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This story drops right into the action, with the backdrop slowly revealed as the story unfolds. Fetishes include tickling, feet, hypno/brainwashing, NonCon submission, forced orgasm. There is a LOT of verbal teasing and associated mind fuckery.
The story is machine/m and F/m, although "F" in this case is an alien android shaped like a human woman so, technically, I suppose it's just machine/m.
This story is (obviously) pure fiction; in real life, engaging in any of these kinks requires full and informed consent by all involved, and there's (probably) no alien brainwashing facilities.
"Relax."
Russel, his mind hazy and sluggish, was confused by the word. How could he relax more? He already was relaxed - so relaxed and comfortable and helpless.
Wait... helpless?
"It feels so good to relax and give in."
Well, that was true. Russel's entire body felt exhausted but cocooned in pleasure, although he wasn't entirely sure why.
"Your body feels so heavy, your muscles so tired, your mind so foggy."
Russel's body shivered in pleasure as he felt feather light touches caressing behind his ears, gentle scritches on his scalp. But who...
"So relaxed and sleepy. So easy to let your mind drift, to let your body be controlled."
Controlled?
Suddenly Russel started to giggle again (...again?). Two soft, warm points - like fingertips, or maybe tentacles - had begun to lightly trace across his stomach. Russel was exceptionally ticklish; being tickled made him so...
"... giggly and weak..."
He tried to squirm, flinching as his sore muscles strained against the bonds he was suddenly reminded constrained his motion. Bondage? How long had he been here? And where was "here"?
He snickered harder as the tickly tips teased their way up his ribs, gliding gently but persistently up and down. For some reason he wasn't wearing his uniform or body armour, leaving him...
"...so exposed, so vulnerable..."
His mind slow and mushy, his body increasingly wracked with ticklish sensations, Russell tried to think back to how he had come here - only to burst into louder laughter and mindless squirming as the tentacle/fingers made their way to his highly sensitive underarms and lightly, oh so lightly, dissolved his thoughts into helpless, ticklish giggles.
"Just give in. Relax. Feels so good to submit. "
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Russell gasped, the haze in his mind rapidly retreating as his combat neuroroutines detected the ongoing mental assault penetrating his conscious defenses and activated a defensive program. Suddenly his mind was alert, his thoughts crisp and clear, contaminated memories safely cordoned in a secure cellular drive. Shaking his head, his training reasserted itself and he began to assess his situation - only to instantly resume giggling.
He looked down and found himself lying on his back, trapped in some kind of padded metallic cylinder not much longer than his own height. He'd been stripped naked and bound with his legs straight and his arms clasped behind his head; the source of his giggles were two metallic tentacles, their tips coated with some kind of warm, soft material, gently stroking and tickling his size ten feet at the bottom of the cylinder.
His combat routines now engaged, he was able to shunt the tickly feelings from his feet aside and suppress his laughter. He began to flex against the bonds holding him, testing for weak points he could break through.
"It feels good to submit."
The soft, vaguely feminine voice seemed to come from everywhere in the cylinder at once. Russell wasn't expecting it - but for some reason, he wasn't surprised to hear it either.
"You crave surrender. You want to be tickled into submission, like a helpless little puppet."
Russell couldn't help it - he flinched as the words registered in his mind, then winced internally as he realized his instinctive response may have given his captors unfortunate clues about his psyche.
Steeling himself, he determined to ignore the voice just like he was ignoring - with the help of cutting edge neural programming - the gentle but constant tickles at his bare feet. It was obvious that he'd been captured by Drones and shoved into one of their containment units; he needed to find a way to break free of the machine before they realized that he was no ordinary human.
"Relax."
He heard a whirring noise, and then gasped in surprise as something began massaging his back and shoulders. It was a pleasant sensation, but of course, that was the problem - he wasn't here to relax, no matter how often the machine told him to. This, too, he opted to ignore. Still, the distractions were piling up.
A few trial flexes of his wrists put to rest any idea of snapping the bands that held his arms crossed behind his head. Rather than waste his strength, he eased back to put his thoughts in order, the machine still kneading his shoulders and distractingly teasing his ticklish soles.
"So easy to sink into pleasure."
He remembered departing on his mission - a fairly straightforward recon mission, as he recalled, though of course if it was anything more involved than that the details would have been locked inside his brain in a subroutine, keeping the information secure even from his own conscious mind until the right triggers activated the sleeper codes. But since he couldn't access that anyway... best to just stick with what he could know.
"Don't get distracted."
Russell blinked - the voice had changed, amplified. It sounds like several voices speaking in chorus, an androgynous harmony that sent shivers down his spine.
"Isn't there something you should be focused on?"
Above him, a portion of the ceiling flickered and revealed itself to be a video screen, displaying green and purple sine waves undulating slowly.
"Who... who are you? What's happening to me?" Russell asked, putting a fearful quiver in his voice the way he thought a civilian would.
"We are who We are, and We do what We must do. And who are you, human?" The sine waves spiked and pulsed in time with the words, but otherwise revealed nothing about the speaker (speakers?).
Russell gulped and answered, squirming and pushing against his bonds as though terrified. "My name is Russell. I'm a courier from Telos. Where am I? Why can't I remember coming here?" Meanwhile, his mind raced ahead to consider his next move. He needed information from the Drone, but he also needed to convince it he was just a harmless human. He would have to be careful about the questions he asked.
"Russsssell," the voices hissed. "You are here with Us... just as you chose to be. Perhaps you do not remember your arrival because your focus was absorbed in something else. You are so easily distracted, Sergeant...."
Russell froze. Shit. They already knew. But how?
It didn't matter. This changed the calculus entirely; now his escape depended on speed and strength. He tensed, activating embedded nanobots to boost his strength in an attempt to yank through his bonds - then shrieked in surprise as a handful of silky soft tentacle tips darted down and began swirling through his exposed underarms, while those at his feet suddenly increased their pace and pressure, fluttering across his arches and between his toes. The tension in his muscles immediately spilled away, squandered on useless squirming and irresistible giggling.
"That's right, Sgt. Malone. We know who you are. We know what you do. And We know all your weaknesses, Russsssssell."
Russell grit his teeth, trying to tamp down the relentless giggles being teased out of his sensitive skin. If not for his neural programming he'd be lost in a sea of ticklish sensation; as it was, with tentacles gliding freely across his most ticklish spots, he couldn't keep the giggles down.
"After all... how do you think We lured you here?" the voices whispered. Abruptly, the sine waves vanished and were replaced by some kind of movie.
When the sine waves vanished, the tickles slowly subsided as well. Not entirely - two silken points still trailed up and down the sides and soles of his feet, and something that felt like a stiff feather dipped and glided from one bicep, through his exposed armpit, across his neck and up his other arm. It tickled tremendously - he'd always been especially susceptible to light tickles - but he was able to once again suppress his outer laughter.
With his body and mind (mostly) back under his control, he took in the video that was playing directly before his eyes. It had begun to show him flickering images and short clips of very attractive people - not just conventionally attractive, but specifically the exact type he found most attractive. And... they were all barefoot. How did the Drones know his type? And how did they know about... that? Russell shut his eyes; at least he could avoid this particular distraction.
"You're just a helpless little tickle toy."
The words sent an involuntary shiver through Russell's body. He was a capable soldier, with lithe, muscular body and a sharp, highly-trained mind... but sexually, he was deeply submissive. And somehow, the Drones seemed to know that, too.
"You can't resist the tickles and giggles. You don't want to resist. You want to give in."
Russell squirmed. The words seemed to amplify his ticklishness. He let out a short laugh as the feather at his chest dipped down into his underarm, then jolted as it was suddenly joined by a second feather in his other armpit. He couldn't help it - he began uncontrollably giggling.
"Such vulnerable, ticklish underarms. Feel how easy it is to take control of your body, make you helpless and giggly with the lightest touch."
Russell tried to ignore the words, but they were true... and they were hot as hell. Despite his best efforts, his overworked neural routines were unable to prevent his body's growing arousal.
"You love being tickled into helplessness. You want to give in to the pleasure. Your body controls your mind, the tickles control your body."
Russell squirmed anew as a fresh tentacle joined in, lightly stroking across his bare stomach and occasionally dipping up to his ribs.
"So hard to think. So hard to resist. Your body craves our touch; your mind craves surrender."
Writhing with laughter, Russell opened his eyes and was immediately presented with gorgeous bare feet teasing him - and a feather-light touch gently stroking up his aroused shaft. His whole body shivered in arousal, and he quickly slammed his eyes shut again - but part of him desperately wanted to look again.
"No matter how strong your mind is, it's trapped in your weak, tickly body. So easy to weaken you. So easy to control your body. So easy to make you helpless and docile. So easy to use your body against you."
A brief escalation of the tickling on his feet forced a gasp of louder laughter out of him and he instinctively opened his eyes again - looking directly at a video of a brunette woman sitting on a couch, her bare feet raised on the table with their soles facing him, a crooked smile on her face and a dildo in her hand. She slowly lowered the dildo to the table and gently ran one of her feet over it - and Russell felt a soft sensation tracing his cock exactly in time with the motion of her foot. He gasped again, and shut his eyes - but god, she was so hot, and it felt so good, and he was so aroused and exhausted and so damn ticklish.
"So hard to think. So easily distracted by cute bare feet. We know your weaknesses. We know how to force your body to respond. We know how to hijack your mind. We know how to tickle you into giggly helplessness. We know how to seduce you with soft, beautiful feet. We know what you desire. So easy to use your weaknesses to control you."
Giggling, his muscles tiring, the endless teasing words wearing down his mental defenses, he couldn't help it - he peaked his eyes open again. This time, the same woman was lying on her stomach in "the pose", her soles and face fully visible. She teasingly made tickle motions at him with her long-nailed fingers - and he felt little tickles pitter-patter up his shaft before what felt like a fingertip gently circled the head.
"This is what your body wants. This is what all human bodies want - pleasure."
He moaned between his giggles. He couldn't bring himself to shut his eyes again, even though he knew he should - it felt too damn good. And he was too weak. The fingers kept gently teasing his shaft as the woman on screen shifted again; this time, her feet were right up close to the screen, waving distractingly, hypnotizingly in his face.
"Feel your strength being tickled away. Feel your mind struggling to focus, distracted by soft, bare, beautiful feet. Feel your arousal growing, keeping you entranced. Feel the teasing on your adorable little submission stick, keeping you pacified and helpless. Feel the pleasure melting away your resistance. Feel submissive. Feel controlled."
He writhed in a mix of pleasure and laughter. Fuck, it felt so good. But he was a soldier - he knew he needed to collect his thoughts, regain control of his mind and his body, and try to figure out a way out of this pod. With a supreme act of willpower, he shut his eyes again, grunting in frustration as the teasing on his shaft ended. He could see what they were doing - training him to associate that pleasure with keeping his eyes open. But closing his eyes again made him feel...
"... so vulnerable, your defenseless, ticklish underarms exposed to our gently sweeping feathers; how easily we render you a helpless giggly boy as we tickle tickle tickle all your strength away. You can't fight this; you're too ticklish, too weak. Feel how we use your helpless body against you. Your body is ours now, a sensitive little plaything, a tool for us to hijack your mind, pump you full of giggles and pleasure and irresistible submission."
Russell shuddered; he tried to tune out the words, but they were hitting home, making him feel small and weak. Maybe he should just give in, see those cute feet again... No! He had to resist this. Surely there was a way out, he just needed to keep his mind intact. He began to recite meditation mantras silently - then shivered as new feathers began lightly tracing up and down the backs of his ears and along his neck, a sensitive, highly erogenous area on him.
Feel how we exploit your body's weaknesses, using your own instincts and urges to control you. Your body can't resist your own pleasure. You will be our docile little pet, spending your life writhing in helpless pleasure and submission - just the way you crave.
Imagine beautiful bare feet lightly caressing your body. [Russell couldn't help it - thoughts of gorgeous feet flashed through his mind]
Imagine gentle, teasing tickles keeping you subdued and helplessly giggling for the rest of your life.
Imagine how good it feels to submit, to give in, to open your eyes and let the pleasure consume you.
Suddenly, as teasing touches resumed on his shaft, Russell realized he'd unthinkingly obeyed and opened his eyes - which immediately latched on to the image of bare feet in front of him. One slow, gentle stroke of what felt like fingertips caressed him, and just as it reached the tip and tickled gently on his glans, a second stroke began. At the same time, the tickles across his body slowed to sensual, teasing caresses. He'd been so sensitized that this still kept him giggling, but his mind was now locked in to the sensations on his shaft and the images in front of him.
You will orgasm. You can't fight it. We will tease this submission out of you. There's nothing you can do to stop it - you don't want to stop it. You cannot resist your own body.
Russell's mind was growing increasingly hazy. He struggled to remember why he was still fighting this...
... overwhelming pleasure washing over you, overpowering you. You are so vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of, and every tease and touch reminds you of our power and your weakness. You're trapped inside your sensitive, ticklish flesh, so easily subdued with the lightest of touches. How weak does it make you feel to know you can be controlled by so gentle a touch? How does it feel to know your mind can be irresistibly hijacked by your body's weaknesses?
Russell was barely conscious at this point. He was now being kept right on the brink of orgasm, the touch on his shaft lightening until it was barely a trace while the tickles in his underarms picked up in intensity. His muscles were like jelly, completely exhausted by pointless ticklish struggling and further adding to his sensation of weakness.
We can force you to orgasm whenever we choose - but we offer you choice. Turn off your neural defense routines, open yourself to us and surrender to the full sensations of pleasure we can provide. Or refuse, and live forever in relentless teasing and tickles, edged without release over and over again, kept pacified and helpless by your ticklish weaknesses, never to be freed, consumed by your own desires.
All the fight had gone out of Russell, his strength tickled away. He thought the command patterns and turned off his neural combat routines... and roared into full body laughter as the ticklish sensations increased tenfold in nanoseconds. Suddenly, as if poised in waiting for his moment of ultimate vulnerability, tentacles were everywhere - tracing up and down his arches, wiggling between his toes, teasing his abs and ribs, tormenting his incredibly weak underarms.
There was only one place the tentacles were absent, and with a shock of horror, Russell understood why - as a flood of previously quarantined memories washed back into his mind. This had happened before! He'd made this exact choice, over and over, for weeks!
You will always choose pleasure. You can't help it. It is your body's purpose, to seek pleasure, and therefore it is your purpose as well. It's why you're here.
Completely consumed by tickles, Russell didn't even hear the sound of the cylinder opening, but with his memories restored, he knew what was coming next. The woman from the videos. The woman - no, the android - who had lured him here from his hotel bar, flirting with him and teasing him with her gorgeous feet, convincing him to spend the night. He couldn't help it - his heart leapt at the knowledge that she was custom built to dominate him.
"Hello, Russell, my adorable, helpless little puppy. I'm so pleased you've chosen to orgasm at my cute little feet again. Such a good boy."
She was seated in a chair next to him, as always, and as always, she started by gently teasing her incredibly soft feet over his face and slowly down his chest - giggling as stray tentacles periodically swept across and tickled her feet - before gently caressing them over his rock hard shaft.
"I'm going to force you to orgasm now, Russell. I'm going to use my soft bare feet to tease gently all over your cock until you cum, and there's nothing you can do about it."
She started to increase the pace of her strokes, as the array of tentacles largely withdrew, leaving just a handful to oh so gently tease his underarms, soles, and lightly behind his ears.
"You will orgasm for me and my feet, again and again, and every time you do you'll more deeply associate my words, my voice, my unbearably gorgeous feet with overwhelming, irresistible tickly pleasure. We're training you Russell, using your vulnerable little body to hijack your submissive mind. Each orgasm reprograms you, making your even more susceptible to our control, even easier for us to exploit and dominate. And do you know the best part?"
She leaned closer, looking him directly in his eyes.
"You can't resist me. And you love it."
Overwhelmed and defenseless, Russell could no longer hold back. His muscles collapsed as the orgasm surged through his body, the machine's whispers implanting further thoughts of submission, vulnerability, and desire into his brain. Completely exhausted, his mind blank and hazy, he sank back into an exhausted sleep as the machine continued to softly whisper commands into his subconscious. And there he would remain... until next time.
His android mistress smiled. These humans made adorable pets. And so easy to train.
The story is machine/m and F/m, although "F" in this case is an alien android shaped like a human woman so, technically, I suppose it's just machine/m.
This story is (obviously) pure fiction; in real life, engaging in any of these kinks requires full and informed consent by all involved, and there's (probably) no alien brainwashing facilities.
"Relax."
Russel, his mind hazy and sluggish, was confused by the word. How could he relax more? He already was relaxed - so relaxed and comfortable and helpless.
Wait... helpless?
"It feels so good to relax and give in."
Well, that was true. Russel's entire body felt exhausted but cocooned in pleasure, although he wasn't entirely sure why.
"Your body feels so heavy, your muscles so tired, your mind so foggy."
Russel's body shivered in pleasure as he felt feather light touches caressing behind his ears, gentle scritches on his scalp. But who...
"So relaxed and sleepy. So easy to let your mind drift, to let your body be controlled."
Controlled?
Suddenly Russel started to giggle again (...again?). Two soft, warm points - like fingertips, or maybe tentacles - had begun to lightly trace across his stomach. Russel was exceptionally ticklish; being tickled made him so...
"... giggly and weak..."
He tried to squirm, flinching as his sore muscles strained against the bonds he was suddenly reminded constrained his motion. Bondage? How long had he been here? And where was "here"?
He snickered harder as the tickly tips teased their way up his ribs, gliding gently but persistently up and down. For some reason he wasn't wearing his uniform or body armour, leaving him...
"...so exposed, so vulnerable..."
His mind slow and mushy, his body increasingly wracked with ticklish sensations, Russell tried to think back to how he had come here - only to burst into louder laughter and mindless squirming as the tentacle/fingers made their way to his highly sensitive underarms and lightly, oh so lightly, dissolved his thoughts into helpless, ticklish giggles.
"Just give in. Relax. Feels so good to submit. "
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Russell gasped, the haze in his mind rapidly retreating as his combat neuroroutines detected the ongoing mental assault penetrating his conscious defenses and activated a defensive program. Suddenly his mind was alert, his thoughts crisp and clear, contaminated memories safely cordoned in a secure cellular drive. Shaking his head, his training reasserted itself and he began to assess his situation - only to instantly resume giggling.
He looked down and found himself lying on his back, trapped in some kind of padded metallic cylinder not much longer than his own height. He'd been stripped naked and bound with his legs straight and his arms clasped behind his head; the source of his giggles were two metallic tentacles, their tips coated with some kind of warm, soft material, gently stroking and tickling his size ten feet at the bottom of the cylinder.
His combat routines now engaged, he was able to shunt the tickly feelings from his feet aside and suppress his laughter. He began to flex against the bonds holding him, testing for weak points he could break through.
"It feels good to submit."
The soft, vaguely feminine voice seemed to come from everywhere in the cylinder at once. Russell wasn't expecting it - but for some reason, he wasn't surprised to hear it either.
"You crave surrender. You want to be tickled into submission, like a helpless little puppet."
Russell couldn't help it - he flinched as the words registered in his mind, then winced internally as he realized his instinctive response may have given his captors unfortunate clues about his psyche.
Steeling himself, he determined to ignore the voice just like he was ignoring - with the help of cutting edge neural programming - the gentle but constant tickles at his bare feet. It was obvious that he'd been captured by Drones and shoved into one of their containment units; he needed to find a way to break free of the machine before they realized that he was no ordinary human.
"Relax."
He heard a whirring noise, and then gasped in surprise as something began massaging his back and shoulders. It was a pleasant sensation, but of course, that was the problem - he wasn't here to relax, no matter how often the machine told him to. This, too, he opted to ignore. Still, the distractions were piling up.
A few trial flexes of his wrists put to rest any idea of snapping the bands that held his arms crossed behind his head. Rather than waste his strength, he eased back to put his thoughts in order, the machine still kneading his shoulders and distractingly teasing his ticklish soles.
"So easy to sink into pleasure."
He remembered departing on his mission - a fairly straightforward recon mission, as he recalled, though of course if it was anything more involved than that the details would have been locked inside his brain in a subroutine, keeping the information secure even from his own conscious mind until the right triggers activated the sleeper codes. But since he couldn't access that anyway... best to just stick with what he could know.
"Don't get distracted."
Russell blinked - the voice had changed, amplified. It sounds like several voices speaking in chorus, an androgynous harmony that sent shivers down his spine.
"Isn't there something you should be focused on?"
Above him, a portion of the ceiling flickered and revealed itself to be a video screen, displaying green and purple sine waves undulating slowly.
"Who... who are you? What's happening to me?" Russell asked, putting a fearful quiver in his voice the way he thought a civilian would.
"We are who We are, and We do what We must do. And who are you, human?" The sine waves spiked and pulsed in time with the words, but otherwise revealed nothing about the speaker (speakers?).
Russell gulped and answered, squirming and pushing against his bonds as though terrified. "My name is Russell. I'm a courier from Telos. Where am I? Why can't I remember coming here?" Meanwhile, his mind raced ahead to consider his next move. He needed information from the Drone, but he also needed to convince it he was just a harmless human. He would have to be careful about the questions he asked.
"Russsssell," the voices hissed. "You are here with Us... just as you chose to be. Perhaps you do not remember your arrival because your focus was absorbed in something else. You are so easily distracted, Sergeant...."
Russell froze. Shit. They already knew. But how?
It didn't matter. This changed the calculus entirely; now his escape depended on speed and strength. He tensed, activating embedded nanobots to boost his strength in an attempt to yank through his bonds - then shrieked in surprise as a handful of silky soft tentacle tips darted down and began swirling through his exposed underarms, while those at his feet suddenly increased their pace and pressure, fluttering across his arches and between his toes. The tension in his muscles immediately spilled away, squandered on useless squirming and irresistible giggling.
"That's right, Sgt. Malone. We know who you are. We know what you do. And We know all your weaknesses, Russsssssell."
Russell grit his teeth, trying to tamp down the relentless giggles being teased out of his sensitive skin. If not for his neural programming he'd be lost in a sea of ticklish sensation; as it was, with tentacles gliding freely across his most ticklish spots, he couldn't keep the giggles down.
"After all... how do you think We lured you here?" the voices whispered. Abruptly, the sine waves vanished and were replaced by some kind of movie.
When the sine waves vanished, the tickles slowly subsided as well. Not entirely - two silken points still trailed up and down the sides and soles of his feet, and something that felt like a stiff feather dipped and glided from one bicep, through his exposed armpit, across his neck and up his other arm. It tickled tremendously - he'd always been especially susceptible to light tickles - but he was able to once again suppress his outer laughter.
With his body and mind (mostly) back under his control, he took in the video that was playing directly before his eyes. It had begun to show him flickering images and short clips of very attractive people - not just conventionally attractive, but specifically the exact type he found most attractive. And... they were all barefoot. How did the Drones know his type? And how did they know about... that? Russell shut his eyes; at least he could avoid this particular distraction.
"You're just a helpless little tickle toy."
The words sent an involuntary shiver through Russell's body. He was a capable soldier, with lithe, muscular body and a sharp, highly-trained mind... but sexually, he was deeply submissive. And somehow, the Drones seemed to know that, too.
"You can't resist the tickles and giggles. You don't want to resist. You want to give in."
Russell squirmed. The words seemed to amplify his ticklishness. He let out a short laugh as the feather at his chest dipped down into his underarm, then jolted as it was suddenly joined by a second feather in his other armpit. He couldn't help it - he began uncontrollably giggling.
"Such vulnerable, ticklish underarms. Feel how easy it is to take control of your body, make you helpless and giggly with the lightest touch."
Russell tried to ignore the words, but they were true... and they were hot as hell. Despite his best efforts, his overworked neural routines were unable to prevent his body's growing arousal.
"You love being tickled into helplessness. You want to give in to the pleasure. Your body controls your mind, the tickles control your body."
Russell squirmed anew as a fresh tentacle joined in, lightly stroking across his bare stomach and occasionally dipping up to his ribs.
"So hard to think. So hard to resist. Your body craves our touch; your mind craves surrender."
Writhing with laughter, Russell opened his eyes and was immediately presented with gorgeous bare feet teasing him - and a feather-light touch gently stroking up his aroused shaft. His whole body shivered in arousal, and he quickly slammed his eyes shut again - but part of him desperately wanted to look again.
"No matter how strong your mind is, it's trapped in your weak, tickly body. So easy to weaken you. So easy to control your body. So easy to make you helpless and docile. So easy to use your body against you."
A brief escalation of the tickling on his feet forced a gasp of louder laughter out of him and he instinctively opened his eyes again - looking directly at a video of a brunette woman sitting on a couch, her bare feet raised on the table with their soles facing him, a crooked smile on her face and a dildo in her hand. She slowly lowered the dildo to the table and gently ran one of her feet over it - and Russell felt a soft sensation tracing his cock exactly in time with the motion of her foot. He gasped again, and shut his eyes - but god, she was so hot, and it felt so good, and he was so aroused and exhausted and so damn ticklish.
"So hard to think. So easily distracted by cute bare feet. We know your weaknesses. We know how to force your body to respond. We know how to hijack your mind. We know how to tickle you into giggly helplessness. We know how to seduce you with soft, beautiful feet. We know what you desire. So easy to use your weaknesses to control you."
Giggling, his muscles tiring, the endless teasing words wearing down his mental defenses, he couldn't help it - he peaked his eyes open again. This time, the same woman was lying on her stomach in "the pose", her soles and face fully visible. She teasingly made tickle motions at him with her long-nailed fingers - and he felt little tickles pitter-patter up his shaft before what felt like a fingertip gently circled the head.
"This is what your body wants. This is what all human bodies want - pleasure."
He moaned between his giggles. He couldn't bring himself to shut his eyes again, even though he knew he should - it felt too damn good. And he was too weak. The fingers kept gently teasing his shaft as the woman on screen shifted again; this time, her feet were right up close to the screen, waving distractingly, hypnotizingly in his face.
"Feel your strength being tickled away. Feel your mind struggling to focus, distracted by soft, bare, beautiful feet. Feel your arousal growing, keeping you entranced. Feel the teasing on your adorable little submission stick, keeping you pacified and helpless. Feel the pleasure melting away your resistance. Feel submissive. Feel controlled."
He writhed in a mix of pleasure and laughter. Fuck, it felt so good. But he was a soldier - he knew he needed to collect his thoughts, regain control of his mind and his body, and try to figure out a way out of this pod. With a supreme act of willpower, he shut his eyes again, grunting in frustration as the teasing on his shaft ended. He could see what they were doing - training him to associate that pleasure with keeping his eyes open. But closing his eyes again made him feel...
"... so vulnerable, your defenseless, ticklish underarms exposed to our gently sweeping feathers; how easily we render you a helpless giggly boy as we tickle tickle tickle all your strength away. You can't fight this; you're too ticklish, too weak. Feel how we use your helpless body against you. Your body is ours now, a sensitive little plaything, a tool for us to hijack your mind, pump you full of giggles and pleasure and irresistible submission."
Russell shuddered; he tried to tune out the words, but they were hitting home, making him feel small and weak. Maybe he should just give in, see those cute feet again... No! He had to resist this. Surely there was a way out, he just needed to keep his mind intact. He began to recite meditation mantras silently - then shivered as new feathers began lightly tracing up and down the backs of his ears and along his neck, a sensitive, highly erogenous area on him.
Feel how we exploit your body's weaknesses, using your own instincts and urges to control you. Your body can't resist your own pleasure. You will be our docile little pet, spending your life writhing in helpless pleasure and submission - just the way you crave.
Imagine beautiful bare feet lightly caressing your body. [Russell couldn't help it - thoughts of gorgeous feet flashed through his mind]
Imagine gentle, teasing tickles keeping you subdued and helplessly giggling for the rest of your life.
Imagine how good it feels to submit, to give in, to open your eyes and let the pleasure consume you.
Suddenly, as teasing touches resumed on his shaft, Russell realized he'd unthinkingly obeyed and opened his eyes - which immediately latched on to the image of bare feet in front of him. One slow, gentle stroke of what felt like fingertips caressed him, and just as it reached the tip and tickled gently on his glans, a second stroke began. At the same time, the tickles across his body slowed to sensual, teasing caresses. He'd been so sensitized that this still kept him giggling, but his mind was now locked in to the sensations on his shaft and the images in front of him.
You will orgasm. You can't fight it. We will tease this submission out of you. There's nothing you can do to stop it - you don't want to stop it. You cannot resist your own body.
Russell's mind was growing increasingly hazy. He struggled to remember why he was still fighting this...
... overwhelming pleasure washing over you, overpowering you. You are so vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of, and every tease and touch reminds you of our power and your weakness. You're trapped inside your sensitive, ticklish flesh, so easily subdued with the lightest of touches. How weak does it make you feel to know you can be controlled by so gentle a touch? How does it feel to know your mind can be irresistibly hijacked by your body's weaknesses?
Russell was barely conscious at this point. He was now being kept right on the brink of orgasm, the touch on his shaft lightening until it was barely a trace while the tickles in his underarms picked up in intensity. His muscles were like jelly, completely exhausted by pointless ticklish struggling and further adding to his sensation of weakness.
We can force you to orgasm whenever we choose - but we offer you choice. Turn off your neural defense routines, open yourself to us and surrender to the full sensations of pleasure we can provide. Or refuse, and live forever in relentless teasing and tickles, edged without release over and over again, kept pacified and helpless by your ticklish weaknesses, never to be freed, consumed by your own desires.
All the fight had gone out of Russell, his strength tickled away. He thought the command patterns and turned off his neural combat routines... and roared into full body laughter as the ticklish sensations increased tenfold in nanoseconds. Suddenly, as if poised in waiting for his moment of ultimate vulnerability, tentacles were everywhere - tracing up and down his arches, wiggling between his toes, teasing his abs and ribs, tormenting his incredibly weak underarms.
There was only one place the tentacles were absent, and with a shock of horror, Russell understood why - as a flood of previously quarantined memories washed back into his mind. This had happened before! He'd made this exact choice, over and over, for weeks!
You will always choose pleasure. You can't help it. It is your body's purpose, to seek pleasure, and therefore it is your purpose as well. It's why you're here.
Completely consumed by tickles, Russell didn't even hear the sound of the cylinder opening, but with his memories restored, he knew what was coming next. The woman from the videos. The woman - no, the android - who had lured him here from his hotel bar, flirting with him and teasing him with her gorgeous feet, convincing him to spend the night. He couldn't help it - his heart leapt at the knowledge that she was custom built to dominate him.
"Hello, Russell, my adorable, helpless little puppy. I'm so pleased you've chosen to orgasm at my cute little feet again. Such a good boy."
She was seated in a chair next to him, as always, and as always, she started by gently teasing her incredibly soft feet over his face and slowly down his chest - giggling as stray tentacles periodically swept across and tickled her feet - before gently caressing them over his rock hard shaft.
"I'm going to force you to orgasm now, Russell. I'm going to use my soft bare feet to tease gently all over your cock until you cum, and there's nothing you can do about it."
She started to increase the pace of her strokes, as the array of tentacles largely withdrew, leaving just a handful to oh so gently tease his underarms, soles, and lightly behind his ears.
"You will orgasm for me and my feet, again and again, and every time you do you'll more deeply associate my words, my voice, my unbearably gorgeous feet with overwhelming, irresistible tickly pleasure. We're training you Russell, using your vulnerable little body to hijack your submissive mind. Each orgasm reprograms you, making your even more susceptible to our control, even easier for us to exploit and dominate. And do you know the best part?"
She leaned closer, looking him directly in his eyes.
"You can't resist me. And you love it."
Overwhelmed and defenseless, Russell could no longer hold back. His muscles collapsed as the orgasm surged through his body, the machine's whispers implanting further thoughts of submission, vulnerability, and desire into his brain. Completely exhausted, his mind blank and hazy, he sank back into an exhausted sleep as the machine continued to softly whisper commands into his subconscious. And there he would remain... until next time.
His android mistress smiled. These humans made adorable pets. And so easy to train.
