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The inspiration for my 4th, and last, post on DA (at least for now) is from TMF's own Serhazat. Or, to be more accurate, his "Tickling Machine Apocalypse" .
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The year was 3112, and humanity was near extinction due to a meteor hitting the earth and releasing a powerful radiation in the year 2081.
What humans remain were forced underground, and now live their days in vaults.
The vaults soon started all type of weird experiments on humans. In one such vault, Vault 130-also known as The Happiness Facility, laughter could be heard echoing through the halls.
The laughter emanated from the lab. A blonde woman, dressed only in a black bra with matching panties, was strapped to a metal table.
The blonde couldn't do anything but laugh and squirm, as her sides, feet and tummy were lashed by feathers.
From within the control booth two scientists, one male one female, looked on as they controlled the speed and intensity of the feathers.
This, the "Happiness Experiments" , had gone on for months. If any of the vault's residence showed even the slightest bit of sadness, in this case, the 22 year old woman had lost her mother to the radiation, they were taken to the lab, made to strip, sometimes by force, and undergo an hour of intense and merciless tickling.
This is the story of that 22 year old blonde, Clara Riggs.
Clara woke to a blinding light in her eyes, and a loud buzzing in her ear. Soon resizing that the light was the harsh Fluorescent lighting, common in vaults. The sound, her alarm clock going off.
Still in her half-asleep state, Clara made a swipe towards the sound, only to miss, and hear the sound of a crash. Her eyes popped open, to see that she had knocked, yet another, alarm clock to the floor. "Not another one!" She mumbled to herself .
Clara sat up in her bed, and looked around the cozy, albeit small, bedroom. Everything looked the way she remembered from the night before.
A vanity and dresser lined one cold blueish steel wall. The others were bare, except for a set of metal shelves, holding Miscellaneous knick-knacks.
Sliding out of bed, Clara walked to the vanity, and examined herself in the attached mirror. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was messy, from her Terrible, sleepless night.
Clara usually slept, or, in this case, tried to sleep, dressed only in her lacy black bra and matching panties, due to the standard issued vault uniform being so uncomfortable.
A frown appeared on her face, as she pulled the Unflattering garment from the dresser. Even though she was far from
flat-chested, the ugly black and red suit made her look like a piece of plywood with a face.
As she slipped into the suit, Clara thought back to the night before. Her mother had somehow contracted radiation poisoning. It was sad. Yes, but Clara knew what happened to anyone who showed signs of sadness.
Clara zippered up her vault uniform, effectively making her perky C-cup breasts disappear, and ran a brush through her hair before putting on a false happy face and exiting the room.
Clara's first stop was the "Vault Cafe", she hadn't eat since 7 o'clock the night before, and her tummy was angrily reminding her of the fact.
The vault was on the larger size, but not so large that Clara didn't know everyone, at least to some degree.
"Hi Clara!" A familiar voice said from across the bar. The voice belonged Clara's best friend , Kristin Kelly. "How's your mom?"
Clara leaned over the counter, and hugged her friend. "Hi Kris!" Clara greeted her friend . "I've not gone by yet today" Clara informed . "Thought I'd get a bite to eat first" .
"Looks like you need it" Kristin teased, patting Clara's slightly chubby tummy. It was true. While Kristin was skinny and fit, Clara carried a small layer of fat around her midriff, and Kristin loved to tease her about it.
"Just shut up and take my order" Clara shot back, gigging .
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After eating, Clara said her goodbyes to Kristin, and walked to the medical area, the same place Clara had been all day on the day before.
"Hi Lisa!" Clara greeted the receptionist . Lisa and Clara weren't close, but had known each other since they were children. "How's my mom doing?" .
Lisa didn't answer, only looked at Clara with sympathy in her eyes. Clara felt a ping of sadness well up inside her. "Maybe you should talk to the doctor" Said Lisa, coming out from behind her desk.
Lisa lead Clara to the closed-off office, and asked her to have a seat.
The few minute wait felt like hours. Clara had a bad feeling in her stomach. The doctor finally opened the door, the same look of sympathy on his face.
Taking Clara's hands, he said "Clara, I hate to tell you this" He paused, obviously trying to choose his words carefully. "Clara, your mother passed away last night. I'm sorry".
Try as she might, Clara couldn't hold back the tears. The doctor tried, quickly, to console Clara before the guards heard. Having been through the torturous experiments before, himself, he didn't want that for Clara.
It was to late, however, as two guards busted through the door, grabbing Clara by the arms. "Vault resident number 3261, you are to report to the happiness labs" one of the guards said, as they escorted her out the door.
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A few short minutes later, the guards and Clara busted through into the lab. While Clara had heard about the kind of experiments they did in this room, she had never been brought in for experimentation.
Clara gasped at what she saw. A metal table, with leather padding and leather straps attached to the sides. Metal wheels loomed overhead, each one had no less than six feathers on each.
"Strip down to you're bra and panties ma'am" One of the guards instructed , when Clara refused, she was grabbed by one of the guards, and held in a full nelson style hold, while the other ent to work removing her uniform.
Clara soon find herself stripped, and restrained to the table. She had to admit, the leather felt nice against her bare skin. That feeling didn't last long however. Two scientists walked in, one male, one female.
Without a word, they began the set-up. Clara watched in horror as they pulled down the feather-wheels, placing one at either side, one set right above her tummy and, the last two was mounted at her feet.
"Please. No!" Clara begged , but was answered with silence. She watched as the two scientists walked up a short ramp to the, assumed, control room.
Clara drew in a sharp inhale as the feather-wheels hummed to life, and feathers started whipping against her sensitive skin.
Clara tried her best to hold back the laughter, but the dam soon broke and the laughter spilled out.
While Clara didn't hate to be tickled, this was like sensory overload for the poor girl.
Clara completely lost it, when the scientists turn the
feather-wheels up, to what Clara guessed, had to be top speed.
THE END
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The year was 3112, and humanity was near extinction due to a meteor hitting the earth and releasing a powerful radiation in the year 2081.
What humans remain were forced underground, and now live their days in vaults.
The vaults soon started all type of weird experiments on humans. In one such vault, Vault 130-also known as The Happiness Facility, laughter could be heard echoing through the halls.
The laughter emanated from the lab. A blonde woman, dressed only in a black bra with matching panties, was strapped to a metal table.
The blonde couldn't do anything but laugh and squirm, as her sides, feet and tummy were lashed by feathers.
From within the control booth two scientists, one male one female, looked on as they controlled the speed and intensity of the feathers.
This, the "Happiness Experiments" , had gone on for months. If any of the vault's residence showed even the slightest bit of sadness, in this case, the 22 year old woman had lost her mother to the radiation, they were taken to the lab, made to strip, sometimes by force, and undergo an hour of intense and merciless tickling.
This is the story of that 22 year old blonde, Clara Riggs.
Clara woke to a blinding light in her eyes, and a loud buzzing in her ear. Soon resizing that the light was the harsh Fluorescent lighting, common in vaults. The sound, her alarm clock going off.
Still in her half-asleep state, Clara made a swipe towards the sound, only to miss, and hear the sound of a crash. Her eyes popped open, to see that she had knocked, yet another, alarm clock to the floor. "Not another one!" She mumbled to herself .
Clara sat up in her bed, and looked around the cozy, albeit small, bedroom. Everything looked the way she remembered from the night before.
A vanity and dresser lined one cold blueish steel wall. The others were bare, except for a set of metal shelves, holding Miscellaneous knick-knacks.
Sliding out of bed, Clara walked to the vanity, and examined herself in the attached mirror. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was messy, from her Terrible, sleepless night.
Clara usually slept, or, in this case, tried to sleep, dressed only in her lacy black bra and matching panties, due to the standard issued vault uniform being so uncomfortable.
A frown appeared on her face, as she pulled the Unflattering garment from the dresser. Even though she was far from
flat-chested, the ugly black and red suit made her look like a piece of plywood with a face.
As she slipped into the suit, Clara thought back to the night before. Her mother had somehow contracted radiation poisoning. It was sad. Yes, but Clara knew what happened to anyone who showed signs of sadness.
Clara zippered up her vault uniform, effectively making her perky C-cup breasts disappear, and ran a brush through her hair before putting on a false happy face and exiting the room.
Clara's first stop was the "Vault Cafe", she hadn't eat since 7 o'clock the night before, and her tummy was angrily reminding her of the fact.
The vault was on the larger size, but not so large that Clara didn't know everyone, at least to some degree.
"Hi Clara!" A familiar voice said from across the bar. The voice belonged Clara's best friend , Kristin Kelly. "How's your mom?"
Clara leaned over the counter, and hugged her friend. "Hi Kris!" Clara greeted her friend . "I've not gone by yet today" Clara informed . "Thought I'd get a bite to eat first" .
"Looks like you need it" Kristin teased, patting Clara's slightly chubby tummy. It was true. While Kristin was skinny and fit, Clara carried a small layer of fat around her midriff, and Kristin loved to tease her about it.
"Just shut up and take my order" Clara shot back, gigging .
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After eating, Clara said her goodbyes to Kristin, and walked to the medical area, the same place Clara had been all day on the day before.
"Hi Lisa!" Clara greeted the receptionist . Lisa and Clara weren't close, but had known each other since they were children. "How's my mom doing?" .
Lisa didn't answer, only looked at Clara with sympathy in her eyes. Clara felt a ping of sadness well up inside her. "Maybe you should talk to the doctor" Said Lisa, coming out from behind her desk.
Lisa lead Clara to the closed-off office, and asked her to have a seat.
The few minute wait felt like hours. Clara had a bad feeling in her stomach. The doctor finally opened the door, the same look of sympathy on his face.
Taking Clara's hands, he said "Clara, I hate to tell you this" He paused, obviously trying to choose his words carefully. "Clara, your mother passed away last night. I'm sorry".
Try as she might, Clara couldn't hold back the tears. The doctor tried, quickly, to console Clara before the guards heard. Having been through the torturous experiments before, himself, he didn't want that for Clara.
It was to late, however, as two guards busted through the door, grabbing Clara by the arms. "Vault resident number 3261, you are to report to the happiness labs" one of the guards said, as they escorted her out the door.
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A few short minutes later, the guards and Clara busted through into the lab. While Clara had heard about the kind of experiments they did in this room, she had never been brought in for experimentation.
Clara gasped at what she saw. A metal table, with leather padding and leather straps attached to the sides. Metal wheels loomed overhead, each one had no less than six feathers on each.
"Strip down to you're bra and panties ma'am" One of the guards instructed , when Clara refused, she was grabbed by one of the guards, and held in a full nelson style hold, while the other ent to work removing her uniform.
Clara soon find herself stripped, and restrained to the table. She had to admit, the leather felt nice against her bare skin. That feeling didn't last long however. Two scientists walked in, one male, one female.
Without a word, they began the set-up. Clara watched in horror as they pulled down the feather-wheels, placing one at either side, one set right above her tummy and, the last two was mounted at her feet.
"Please. No!" Clara begged , but was answered with silence. She watched as the two scientists walked up a short ramp to the, assumed, control room.
Clara drew in a sharp inhale as the feather-wheels hummed to life, and feathers started whipping against her sensitive skin.
Clara tried her best to hold back the laughter, but the dam soon broke and the laughter spilled out.
While Clara didn't hate to be tickled, this was like sensory overload for the poor girl.
Clara completely lost it, when the scientists turn the
feather-wheels up, to what Clara guessed, had to be top speed.
THE END