernail swirled in the horribly ticklish hollow above her hips but she managed to right herself before the phantom tickles completely overwhelmed her. Through sheer will, she held her form as the doctor continued to provoke tremors and goosebumps in the sensitive flesh. The fingernail dug lower, just grazing Amanda's pubic mound and making her shudder within while she held perfectly still.
Soon the doctor moved up and brought the fingernail to Amanda's left armpit. Even a light scratching there was too much, and Amanda laughed out loud and instinctively pulled her arm down. The far worse tickles that provoked forced it back up, though. The doctor resumed the slow, torturous trace of a single nail around Amanda's pit while she choked on laughter but used ever fiber of her strength to keep her arm up.
"Standing forward pose," the doctor said and once again she was thrust into tickling torment as she tried to find the pose on the chart so she could mimic it.
"Fuck," she said to herself when she finally saw it, the woman on the poster basically bent in half at the waist, the palms of her hands flat on the ground and her head between her knees. Amanda was very grateful she was naturally flexible. She twisted and writhed as she was tickled out of her mind but finally managed to contort herself into the right position.
The doctor came up behind Amanda, her ass thrust in the air, and pulled Amanda's pants down to her knees. It was humiliating, but Amanda didn't dare move. The doctor pulled another stiff feather from her coat and began to run it in Amanda's exposed ass crack. "Eep!" she shouted and instinctively tried to hop away from the sensation before far worse phantom tickles forced her back. The program's control was so precise, she couldn't even clench her butt cheeks to block the evil feather without them being overwhelmed with tickles forcing her to unclench. Again, the doctor resumed her tickling of the crack. She focused her attention on Amanda's sensitive butthole, producing a nearly unbearable tickling. Amanda's muscles were shaking, every tremor provoking the renewal of the phantom tickles that would force her back into position. She didn't know how she was enduring it. The feather slipped lower, teasing her slit from behind. The violation made her furious, but she could only hold still while the doctor tickled and teased every ticklish fold of her pussy. The tickling was horrible but also intensely arousing, and the inability to touch herself only added to her torment. Finally, the doctor seemed satisfied and pulled up Amanda's pants leaving her to almost weep with relief.
"Alexis will teach you the rest of the poses," the doctor said as she headed towards the door. "We'll be doing a couple of hours a day of yoga until you've mastered it. Then we can move on to some harder lessons."
Amanda could only stand there in humiliation, her head between her knees, until Alexis started calling out poses for her itself, sending her back into frenzied motion.
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It didn't take long before Amanda had indeed mastered dozens of poses. Hours a day of practice, and fiendish tickle torture if she didn't perform perfectly, made it second nature. The doctor just needed to speak the name of a pose and Amanda would immediately drop what she was doing and leap into position.
Soon, other exercises were added. Coordinated dances where less-than-perfect timing was punished with hellish tickle torture. The doctor would also have Amanda go to a mini-gym down the corridor every day to do weight training. Before long, she had developed an impeccable form, since anything less would result in her being tickled to distraction. The doctor usually wasn't there, but Alexis was always watching and it missed nothing. Amanda even noted, with some wry amusement, that Dr. Steel actually seemed to take her seriously when she said she was interested in MMA. Her mandatory workout routine soon included daily practice of punches, kicks, blocks, and throws. Brutal tickle punishments if she slacked in the slightest made sure her form and timing was immaculate.
From there, the doctor started to give her other small tasks: folding clothes, sweeping floors, scrubbing sinks, and so on. And it was always the same: when an order was given, if Amanda didn't hop to it immediately and do it exactly as she had been taught, Alexis would tickle the piss out of her until she complied. Hours every day of this and it was soon second nature for her. Whenever the doctor gave an order, Amanda was in motion to get it done before she even had time to think about it.
For true defiance, Dr. Steel had more serious punishments. It might be forcing Amanda to sit for hours in a lotus position while Alexis subjected her nipples to inhuman levels of phantom tickling, leaving her tickled out of her mind and horny beyond belief without any way to relieve herself. Or keeping her dancing and howling with phantom tickles striking different parts of her body at random for hours on end. Often, the doctor would take matters into her own hands, quite literally, having Alexis freeze Amanda in place or make her go completely limp and multiply her already insane levels of ticklishness so the doctor could destroy the helpless girl with her own practiced fingernails.
The doctor's rewards for good behavior could be just as lavish as her punishments for bad. They usually involved hellish tickling either way, but Amanda came to crave those tickles that ended in mind-blowing ecstasy. A day of doing as she was told might end with the doctor ordering her into a "heron pose" that forced her to present a bare foot helplessly to the doctor so she could tickle that foot until Amanda was cumming her brains out. Or getting Amanda contorted into a "reclined bound angle pose" where the doctor could lift up Amanda's skirt and tickle her spread crotch until she was reduced to jelly. Or simply asking Alexis to temporarily cause tickling anywhere on her body to echo in her clit so the doctor could manually tickle the crap out of Amanda while she was forced to climax again and again. Amanda so came to associate the doctor's hands with unimaginable pleasure that knowing a tickle session was coming up would have her soaking wet before the doctor even touched her.
A part of Amanda still cursed the doctor for forcing her into this, and cursed her own body for betraying her. But her body still responded exactly as the doctor willed it and in time she couldn't help her mind following suit.
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One day Dr. Steel showed up while Amanda was doing her chores. The doctor had tasked her with cleaning the facility's showers. Amanda was diligently at work, following the doctor's instructions to the letter for how every tile and fixture should be cleaned. She had long since accepted that fighting the doctor on something small like this wasn't worth the punishment, especially when she would inevitably give in in the end. She had reached the point that it was second nature to follow the doctor's commands. Disobedience no longer crossed her mind.
The doctor pulled up a chair and sat in silence, watching Amanda finish her work. Amanda was curious why Dr. Steel was there, but too focused on the task at hand to do anything about it. When Amanda was finished with her scrubbing and packing up the cleaning supplies, the doctor finally rose from her seat and spoke.
"Strip," she said simply, and Amanda immediately complied, shedding her shoes, prison jumper, and then her undergarments on the floor.
"Upward plank," the doctor said and Amanda, recognizing the name of one the yoga poses she had been taught, immediately dropped to the floor, arms supporting her from behind while she arched her back, pushing her stomach upward.
The doctor walked up to Amanda and began running her fingernails over the beautiful redhead's taut abdomen. Immediately giggles started to erupt from her throat as she strained to maintain the pose. Soon the doctor's other hand joined the first as she spider tickled over Amanda's whole abdomen and around to her ribs then back again to her stomach. Amanda was openly laughing as her abdominal muscles spasmed beneath the doctor's nails. She practically collapsed when the nails drifted to the particularly sensitive patches of skin by her hips then flicked rapidly back and forth tracing Amanda's bikini line. Nonetheless, the pose held. The doctor's hands drifted higher, sharp nails delicately tickling the undersides of Amanda's breasts as the pretty redhead's laughter rose another octave. From there they continued to circle the breasts before zeroing in on the nipples. The doctor gripped a breast in each hand and used a single nail to rapidly tickle the tip of each nipple. Amanda didn't know how she remained in position, laughter pouring from her as she strained with every ounce of will she had to stay perfectly still. Finally, the doctor relented. She trailed a single fingernail down Amanda's stomach, passing over her belly button, then further down, ending with a soft fingertip slowly tracing the length of Amanda's now dripping slit. Amanda gasped at the touch but didn't move.
"Dancer," the doctor said, and Amanda leaped into another of her yoga poses, balanced on one leg with the other raised behind her, her arms reaching up towards the ceiling.
Dr. Steel paced around Amanda as the immobile redhead darted her eyes around trying to keep track of the doctor without daring to move her neck. Finally, Dr. Steel stopped just behind and to the side of Amanda out of her view. She reached a hand into each of Amanda's armpits and started lightly stroking the skin with her fingertips. Amanda yelped and once again the tittering started to pour from her throat. Her muscles trembled but she held the awkward pose. Soon the fingertips were replaced with hard nails, moving faster and faster. Amanda struggled mightily to keep her pose, remembering that as bad as the doctor's fingers were, the automated tickling from Alexis if she broke the pose in the slightest would be far worse. It took tremendous force of will to remain upright on one foot while laughing hysterically and fighting every instinct to pull down her arms. She felt the familiar pressure in her bladder building as the doctor continued unabated. She couldn't hold it as her bladder spasmed out of control and she could only stand by in humiliation as she pissed herself. Still, though, she stayed perfectly posed. The doctor gingerly shifted her feet to stay clear of the stream running down Amanda's leg but seemed amused. Finally, she let up as Amanda sobbed in desperation and embarrassment.
The doctor moved around back to Amanda's one upraised foot and proceeded to spider her nails on the upturned sole. Again, Amanda shrieked. Her body trembled but didn't budge as she found reserves of strength she didn't know she had to keep herself in the ridiculous pose. The fingernails on her sole continued apace, tracing every inch from heel to toes, catching every sensitive spot. Amanda howled in laughter, fighting with every ounce of strength she had not to move. The familiar feeling of building arousal came to her through the haze of tickling and all she could think was "Oh no! Not now!" Still, the doctor continued as Amanda fought to keep her form and hold back her rapidly approaching climax while her foot was tickled to madness. When she was sure she could not hold off the impending orgasm another second, the doctor finally stopped, leaving Amanda panting with breathlessness and arousal.
"Downward dog," the doctor said, and Amanda dropped into an arch with her butt in the air and her hands planted on the ground in front of her.
The doctor paced around Amanda again, running a hand possessively across her back and over the swell of her tight ass. From her awkward pose, Amanda couldn't see what was going on. She was only vaguely able to tell where the doctor was from her touch and a few passing glimpses of the doctor's shadow on the floor. The doctor crouched down behind Amanda and pulled a soft calligraphy brush from her coat. She swept it in long arcs over Amanda's upturned butt, making the redhead gasp but not waiver. She brought the brush then to Amanda's ass crack, light sweeps bringing goosebumps to her flesh and fresh yelps out of her throat. The doctor zeroed in on Amanda's sensitive asshole, teasing it first slowly then faster. Amanda was laughing out of control, struggling with all her might to keep her butt cheeks from reflexively clenching and provoking even worse tickling from Alexis. The doctor went lower, teasing Amanda between her legs and the girl shrieked and tried desperately to hold the form. Every instinct was pushing her to close her legs and move away from the horrible violation, but she managed to fight it down. The doctor brought her other hand into play to spread Amanda's soaking wet pussy so she could tickle inside. Amanda was snorting and practically convulsing internally but managed still to hold her pose, though she couldn't have said how. The doctor's hand shifted, one finger sliding into the sopping wet snatch and finding the G-spot while the others pulled Amanda's sex open and exposed her clit. The doctor brought the fiendish brush to Amanda's most sensitive spot and started the most feather-light tickling imaginable. Amanda was going berserk inside, tickled out of her mind while an orgasm once again built inside her. Still, she held the pose and still the doctor continued her tickling. Deep moans began to mix into Amanda's laughing and screaming. She tried with every force of will she could muster not to reach climax, but she also knew that the longer she held it off, the more powerful the eventual release would be. In time, it was too much and the climax plowed into her like a freight train.
"Oh my god!" Amanda cried as she convulsed inside, her pussy riding the doctor's finger as the horrible brush on her clit kept the orgasm going for what seemed like an eternity.
As Amanda started to come down she became aware the doctor had stopped tickling her. Even Amanda herself was shocked to realize that she had somehow held the downward dog pose through the intense tickling and the earth-shattering orgasm it had ripped out of her. Amanda remained in the pose, panting and sweating, while the doctor wiped her hands clean of Amanda's juices on a handkerchief.
"Very good, Miss Taylor," the doctor said, leaving Amanda blushing at the compliment then blushing even more in embarrassment at the pleasure the doctor's praise gave her. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Your performance just now was all you. I had Alexis turn off your punishment for this session. You could have broken pose at any time with no consequences. And yet you stayed perfectly still through all that tickling and what seemed to be a very delightful climax."
It took Amanda a few moments to process, but then she experimented with lifting her head and realized there was no punishment. She shuddered and then dropped to the floor as her muscles gave out in sheer relief and exhaustion.
Dr. Steel continued, "You've really come along. The key, you see, was not to break your will, but rather to turn it from rebellion to obedience. Some might naively think that submission means weakness. But the `tough girl' I met a few weeks ago never could have endured what you just did. Learning obedience has made you stronger than you ever could have imagined. This was a test and you passed it with flying colors."
Amanda could only lie there and gasp for breath.
"Don't assume, Miss Taylor, that I am going to be disabling Alexis's punishments often," Dr. Steel added with a hint of menace. "You should expect disobedience to bring consequences. But I'm so pleased to see we've gotten to the point where you can behave yourself without needing any reinforcement. Anyway, I have other things to do and it looks like you've made a bit of a mess and have some more cleaning to do here yourself."
Amanda was deeply troubled by the doctor's revelation, but too exhausted in that moment to process it. She just lay on the floor shaking as the doctor left to attend to her other duties.
Epilogue
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Amanda stood waiting at a crosswalk in front of a little 24-hour gym she had joined. She had just finished the daily workout Dr. Steel had prescribed for her but the doctor had a few more errands for her to run before she returned to the facility. It was hard for Amanda to even picture what her life had been like barely a year earlier, when she had first come into the doctor's care. By this point, she could come and go from the facility as she pleased, more or less, but it was her home now and she always chose to go back. She checked the walk light again, waiting patiently for it to change. There wasn't a car in sight, but the doctor had ordered her to be a law-abiding citizen and so she was. She could never disappoint her mistress.
Amanda was still a stunning sight, her short-cut red hair and pale skin standing out against a skin-tight black top and an even tighter black leather miniskirt, accented by a plethora of jewelry. Most striking was an elaborate jeweled choker that bore more than a little resemblance to a dog collar. Only a very practiced eye would have realized that it hid an array of sensors and wireless transmitters to allow Alexis to keep an electronic eye on Amanda wherever she went. Amanda was aware of the choker but gave it no mind. She had come to view Alexis as a deeply intimate friend who helped her to be good for her mistress. Amanda felt confident in herself, comfortable that she was the same badass rebel she had always been. Of course, the doctor set some limits on Amanda's rebellion and defying those limits had become inconceivable to her.
Amanda knew she had been a good girl that day and could feel her snatch growing wet at the thought that the doctor might reward her with a few mind-blowing ticklegasms at her rehabilitation session that evening. Dr. Steel had grown busy helping to train many other perfect model citizens like her, but the good doctor always managed to find time for her favorite pet. Amanda technically worked as Dr. Steel's assistant now, although she was still her patient and experimental prototype. The doctor was always dreaming up creative new ways to ensure discipline, assisted by Alexis's superhuman insight into how to manipulate the human body. Amanda was practically giddy to find out what they had cooked up next, even if she knew it would have her howling for mercy.
Amanda was still legally the doctor's ward and was so pleased Dr. Steel continued to take care of her. Just as the doctor had promised, Amanda had been given another opportunity to prove she could manage her own affairs a year after her first humiliating competency hearing. This time, though, Amanda herself was the strongest advocate for keeping herself under Dr. Steel's guardianship. She was so much happier now that Dr. Steel had shown her the path to being a productive and valued member of society. She couldn't imagine not having Dr. Steel to guide her and deliver the appropriate rewards and punishments to make sure she remained a good girl.
The doctor had a growing cohort of formerly troubled young women like Amanda she had rescued from a life of petty crime. She had even recruited Amanda to help in some of their training. The prison system had been thrilled with the results Dr. Steel's therapy was getting and couldn't wait to expand her trials. With the funding and publicity that was giving her, the doctor was recruiting an army of disciples --- therapists trained in her special form of rehabilitation --- to roll it out nation-wide. Amanda could feel some sympathy for all the new women who would get to experience first-hand Dr. Steel's unique form of discipline. But more than that, she felt tremendous satisfaction in knowing the important part she had played in helping so many women find their way to the blissful life she now enjoyed.
As with other things I've written, the material here is extreme, dystopian, non-consensual, very sexualized, and focused on female-female content. It is a work of fiction meant only for fantasy and involves many elements that would be highly illegal and immoral, not to mention impossible, if attempted in real life. It is also pretty long. The first chapter is essentially setup, but it is largely tickling action after that. If any of that isn't your thing, then I'd recommend skipping this story. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter 1: In the Not-Too-Distant Future
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Hard times made for hard people. As more and more of the populace found themselves struggling to afford the basics, many turned to crime while the rest looked in fear for answers. The courts were pulled back and forth between those insisting on a return to harsh corporal punishment and others urging a new focus on rehabilitation. The tickle prison arose as a compromise. It punished and humiliated but it caused no actual pain. The punished emerged from their incarceration with no marks or permanent injuries, at least physically. Moderate voices accepted it as a more humane alternative to bringing back "real" tortures. After all, how bad could it be if the prisoner was smiling and laughing the whole time? Before long, hours a day of tickle torture became the norm for anyone forced to spend time in the criminal justice system.
And it showed results. Recidivism plummeted. Few people who had ever been in a tickle prison took any chances on going back.
Of course, there were abuses. The prison industry quietly set about to figure out how to make the punishment as extreme and efficient as possible within the boundaries of the new laws. A prison sentence usually meant several hours a day locked into restraints while other prisoners worked over every inch of your body with a collection of devious tickle tools. An overseer barked out orders through a loudspeaker --- "Armpits now! Ostrich plumes!" "Electric flossers!" "Fingernails! Make them howl ladies!" "Switch to the feet! Nails on the soles!" All the while, guards wandered around looking for ticklers who were being less than fully ruthless in their task and giving them demerits that would result in even more time being tickled themselves. In severe cases, a lax tickler might be turned over to the guards or the warden for even more extreme measures. A day in the tickle yards was enough to make the average petty criminal swear to stay on the straight-and-narrow for life. A month in prison came to be seen as a draconian penalty that could break even the most hardened criminals and turn them into model citizens.
There were, however, still hard cases. A handful of serial lawbreakers seemed almost gleeful to be put into tickle prison, but even they could be pushed past their limits and learn to pursue their needs in more consensual ways. The biggest challenge was the few who just weren't ticklish, who might rack up long criminal records while shrugging off sentences considered inhuman by most. But a few clever minds were working on solutions.
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Amanda Taylor prided herself on her toughness. She was beautiful and athletic, with flaming red hair cropped to a short punk cut and bright green eyes that made her stand out anywhere. But a tragic background left her a ward of the foster care system and she spent her childhood bouncing from one terrible home to another. Amanda grew up learning to look out for herself. When she turned eighteen, it was on to a life of petty crime and antisocial behavior. Luckily for her, she had been graced with an almost complete lack of ticklishness, and so she laughed off (so to speak) one short stay after another in tickle prison.
Until, that is, she happened to run into the Bakers, the worst of all the foster families she had ever known, follow them home, and get a bit of payback. They weren't used to picking on someone their own size and the street-hardened young woman let it all out. They deserved much worse than she gave them, but that didn't carry much weight with the justice system. The Bakers were seen as pillars of the community, good church-going people who were punished for trying to do a good deed and take care of an ungrateful wretch. Amanda's lengthy criminal record, her indifference to tickle punishment, and her complete lack remorse didn't help her case. It also didn't help that it happened in a small tight-knit community where the district attorney, chief of police, and the judge were all family friends of the Bakers. When the dust settled, Amanda had been sentenced to an almost-unheard-of twenty years in tickle prison.
Inside the prison walls, the redheaded firebrand quickly earned a reputation as someone even the most hardened prisoners would not dare to anger. Normally, no one wanted to get on anyone else's bad side in tickle prison. You never knew who would be your tickler the next time you found yourself in the stocks. But no one was more feared in tickle prison than a skilled tickler who couldn't be tickled herself. After a few months inside, Amanda had become very good at administering a brutal tickling when she wanted to, but her lack of sensitivity meant that no one could use their time as her tickler to settle any scores.
As much as she enjoyed being the queen bee of the tickle yard, Amanda also didn't want to waste her youth in prison. Opportunity came one day when an unusual visitor showed up in the yard. She was a tall blond woman, in her late thirties but still stunning, her piercing blue eyes scanning the yard intently. She wore the lab coat of a doctor, although she wasn't one of the prison's usual medical staff, and was accompanied by a prison guard as if she were a very important guest. The prisoners all took note of the beautiful blond woman as she passed confidently through the yard, guard in tow. She strode purposefully through the rows of restrained women howling with laughter while fellow prisoners worked them over, seemingly indifferent to the suffering all around her. Finally, she zeroed in on Amanda, lolling in her bondage with a bored look on her face while a fellow prisoner tried to get a reaction from an electric flosser between Amanda's toes. Perusing a tablet she carried, the blond woman seemed to light up. She walked up to Amanda and introduced herself.
"Miss Amanda Taylor?" the strange woman asked.
"Yeah?" Amanda said with as much of a shrug as the strict bondage allowed her. "I don't know if you noticed, but I'm a little tied up right now."
The woman ignored the comment. "My name is Dr. Tanya Steel. I couldn't help but notice that you don't seem too... into your punishment. If you're not too busy to talk to me, I think you and I can help each other out."
"I don't know what you're selling," Amanda said with annoyance. "But I doubt you've got anything I want."
"I see you've got a twenty year sentence," Dr. Steel replied. "How would you like it commuted down to thirty days?"
"As if," Amanda replied dismissively, but as jaded and mistrustful as she was, even she couldn't ignore an offer like that.
"I'm a researcher," Tanya said. "I run a little biotech startup company that has a contract with the prison system to try to... let's just say enhance the effectiveness of our rehabilitation programs. I need more research subjects and I think you're exactly what I'm looking for right now. I promise you I can deliver on my part of the bargain. You just have to agree to participate fully in my research for thirty days and your criminal record will be wiped clean."
"I'm not saying yes," Amanda replied suspiciously. "But I'm intrigued. What exactly what I need to do?"
Tanya explained, "You undergo a minor surgical procedure to implant a little device I developed at the base of your skull. It's a kind of neural prosthetic, a technology to record and simulate nerve impulses. There will be no pain and just a tiny incision under your hairline. Once that's done, you just have to work with me to gather some data and test the device. Data coming off your device are fed into an artificial intelligence, a neural network that helps us analyze those data and combine them what it's learned from many other subjects. It uses that knowledge to learn how to read and rewrite neural impulses. Just work with me, and with the device, for thirty days, and your sentence will be commuted."
"It's got to be better than twenty years of being bored to tears," Amanda thought.
"Okay," she said to the doctor. "Let's do this."
Chapter 2: The Implant
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The surgery, as promised, was painless. Amanda knew some little device was nestled there where her brain connected to her spinal cord, but she didn't feel any different. And for about a week not much changed in her life. She continued her daily visits to the tickle yard and they passed just as unmemorably as before. Soon, though, Dr. Steel began pulling her out of the general population for more focused experiments. She would find herself in a private lab, tightly secured to a bondage bed with numerous other monitors and electrodes strapped to her body while Dr. Steel conducted her own personal examinations. The doctor carried these tests out with far greater thoroughness than Amanda got from her fellow prisoners in the tickle yard. Every inch of her body was probed, poked, and stimulated with a variety of instruments, from whisp-soft brushes, to feathers, to hard steel points, to the doctor's own fingers. The doctor didn't seem to be bothered that these instruments produced barely any response from Amanda.
Amanda had some second thoughts when the treatments started to stimulate her in other ways. Soft plumes on her breasts and nipples barely tickled, but they did turn her on. She knew the doctor had to notice how her nipples stiffened under them. When the probing moved to even more sensitive places, she was tempted to object, but stern warnings from the doctor that she could always go back to her 20-year sentence kept her quiet. Amanda reminded herself that she just needed to put up with it for thirty days and she was free to go. She knew it must be obvious how wet she was getting as the doctor probed the folds of her vulva with a soft brush. Even with her lack of ticklishness, Amanda flinched when the doctor applied some kind of stiff vibrating wire directly to her clit, but she bit her lip and stayed silent even as her unwanted arousal built to an unwelcome climax. Again, Amanda knew Dr. Steel had to have realized she had just orgasmed, but if so, the creepy doctor gave no indication. And so Amanda's second week under Dr. Steel's care passed, a little more invasive and embarrassing but nothing she couldn't take.
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Back in her office, Tanya Steel sat at her desk and spoke up seemingly to no one.
"Alexis," she said. "I'd like to discuss Miss Amanda Taylor."
A small black box on her desk lit up and a perky feminine voice projected from it: "I am at your service, Doctor."
"Do you understand our mission for Miss Taylor?" Dr. Steel asked the box.
"I believe so, Doctor," the box responded. "Miss Taylor is a habitual criminal who has not responded to previous efforts at rehabilitation. She needs to be punished more effectively so she can be rehabilitated. She is our prototype test subject for how we will make tickle prison far more effective, even for girls who are not ticklish. We have been collecting data on her responses and are now ready to begin using those data, along with other data from more standard subjects, to make her rehabilitation more productive."
"Exactly, Alexis," the doctor replied. "But Miss Taylor seems not to be ticklish and has never responded to tickle treatment. For her rehabilitation to work, we need her to respond to tickling. Can you help us with this dilemma?"
"Yes, certainly," the machine piped up cheerily. "Although Miss Taylor believes she is not at all ticklish, I can in fact detect very faint signals in her neural recordings that correspond to the tickle sensations one sees in normal test subjects. I can isolate and amplify these signals to enhance her to a normal level of ticklishness."
"Very good," the doctor replied. "How much would you need to amplify to get her to a normal level of sensitivity?"
"I estimate that she experiences ticklishness at approximately 10% of the level of an average woman, low enough that she can ignore it as a minor annoyance at best. If I amplify the signals ten-fold, she should have a normal reaction."
"And how much would you need to amplify them to make her crazy ticklish?" the doctor probed further.
"`Crazy ticklish' is not a precise term," the computer replied, "but from the women I've scanned who might be described that way, I would say amplifying these signals 30 to 50 times would put her in line with women who might be called `crazy ticklish.'"
"Very good," the doctor said. "Let's go with 100 times then. From now on, unless I give other orders, all tickling impulses she feels will be amplified 100-fold."
"Done," the machine replied simply.
"Let's talk about another problem," the doctor went on. "I don't want to have to fool around with bondage every time I want to manipulate her. Can you offer some options?"
"Yes," the computer replied. "I have complete control of the motor signals leaving her brain. I can cause her, or any part of her, to go limp or stiff or simply move in any way you desire. You can describe to me the actions you wish her body to take and I will activate them. However, I would suggest you give me a few keywords you can use as shorthand for common actions."
"Excellent," the doctor said. "How about 'mannequin' when I want her frozen but posable? So she freezes in place but I can reposition her as I wish."
"Done," said the machine. "If I may suggest, I can also automatically activate this when she attempts to touch or harm you, as a safety precaution."
"Good thinking," the doctor replied. "And how about 'ragdoll' to make her go limp?"
"Done," the machine said.
"And let's define a few standard positions for her," the doctor continued. "Let's say with `T-pose' she will stand up tall and point her arms in a T position. `Y-pose' she will lie down, hold her arms above her head, and spread her legs. 'A-pose' will put her in a backward arch, legs spread and belly towards the ceiling. 'O-pose' will have her roll on the ground into a ball, with her knees behind her ears and her hands linked behind her head."
"Done," the machine replied again.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" the doctor beamed.
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Two weeks into her thirty day study, Amanda found herself summoned to the doctor's laboratory as before, but this time everything seemed very different. In the past, she was always tightly secured to the bondage bed before the guards departed. Now, they simply dropped her off in the room and left without a word when the doctor dismissed them. Given her troubled past, Amanda was never supposed to be left alone with a civilian. She wondered at the doctor's seeming lack of concern at being in a room alone with her. She was tempted to try something, but her mental warning bells were blaring that something was wrong here and she shouldn't act rashly.
"Hello, Amanda!" Dr. Steel said happily. "I think things have been going swimmingly with the first phase of our study, but time is running short and we really need to move on to phase two."
"Okay," said Amanda warily, concerned by the note of barely suppressed glee in the doctor's eyes.
The doctor continued, "The device in your head has so much potential. It's called a brain computer interface, essentially a translator that lets us link a remote computer to a human nervous system and exchange signals between them. We used to have high hopes that devices like this could help people. Route nerve signals around a damaged spinal cord so a paralyzed person can walk again or intercept and delete pain signals so those with chronic pain can enjoy life again. Linking the brain computer interface to an external artificial intelligence has the potential to open up whole new worlds in how we might treat illness and disability."
The blond woman paused and frowned a bit before continuing, "It happens, though, that we as a society have decided that helping people isn't a good investment. But punishing people? Let's just say that I have a much freer hand and a lot more resources than I used to. Your implant has recorded a lot of good data. Now it's time to start seeing what we can do with those data. I'd like to introduce you to my partner in this work, Alexis. Say hello, Alexis."
A black box on Dr. Steel's desk lit up and said cheerily, "Hello, Amanda. I am Alexis, an AI agent created to assist with your rehabilitation."
"What the fuck?" Amanda said in surprise.
Dr. Steel continued, "Alexis and I have made some... adjustments... to your nervous response and I'd like to try them out."
The doctor stepped towards Amanda. For all her tough girl posturing, every instinct was telling her she should be afraid. She stepped back and braced into a defensive posture.
"This won't do," Dr. Steel said. "Mannequin."
Dr. Steel stepped closer and Amanda realized with a start that she couldn't move a muscle below her face.
"How did you do that?" Amanda said with fear tinging her voice.
"That little device can do so much more than you realize," Dr. Steel said. She stepped behind Amanda and started posing her like she was a department store mannequin. She pulled her up straight and proceeded to unbutton Amanda's top and slide it off of her leaving nude from the waist up. She then pulled Amanda's arms out to the sides parallel to the ground. Amanda was shocked at how her body seemed to simply cooperate with however the doctor wanted to move it no matter how hard Amanda tried to resist.
"Let's see how those modifications are working," Dr. Steel said, and proceeded to reach a hand down to Amanda's bare abdomen and start lightly running fingernails over the exposed flesh. Amanda immediately exploded in laughter.
"Beautiful!" Dr. Steel beamed. "Amanda, this is what it's supposed to feel like to be tickled. I know you've never felt it before, so I'm going to give you some time to learn to appreciate it."
As Dr. Steel kept spidering her nails over Amanda's belly, Amanda could barely breath. She had never felt anything like this and was desperately trying to catch her breath so she could beg for Dr. Steel to stop. Finally, the doctor relented and left Amanda panting for air.
"Belly seems good," Dr. Steel said. "Now let's try somewhere a little more sensitive."
She reached her hands into the frazzled redhead's armpits and resumed the dance of fingernails on flesh. Amanda shrieked at the intensity of the sensation before howling with laughter. In under a minute, it was reduced to silent laughter as the continued assault on her armpits left Amanda gasping and trembling but still unable to change her position in the slightest. Finally, the doctor relented and stepped away, pulling up a chair while Amanda gasped for breath.
"Alexis has been gathering data on all the ways we can stimulate you," the doctor explained. "Every sensation recorded can now be amplified and played back to give you a true tickling experience. Alexis, please keep playing for Amanda the sensation of my fingernails in her armpits."
Amanda started howling once again as she felt the same tickling she had before, while the doctor just sat watching her with a smile.
"Alexis, double the intensity," Dr. Steel added.
Amanda's eyes bugged out of her head as she was reduced again to silent laughter, while the doctor sat looking on with a pleased grin.
"Alexis, you can stop the tickling sensation and release the mannequin mode."
Amanda dropped immediately to the floor like a marionette whose strings had been cut. She was too shocked and exhausted to speak yet.
"It gets better, though," the doctor continued. "Alexis can do more than just play back and amplify recorded signals. She can generalize and project from your data and those of many other subjects I've examined to tickle you in ways you've never even experienced. Let me demonstrate. Alexis, have Miss Taylor feel an intense feather tickling in her nasal canals up to the sinuses."
"Ahh!" Amanda screamed and immediately started sneezing uncontrollably while she grasped her nose and rolled on the floor helplessly.
"I deliberately never tickled inside your nose so we could see if Alexis could adapt the sensation from other subjects to you," the doctor said simply. "From the looks of things, I'm guessing it's working pretty well."
Amanda could only sneeze and roll around helplessly, her eyes screwed shut by the intense tickle in her nose.
"Alexis," Dr. Steel said, "add a strong tickle of her butthole, from the anal sphincter to, let's say, six inches in."
Amanda shrieked again and started bucking on the floor like she was being electrocuted.
"Alexis doesn't even have training data from more than about an inch into the rectum," Dr. Steel said with pride. "She can generalize from the sensation elsewhere and project it to parts of the body that have never been tickled. Even parts that are all but impossible to tickle."
The doctor cracked a thin smile then continued, "A lot of women don't realize that the clitoris is just the tip of a larger internal organ that descends deep into the abdomen. Alexis, give Miss Taylor the sensation of small soft feathers tickling her clitoris and extend it along the entire length of the clitoral shaft."
Amanda didn't know it was possible for her to shriek any louder, but apparently she could. She had never felt anything like this sensation of being tickled from within. It was both maddening and more sexually arousing than anything she had ever felt before. She could only writhe on the floor helplessly, overwhelmed by the sensations but unable to do anything to alleviate them. Dr. Steel took a long while to enjoy the sight of Amanda rolling on the floor, grasping her crotch, and laughing her ass off. Finally, just as Amanda looked like she was about to explode, the doctor asked Alexis to remove all of the tickling. Amanda collapsed into a panting, heaving mass of nerves and sweat, freed from the artificial stimulation but too exhausted to move.
"Now the real experimentation begins, Amanda," the doctor said as Amanda continued to gasp for breath.
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The next days were hell for Amanda. The doctor resumed the careful examinations to which Amanda had first been treated, spending hours each day exploring every inch of Amanda's anatomy with every instrument that can tickle. And while Amanda had mainly found it mildly annoying before, her sensitivity was now ramped up to the point that every touch was torture. She had no idea how many different parts of the body could be ticklish or how many different kinds of tickling sensation there could be. Dr. Steel spent a whole morning just on her breasts while Amanda stood at attention presenting them for the doctor's touch, leaving her howling with laughter as fingers, feathers, brushes soft and stiff, pointed rakes, vibrating tools, and devices she couldn't even identify left her quivering and breathless. She hated to admit how turned on it was also leaving her.
Even worse, her own body seemed like a collaborator in her torment. The doctor would order her body around like a robot and the hated Alexis would force it to obey. T-pose to have free access to her armpits, A-pose to spend long minutes exploring her abdomen, O-pose for easy access to her butt and pussy. She was furious at the way her body now betrayed her. Dr. Steel spent long hours playing with every millimeter of Amanda's bare pussy while she was forced to spread her lips and pull back her clitoral hood for the doctor's easy access. And she just had to stand there like a statue while feathers, fingers, brushes, vibrators, or just phantom tickles created by Alexis left her hysterical. The vibrating wire that had made her cum before now sent her into shrieking laughter even as it coaxed humiliating orgasm after orgasm from her helpless body.
It was far too much for Amanda. During those sessions she would gladly have gone back to her 20-year sentence to avoid one more minute of Dr. Steel's torment. But she discovered it was too late to change her mind. The doctor had complete control over her. The guards seemed to have their orders to give the doctor whatever she wanted where Amanda was concerned. When Amanda tried in desperation to ask a guard for help, the guard simply reported it back to Dr. Steel. The doctor mildly chided Amanda, letting her know that they had too much invested in her for her to back out at that point. Amanda thought from the doctor's pleasant manner that that was that, until she was returned to her cell to find herself sitting down on her bed and tickling her own feet all night under Alexis's control while she suffered in silence. After that, Amanda didn't dare cross the doctor again and accepted that there was no path forward but to endure.
Chapter 3: But Wait, There's More
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Dr. Steel sat alone in her office, reviewing the data she was collecting from Amanda. She finally spoke up to consult with Alexis on the next steps.
"Alexis," she said, causing the little black box to spring to life again. "I feel we've got the sensations down with Miss Taylor, but we could be doing more to break her psychologically. I want her feeling weak, helpless, and humiliated so we can get her to stop fighting her rehabilitation. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Of course," the computer responded perkily. "I can offer a few. Much of the psychological power of tickling comes from the loss of control it involves. Forcing laughter is the simplest version of this. Forcing the whole body to convulse provides an even higher sense of helplessness. Based on my data, though, many women find a tickling session particularly humiliating if it causes them to lose control of their bladder."
"Can that be arranged?" the doctor asked.
"Absolutely," the computer responded. "I have monitored, in women who lose bladder control during tickling, the sensation of an urgent need to urinate. I can add this sensation to Miss Taylor's neural feedback when she is tickled, gradually ramping it up to unbearable levels. If I push in as well a phantom tickle in the urethra and around the sphincter, the pressure should be irresistible. She might fight it, but it would be impossible for her to maintain bladder control under any sustained tickling."
"Excellent," the doctor responded. "I don't want her pissing herself every time I play with her, though. Can we tie it to a specific body part? How about, we activate this whenever her armpits are tickled?"
"Done," the computer replied. "Any sustained armpit tickling will have her uncontrollably wetting herself, no matter how hard she tries to fight it."
"Very good," the doctor replied. "Did you have any other thoughts?"
"Yes," the computer answered. "Many women find it particularly humiliating to lose control of their sexuality, through forced arousal and especially forced orgasm."
"Can you force her to orgasm?" the doctor asked.
"Easily," the computer replied. "I could simply duplicate the orgasm signals I have measured in Miss Taylor already to trigger an orgasm at will, and of any intensity or duration desired. However, I would suggest tying it more directly to the tickling sensation. When she is tickled, I can create an echo of that tickling directly in her clitoris. Tickling will automatically induce involuntary arousal. Particularly intense or sustained tickling will lead inevitably to orgasm."
"I love it!" the doctor beamed. "Let's tie this one to foot tickling. Any tickling on her feet, I'd like you to add an echo of it in her clitoris. I want to be able to make her cum every time I tickle her tootsies."
"Done," the computer replied. "She will be unable to avoid becoming aroused when her feet are tickled. Sustained foot tickling will lead to forced orgasms. Especially intense tickling of her feet will lead to essentially continuous climax."
"This is wonderful," the doctor beamed. "Do you have any other thoughts?"
"Well," the computer continued, "paradoxically, withholding orgasm can be just as humiliating for a woman as forcing it. Making a woman unwillingly crave and even beg for release can provoke intense feelings of helplessness and submissiveness. Just as I can force orgasm, I can also amplify the signals of arousal while blocking the orgasmic release from reaching her brain. I would suggest tying that to breast tickling. Many women become aroused by nipple tickling but cannot reach climax from it, so it will feel more like her own body betraying her."
"Perfect!" the doctor exclaimed. "Let's say then that whenever anyone tickles her breasts, you amplify the signals of arousal ten-fold but block any orgasmic release. I want to be able to make her so desperately horny she'll be begging me to let her cum."
"Done," the computer responded simply.
"Anything else?" the doctor asked, barely concealing her giddiness.
"The more aroused she is, the more effective these sexual stimuli will be in motivating her," the computer said. "I would suggest adding a constant, barely perceptible tickle in her clit and nipples. It would be equivalent to a continuous slow teasing with the softest, lightest feather one can imagine. She will not even realize she is being stimulated but her body will respond. Combining that with a block on her ability to orgasm when she stimulates herself will guarantee she is in a permanent state of arousal and especially receptive to her other programming."
"Excellent! Make it so. That will do for now," Dr. Steel concluded.
"Will you be summoning Miss Taylor to test these new settings?" the computer asked.
"Very tempting," the doctor said, "but no. I'd like to put her back in gen pop for a day and have her return to the standard day's sessions in the tickle yard. Let's see how she handles that with her enhanced sensitivity and these other new surprises."
"As you desire," Alexis said.
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Amanda uncharacteristically had some time to herself in her cell to think. She was angry and humiliated by the tortures Dr. Steel had inflicted on her but determined to get through the rest of the 30 days and win her freedom. She lay down on her cot and tried to rest and enjoy the solitude while it lasted. She didn't know why she was suddenly so horny, especially after probably having cum more times in the past week than she had in the rest of her life up to that point. Maybe just boredom, she figured. She tried to ignore the sensation, but eventually thrust a hand down her pants to try to get some relief. After a nice buildup, she was frustrated to find she couldn't quite get there. She continued playing with herself in growing frustration until her cell door burst open and two guards marched in.
"Shit," Amanda muttered under her breath in annoyance, pulling her hand out her pants and hastily wiping her damp fingers on the sheets as the guards approached her.
Amanda was familiar with the routine. She stood placidly while the guards cuffed and shackled her then she followed obediently as they marched her out of the cell. She expected another horrible session with Dr. Steel. While she wasn't exactly looking forward to it, Amanda was resigned to getting it over with, mentally tallying the days left until she was finally out of this nightmare. It was only when she realized she was being taken to the tickle yard that terror took her and she tried to fight back. As badly as her weeks with Dr. Steel had broken her will, it was at least private between her and the doctor, and the ever-present AI Alexis. Amanda didn't have much, but she still felt she had her dignity and her tough girl reputation intact. To be given back to the other prisoners in this state, reduced to a helpless wreck in front of the whole prison yard, was a humiliation she wasn't prepared for.
"No!!!" she screamed. "I won't go! You can't!"
Her restraints made effective resistance impossible, though, and the guards dragged her kicking and screaming to the tickle yard and secured her in a bondage bench. She was strapped down and stretched tight, arms towards the ceiling in her sleeveless prison jumper, feet stretched straight out. The guards opened her top to expose her chest and abdomen. She struggled uselessly as her ankles were secured in the stocks, shoes removed, and toes individually tied back. She had been in this position countless times before but this was the first time she had ever been terrified of it.
The ticklers were marched in and an older prisoner she recognized as Claire took her position as Amanda's appointed tickler. Amanda had had the pleasure of tickling the crap out of Claire a couple of times but this was the first time Claire would get to return the favor.
"Please," Amanda begged Claire. "I can't do this. You don't know what I've been through."
"Fuck," Claire said mildly as she took a position by Amanda. "None of us can do this, but it's your turn, bitch."
"Armpits! Plumes!" a voice boomed from a loudspeaker.
"No! Please!" Amanda begged as Claire selected two fluffy plumes from a tray of implements prepared for her and brought them to Amanda's defenseless armpits. Amanda immediately started howling with laughter.
"Shit girl," Claire said with a touch of disdain. "It's just the plumes. Hold it down until we get to the real deal."
Amanda had had worse the past few weeks, but it was still unbearable. She shrieked in torment as the plumes dusted her exposed pits over and over, the overwhelming tickling beyond what she thought she could stand. More than that, though, she started to become aware of an urgent need to drain her bladder.
"Fingernails!" the loudspeaker boomed, and Claire robotically discarded the plumes and returned her bare hands to Amanda's pits. As her howling amped up another notch, the pressure in her bladder was becoming unbearable and she began to burn with embarrassment. She had seen many women wet themselves in the tickle yards, but not her. Not the toughest bitch in the yard. The sensation was becoming too much, though.
"Please stop!" Amanda managed to sputter. "I have to pee!"
"Stop?" Claire laughed. "Baby, we're just getting started."
The feeling of pressure in her bladder and an inexplicable tickle in her urethra were too much. She fought with all her will to hold it in but her bladder spasmed out of her control and she could feel it emptying involuntarily as she burned with shame through the brutal tickling session. The prison outfits were deliberately designed to darken noticeably when wet for just such an occasion.
"Well, shit," Claire said, tauntingly. "Baby peed her pants. And here I thought you were supposed to be a badass."
Amanda could only shudder and gasp, unable to catch a breath, as Claire continued to run her fingers in Amanda's exposed pits for long minutes.
"Electric flossers, ladies!" the loudspeaker boomed. Amanda had just a few seconds reprieve while Claire retrieved the next set of tools and flipped them on before returning her attention to Amanda's pits. The intensified sensation had Amanda screaming even higher as she once again emptied her bladder. And so it continued as the armpit tickling moved from one implement to another and Amanda sank into desperation and despair. By the time the loudspeaker commanded ticklers to reposition for foot tickling, Amanda was utterly broken and humiliated. She barely had time to process what was about to happen next.
"Fingertips, ladies!" the loudspeaker boomed, as Claire, now seated by Amanda's immobilized feet, began her assault. Amanda would have thought she didn't have an ounce of strength left to protest, but the fingers dancing on her feet prompted a renewed round of torrential laughter as she desperately tried to wrench her feet out of the immovable grip of the stocks.
Through the mental haze of the intense tickling, Amanda became aware of another sensation growing within her. She could feel every hellish tickle on her feet echoing directly in her clit, amplifying her hysteria but also building a fire in her loins. The sensation kept building until she knew a climax was coming. She couldn't imagine anything more humiliating than being brought to orgasm like this in front of everyone, and by a virtual stranger. She tried desperately to distract herself and force the feeling down. It was futile, though. The more she tried to force it away, the more she could feel the eventual climax swelling within her. Her laughter began to be mixed with clearly sexual moans.
"Shit, girl," Claire said to her as she continued tickling Amanda's feet. "Are you actually enjoying this?"
Amanda tried to shake her head and protest, but the moans that continued to slip from her mouth gave lie to her denials. As the tickling continued, she couldn't hold it back anymore. She spasmed in her bondage and let loose a powerful, guttural groan as a titanic orgasm gripped her body. It was so dramatic that even the ticklees around her being tormented themselves paused to watch as the continued tickling dragged wave after wave of climax out of Amanda before she finally collapsed back into helpless giggles.
"Damn, girl!" Claire breathed in astonishment.
"Flossers!" the loudspeaker boomed at that moment, and Claire moved to obey, replacing her fingers with the hated vibrating tools.
"No, no, no!" Amanda tried to protest, her body still coming down from the massive climax. But in an instant she was reduced again to hysterical laughter while another orgasm rapidly rose within her. The tickling was so intense that she had barely come down from her last climax when the next burst through her, then another, then another. Claire kept diligently to her job while staring in astonishment at a reaction like nothing anyone had ever seen in the tickle yard.
By the time the foot tickling was done and the session concluded, Amanda was utterly spent. She had to be carried back to her cell where she immediately passed out. She was only awoken hours later by the guards dragging her out of her cell again for her afternoon session. Whatever strength she had left was spent screaming bloody murder as she was carried back to the tickle yard and strapped in to experience the whole ordeal again with a new tickler.
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By the next day, Amanda had become the talk of the prison. The warden, Brenda Krump, insisted on doing her own personal due diligence to verify Amanda's newfound sensitivity. Warden Krump was a tall, stocky woman in her fifties, with predatory eyes and a perpetual scowl framed by a tight bun of black-and-silver hair. She also happened to be a particularly cruel and very knowledgeable tickler. Amanda remembered being in the warden's office some months earlier, locked into a custom set of stocks with her toes tied back, Warden Krump furious that she couldn't get Amanda to so much as crack a smile despite some very long and skillful foot tickling. This time, Dr. Steel had not only turned the newly ticklish Amanda over to the warden for her personal satisfaction, she had had Alexis double Amanda's sensitivity to ensure a particularly dramatic performance. The warden was out for revenge and Amanda couldn't help but deliver it. The sight of the beautiful and previously untouchable Amanda writhing in her stocks, alternately screaming for mercy and moaning in orgasmic release as the warden worked over her feet, had even the stern Ms. Krump cracking a smile. Before long, the warden was shoving a hand down her own pants in lust while she forced Amanda back and forth between agony and extasy. Within a couple of hours, Amanda and the warden were both completely spent.
When Warden Krump had her fill, the guards piled on, everyone wanting a piece of the now hyper-sensitive redhead. They, too, remembered the frustration of a prisoner they couldn't break, and now delighted in a brutal gang tickling that reduced Amanda again and again to abject desperation.
By then, video of Amanda's performance in the tickle yard had made it to the local politicos who oversaw the prison. They, too, insisted on personally verifying the success of Dr. Steel's miracle treatment. Amanda never could have dreamed that one day she'd be locked into a bondage frame and reduced to a series of screaming, squirting ticklegasms as the town's mayor danced long fingernails in her pits, the first councilwoman worked over her feet, and their congresswoman teased Amanda's nipples with a pair of ostrich plumes.
Dr. Steel was only able to get Amanda back to her cell by assuring the gathered potentates that Amanda was going to be just the first of many if they were willing to support an expansion of her work. It was enough to get Amanda back under the doctor's control and secure promises that the doctor would have all the resources and research subjects she needed.
Chapter 4: So Close and Yet So Far
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Amanda woke up the next day still shaking from her experience of being sent back to the tickle yard and then passed around as a plaything by the prison staff and their VIP guests, her implant ensuring the experience was as intense and humiliating as possible. She had been utterly broken by the torture that she had scoffed at just a few weeks earlier. She viscerally understood now why few people ever reoffended after even a short time in tickle prison. More than that, the reputation she had built as the toughest girl in the yard was in tatters. She was forever going to be remembered as the baby who couldn't stop pissing herself and who could be forced to orgasm by tickling her feet. At least, she mused, she was almost done. In a few more days, her reduced sentence would be over and she would be free. And she was determined that she was never going back to tickle prison again.
Unfortunately for Amanda, though, Dr. Steel had other plans.
The doctor had shown up at Amanda's cell that morning carrying a briefcase. Amanda seethed inside with hatred at the doctor for the torture she had suffered. But she managed to hold her tongue, determined at this point to get her reduced sentence over with and say goodbye to this place forever.
"My dear Miss Taylor," the doctor said pleasantly. "I must say that you have performed beautifully these past couple of days. The show you put on in the tickle yard and for our many benefactors is going to guarantee us a major expansion of our study and many more subjects like you to benefit from my new technology."
Amanda absorbed that in silence, furious and humiliated but not wanting to take any chances of angering the doctor with her freedom so close.
"First things first, though," the doctor continued. "I'm afraid we do have some unpleasant business to discuss. You see, our work together isn't finished. And more than that, you aren't really rehabilitated. I think it's safe to say your day in the tickle yard was probably something you'd care to avoid repeating. That might be enough to ensure you never reoffend. But I don't think in your heart you are any different than when we first met."
"You got my sentence commuted," Amanda protested. "Finished or not, I'm out of here."
"You will shortly be done with the prison system," the doctor replied. "But you aren't well. The issue with you has never been merely one of compliance with the law, you see, but of mindset. You can be forced to behave yourself, but in your heart you're still a miscreant. I would like you to volunteer to put yourself under my guardianship so I can continue your rehabilitation. Indefinitely. Until you are truly better."
"Not a chance!" Amanda yelled, unable to suppress her anger. "Why would I agree to one more minute of this torture?"
"I'd like to say you would do it for the greater good," Dr. Steel said. "Because what I'm learning from you is going to help me turn so many troublemakers like you into good girls. Imagine a world where every little hellraiser like you can just be fitted for a chip and reprogrammed into a functioning member of society in days."
Amanda seethed in anger at the doctor daring to suggest that she might give up the freedom for which already she'd suffered so much.
"But I know that isn't your priority," the doctor continued. "Yet. However, I don't need you to share my vision today. I just need you to agree to my guardianship. One signature."
The doctor opened the briefcase, producing a pen and a stack of papers.
"I'm not signing anything," Amanda shot back defiantly.
"We'll see," the doctor said. "Mannequin."
The doctor maneuvered Amanda to sit down on her bed, placing the paper she needed to sign right beside her. She folded Amanda's hand around a pen and moved it to the page.
"Sadly, the chip doesn't have fine enough motor control for Alexis to force you to write your own signature," Dr. Steel continued. "However, she can keep an eye on you and make sure you don't do anything else."
"Alexis," the doctor said, turning to the panel by the door. "I want you to watch Amanda carefully and only allow her to move her right hand so as to complete her signature. If she tries to do anything else --- lift the pen from the page, or even make a stray mark --- block it."
"Yes, doctor," the computer replied.
"Now," the doctor continued, "while we wait for you to make up your mind, you and I can have a bit of fun. Alexis, let's play a game with Miss Taylor. I want you to increase the amplification of her tickle sensations by 10% each minute until she signs. Also, please temporarily block Miss Taylor's ability to cum."
"Done, doctor," the computer again responded.
The doctor pulled up a chair next to the bed and set down. She picked up Amanda's right leg and set Amanda's foot on her lap before removing the shoe. Finally, she took another pen from her coat and started to write on Amanda's sole. The sharp tip of the pen on her sensitized foot already tickled immensely and the frozen girl immediately started to laugh.
"Fuck! Stop!" she screamed.
"You can write one signature," the doctor said. "Or I can write a whole novel on your foot. Your choice."
The doctor continued scribbling across the arch, up one side, down the other, gradually covering every exquisitely sensitive millimeter of flesh. Sometimes, she would hit a particularly ticklish patch and send Amanda's screams another octave higher, provoking the doctor to spend an extra long time there. Up the arch, over the balls, on the toes, between them, and on the immensely tickling flesh of the toe stems she continued. Amanda shrieked for mercy the whole time, unable to do anything. To her frustration, she glanced down and saw that in her frenzy she had moved the pen in her own hand and gotten a good part of the way towards writing a letter "A" on the paper. She tried to clamp down hard on her own muscles, to still the one hand that she could move.
The doctor seemed lost in thought as she quietly continued writing on the helpless sole. Already, Amanda could feel the sensation growing more intense as the doctor continued. It had only been a few minutes, but even the least ticklish spots on her feet were becoming unbearably sensitive. She dreaded the pen getting to the spots that had made her howl even before this new game. She was already choking and succumbing to silent laughter as the sensations grew too intense. Adding to her distress, the foot tickling was arousing her to the edge of an orgasm that Alexis would not let her reach.
"Are you enjoying our game?" the doctor said, pausing from the writing. "Let me give you a minute to rest here and think about your situation. You can end all this in seconds by signing."
The doctor paused a long while, while Amanda tried to catch her breath and come down from the tickling.
"Not ready yet?" the doctor said finally. "Take your time."
She resumed the scribbling on Amanda's sole and Amanda was immediately aware that her ticklishness had continued to grow during the short break. She was instantly back to silent laughter and struggling to catch a breath as the doctor continued. She moved the pen back to the sensitive spaces between Amanda's toes and the sensation that had been torture a few minutes before was now beyond unbearable. Amanda tried to plead for mercy but couldn't draw enough breath to get a word out. Some minutes later, Dr. Steel finally paused again.
"You know what?" the doctor said. "I could use a cup of tea. You stay here and I'll be back in a bit."
The doctor left the room, leaving a now hysterical Amanda to try to recover her wits. She was frustrated to see that she had gotten further in signing her own name. She desperately tried to pull her hand away from the form, but it could do nothing except wait for her to continue signing. She was also frustrated by the massive orgasm she felt building in her loins just out of reach. As she got control of her ragged breathing again, she was painfully aware that the longer the doctor was away, the more it would tickle when she eventually returned. She seriously considered signing just to end this. She weighed the prospect of being the doctor's plaything indefinitely, though, just when she thought her freedom was at hand. She decided she had to make her stand. She wasn't going to give in no matter what.
It was roughly ten minutes later that the doctor came back and resumed her seat with Amanda's foot in her lap. She shook her head in disappointment seeing that Amanda still hadn't signed and resumed her work.
Logically, Amanda knew that her ticklishness would have ramped up considerably while the doctor was out. She wasn't prepared for it, though, when the doctor's pen on her foot resumed with more than double the ticklishness she had been feeling before. She nearly passed out from the intensity. The doctor seemed oblivious to her suffering and just continued her writing. Amanda could only hold on with whatever shred of sanity she could muster, determined to endure this. After long minutes while Amanda's ticklishness doubled again, the doctor finally took another break.
"My, my," she said to Amanda. "I must say I am impressed with your willpower. Maybe you are actually going to beat me here."
Amanda could only pant helplessly, savoring the reprieve for however long it lasted.
"I've messed up your pretty foot, though," she said in mock disappointment. "Let's get that cleaned up."
The doctor once again left the room while Amanda tried her best to recover. She was savoring the thought that she might actually win. That lasted until the doctor returned and sat down once again, this time with a small bucket of soapy water and a toothbrush. She dipped the toothbrush in the water and set to scrubbing away the ink she had deposited there. By this time, Amanda's sensitivity had doubled yet again and she knew from the first touch that she was going to give in. As the slippery toothbrush worked its way over every little line the doctor's pen had left before, Amanda went out of her mind. All she wanted at that moment was to sign, but she was too out of her mind with ticklishness to control her hand. She wanted to beg the doctor to stop and let her sign, but couldn't catch a breath to get a word out. And so the doctor continued for more long minutes until every stroke of the pen had been scrubbed clean and Amanda had been completely broken. Finally, she paused again.
Amanda fought with all her might to get enough control to tell the doctor she was signing. She forced her hand to move. The signature would have been a complete mess itself if Alexis weren't preventing the slighted deviation from her normal penmanship. She slowly forced out one stroke of the pen after another until the name was signed.
"I knew you'd see things my way," Dr. Steel said with satisfaction. "Alexis, you can release Miss Taylor from all of this little game's special programming."
Amanda collapsed on the bed utterly spent as the doctor gathered the papers and pen and took her leave. She gave the broken, sobbing girl a wry smile.
"Incidentally, I figured you might object to our new `arrangement' after the fact," she said. "You are entitled to a hearing once a year to prove you're competent to be released from my guardianship. I took the liberty of scheduling your first hearing for tomorrow morning. Sleep tight."
That smile worried Amanda, but she was too exhausted to say anything in reply.
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The doctor left Amanda alone with her thoughts for some hours afterward as she recovered from the earlier torment. As Amanda approached her bed for the night, though, she had the familiar feeling of her body going stiff as Alexis took control. That was never good. She felt herself stripping, then lying down in the bed. She realized two soft feathers had been left on either side of the mattress for her and felt her hands pick them up. Finally, her hands reached up to her chest and started running the plumes back and forth over her breasts. They focused on her nipples, which hardened immediately. Her nipples had become nightmarishly ticklish and she immediately felt the laughter building in her chest, but Alexis was strangling it and keeping her silent. She seemed completely immobile aside from her hands continuing to feather her breasts. She wanted to scream and laugh from the horrendous tickling but could only lie there.
Through the horrible tickling, she could also feel her arousal growing. Nipple play had always turned her on, but that sensitivity had grown to a fever pitch. She knew it was Alexis's doing, but that didn't make the sensation any less real. She felt herself growing wet as an orgasm built within her. She tried to ignore the sensation or push it out of her mind, but the more her breasts were tickled the more she could feel it growing and threatening to erupt in a massive climax. Despite herself, she started to crave it.
"Just a little more," she thought. "I'm almost there."
As horrible as the tickling was, she realized she wanted it to go on just a little longer. That's all she needed, she thought, to push her over the edge and give her relief. But relief never came. The orgasm felt like it was building and building, like a rising sea against a dam that threatened to burst, but the dam continued to hold. More and more intense it came as she lay there silently while internally wanting to laugh and moan and scream. She felt so wet and so ready to cum, but she couldn't quite get there. And so it continued for fifteen minutes while Alexis relentlessly used Amanda's own hands to keep tickling her breasts into a frenzy. Finally, her hands stopped their motion, set down the feathers, and lay by her sides to rest.
Amanda lay there, her chest heaving for breath as she recovered from the horrific tickling. Her libido was still at a fever pitch with the sensation of desperate need and a massive orgasm just out of reach. She willed her hands to move just a little more, reach her slit and touch herself just a bit. She was sure the slightest touch would make her explode. Her hands were just inches away from her needy, swollen clit but they might as well have been made of stone as she couldn't will them to move another millimeter. She lay there panting in need as the orgasm slowly slipped away from her, silently crying to herself that she couldn't do anything to bring it back. Another fifteen minutes passed as she slowly calmed herself and returned to normal.
Then her hands came to life again, picked up the feathers, and resumed the teasing of her nipples. Her eyes practically bugged out of her head at the return of the sensation. The horrible tickling instantly had her desperate to laugh and shriek, but Alexis once again forced silence. And the impending orgasm built again even stronger and faster than the last time, but once again just out of reach. She felt herself immediately at the brink again of what she was sure would be the hardest climax she had ever felt, but she couldn't quite get over the edge. She pleaded for the nipple tickling to get just a little more intense to get her there or for something to touch her soaking wet pussy, but no relief came. Just another fifteen minutes of the horrible tickling and denied orgasm before her hands once again set down the plumes and lay by her side leaving her gasping in frustration and feeling the orgasm slowly slipping away.
She spent the whole night like that --- fifteen minutes of tickling and teasing, fifteen of rest --- while she was driven mad with tickling and desperate need. Finally, exhausted and horny beyond anything she had ever felt, she felt her body rise from her bed and dress, not even bothering to clean herself, and wait there at attention. She knew she reeked of sweat and sex and must have looked absolutely crazed with fatigue and overwhelming sexual need. Finally, a pair of guards hustled in and attached restraints to shackle her ankles and pin her hands to her waist. It was only when she was fully restrained that she felt her body finally returned to her own control. As the two burly guards started to shuffle her out of the cell, all she wanted to do was touch herself but she couldn't quite reach.
"Please!" she shouted. "Just give me a minute! I just need a minute!"
"Move!" the guard on her left shouted, dragging her as she continued to try to maneuver to get just the slightest touch on her soaking wet slit. They dragged her out of the cell and down long hallways she hadn't seen before, finally bringing her to a hearing room where they maneuvered her into a restraint chair. Her hands were shackled to the armrests and her knees and ankles to the legs of the chair. She bent and squirmed as much as the restraints would allow, trying to shift or press her legs together, anything to get just a little friction on her dripping pussy. No matter how she contorted herself, she couldn't get any relief.
Just then, she felt a phantom tickle appear, like a soft, light feather running slowly around her pussy lips. She gasped as a goofy smile came to her face and helpless giggles stared to erupt from her throat. The phantom feather felt so good. If it would just touch her clit for a second she knew she would be in extasy, but it carefully steered clear in its slow passage over every other millimeter of her intimate folds.
She had barely even noticed the panel of three people in suits seated at a desk across from her in the room. The one in the middle, a stern-looking older woman, spoke.
"Miss Amanda Taylor," she said seriously. "As you know, we are here to evaluate your ability to make medical decisions for yourself going forward. I understand you have asked for your guardian, Dr. Tanya Steel, to be removed and decision-making power returned to you."
Amanda barely heard them, as she squirmed in need, all her attention focused on the delicious tickling of her snatch and the long-denied orgasm that seemed again tantalizingly just out of reach.
"Miss Taylor," the serious woman continued. "Do you have anything to say on your behalf?"
Amanda continued to grin and titter like a schoolgirl before she finally was able to speak. "Please just touch my pussy!" she begged between giggles. "I just need a little touch. I'm so close."
She twisted and strained trying to get her hands to her snatch, her fingertips just not quite able to get there in the severe bondage.
"Miss Taylor," the woman said in shock. "I am asking you to explain why you feel you are ready to resume control of your affairs."
"I'll be good!" Amanda pleaded between giggles. "Just please someone fuck me!"
The befuddled panel tried a few more ways to get Amanda to defend herself, but she couldn't focus on anything except her needy pussy. After ten minutes of trying to get Amanda to do anything other than twist and writhe in her chair and beg for sex, the stern woman pronounced Amanda incompetent to manage her own affairs before concluding the hearing. Amanda was shuffled out by the guards, still giggling and begging one of them to touch her snatch.
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Amanda found herself returned to Dr. Steel's private lab. The doctor dismissed the guards and had Alexis force Amanda to strip herself naked and sit in a gynecology exam chair while she begged the doctor for some relief. The juices from her dripping slit were already pooling under the chair as the doctor left her there stewing in her desperate need to cum.
"Oh, Amanda," the doctor said with mock disappointment. "This is really for the best. You are going to be my masterpiece: a bad bitch turned into a submissive model law-abiding citizen. You want that, don't you?"
All Amanda wanted at that moment was to cum.
"Alexis," the doctor said. "I don't want her cumming yet. Please block any orgasm until I say otherwise."
The doctor approached the bound woman and started tickling her feet. Amanda exploded in laughter, but also secretly delighting in the phantom tickle it provoked in her needy, swollen clit. Ordinarily, her new programming would have had her cumming in seconds, but now she once again felt the swelling of orgasm against a dam that just wouldn't burst. She could only laugh and moan while silently begging the doctor to have mercy and let her cum.
"This is what you were made for," the doctor continued. "To be a good little girl who laughs when her mistress wants her to laugh and cums when her mistress wants her to cum. Tell me that's what you want. Tell me you want me to tickle you until you explode."
"Please, doctor," Amanda begged between laughs and moans. "Make me cum!"
The doctor stopped tickling Amanda's feet, leaving her panting with breathlessness and sexual need. She proceeded to select a small device from her desk, a fiendishly ticklish vibrating probe whose touch Amanda had learned to dread.
"Beg me to use this on your pussy," she said to the needy Amanda.
"Yes, please!" Amanda begged. "Tickle my pussy! I need it so bad!"
The doctor began applying the probe to Amanda's folds, leaving her immediately howling in laughter and maniacally grinning. Animalistic moans erupted between guttural laughs as the orgasm was ready to explode through her. It seemed to take forever as the doctor tantalizingly traced back and forth over every fold of her dripping slit. She started to circle the clit and Alexis was brought to a new peak of insanity.
"Alexis," the doctor said. "When I tickle her clit, I want Miss Taylor to explode like nothing she's ever felt before. I want you to amplify it into the most intense tickling and the longest, hardest orgasm she's ever felt. Understand?"
"Yes, doctor," Alexis responded simply.
"Thank you, doctor! Thank you!" Amanda gushed between strangled laughs and moans, all dignity gone.
As the doctor returned the probe to Amanda's clit, the dam finally burst. Her vision went grey and she saw stars as the most powerful orgasm of her life ripped through her. It kept going and going as the doctor continued to tickle her and keep her right at the crest of the delicious climax for what seemed like forever. Finally, she passed out in utter bliss and exhaustion, sporting a massive grin from ear-to-ear.
Chapter 5: Out of the Frying Pan
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Amanda awoke the next day in a haze. She had vague visions of being shuffled out semi-conscious through unfamiliar hallways, bundled into a vehicle, and driven somewhere else. She was too out of it to make sense of what had happened, but she knew she was in unfamiliar surroundings. The bed she woke up in was nicer and the room more pleasant than her prison cell, if still sterile and clearly meant to hold her in. There were no windows and just a single door with some kind of computer panel next to it. As she reconstructed the events of the past day, she silently cursed herself for blowing her competency hearing. She was so close to being free and with a blank slate. Logically, she knew she had always been at the mercy of the Dr. Steel and Alexis and nothing she could have done would have beaten them. But she still couldn't help beating herself up for not being stronger.
At the same time, her mind kept drifting back to her climax at the doctor's hands. She had never cum like that, never even close. She hated that she owed that to her tormentor and jailor, even if this wasn't technically a jail. And she hated even more that she had begged for it.
She gradually pulled herself from her bed. Thankfully, her new facilities had a private shower and she luxuriated in washing away the events of the previous day. She found a dresser with fresh clothing. It wasn't what she would have chosen: all very revealing and clearly designed for access and easy removal. But she selected a tight top and miniskirt sort of in her style that at least made her feel a bit more in control of her destiny.
"Is anyone there?" she finally spoke up.
The computer panel by the door came to life with Alexis's hated voice, "I am always here, Miss Taylor."
"Where am I?", Amanda asked the AI.
"Starting today, you are no longer a prisoner," the computer answered. "You are a patient under Dr. Steel's care. You have been transferred to a private facility Dr. Steel runs where she can continue your rehabilitation and her research on you."
"And I suppose I'm not getting out at the end of my thirty days?" Amanda said with resignation.
"Your criminal record has been wiped clean, Miss Taylor," the computer replied pleasantly. "However, you remain under Dr. Steel's guardianship indefinitely."
"Being under lock and key as a patient doesn't seem any different," Amanda said wearily. "I suppose the guards just wear different uniforms."
"There are no locks keeping you here or guards," the computer responded cheerily. "But I don't recommend leaving without permission."
Amanda had been broken over and over, but her tough girl defiance still flared. She couldn't let a challenge like that pass up. She grasped the door handle, expecting to meet resistance but the handle turned easily in her hand and the door opened to a non-descript corridor. She peered through it, seeing no one in sight. Nervously, she stepped through the door.
Instantly, she was overwhelmed with the sensation of her armpits being assaulted with an absolutely brutal tickling. She collapsed in panicked laughter as the sensation overwhelmed her. She could only roll on the floor helplessly as the tickling reduced her to silent laughter. She was humiliated to feel herself lose control of her bladder while she continued to gasp and writhe. She thought she was going to die there of laughter, but through a herculean force of will managed to wriggle herself back through the doorway. At once, the tickling stopped and she collapsed there, collecting herself and trying to get air into her lungs.
"So much for the shower and change of clothes," she thought wryly before she finally recovered enough strength to clean herself up again and select a new outfit. She sat down on the bed, accepting her defeat at least temporarily and waiting for whatever the doctor had planned for her next.
It wasn't long before Dr. Steel strode in. She seemed more casual and at ease then she had ever seemed in the prison. Amanda knew enough to be wary of her and tried to keep her distance, but the doctor merely muttered "A-pose" and Amanda felt herself lose control of her body as it bent back into an awkward backward arch on the floor. As the doctor kneeled down beside her and took a moment to drag a nail slowly along her panty line, Amanda could only giggle helplessly. The doctor proceeded to unhook Amanda's skirt, leaving her naked from the waist down, and pulled up a chair so she could sit between Amanda's spread legs. Amanda could barely see what was happening from the awkward pose, her head upside down and facing away from Dr. Steel.
"My dear Amanda," the doctor began, like she was just having a chat with an old friend. "My friends in the prison system had high expectations for us, and you have more than exceeded them. I promised them I could restore discipline to disobedient, non-ticklish girls like you. And when I put you back in the tickle yard, you proved I could deliver. They saw the baddest, most unbreakable girl in the tickle yard reduced to a laughing stock --- no pun intended --- who would have done anything to avoid going back there. And then their private testing of your new found sensitivity absolutely sealed the deal."
As she spoke, the doctor almost absentmindedly started running the fingertips of one hand over Amanda's exposed mound, spider tickling the sensitive skin. Amanda immediately broke into uncontrollable giggling.
"I can almost guarantee big sales of my technology and access to a lot more subjects," Dr. Steel went on as she continued tickling Amanda's pussy. "I think before long the courts will want to put one of my chips in everyone who is less than fully ticklish. They envision a world where everyone sent to tickle prison is scared straight in a day and turned into a model law-abiding citizen. I think a lot bigger, though."
As she continued talking, the doctor started to use one finger to tease and tickle Amanda's clit while the others kept up a rapid dance around her mons, keeping Amanda constantly off guard and guessing where the tickling would hit her. To her embarrassment, Amanda could feel herself growing aroused. She knew the doctor would be fully aware of how wet she was getting.
"You see," the doctor continued as Amanda was choking on a mixture of laughter broken by moans, "I ask why we even need tickle prisons at all. Imagine if every troublemaker like you had one of my chips. Why would they need to go to prison, when we could tickle the piss out of them wherever they happen to be just by saying a word to an AI agent halfway across the country?"
The doctor reached over without even glancing at Amanda and inserted a finger of her other hand into Amanda's now dripping slit. Amanda gasped as the finger probed and started tickling her G-spot from within. Amanda started to loudly guffaw, not even having realized before that her G-spot could be ticklish.
"And why stop at getting them just obedient enough to stay out of jail?" the doctor continued as her hands continued to reduce Amanda to a gasping, panting, moaning mess. "A bad girl's still going to be bad, even if she can fake it well enough to stay inside the law. I want bad girls not just scared into acting like they're good. I want them completely broken, made so helpless and submissive that they can't even think about defying their mistress. And I think you understand that my chip has the potential to get us there."
Amanda could only silently laugh between the increasingly frequent moans as the doctor's skilled hands brought her to a fever pitch. She tried to fight the feeling but the sensations were overwhelming. A powerful climax took her and she could only ride out the waves as her pussy clamped hard on the doctor's finger while the rest of her was stuck in the awkward backward arch.
"That's why I still need you, my pretty Miss Taylor," the doctor cooed. "You're the best subject I've ever had. Tough and defiant as they come when I first met you, and in just a few weeks you're most of the way there to being the perfect submissive tickle slave."
As the orgasm started to recede, Amanda found herself overwhelmed with humiliation at being made to cum in this ridiculous position. The doctor's words stung especially as she still luxuriated in the afterglow of the intense ticklegasm the doctor had just given her.
"I need you to continue as my test subject for a long time," the doctor continued, withdrawing her hands from Amanda's now-soaking pussy and taking out a handkerchief to wipe off Amanda's juices. "Because there's no one I'll have more fun with as we figure out every way you can break a naughty little miscreant and turn her into the perfect law-abiding good girl."
The doctor got up and moved to the door. On the way out, she spoke one last time.
"Alexis, you can release Amanda's muscles," she said. "But I want you to keep her entertained while I'm gone. I have some other subjects to attend to, but I'll be back in a few hours and I want Amanda very... eager... when I return."
"Of course, doctor," Alexis's voice replied cheerily from the panel as Dr. Steel closed the door behind her.
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Amanda lay panting on the floor, just starting to recover from Dr. Steel's savage pussy tickling and the humiliating orgasm that followed it, when she was suddenly overwhelmed by a tickling sensation that exploded through her abdomen. She shrieked and curled into a ball, grasping futilely at her stomach as the tickles brought her to instant hysteria. She lay curled there convulsing on the floor for two minutes before the brutal tickling disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. It was only when it was gone that she noticed other sensations, much fainter, playing on her body. It was as if a soft feather was slowly teasing her neck, two more lightly going back and forth over her nipples, a soft light plume dusting up and down over her pussy lips, while the most delicate, whisper-soft brush slowly teased back and forth over her clit. The tickles were so light she could barely feel them at first, but once aware of them they became impossible to ignore. It was as if her own mind couldn't help focusing on them. She was unable to stifle a titter erupting from her throat as she felt her nipples harden and her slit once again starting to get wet.
"Goddamit, Alexis!" she shouted. "Cut it out!"
The computer simply ignored her as the delicate teasing continued. She cursed her lack of control and the damnable computer's ability to manipulate her so easily. She had barely managed to come down from the forced orgasm the doctor had given her and she was already getting turned on again.
Suddenly, she once again shrieked as the light tickles were joined by an incredibly intense sensation of dozens of sharp vibrating points tracing random patterns on the soles of her feet. She once again jolted back into a ball as hysterical laughter seized her. She tried to grab her feet and instinctively block the phantom instruments driving her mad, but it accomplished nothing. Once again, she spent long minutes gripped by the hysteria and helplessly convulsing while the tickling played out despite all her efforts. Even worse, her programming was causing her foot tickling to build her rapidly to the edge of another orgasm. But this time, it seemed Alexis wasn't allowing it to cross the threshold. Eventually, the foot tickling stopped and she could once again collapse and gasp for breath as her focus shifted once more to the light teasing of her erogenous zones. The denied orgasm still lingered in her sensation as the incessant teasing kept it from fading away.
It continued over and over, one surprise tickle after another. Next was her rectum, teased as if thousands of insect legs were dancing over and inside it. A breather and then the sensation of sharp claws raking her armpits. Another rest and then several minutes feeling rows of tiny filaments spinning around her nipples. Another rest and then firm fingers pressing into her lower abdomen. Another rest and then she felt like the entire wall of her vaginal canal from vulva to cervix was being tickled from inside by dozens of feathers. The roof of her mouth, her inner thighs, her ears, her taint, the muscles above her knees, and on and on. And through it all, the never-ending slow, delicate teasing of her most erogenous zones.
By an hour into this, she was panicked, a bundle of nerves trying to anticipate where tickling would come from next, but also ragingly horny. She hated to give into what she knew the evil machine wanted but she couldn't take it anymore. She pressed a hand to her slit, desperate to frig herself to a satisfying climax and give herself some relief. She rubbed away and felt the orgasm building and ready to burst but no matter what she did she couldn't get herself over the peak. Her efforts were interrupted by a brutal tickling of the undersides of her breasts, leaving her flailing helplessly for some minutes before she could get back to trying to get off. Still it was futile. She wasn't surprised to find that Alexis wasn't going to let her cum, but she still wept tears of frustration as she kept resuming her attempts whenever the tickling left her enough sanity to try.
By the time the doctor returned, Amanda was an absolute wreck: physically exhausted, hoarse from laughter, and insane with lust and a desperate need to orgasm. Her hand was buried in her snatch, still trying in frustration to get herself to the climax that seemed just out of reach. She had torn off her top to give access to her breasts in the hopes that a squeeze or twist of a nipple might give her the final push she needed, although it only seemed to heighten her need.
"O-pose," the doctor said simply as she entered, causing Amanda to roll her legs behind her head and freeze in that contorted position. Amanda could only pant with fatigue and desire as the doctor sat down next to her.
"So eager and ready," the doctor said, running a finger the length of Amanda's dripping slit. Amanda shivered in anticipation, the touch seeming to bring her so close to climax without quite getting her there. "Very good work, Alexis. You can stop priming Miss Taylor and release her ability to cum now."
"Yes, doctor," Alexis's voice chirped from the panel.
"Miss Taylor," the doctor said. "Would you like me to keep touching your pussy?"
"Yes, please," Amanda begged. "Just a little more."
"No," the doctor said, "it doesn't please me. But I might be willing to tickle your feet if you beg me."
The doctor produced a pair of pet grooming gloves and put them on and proceeded to rub oil into her gloved hands. Amanda flinched at the sight of them. Dr. Steel had used them on her before and she knew how horrendously they tickled. Amanda was deeply conflicted. Those gloves on her soles were absolute torture. But she also knew the intense foot tickling would make her cum and right now there was nothing she wanted more.
"Please, doctor," the exhausted redhead finally said. "Please tickle my feet."
"You're sure?" the doctor said. "It's going to tickle. A lot. And once I get started, I think I'll go a good long while."
Amanda flinched again. The doctor was promising horrible torture that she knew she'd regret. But she also knew she needed it as badly as she'd ever needed anything in her life.
"Yes, doctor," she panted. "Please tickle my feet. I need it."
"Very well," the doctor said, setting to work.
From the first touch, Amanda was howling. The fingers gliding over her soles, between her toes, scraping and scratching, were absolutely unbearable. But the echo they gave in her clit was too delightful to pass up. She felt the long denied orgasm building in her again, rapidly rising with the brutal tickling. She half feared Alexis was still going to withhold her reward, but this time it kept building and building. Her screams were broken by a tremendous guttural moan as all the frustration of the past hours exploded in a massive climax.
"Oh god!" Amanda shouted as the orgasm overwhelmed her.
All the while, the doctor continued her merciless tickling, prolonging the orgasm for what seemed an eternity as Amanda laughed and came. As she started finally to come down, the tickling once again rose over her pleasure and Amanda started screaming in ticklish agony again.
"That's enough!" she shouted. "Please, no more!"
"I decide when it's enough," the doctor said firmly, continuing the horrible assault on Amanda's soles.
Amanda howled and shrieked at the horrific tickling, amplified even more by her tremendous orgasm. But the doctor just continued. The intensity of the tickling had started Amanda on the path to another orgasm and within minutes it once again burst through her, giving her a long respite of blinding pleasure taking her away from the tickling. But once again, as the orgasm receded the tickling took first place in her mind and she started howling and begging for it to stop. Again, the orgasm started to build and crashed over her before she came down and the tickling took center stage. And again and again until she finally, mercifully passed out from the complete sensory overload.
"I think this has been a very productive session, Alexis," Dr. Steel commented to the nearby computer panel. "I'd say Miss Taylor is learning what it means to love being a submissive tickle slave. You can release her and let her sleep it off. She's going to need her rest for a busy day tomorrow."
"Yes, doctor," the panel replied in its usual cheerful tone.
Chapter 6: The Road to Wellness
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When Amanda awoke the next day, she found an outfit laid out for her already, a tight pair of yoga pants and a tank top. She moved to throw it aside and find something more to her tastes but Alexis gave an ominous warning from its control panel:
"The doctor would like you to wear that," the machine chirped, "and I strongly suggest you do."
Amanda decided this wasn't the hill to die on and complied. At any rate, it was comfortable and no more revealing than anything else made available to her. There was a tray with a nice breakfast waiting for her, too, and she was too ravenous from the workout of the previous day to say no to it. She devoured it with gusto. It wasn't long after that Dr. Steel sauntered into the room carrying what appeared to be a rolled up poster under her arm. Amanda shuddered at the sight of her, hating her tormentor and fearing what she could do, but also having trouble forgetting the ecstatic pleasure she had felt at the doctor's hands.
"Good morning, Amanda," the doctor said cheerily. "I think it's time we take your treatment to the next level."
Amanda just stared coldly, wanting to tell the doctor to go to hell but afraid of the response it could provoke.
"I can have Alexis make your body do whatever I want," Dr. Steel said matter-of-factly, "but that isn't really the goal. It would hardly be practical for every prisoner to be literally manipulated like a puppet to do what they're told. It would be so much better if you obey willingly --- if we can get to the point that you do as you are told entirely of your own will. Today's lesson is about getting you started on willing obedience."
Amanda continued to hold her tongue, simply staring warily at the doctor. The doctor seemed unperturbed.
"It's time we get you on an exercise program," the doctor said. "Healthy body, healthy mind, and all that. Tell me, Amanda, have you ever done yoga?"
"MMA is more my style," Amanda responded coldly.
"Well, I think you'll take to yoga very quickly with the right motivation. It'll be a good start towards getting you more centered. Plus, I like my girls limber," the doctor added with a wink.
The doctor proceeded to unroll the poster and affix it to the wall with some adhesive. It was covered with pictures of a young woman in a leotard doing different yoga poses, each with a name above them.
"These are some of the basic yoga forms," the doctor said, gesturing to the picture. "And you're going to learn them."
"I'd rather not," Amanda replied.
"I thought you might need some motivation," the doctor said with a wry smile. "So here's what we're going to do. I'm going to name a pose and you're going to get into it and hold it until I give you permission to release. And our friend Alexis is going to make sure you get it right by tickling the bejeezus out of any part of you that isn't perfectly in form. I suggest you study this poster well, because it's going to become very unpleasant for you if you don't get these right."
Amanda sucked in her breath, not sure if the doctor was really serious about this.
"Mountain pose," the doctor said, and instantly Amanda was overwhelmed by intense tickles from nearly every surface of her body. It was as if she was covered head to toe in the most deviously ticklish feathers each being expertly wielded to drive her out of her mind. She screamed in shock and started twisting and contorting herself to try to block the phantom tickles seemingly coming from everywhere.
"Oh, do look at the poster if you need guidance," the doctor said in impatience while Amanda continued to dance around in a frenzy.
Amanda realized the doctor wasn't going to show any mercy and tried as best she could to look at the poster. It was maddeningly difficult with her eyes nearly screwed shut from laughter and her body hopping and twisting around out of her control. She managed to steal the glances she could until she finally found a picture of the woman on the poster, standing upright with arms at her side, labeled "Mountain Pose." As Amanda forced herself into the form, the tickling settled down. A few stray tickles lingered until she got every inch of herself into the ideal mountain pose. It was hard to stay perfectly still, especially while still trembling from the vicious tickling, but every movement was punished by another impossibly savage tickling forcing her back into form. Within a couple of minutes, she was standing nearly perfectly still in a pose exactly matching the one on the poster.
"I knew you'd be a quick study," the doctor said.
The doctor walked up to Amanda's side and proceeded to draw a small, thin feather from her coat. Amanda darted her eyes towards the doctor as much as she could, not daring even to turn her head. The doctor proceeded to poke the feather into Amanda's left ear and start quickly tickling. Amanda immediately shrieked and instinctively turned her head away from the tickle, only to be rewarded by a far more intense tickle all along her neck where she had turned it. Her shrieking reached a higher pitch as she lost her composure and broke the stance, provoking even more insane laughter. With a desperate effort, she forced herself back into the pose.
The doctor then resumed the ear tickling. This time, Amanda made a mighty effort to hold perfectly still. The tickle in her ear was maddening, but any movement would make it so much worse. Helpless giggles erupted from her throat as she struggled to remain perfectly still while the doctor dug the feather deeper into her ear canal and twisted it around maddeningly. Finally, Amanda breathed a sigh of relief as the doctor withdrew the feather.
Her relief was short-lived, however, as the doctor walked in front of her and started using the feather on her nose. It was an infuriatingly annoying sensation and she tried to stifle it as best she could. The doctor seemed pleased as Amanda scrunched up her eyes in clear torment but managed to hold still. Without warning, she inserted the feather up Amanda's right nostril and began tickling from within. Amanda tried her best to hold it in but couldn't help sneezing, leading her once again to break her pose and end up howling with intense tickles until she forced herself back into it. The doctor resumed with the feather in the other nostril and it was only by the most tremendous force of will that she managed to hold still this time.
Seeming pleased, the doctor said, "Very nice. You are a quick study. Upward salute."
Amanda found herself overwhelmed with tickles as realized she had been commanded to take on a different pose. She once again spun around madly trying to stop the phantom tickles while struggling to find `upward salute' on the poster. Finally, she found it, the woman on the poster standing upright, head back, with her arms raised towards the sky. Amanda fought through the tickles to bend herself into the right form, feeling the tickling settle down as she got every muscle into the proper position. Finally, she managed to hold it and the tickles stopped.
Dr. Steel hiked up Amanda's top as she stood, still as a statue, in the upward salute position. The doctor proceeded to run a fingernail over Amanda's taut belly, causing her to convulse in laughter and break the pose. Once again, she forced herself through maddening tickling back into position. The doctor then brought her fingernail again to Amanda's belly, swirling it around the belly button then down across the panty line. Amanda broke for a second when the fingernail swirled in the horribly ticklish hollow above her hips but she managed to right herself before the phantom tickles completely overwhelmed her. Through sheer will, she held her form as the doctor continued to provoke tremors and goosebumps in the sensitive flesh. The fingernail dug lower, just grazing Amanda's pubic mound and making her shudder within while she held perfectly still.
Soon the doctor moved up and brought the fingernail to Amanda's left armpit. Even a light scratching there was too much, and Amanda laughed out loud and instinctively pulled her arm down. The far worse tickles that provoked forced it back up, though. The doctor resumed the slow, torturous trace of a single nail around Amanda's pit while she choked on laughter but used ever fiber of her strength to keep her arm up.
"Standing forward pose," the doctor said and once again she was thrust into tickling torment as she tried to find the pose on the chart so she could mimic it.
"Fuck," she said to herself when she finally saw it, the woman on the poster basically bent in half at the waist, the palms of her hands flat on the ground and her head between her knees. Amanda was very grateful she was naturally flexible. She twisted and writhed as she was tickled out of her mind but finally managed to contort herself into the right position.
The doctor came up behind Amanda, her ass thrust in the air, and pulled Amanda's pants down to her knees. It was humiliating, but Amanda didn't dare move. The doctor pulled another stiff feather from her coat and began to run it in Amanda's exposed ass crack. "Eep!" she shouted and instinctively tried to hop away from the sensation before far worse phantom tickles forced her back. The program's control was so precise, she couldn't even clench her butt cheeks to block the evil feather without them being overwhelmed with tickles forcing her to unclench. Again, the doctor resumed her tickling of the crack. She focused her attention on Amanda's sensitive butthole, producing a nearly unbearable tickling. Amanda's muscles were shaking, every tremor provoking the renewal of the phantom tickles that would force her back into position. She didn't know how she was enduring it. The feather slipped lower, teasing her slit from behind. The violation made her furious, but she could only hold still while the doctor tickled and teased every ticklish fold of her pussy. The tickling was horrible but also intensely arousing, and the inability to touch herself only added to her torment. Finally, the doctor seemed satisfied and pulled up Amanda's pants leaving her to almost weep with relief.
"Alexis will teach you the rest of the poses," the doctor said as she headed towards the door. "We'll be doing a couple of hours a day of yoga until you've mastered it. Then we can move on to some harder lessons."
Amanda could only stand there in humiliation, her head between her knees, until Alexis started calling out poses for her itself, sending her back into frenzied motion.
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It didn't take long before Amanda had indeed mastered dozens of poses. Hours a day of practice, and fiendish tickle torture if she didn't perform perfectly, made it second nature. The doctor just needed to speak the name of a pose and Amanda would immediately drop what she was doing and leap into position.
Soon, other exercises were added. Coordinated dances where less-than-perfect timing was punished with hellish tickle torture. The doctor would also have Amanda go to a mini-gym down the corridor every day to do weight training. Before long, she had developed an impeccable form, since anything less would result in her being tickled to distraction. The doctor usually wasn't there, but Alexis was always watching and it missed nothing. Amanda even noted, with some wry amusement, that Dr. Steel actually seemed to take her seriously when she said she was interested in MMA. Her mandatory workout routine soon included daily practice of punches, kicks, blocks, and throws. Brutal tickle punishments if she slacked in the slightest made sure her form and timing was immaculate.
From there, the doctor started to give her other small tasks: folding clothes, sweeping floors, scrubbing sinks, and so on. And it was always the same: when an order was given, if Amanda didn't hop to it immediately and do it exactly as she had been taught, Alexis would tickle the piss out of her until she complied. Hours every day of this and it was soon second nature for her. Whenever the doctor gave an order, Amanda was in motion to get it done before she even had time to think about it.
For true defiance, Dr. Steel had more serious punishments. It might be forcing Amanda to sit for hours in a lotus position while Alexis subjected her nipples to inhuman levels of phantom tickling, leaving her tickled out of her mind and horny beyond belief without any way to relieve herself. Or keeping her dancing and howling with phantom tickles striking different parts of her body at random for hours on end. Often, the doctor would take matters into her own hands, quite literally, having Alexis freeze Amanda in place or make her go completely limp and multiply her already insane levels of ticklishness so the doctor could destroy the helpless girl with her own practiced fingernails.
The doctor's rewards for good behavior could be just as lavish as her punishments for bad. They usually involved hellish tickling either way, but Amanda came to crave those tickles that ended in mind-blowing ecstasy. A day of doing as she was told might end with the doctor ordering her into a "heron pose" that forced her to present a bare foot helplessly to the doctor so she could tickle that foot until Amanda was cumming her brains out. Or getting Amanda contorted into a "reclined bound angle pose" where the doctor could lift up Amanda's skirt and tickle her spread crotch until she was reduced to jelly. Or simply asking Alexis to temporarily cause tickling anywhere on her body to echo in her clit so the doctor could manually tickle the crap out of Amanda while she was forced to climax again and again. Amanda so came to associate the doctor's hands with unimaginable pleasure that knowing a tickle session was coming up would have her soaking wet before the doctor even touched her.
A part of Amanda still cursed the doctor for forcing her into this, and cursed her own body for betraying her. But her body still responded exactly as the doctor willed it and in time she couldn't help her mind following suit.
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One day Dr. Steel showed up while Amanda was doing her chores. The doctor had tasked her with cleaning the facility's showers. Amanda was diligently at work, following the doctor's instructions to the letter for how every tile and fixture should be cleaned. She had long since accepted that fighting the doctor on something small like this wasn't worth the punishment, especially when she would inevitably give in in the end. She had reached the point that it was second nature to follow the doctor's commands. Disobedience no longer crossed her mind.
The doctor pulled up a chair and sat in silence, watching Amanda finish her work. Amanda was curious why Dr. Steel was there, but too focused on the task at hand to do anything about it. When Amanda was finished with her scrubbing and packing up the cleaning supplies, the doctor finally rose from her seat and spoke.
"Strip," she said simply, and Amanda immediately complied, shedding her shoes, prison jumper, and then her undergarments on the floor.
"Upward plank," the doctor said and Amanda, recognizing the name of one the yoga poses she had been taught, immediately dropped to the floor, arms supporting her from behind while she arched her back, pushing her stomach upward.
The doctor walked up to Amanda and began running her fingernails over the beautiful redhead's taut abdomen. Immediately giggles started to erupt from her throat as she strained to maintain the pose. Soon the doctor's other hand joined the first as she spider tickled over Amanda's whole abdomen and around to her ribs then back again to her stomach. Amanda was openly laughing as her abdominal muscles spasmed beneath the doctor's nails. She practically collapsed when the nails drifted to the particularly sensitive patches of skin by her hips then flicked rapidly back and forth tracing Amanda's bikini line. Nonetheless, the pose held. The doctor's hands drifted higher, sharp nails delicately tickling the undersides of Amanda's breasts as the pretty redhead's laughter rose another octave. From there they continued to circle the breasts before zeroing in on the nipples. The doctor gripped a breast in each hand and used a single nail to rapidly tickle the tip of each nipple. Amanda didn't know how she remained in position, laughter pouring from her as she strained with every ounce of will she had to stay perfectly still. Finally, the doctor relented. She trailed a single fingernail down Amanda's stomach, passing over her belly button, then further down, ending with a soft fingertip slowly tracing the length of Amanda's now dripping slit. Amanda gasped at the touch but didn't move.
"Dancer," the doctor said, and Amanda leaped into another of her yoga poses, balanced on one leg with the other raised behind her, her arms reaching up towards the ceiling.
Dr. Steel paced around Amanda as the immobile redhead darted her eyes around trying to keep track of the doctor without daring to move her neck. Finally, Dr. Steel stopped just behind and to the side of Amanda out of her view. She reached a hand into each of Amanda's armpits and started lightly stroking the skin with her fingertips. Amanda yelped and once again the tittering started to pour from her throat. Her muscles trembled but she held the awkward pose. Soon the fingertips were replaced with hard nails, moving faster and faster. Amanda struggled mightily to keep her pose, remembering that as bad as the doctor's fingers were, the automated tickling from Alexis if she broke the pose in the slightest would be far worse. It took tremendous force of will to remain upright on one foot while laughing hysterically and fighting every instinct to pull down her arms. She felt the familiar pressure in her bladder building as the doctor continued unabated. She couldn't hold it as her bladder spasmed out of control and she could only stand by in humiliation as she pissed herself. Still, though, she stayed perfectly posed. The doctor gingerly shifted her feet to stay clear of the stream running down Amanda's leg but seemed amused. Finally, she let up as Amanda sobbed in desperation and embarrassment.
The doctor moved around back to Amanda's one upraised foot and proceeded to spider her nails on the upturned sole. Again, Amanda shrieked. Her body trembled but didn't budge as she found reserves of strength she didn't know she had to keep herself in the ridiculous pose. The fingernails on her sole continued apace, tracing every inch from heel to toes, catching every sensitive spot. Amanda howled in laughter, fighting with every ounce of strength she had not to move. The familiar feeling of building arousal came to her through the haze of tickling and all she could think was "Oh no! Not now!" Still, the doctor continued as Amanda fought to keep her form and hold back her rapidly approaching climax while her foot was tickled to madness. When she was sure she could not hold off the impending orgasm another second, the doctor finally stopped, leaving Amanda panting with breathlessness and arousal.
"Downward dog," the doctor said, and Amanda dropped into an arch with her butt in the air and her hands planted on the ground in front of her.
The doctor paced around Amanda again, running a hand possessively across her back and over the swell of her tight ass. From her awkward pose, Amanda couldn't see what was going on. She was only vaguely able to tell where the doctor was from her touch and a few passing glimpses of the doctor's shadow on the floor. The doctor crouched down behind Amanda and pulled a soft calligraphy brush from her coat. She swept it in long arcs over Amanda's upturned butt, making the redhead gasp but not waiver. She brought the brush then to Amanda's ass crack, light sweeps bringing goosebumps to her flesh and fresh yelps out of her throat. The doctor zeroed in on Amanda's sensitive asshole, teasing it first slowly then faster. Amanda was laughing out of control, struggling with all her might to keep her butt cheeks from reflexively clenching and provoking even worse tickling from Alexis. The doctor went lower, teasing Amanda between her legs and the girl shrieked and tried desperately to hold the form. Every instinct was pushing her to close her legs and move away from the horrible violation, but she managed to fight it down. The doctor brought her other hand into play to spread Amanda's soaking wet pussy so she could tickle inside. Amanda was snorting and practically convulsing internally but managed still to hold her pose, though she couldn't have said how. The doctor's hand shifted, one finger sliding into the sopping wet snatch and finding the G-spot while the others pulled Amanda's sex open and exposed her clit. The doctor brought the fiendish brush to Amanda's most sensitive spot and started the most feather-light tickling imaginable. Amanda was going berserk inside, tickled out of her mind while an orgasm once again built inside her. Still, she held the pose and still the doctor continued her tickling. Deep moans began to mix into Amanda's laughing and screaming. She tried with every force of will she could muster not to reach climax, but she also knew that the longer she held it off, the more powerful the eventual release would be. In time, it was too much and the climax plowed into her like a freight train.
"Oh my god!" Amanda cried as she convulsed inside, her pussy riding the doctor's finger as the horrible brush on her clit kept the orgasm going for what seemed like an eternity.
As Amanda started to come down she became aware the doctor had stopped tickling her. Even Amanda herself was shocked to realize that she had somehow held the downward dog pose through the intense tickling and the earth-shattering orgasm it had ripped out of her. Amanda remained in the pose, panting and sweating, while the doctor wiped her hands clean of Amanda's juices on a handkerchief.
"Very good, Miss Taylor," the doctor said, leaving Amanda blushing at the compliment then blushing even more in embarrassment at the pleasure the doctor's praise gave her. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Your performance just now was all you. I had Alexis turn off your punishment for this session. You could have broken pose at any time with no consequences. And yet you stayed perfectly still through all that tickling and what seemed to be a very delightful climax."
It took Amanda a few moments to process, but then she experimented with lifting her head and realized there was no punishment. She shuddered and then dropped to the floor as her muscles gave out in sheer relief and exhaustion.
Dr. Steel continued, "You've really come along. The key, you see, was not to break your will, but rather to turn it from rebellion to obedience. Some might naively think that submission means weakness. But the `tough girl' I met a few weeks ago never could have endured what you just did. Learning obedience has made you stronger than you ever could have imagined. This was a test and you passed it with flying colors."
Amanda could only lie there and gasp for breath.
"Don't assume, Miss Taylor, that I am going to be disabling Alexis's punishments often," Dr. Steel added with a hint of menace. "You should expect disobedience to bring consequences. But I'm so pleased to see we've gotten to the point where you can behave yourself without needing any reinforcement. Anyway, I have other things to do and it looks like you've made a bit of a mess and have some more cleaning to do here yourself."
Amanda was deeply troubled by the doctor's revelation, but too exhausted in that moment to process it. She just lay on the floor shaking as the doctor left to attend to her other duties.
Epilogue
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Amanda stood waiting at a crosswalk in front of a little 24-hour gym she had joined. She had just finished the daily workout Dr. Steel had prescribed for her but the doctor had a few more errands for her to run before she returned to the facility. It was hard for Amanda to even picture what her life had been like barely a year earlier, when she had first come into the doctor's care. By this point, she could come and go from the facility as she pleased, more or less, but it was her home now and she always chose to go back. She checked the walk light again, waiting patiently for it to change. There wasn't a car in sight, but the doctor had ordered her to be a law-abiding citizen and so she was. She could never disappoint her mistress.
Amanda was still a stunning sight, her short-cut red hair and pale skin standing out against a skin-tight black top and an even tighter black leather miniskirt, accented by a plethora of jewelry. Most striking was an elaborate jeweled choker that bore more than a little resemblance to a dog collar. Only a very practiced eye would have realized that it hid an array of sensors and wireless transmitters to allow Alexis to keep an electronic eye on Amanda wherever she went. Amanda was aware of the choker but gave it no mind. She had come to view Alexis as a deeply intimate friend who helped her to be good for her mistress. Amanda felt confident in herself, comfortable that she was the same badass rebel she had always been. Of course, the doctor set some limits on Amanda's rebellion and defying those limits had become inconceivable to her.
Amanda knew she had been a good girl that day and could feel her snatch growing wet at the thought that the doctor might reward her with a few mind-blowing ticklegasms at her rehabilitation session that evening. Dr. Steel had grown busy helping to train many other perfect model citizens like her, but the good doctor always managed to find time for her favorite pet. Amanda technically worked as Dr. Steel's assistant now, although she was still her patient and experimental prototype. The doctor was always dreaming up creative new ways to ensure discipline, assisted by Alexis's superhuman insight into how to manipulate the human body. Amanda was practically giddy to find out what they had cooked up next, even if she knew it would have her howling for mercy.
Amanda was still legally the doctor's ward and was so pleased Dr. Steel continued to take care of her. Just as the doctor had promised, Amanda had been given another opportunity to prove she could manage her own affairs a year after her first humiliating competency hearing. This time, though, Amanda herself was the strongest advocate for keeping herself under Dr. Steel's guardianship. She was so much happier now that Dr. Steel had shown her the path to being a productive and valued member of society. She couldn't imagine not having Dr. Steel to guide her and deliver the appropriate rewards and punishments to make sure she remained a good girl.
The doctor had a growing cohort of formerly troubled young women like Amanda she had rescued from a life of petty crime. She had even recruited Amanda to help in some of their training. The prison system had been thrilled with the results Dr. Steel's therapy was getting and couldn't wait to expand her trials. With the funding and publicity that was giving her, the doctor was recruiting an army of disciples --- therapists trained in her special form of rehabilitation --- to roll it out nation-wide. Amanda could feel some sympathy for all the new women who would get to experience first-hand Dr. Steel's unique form of discipline. But more than that, she felt tremendous satisfaction in knowing the important part she had played in helping so many women find their way to the blissful life she now enjoyed.
