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A dark tickling story from an alternate future I wrote based on a dream…
An oldie that got deleted from Tumblr. Decided to post it here~
-Rebel- (*/F Machine)
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Era was a freedom fighter, a rebel in a world where young girls were made submissives to men at a young age. It was up to the teenage girls to rebel from their homes to take care of other girls who had run away from the system. They offered a hideaway for young girls who had not been assimilated, keeping them from being found, while trying to find ways to stop the shipments of young girls being sent to the Awakening centers. Once sent there, their minds would no longer be their own, and would be outside the power to be helped by anyone.
Even with a year left for her own Awakening, she did not wait long enough for it to happen. She instead chose to join a small rebellious unit in her hometown, running away from home and taking care of the younger girls who had nowhere to go. She didn’t know how long she could do it, living in the old subway houses and railyards. The cold months were brutal, but she felt it better than to be one of the zombified girls who walked the streets in service to their handlers.
That was, until she was found. Taken by the sentries to detention centers. The young girls escorted to treatment facilities early, while the rebels were brought to the detention halls for what was known as reprocessing. Reprocessing required girls to be completely shattered from their individuality, and it could take weeks to months to understand their submission. The tool used for these young girls was tickling, a highly researched method that no young girl had ever been able to resist.
A large department of research engineers devised the many machines and techniques used to reprocess the young rebels. The procedure was intense for their ticklish bodies. First they would be given a trial, where their sentences would be filled. Once stated, the girls would be taken to a reprocessing bay for their initial testing. Rows upon rows of girls stripped naked, and sent through the assembly rails. Held firmly by robotic arms and frames as their bodies are tested for ticklishness.
After the first three days, the prisoners would know what to expect. Segregated based on their demeanor, the more hardened rebels brought to Ward D. A special ward designed to deal with the fighters, the young girls who had received Inhibitor chips during their rebellion to resist tickling. This originally helped them if they were caught by police forces, and were tickled during interrogations, but it would not help them much here.
Naked, as required by policy, Era lay in a laughter bay, with her arms bound above and slightly behind her, held by large cuffs with a rubber strap pulled into the machine bay beneath her. Her head nestled securely on a pad, straps around her calves with rubber strips holding her legs apart slightly. She was a wiry, skinny girl, pale skin with dark nipples. Rather short in height, she had firm abs and her ribs were slightly pronounced from the stretching.
“Good morning young one, welcome to your initial reprocessing session. I’m sure you’re excited to begin as much as I am.” A male voice spoke, staring at her from a camera above her. Her eyes looked up with scorn, refusing to speak to him. “I see you are as stern as ever. We understand you are upset. As I speak, several of your partners are undergoing processing as we speak. A shame their inhibitors are not quite as advanced as yours.”
“They won’t break. They’re tough…” She muttered, knowing full well her friends were some of the strongest girls she knew. Her inhibitor was advanced, and had reduced her ticklishness to almost nothing at all. The man seemed to chuckle in response. “They always break dear, I will show you why such thinking is foolish here. We’ll begin with a simple breathing exercise.”
A robotic tendril descended from above her, on its end a plastic breathing cup affixed to her face. It sealed promptly, surrounding her nose and mouth. “Now, let’s take some deep breaths.” The cup began to fill with a pink gas, slowly and steadily with a long hisssss…. She pressed her lips together, she knew what it was. Trip Gas, it was a powerful stimulant the inhibitors had little defense for. She shook her head left and right, dreading it.
“Come now, nice deep breath…” He said, waiting for her to finally take in a gasp. She tried to hold on, yet she was still human. She took in a slow breath, tasting its sweetness. It was concentrated, more than was needed for a girl her size. After the first breath she felt the chemical working on her brain. Her eyes winced closed as her body began to tingle, and her lips curled into a smile.
“Good, some more breaths and we’ll get started on your treatment. Don’t you feel better already?” He said, watching her eyes open as her smile widened. The Giggle Gas would have most rebels laughing by now, but her inhibitors prevented her laughter. Her mind was filled with the desire to laugh however, as if the slightest thing could set her off. “This won’t wo…work… the gas is… isn’t strong enough for… me…”
“No, no, of course not. It’s just the beginning. Let’s start with your initial treatment…” From above Era, she could see a few tendrils emerge from the sides of the machines, three on each side positioning over her underarms. The tips had small spinning brushes on them. One of them pressed against her left underarm, then her right. She dreaded what was to come, as soon as they both began to spin. They spun and tickle teased around her underarms, as she tried to relax and let the inhibitors do their work.
She relaxed, her smile softening, the inhibitors reducing the sensations at first. “Nice deep breaths…” The gas hissing on her face however was softening her, as two began to tickle. Filling the room with a subtle whuurrrrrRrrrRr… of the brushes. Then the third brush began to tickle her underarms, as she felt the six tickling tips dig and wiggle. “There, this should be a nice start. I’ll leave you here for at least twenty minutes with the VI, she’ll keep you company.”
“Nng… it, won’t… work….” She said, with tension, it was hard to talk without the tickling slightly pushing her inhibitors too much. The man however had left her in the pod, as the VI program began her teasing. It was a female voice, childlike, playful. Designed to push the resistance of young girls.
“You’re trying to resist the tickling Era, but it tickles so much. Everyone here knows you’re so ticklish. We can read it from your mind, how much it tickles. You can’t hide it from us…” The brushes dug into her pits, her arms shaking, tugging on her restraints, unable to pull them down too much. They gave way a bit, stretching and letting her tug down, but the more she tugged, the stronger they would get.
After five minutes, the gas had gotten her smile wider, and the brushing tips began to vibrate. “Tickle, tickle, tickle… they tickle so much. Can you hear them?” She could, the buzzing loud reminder of her torment. “You… have to stop, eventually…” The voice seemed happy at such a response. “It won’t stop, ever. The tickling won’t stop. That’s the only reason you’re here, to be tickled.”
After the twenty minutes were done, her face was quite bright, feeling the tickles continue on her underarms had left her shaking a bit in her bondage. The man was happy to see her shivers, despite her inhibitors working strong to keep her from laughing. “I see you and VI have made friends. I suppose it’s time for you to learn a bit about helplessness, since it’s time to make you giggle.”
“I … can’t giggle, and… I’m not helpless…” She said with a smiling face, as two hands appeared from her sides. She looked at each one, seeing the fingers wiggle toward her. “Oh I think you are dear, you’re very helpless. Let me show you.” The hands positioned by her ribs, then pressed inward, gaining posture on her body. “If you weren’t helpless, you would be able to stop this. However, you can’t. I’ve made sure you can’t.”
The fingertips pressed and wiggled into her body, and he could see by her readings that already she could feel it. She was quiet at first, as her eyes widened, then her smile widened and bared teeth. “Good. Good. Feel that? The tickles?” Tina wiggled slightly, trying to escape the fingers, but they were quite aggressive. Already the fingers were sliding up from her sides up to her ribs. “Nng… wait…” She said, when the fingers finally reached her ribs.
The fingers began kneading between her rib cage, as the brushes kept dancing their ticklish touch on her underarms. “Oh, this tickles I see. Do you want to laugh?” The man said, and Tina shook her head, still smiling brightly. Her torso was squirming from side to side now, as if unconciously trying to shrug off the hands. “Oh I think you do. Tickle, tickle, tickle…” He smiled and watched her wiggle as the hands followed her everywhere she went.
“It… doesn’t… tihi…tickle…!” She looks forward, feeling the large hands press their fingers together at the bottom pit of her underarm. Then they begin to wiggle. “It… doesn’t! It… doesn’t ti…tickle!!” She tried to say peacefully, but the look on her face told the story. Even with the diagram of her ticklish response on screen, there was no hiding it. “I’ll return in twenty minutes again, we’ll see how you’re responding then.”
He left her then, and alone in the pod, the VI came to life again. “You can’t get away. Can’t get away! I’m going to tickle you. Tickle, tickle, tickle!” She couldn’t bear it anymore, the inhibitor wasn’t designed to deal with this many sources of tickling. The first five minutes involved her trying her best to control herself, and remember the inhibitor was soaking up most of the tickles. However the hands were programmed to find spots that tickled the most, then exploit them.
She managed to force down the smile, when the hands began to wiggle on her lower rib on her left side, then with thumbs on her center ribs on her right side. “Here it comes!” Tickle, tickle, tickle. The hands wiggled in their spots. A smile cracked on her face. “You… can’t… can’t beat me…” She managed to focus away a smile once again.
The hands positioned at her upper left rib cage, then the other hand at her lower right. The left hand pressed at a single point wiggling near the front of her body beneath her breast. The other hand began a crab-claw like tickle. “I won’t… I won’t smile…” she steeled herself, and then the games begun. The hands began to wiggle in their spots, and she forced her lips down. The inhibitors maxed, she struggled to hold on. “Ticklish ribs! So ticklish. Can’t get away…!”
After twenty minutes, the man returned just in time to see her slowly breaking. “Koochykoochykoochy… that’s it… smile…” Her lips quivered, the hands switching positions every few seconds to a new tickle spot. “Koootchykoootchykootchy… there you go, show him your happy grin now. Kooochykooochykoochy~” Soon she beamed a smile, failing herself. The man nodded in satisfaction.
“As you can see, it’s not about fighting, or beating… I’m not playing a game here. There is no winning or losing. You see, you fail to understand a very basic thing.” He typed in a few commands, and the little girl felt her legs being parted in the machine. She looked around, trying to understand, but slowly and surely her legs were being to split, exposing her genitals. “You are a girl.”
“Wh… what are you doing?” She tensed, on the edge of her rope, her inhibitor couldn’t take much more. She was about to burst into laughter. The man shook his head and smiled down at her as he programmed the system and explained. “You see dear, girls are made to receive and be punished. Their bodies are very vulnerable and weak and incapable of true resistance. This is why tickling works so well on you, because it reminds you that you are at our mercy. This is why a girl’s body has nearly thousands more nerve endings between her legs than a boy.”
Between her legs a machine lifted from the depths of her bedding, the front of which had a rubber lining shaped like her vagina. It pressed against her lips and gently suckled her sex into the chamber. “This will be an important lesson for you, rebel. There is no winning, only submission. The sooner you understand you’re a girl, and accept yourself, the better.” He pushed a few buttons, and then turned. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Enjoy your laughter, little rebel.”
She couldn’t see it, but the inside of the chamber between her legs, an orb pressed forward, hovering just above her lips. Spider-like legs grew from the orb, nearly ten of them, five on the left, and five on the right. They began to lightly drag their legs across her puffy lips. Smooth surface, sensitive skin feeling the light trails of the metallic ticklers. “Wait you can’t leave, me here like…th…thissshh~!!”
Her eyes closed hard, and teeth clenched. It was too late, the man had left, leaving her alone, with not a soul to listen to her pleading. The sensitive lips of her sex being licked and teased by feathery tips from the legs of the orb, each lip gently stroked and brushed against. The wiggling of the legs a blur, spreading her lips gently, letting the tips slip between her folds and stroke in slow motions. Her eyes went wide, the look on her face froze in fear, when her sudden look of terror melted instantly into a large and wicked grin. Her smile grew wider, as her eyes filled with tears, the machine holding her still as the tips between her legs began to wiggle with a slight buzzing noise attached to each tip.
The inhibitor could not hold it anymore, lips parting, she could feel every tickle, every tease. Her pussy was so ticklish, she couldn’t think. The room itself was silent, save for the tickling tools on her body, yet was broken by the sudden start of her giggling. “He…eehehe…eeehehe…” The hands on her ribs kept kneading into her sides, tender spots pink and sensitive, going up and down her body. “He…eheheehhahah…aahaha…” The fingers at her underarms began to spider tickle, their tips dragging ticklish lines across her hollows, occasionally dipping a single touch to deeply wiggle inside. “Haaa…ahahahah….ccckkhhahahahAHA!”
Yet it was the sight before her that sealed it all. Her legs held apart kept each foot in perfect position to be treated by large special brushes designed to polish and tickle the feet. Coated in a shimmering wax, the brushes began to spin along her soles, scanning up and down. Her toes were held by ringlets that kept them perfectly still, as tiny tendril like cords began to surround her foot, each with bristle-brushes that spun beneath her toes, or near the sides of each foot. “NnggggheheEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!! NonononaaahahahahaHAHA!” Her feet tingled with ticklishness, dripping wax from each sole as the brush kept reapplying new coats to torture her with.
Then at her pussy, she could see the orb lift and the thin wiry legs spread her lips wide, lifting the hood of her clit exposing it to the air. Dozens of tiny ticklers began to tease and surround her clitoris, sliding up and down along the sides, teasing the tiny space underneath and making slow ticklish circles around the center. Her laughter had pushed so hard she was out of breath, the tickling of her clit too intense, she could hardly think. Chest rising and falling as she laughed silently, unable to breath. Her face a mask of hysterical laughter. The VI teased in the silence, just in time as she took in a breath…
“It’s time to lauuugh! Tickle tickle tiiiickle…~!”
“PFFF~AAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!! MAAKE IT STOP! MAK~E IT…cckkheehEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IT TICKLES SO MUHUHAHAHAAHACCCH! PFFFFSSHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOOHOHOHOAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLLEEEEAAAASSEEE HAHAHAHAANOOOHOHOHAHAHAHA…………….”
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With noone to watch, her challenge was fruitless. Nobody would see the point where she would stop laughing, or be around to hear her beg. Yet she would… they always would. No girl could escape her own ticklishness in this world. That’s why the few that fight for the freedom of all hide in the shadows, and live in secrecy.
This is the story of a girl who didn’t.
An oldie that got deleted from Tumblr. Decided to post it here~
-Rebel- (*/F Machine)
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Era was a freedom fighter, a rebel in a world where young girls were made submissives to men at a young age. It was up to the teenage girls to rebel from their homes to take care of other girls who had run away from the system. They offered a hideaway for young girls who had not been assimilated, keeping them from being found, while trying to find ways to stop the shipments of young girls being sent to the Awakening centers. Once sent there, their minds would no longer be their own, and would be outside the power to be helped by anyone.
Even with a year left for her own Awakening, she did not wait long enough for it to happen. She instead chose to join a small rebellious unit in her hometown, running away from home and taking care of the younger girls who had nowhere to go. She didn’t know how long she could do it, living in the old subway houses and railyards. The cold months were brutal, but she felt it better than to be one of the zombified girls who walked the streets in service to their handlers.
That was, until she was found. Taken by the sentries to detention centers. The young girls escorted to treatment facilities early, while the rebels were brought to the detention halls for what was known as reprocessing. Reprocessing required girls to be completely shattered from their individuality, and it could take weeks to months to understand their submission. The tool used for these young girls was tickling, a highly researched method that no young girl had ever been able to resist.
A large department of research engineers devised the many machines and techniques used to reprocess the young rebels. The procedure was intense for their ticklish bodies. First they would be given a trial, where their sentences would be filled. Once stated, the girls would be taken to a reprocessing bay for their initial testing. Rows upon rows of girls stripped naked, and sent through the assembly rails. Held firmly by robotic arms and frames as their bodies are tested for ticklishness.
After the first three days, the prisoners would know what to expect. Segregated based on their demeanor, the more hardened rebels brought to Ward D. A special ward designed to deal with the fighters, the young girls who had received Inhibitor chips during their rebellion to resist tickling. This originally helped them if they were caught by police forces, and were tickled during interrogations, but it would not help them much here.
Naked, as required by policy, Era lay in a laughter bay, with her arms bound above and slightly behind her, held by large cuffs with a rubber strap pulled into the machine bay beneath her. Her head nestled securely on a pad, straps around her calves with rubber strips holding her legs apart slightly. She was a wiry, skinny girl, pale skin with dark nipples. Rather short in height, she had firm abs and her ribs were slightly pronounced from the stretching.
“Good morning young one, welcome to your initial reprocessing session. I’m sure you’re excited to begin as much as I am.” A male voice spoke, staring at her from a camera above her. Her eyes looked up with scorn, refusing to speak to him. “I see you are as stern as ever. We understand you are upset. As I speak, several of your partners are undergoing processing as we speak. A shame their inhibitors are not quite as advanced as yours.”
“They won’t break. They’re tough…” She muttered, knowing full well her friends were some of the strongest girls she knew. Her inhibitor was advanced, and had reduced her ticklishness to almost nothing at all. The man seemed to chuckle in response. “They always break dear, I will show you why such thinking is foolish here. We’ll begin with a simple breathing exercise.”
A robotic tendril descended from above her, on its end a plastic breathing cup affixed to her face. It sealed promptly, surrounding her nose and mouth. “Now, let’s take some deep breaths.” The cup began to fill with a pink gas, slowly and steadily with a long hisssss…. She pressed her lips together, she knew what it was. Trip Gas, it was a powerful stimulant the inhibitors had little defense for. She shook her head left and right, dreading it.
“Come now, nice deep breath…” He said, waiting for her to finally take in a gasp. She tried to hold on, yet she was still human. She took in a slow breath, tasting its sweetness. It was concentrated, more than was needed for a girl her size. After the first breath she felt the chemical working on her brain. Her eyes winced closed as her body began to tingle, and her lips curled into a smile.
“Good, some more breaths and we’ll get started on your treatment. Don’t you feel better already?” He said, watching her eyes open as her smile widened. The Giggle Gas would have most rebels laughing by now, but her inhibitors prevented her laughter. Her mind was filled with the desire to laugh however, as if the slightest thing could set her off. “This won’t wo…work… the gas is… isn’t strong enough for… me…”
“No, no, of course not. It’s just the beginning. Let’s start with your initial treatment…” From above Era, she could see a few tendrils emerge from the sides of the machines, three on each side positioning over her underarms. The tips had small spinning brushes on them. One of them pressed against her left underarm, then her right. She dreaded what was to come, as soon as they both began to spin. They spun and tickle teased around her underarms, as she tried to relax and let the inhibitors do their work.
She relaxed, her smile softening, the inhibitors reducing the sensations at first. “Nice deep breaths…” The gas hissing on her face however was softening her, as two began to tickle. Filling the room with a subtle whuurrrrrRrrrRr… of the brushes. Then the third brush began to tickle her underarms, as she felt the six tickling tips dig and wiggle. “There, this should be a nice start. I’ll leave you here for at least twenty minutes with the VI, she’ll keep you company.”
“Nng… it, won’t… work….” She said, with tension, it was hard to talk without the tickling slightly pushing her inhibitors too much. The man however had left her in the pod, as the VI program began her teasing. It was a female voice, childlike, playful. Designed to push the resistance of young girls.
“You’re trying to resist the tickling Era, but it tickles so much. Everyone here knows you’re so ticklish. We can read it from your mind, how much it tickles. You can’t hide it from us…” The brushes dug into her pits, her arms shaking, tugging on her restraints, unable to pull them down too much. They gave way a bit, stretching and letting her tug down, but the more she tugged, the stronger they would get.
After five minutes, the gas had gotten her smile wider, and the brushing tips began to vibrate. “Tickle, tickle, tickle… they tickle so much. Can you hear them?” She could, the buzzing loud reminder of her torment. “You… have to stop, eventually…” The voice seemed happy at such a response. “It won’t stop, ever. The tickling won’t stop. That’s the only reason you’re here, to be tickled.”
After the twenty minutes were done, her face was quite bright, feeling the tickles continue on her underarms had left her shaking a bit in her bondage. The man was happy to see her shivers, despite her inhibitors working strong to keep her from laughing. “I see you and VI have made friends. I suppose it’s time for you to learn a bit about helplessness, since it’s time to make you giggle.”
“I … can’t giggle, and… I’m not helpless…” She said with a smiling face, as two hands appeared from her sides. She looked at each one, seeing the fingers wiggle toward her. “Oh I think you are dear, you’re very helpless. Let me show you.” The hands positioned by her ribs, then pressed inward, gaining posture on her body. “If you weren’t helpless, you would be able to stop this. However, you can’t. I’ve made sure you can’t.”
The fingertips pressed and wiggled into her body, and he could see by her readings that already she could feel it. She was quiet at first, as her eyes widened, then her smile widened and bared teeth. “Good. Good. Feel that? The tickles?” Tina wiggled slightly, trying to escape the fingers, but they were quite aggressive. Already the fingers were sliding up from her sides up to her ribs. “Nng… wait…” She said, when the fingers finally reached her ribs.
The fingers began kneading between her rib cage, as the brushes kept dancing their ticklish touch on her underarms. “Oh, this tickles I see. Do you want to laugh?” The man said, and Tina shook her head, still smiling brightly. Her torso was squirming from side to side now, as if unconciously trying to shrug off the hands. “Oh I think you do. Tickle, tickle, tickle…” He smiled and watched her wiggle as the hands followed her everywhere she went.
“It… doesn’t… tihi…tickle…!” She looks forward, feeling the large hands press their fingers together at the bottom pit of her underarm. Then they begin to wiggle. “It… doesn’t! It… doesn’t ti…tickle!!” She tried to say peacefully, but the look on her face told the story. Even with the diagram of her ticklish response on screen, there was no hiding it. “I’ll return in twenty minutes again, we’ll see how you’re responding then.”
He left her then, and alone in the pod, the VI came to life again. “You can’t get away. Can’t get away! I’m going to tickle you. Tickle, tickle, tickle!” She couldn’t bear it anymore, the inhibitor wasn’t designed to deal with this many sources of tickling. The first five minutes involved her trying her best to control herself, and remember the inhibitor was soaking up most of the tickles. However the hands were programmed to find spots that tickled the most, then exploit them.
She managed to force down the smile, when the hands began to wiggle on her lower rib on her left side, then with thumbs on her center ribs on her right side. “Here it comes!” Tickle, tickle, tickle. The hands wiggled in their spots. A smile cracked on her face. “You… can’t… can’t beat me…” She managed to focus away a smile once again.
The hands positioned at her upper left rib cage, then the other hand at her lower right. The left hand pressed at a single point wiggling near the front of her body beneath her breast. The other hand began a crab-claw like tickle. “I won’t… I won’t smile…” she steeled herself, and then the games begun. The hands began to wiggle in their spots, and she forced her lips down. The inhibitors maxed, she struggled to hold on. “Ticklish ribs! So ticklish. Can’t get away…!”
After twenty minutes, the man returned just in time to see her slowly breaking. “Koochykoochykoochy… that’s it… smile…” Her lips quivered, the hands switching positions every few seconds to a new tickle spot. “Koootchykoootchykootchy… there you go, show him your happy grin now. Kooochykooochykoochy~” Soon she beamed a smile, failing herself. The man nodded in satisfaction.
“As you can see, it’s not about fighting, or beating… I’m not playing a game here. There is no winning or losing. You see, you fail to understand a very basic thing.” He typed in a few commands, and the little girl felt her legs being parted in the machine. She looked around, trying to understand, but slowly and surely her legs were being to split, exposing her genitals. “You are a girl.”
“Wh… what are you doing?” She tensed, on the edge of her rope, her inhibitor couldn’t take much more. She was about to burst into laughter. The man shook his head and smiled down at her as he programmed the system and explained. “You see dear, girls are made to receive and be punished. Their bodies are very vulnerable and weak and incapable of true resistance. This is why tickling works so well on you, because it reminds you that you are at our mercy. This is why a girl’s body has nearly thousands more nerve endings between her legs than a boy.”
Between her legs a machine lifted from the depths of her bedding, the front of which had a rubber lining shaped like her vagina. It pressed against her lips and gently suckled her sex into the chamber. “This will be an important lesson for you, rebel. There is no winning, only submission. The sooner you understand you’re a girl, and accept yourself, the better.” He pushed a few buttons, and then turned. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Enjoy your laughter, little rebel.”
She couldn’t see it, but the inside of the chamber between her legs, an orb pressed forward, hovering just above her lips. Spider-like legs grew from the orb, nearly ten of them, five on the left, and five on the right. They began to lightly drag their legs across her puffy lips. Smooth surface, sensitive skin feeling the light trails of the metallic ticklers. “Wait you can’t leave, me here like…th…thissshh~!!”
Her eyes closed hard, and teeth clenched. It was too late, the man had left, leaving her alone, with not a soul to listen to her pleading. The sensitive lips of her sex being licked and teased by feathery tips from the legs of the orb, each lip gently stroked and brushed against. The wiggling of the legs a blur, spreading her lips gently, letting the tips slip between her folds and stroke in slow motions. Her eyes went wide, the look on her face froze in fear, when her sudden look of terror melted instantly into a large and wicked grin. Her smile grew wider, as her eyes filled with tears, the machine holding her still as the tips between her legs began to wiggle with a slight buzzing noise attached to each tip.
The inhibitor could not hold it anymore, lips parting, she could feel every tickle, every tease. Her pussy was so ticklish, she couldn’t think. The room itself was silent, save for the tickling tools on her body, yet was broken by the sudden start of her giggling. “He…eehehe…eeehehe…” The hands on her ribs kept kneading into her sides, tender spots pink and sensitive, going up and down her body. “He…eheheehhahah…aahaha…” The fingers at her underarms began to spider tickle, their tips dragging ticklish lines across her hollows, occasionally dipping a single touch to deeply wiggle inside. “Haaa…ahahahah….ccckkhhahahahAHA!”
Yet it was the sight before her that sealed it all. Her legs held apart kept each foot in perfect position to be treated by large special brushes designed to polish and tickle the feet. Coated in a shimmering wax, the brushes began to spin along her soles, scanning up and down. Her toes were held by ringlets that kept them perfectly still, as tiny tendril like cords began to surround her foot, each with bristle-brushes that spun beneath her toes, or near the sides of each foot. “NnggggheheEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!! NonononaaahahahahaHAHA!” Her feet tingled with ticklishness, dripping wax from each sole as the brush kept reapplying new coats to torture her with.
Then at her pussy, she could see the orb lift and the thin wiry legs spread her lips wide, lifting the hood of her clit exposing it to the air. Dozens of tiny ticklers began to tease and surround her clitoris, sliding up and down along the sides, teasing the tiny space underneath and making slow ticklish circles around the center. Her laughter had pushed so hard she was out of breath, the tickling of her clit too intense, she could hardly think. Chest rising and falling as she laughed silently, unable to breath. Her face a mask of hysterical laughter. The VI teased in the silence, just in time as she took in a breath…
“It’s time to lauuugh! Tickle tickle tiiiickle…~!”
“PFFF~AAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!! MAAKE IT STOP! MAK~E IT…cckkheehEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IT TICKLES SO MUHUHAHAHAAHACCCH! PFFFFSSHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOOHOHOHOAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLLEEEEAAAASSEEE HAHAHAHAANOOOHOHOHAHAHAHA…………….”
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With noone to watch, her challenge was fruitless. Nobody would see the point where she would stop laughing, or be around to hear her beg. Yet she would… they always would. No girl could escape her own ticklishness in this world. That’s why the few that fight for the freedom of all hide in the shadows, and live in secrecy.
This is the story of a girl who didn’t.
