ticklingfan15
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Nicole was a broke college graduate. She had recently graduated, and the job market was not as friendly as she had anticipated. She worked a dead end job and her bills were slowly catching up to her paychecks. That's why she felt ever-so fortunate when she came across this ad on the internet. Looking for young women to model moderate to heavy bondage equipment and have modeling recorded. 1000 dollars per session. It sounded easy enough. Just get tied down and recorded and walk out with enough money to carry her a little longer. Maybe she could even do multiple and be comfortable enough to quit her job to find a better one. She sent in an application through the website for the ad. Within 24 hours she had received an email back about being accepted. The email had an address and a date for her shoot. The day comes around and she shows up to the address. The building looks like a plain brown building. No signs or windows. She walked in and there was nothing but a desk with a woman working at it. "Uh, I'm here for the bondage shoot." Nicole said to her. "Let me have a look." The woman said. "Ah yes, Nicole at 3 pm. I will page Ms. Richards for you." She pressed a button and a few minutes later another woman came from the other door in the room. "Hello, Nicole." She said. "I am Naomi, I will be in charge of your session today. Please come with me." Nicole followed her through the door that led to a hallway with many doors. The building seemed strangely quiet for a place with so many rooms. It felt odd she hadn't seen anybody else walking about, but she brushed it off. "Here is your room." Naomi said as she opened the door for Nicole. Nicole walked in and there was nothing but a table and another door. Cameras were in the corners of the ceiling pointing at the table, how they record the sessions, obviously. The table wasn't like a regular table. It was 'Y' shaped with two straps on one side and one strap on each split of the 'Y'. "Okay, I will explain to you how to do this. Start by removing all of your clothes." Nicole removed all of her clothing without question. She wasn't ashamed of her body. She had a fit build and she always kept herself completely smooth. "Good, now lay on the table placing your wrists through the cuffs on the top and your ankles through the cuffs on the end laying on your back." Nicole did as she was told and was laying on the table with her arms above her head and her legs spread apart. "Perfect, now I will take your clothes back in the room with me and I will activate the table which will tighten the straps down. Are you okay?" Naomi asked. "Actually, is there a bathroom I can use before we have to start? I have to pee." "Oh, don't worry." Naomi said to her. "It won't be long before you can go. We can just get it started." "Sounds good." Nicole said. She thought she had just scored the easiest money of her life. Naomi walked back through the other door in the room and shut the door. After a couple minutes Nicole felt the cuffs tighten on her wrists and ankles. "Here we go." She said to herself. Shortly after more straps came out of the tables wrapping around her. One for each forearm, bicep, one right above her knee on each leg and one around each shin. They pulled tight and really restrained her to the table. "How does that feel?" She heard Naomi's voice over a speaker. "It feels alright. I definitely can't move." Nicole said. "Excellent. Then we shall begin." Naomi stated. Nicole wondered what she meant by that. But then she heard mechanical whirring from the table. What looked like two robotic hands came out from underneath the table and began moving towards her. Each hand took one finger and began lightly stroking her exposed armpits. Nicole squired trying to escape them as she began giggling. "What is this?" She asked with a concerned voice. "Oh this is your shoot." Naomi said with a satisfied tone. "We are a robotics and porn company that specializes in fetish equipment for those with a passion for tickling." Nicole instantly retracted her thought of this being easy money. "I don't want to do this anymore." She said through giggles and she kept squirming to try and get away. "Oh that's no longer an option. You signed the papers and your last chance to turn away was before you got on the table." Naomi's voice rang over the speaker. "We've got you until your session is up." As Naomi said that, the fingers picked up the pace and were quickly stroking Nicole's vulnerable underarms. Her giggles turned into full on laughter. She pulled at her restraints but there was no escape. Nicole was horribly ticklish and she could not stand it. Her friends in college used to alway gang up on her and tickle her until she cried. Now she was at the mercy of a person who specializes in tickling helpless women. Through her laughter she heard the machine whirring again. She saw four more arms come out. Two were towards her sides, two were at the end of the table. She watch in fear as they approached her helpless body. The two at her sides started prodding at her ribs and working their way down her sides and the two at the end of the table stated wiggling their finger on her feet. She erupted in laughter as she was now being tickled in multiple spots. She was able to avoid the feet tickling somewhat by moving her feet around until stocks came out from under the table and over her ankles. Straps came out of the stocks around each toe, pulling them back and securing her feet in place. She was shaking her head all about at she laughed uncontrollably. "Please, I thought I could use the bathroom soon." She managed through her laughter. "I said you would be able to go soon. I never said it would be in an actual bathroom." Naomi devilishly said. More arms came out two began spider tickling her stomach, two began squeezing her inner thighs and two smaller hands were switching between spider tickling and squeezing around her vagina. The hands at her armpits picked up the pace again and were now spider tickling her. Nicole was in agony. She was being tickled all over with no hopes of an end. The tickling was unbearable. She could feel the urge to go to the bathroom overwhelming her. She fought it as hard as she could for as long as she could bit it inevitably overcame her. Amidst her frantic laughter, Nicole could feel herself peeing from all the tickle torture. The hands lightened their assault on her helpless body. She now worked her way back down to giggles. "There, is that what you wanted?" Nicole angrily called out. "Oh, sweetie, that isn't even the half of it." Naomi said and Nicole could tell she had the biggest grin on her face through the mic. The next round of the torture was not holding back. Two hands dug all the finger into her armpits, two hands squeezed her ribs, two squeezed at her sides and stomach, four small hands were squeezing all around her vagina, two hands squeezed at her thighs and the hand at the bottom had swapped out for what almost seemed like forks scratching at her feet. Nicole's laughter could have probably been heard for miles, she thought to herself through all the brutal torture. What felt like an eternity to her seemed to have no end in sight. The tickling was the worst she had ever experienced and even made her pee herself again. Whatever sick person finds enjoyment out of watching this was definitely getting their moneys worth with her because she was a sweaty frantic mess. All the shaking her head had made her hair a mess and her laughter filled the room like an opera house. Finally it all stopped. All the hands disappeared underneath the table, and she laid there catching her breath. "There, now let me out of here." Nicole said through breaths. "Oh, we're only halfway done, my darling. Now we begin my favorite part." Naomi said. The extra straps removed themselves from around her. The other end of the table came together bringing her legs together. The machine then somehow flipped her without letting her go. The legs then spread back apart. She was now on her stomach. All the other straps came back securing her in place. Straps came from underneath wrapping around her toes. They pulled her toes back and her feet were now pulled back tight. The table began whirring again and she was anticipating the torture to resume instantly. But it didn't. Instead the hands began covering her body in oil. Everything from her shoulders down to her feet were getting rubbed down with oil. It actually felt nice and was almost relaxing. Once she was covered in the oil the hands disappeared under the table. It made the whirring it usually does, and she felt two hands on her butt. The two large hands grabbed at her asscheeks and spread them open. She heard another whirring, but it wasn't the table. It was constant and a higher pitch. When she found out what it was, she was sorry she did. It was a brush with light spinning bristles that had rested itself on her now oiled, exposed asshole. She had no idea until now but it seemed that was her most ticklish spot. She let out an ear piercing scream as that's all she could get out at the overwhelming ticklish feeling that had now come upon her. She just screamed over and over and pulled at her restraints as hard as she could. She tried to close her asscheeks but the hands had a grip and were not closing them any time soon. After a bit of the ungodly torture. The brush began slowly moving up and down her asscrack always returning to her horribly ticklish asshole. Nicole was helpless and in misery. What kind of evil person finds this their "favorite part," Nicole somehow mustered the thought through her neverending torture. No matter how much she screamed the brush always found it's way back her her asshole to punish her more and more. Eventually the table began whirring again and all other the tormentors from earlier returned. Hands dug into her armpits, ribs, sides, inner thighs, and a new addition of hands tickling the back of her knees. The forks from earlier returned also and were now even worse with her feet pulled tight like they were. Nicole could not muster any laughter at this point. It was nothing but screaming and throwing her head about. She began crying from the ticklish agony she was in. She even peed herself a third time. She didn't think she had any more in her but this diabolical machine has a way of getting it out of her. The nightmarish torture went on and on. Nicole thought she would be in there forever, until finally everything stopped. All the hands removed themselves and disappeared back under the table. Was it finally over she had thought to herself. Nicole was a sweaty, tear covered mess. She was breathing heavily trying to regain her breath. The extra straps disappeared under the table and the cuffs loosened their grip. Naomi walked out of the door with Nicole's clothes. "That was good. We got some great footage with you. I will leave your clothes here, and you can get your check at the front desk." Naomi informed her. She also said something else as she walked out the door that Nicole didn't quite pick up on through her tired breathing. It took her a second but it finally registered. "If you lay there too long. The machine's autopilot will kick on and it will restart the previous session going for what got the best response." As if out of a nightmare, right when Nicole processed what was said. The cuffs tightened. The extra straps returned and pulled her back tight. The two large hands came back and opened her asscheeks again and she heard the high pitched whirring. Nicole begged and pleaded as she heard it getting closer. She had no choice to accept her fate as she let out her screams once the brush touched her sensitive asshole. This whole session will be spent like this. Nicole thought as that was the last thing to cross her mind as she slipped into insanity from ticklish agony.
