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Hey Guys, here's the last part of the story which features tickling, hypnosis, and is sexual by nature. Hope you'll have enjoyed all of the 3 parts.
Veronica regained consciousness slowly, her mind still numb from the hazy memories of what had just happened. Her body was heavy, her breath erratic, and every inch of her skin seemed to still vibrate with the imprint of the stimulations she had endured.
A soft metallic click echoed in her ears.
She opened her eyes.
The first shock was the blinding light overhead. A clinical white halo that contrasted with the moist and visceral atmosphere of the creature that had engulfed her.
The second shock… was her immobility.
Her arms were stretched above her head, her wrists firmly secured by metal restraints, as were her ankles, forced into an obedient posture. Her body was exposed, offered, submitted to an X-shaped structure that allowed very little movement.
She tried to speak, but only a faint moan escaped her lips.
— Welcome back among us, Veronica.
Dr. VonTicklet's voice resonated in the room, suave and composed, tinged with cold satisfaction.
She struggled against the torpor, trying to regain her focus. The echo of memories returned in waves: the creature, the stimulations, the devastating sensations that had shaken every fiber of her being. She could still feel the imprint of those waves of pleasure… and something else, more insidious.
She tugged at her restraints, her body shivering in the warm air of the laboratory.
— What…
Her voice was hoarse.
— Shhh… Don't struggle. We still have work to do.
It was then that she noticed a troubling detail.
Her back was in contact with the metal support, as were her shoulders, but the arch of her spine remained slightly curved.
A cold shiver ran up her spine.
She tried again to close her legs, but the forced position kept them open. She was completely exposed.
VonTicklet approached, and the shadow of his figure loomed in her field of vision. He still wore that impeccable white coat, a stark contrast to the moisture that still covered Veronica's skin.
— Now, we will begin the final phase of your education. You have been an excellent experimental subject… but you are not yet complete.
He lightly brushed his fingertips over her contracted abdomen, slowly tracing the line between her still-heavy breasts from her last ecstasy.
— Your mind is still marked by what you have experienced… but there are resistances. We must break them one by one.
A soft beep sounded.
The hypnotic spiral began to move in front of her eyes.
— We will start slowly, Veronica. Are you ready?
She closed her eyes.
— No… she murmured weakly.
VonTicklet smiled.
— All the better.
And the first phase of conditioning began.
A metallic clack sounded above her.
A device slowly descended from the ceiling.
A smooth black helmet, equipped with an opaque visor and glowing sensors, locked onto her head with a pneumatic hiss.
Veronica startled at the enveloping warmth of the device. Then, the lights activated.
Hypnotic spirals, swirling, moving, invaded her field of vision. She wanted to look away, but the helmet immediately adjusted to her movements, imposing the image directly onto her retina.
— What is your profession, Veronica?
Dr. VonTicklet's voice resonated, calm, composed… dangerously persuasive.
She shook her head, her mind still foggy.
— I… I don't have one… she stammered.
VonTicklet smiled softly.
— That is incorrect. You are my assistant.
A soft beep echoed in her ears.
The helmet emitted a warm vibration, a tingling sensation that spread across her scalp, like an electric caress.
Veronica shivered violently.
— N-No… I am not…
— Oh, but you are.
He pressed a button on the control panel.
A hiss sounded.
A mechanical feather slowly descended, its fine bristles vibrating slightly in the electrically charged air.
Veronica did not see it, but she felt it immediately. A first brush against her bare stomach.
— "Hhhnn !"
She startled, her abdominals contracting instantly. A nervous laugh rose in her throat, which she tried to suppress.
But the feather rose higher.
Brushing her waist… her ribs… gliding along the sensitive interstices between each bone.
— "Hhhh hhhnnnnohoho… !!"
VonTicklet watched her reaction with a satisfied smile.
— Repeat after me, Veronica. I am Dr. VonTicklet's assistant.
She writhed, her body trembling with impatience and apprehension.
— N… no…
The Doctor sighed.
— That was predictable.
A click. A second feather appeared. This time… it grazed the base of her breast. Veronica immediately stifled a laugh.
— Hhhhnnn… nohoho…
But the feather did not stop. It slowly circled her hardened nipple, tracing lazy circles, brushing the flesh with sadistic precision.
—Aaaahaahh… nnnhh… o-okay, okay— !!
She shook her head, trying to resist, but her own body betrayed her. Her hips twitched, her belly contracted, and a diffuse warmth spread to her clitoris.
—I… I…
The Doctor smiled, watching her fingers clench, her toes curl involuntarily.
—This isn’t enough yet, is it?
He pressed another button. A third feather descended. This time… it brushed directly against her clitoris.
—HHHHHAHAHAHAH !!!
Her back arched violently. An uncontrollable laugh burst from her lips. The feathers now whirled in harmony over her ribs, sliding up and down, over her breasts, teasing her hardened areolas and clitoris, pulsing with each touch.
—HHHAAHAHAHAHAA NOOOOHOOO !!!!
VonTicklet reveled in the spectacle. She was still fighting, her mind refusing to yield, but her body already knew. The vibrations of the hypnotic helmet intensified, sending new waves into her brain. Her breathing broke, her laughter mixing with uncontrolled moans.
—Veronica… Repeat after me.
The feathers accelerated over her clitoris and breasts, amplifying each sensation. Her belly hollowed out, her hips began to follow the rhythm despite herself. She couldn’t hold on any longer.
—Hhhh—hhhnnnn !!
VonTicklet brought his face close to her ear, whispering in a soft and wicked voice.
—Accept what you are.
Her body exploded in a single burst.
—HHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHNNNN !!!!
Her orgasm swept over her, burning and unstoppable, a deep tremor shaking her entire body. Her toes curled, her legs tensed, her back arched in a final convulsion of pleasure. Her hysterical laughter died in a stifled cry, her skin covered in a thin film of sweat. The helmet immediately scanned her state. The spirals slowed down… The feathers gradually stopped.
VonTicklet let the silence settle for a few moments. Then…
—So, Veronica… what is your job?
Her body was still shaken by small residual spasms, her breath short, her muscles exhausted… But this time… A new tone vibrated in her voice.
—I am… your assistant.
A triumphant smile stretched across the Doctor’s lips.
—Good girl.
He brushed her chin, observing her hesitant gaze, lost somewhere between submission and lucidity. But he knew. He had just broken the first barrier. A soft beep echoed in the room. Veronica, still panting, her cheeks flushed, her thighs trembling after her first hypnotic orgasm, felt a shiver of tension run down her spine. The helmet was still firmly attached to her head. The hypnotic spirals whirled again, slower, deeper, seeking to delve further into her mind.
Dr. VonTicklet watched his newly conditioned assistant’s reactions closely. She had accepted her role, yes… but they had to go further.
—A good assistant is also an experimental subject.
Veronica slightly furrowed her brows under the luminous visor. Part of her wanted to refuse, but the helmet vibrated slightly, sending a subtle wave through her scalp.
She shuddered but quickly regained her lucidity.
—No.
A smile spread across the Doctor’s lips.
—Ah, I see…
He tapped a few buttons on the control panel. Veronica’s restraints adjusted slightly. Her arms were raised higher, her chest more exposed. Her ankles were further immobilized, her feet offered up to the impending torment.
—It seems we still need to adjust your mind.
He turned a lever. An electrical hum sounded. A set of mechanical arms descended from the ceiling, their tips gleaming with cruel promises. Two rotating brushes, pulsing with static electricity, positioned themselves in front of her ribs. Two vibrating stimulators, with pointed tips, adjusted in front of her breasts. A thinner metal arm descended, its small tips pulsing with micro-electric shocks at her thighs. And finally… two mechanical claws clamped onto her feet, holding each of her toes separately.
Veronica immediately jerked.
—H-Hey… no… not that… !
—Too late.
The first contact. The electric brushes activated on her ribs, their rotating bristles releasing small electrostatic charges, crackling against her ultra-sensitive skin.
"HHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA !!!!"
Her back immediately arched, a tearing laugh bursting from her throat.
—NOT HERE NOT HERE NOT HERE!!
Her arms tensed involuntarily, her hands clenched, her hips trying to escape. But the brushes spun even faster, tickling relentlessly every fragile interstice between her ribs, moving up and down, covering every inch of her waist.
—HHHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAA!!
Her laughter turned hysterical, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. Then, another shock. The vibrating stimulators pressed against her nipples. A warm discharge coursed through her already hypersensitive areolas, sending a paradoxical wave between pleasure and torture.
—HHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHNNN !!!!
Her sex throbbed, her belly clenched under the assault.
—Hhhhnnnnnnohohoho… STOP!!
The Doctor smiled.
—Oh, Veronica… You know how this works now.
He leaned slightly towards her, close, too close. His hand gently caressed her sweat-drenched cheek.
—Say it, Veronica.
—I… hhahh—haha— I am not… a…
He pressed another button. The mechanical arm in front of her thighs came to life, its tips delivering small electric shocks directly onto her bare skin.
—HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!
Her legs trembled violently. The charges moved unpredictably, striking randomly, sometimes on the inside of her thighs, sometimes just above her mons pubis, stealing new uncontrollable spasms from her. Her hips undulated, trying to flee, trying to resist, but…
—AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA NOOOOHOOOO!!
And finally… The claws holding her toes tightened slightly. A hum rose… Then two ultra-fine brushes began to whirl under her feet.
—HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAA NOT THAT NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT NOHOHOHOH !!!!"
She immediately lost all control. Her feet twisted, trying to escape the diabolical grip of the brushes. They slid over her arches, slowly moving up to the base of her toes, then back down, playing with her fragile nerves. And meanwhile, the electric shocks on her thighs intensified, the vibrations on her nipples accelerated, and the brushes on her ribs gave her no respite.
—HHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA !!!!"
Her fingers clenched. Her body arched. But… Something was off. VonTicklet saw it immediately. Despite the intensity of the torment, she was holding on. Yes, she was laughing, screaming, her whole body trembling. But… She wasn’t giving in. Not like before. Her mind was resisting. The slime’s marking had toughened her.
The Doctor pursed his lips slightly, thoughtful.
—Interesting… he murmured, observing every reaction. The machines made her entire body vibrate, her toes stretched in spasms, her chest subjected to a relentless assault, but she wasn’t letting go.
—HhhhAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!
Her broken laughter still echoed, but… She wasn’t reaching orgasm. Not yet.
—Mmhh… I’m going to need something more… radical.
He turned a final button. The machines gradually slowed down. A beep sounded in the room. Veronica, trembling, her skin beaded with sweat, panted under the hypnotic helmet, her thighs still clenched, her belly contracted from the assaults she had just endured. But… She hadn’t given in. Not this time.
VonTicklet, thoughtful, observed her with interest.
"Hmmm… Very interesting."
His finger tapped his chin, then he straightened slightly, contemplating his subject of study. Veronica was spread-eagled, totally exposed.
Her arms stretched, each muscle numb from the successive tensions. Her breasts heavy, heaving, still tingling from the residual stimulations. Her thighs glistening with sweat, trembling from the micro-electric shocks. Her feet hypersensitized, each of her toes still spread, too marked by the infernal brushes. But her gaze… Her gaze was still there. Troubled, yes. Foggy, slightly lost under the effects of hypnosis, but still combative.
VonTicklet smiled slightly.
—You’re holding on, Veronica. Impressive.
He tapped a few keys on the control panel. The brushes slowed down. The vibrations decreased. Little by little, the stimulations ceased. She panted violently, her head falling back, her skin coursing with nervous shivers. Then… The helmet flickered weakly. The hypnosis was still ongoing, but… something had changed.
VonTicklet, hands clasped behind his back, approached slowly.
—I offer you a deal."
His voice was no longer as imperious. It was… soft. Pedagogical. Calculated. Veronica, her body still marked by spasms, slightly parted her lips.
"A… deal?" she breathed.
The Doctor nodded.
—The hypnotic device is powerful… but it has its limits. I could continue like this for hours, until you give in.
He brushed the visor of the helmet, and Veronica felt an involuntary shiver run down her neck.
—But we both know you are more… receptive to cooperation.
She shuddered slightly. A discomfort floated within her. Why did this… calm tone trouble her more than the machines?
—So here’s what I propose. A simple break.
He tilted his head slightly.
—You are my assistant, after all. It’s natural for you to participate in the research.
His gloved hands rested on the metal armrests, on either side of Veronica. He leaned in slightly. Enough for her to smell his scent, that troubling smell of leather and musk, that sensory imprint that had already anchored itself in her.
—So, Veronica… tell me.
His eyes gleamed with a predatory glint.
—During your experience with the experiment…
An immediate shiver ran up her spine. She abruptly opened her eyes, her thighs instinctively tensing.
—… what was… your greatest pleasure? A good assistant must report this kind of information.
A heavy silence fell in the room. Veronica felt her heart race. She should have refused. She should have turned her head away. But...
The helmet pulsed gently. The lights danced, hypnotic, penetrating every corner of her mind. An insidious vertigo gripped her, blurring the lines between resistance and submission. Her breath trembled. She averted her eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She had to lie. Say anything. She couldn't give him what he wanted. But...
The images struck her like a burning wave. She saw it all again. The tentacles. The stimulations. The infernal tickles. The electric pulses. The caresses on her chest, on her stomach, on her sex... But...
But that wasn't where it had happened. No. No...
Her body became electrified. She involuntarily moistened. A tiny spasm made her hips twitch. She couldn't... Couldn't say... Her broken voice slipped out of her throat. Weak. Too weak.
— W-when...
She swallowed, her wrists trembling against the restraints. VonTicklet waited. Silent. Implacable. Fascinated. She closed her eyes. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it would explode. Then, finally...
— When... it was... behind...
She felt her world crumbling. The words had come out. Her weakness was revealed. VonTicklet did not move immediately. He took his time. His gaze pierced the hypnotic haze. A very, very slow smile spread across his face.
— Oh...
His voice was barely a murmur.
— I see.
He lightly brushed his fingers over her shoulder, tracing an invisible circle on her still-quivering skin.
— So, Veronica...
His fingers slid lower.
— Ready for the next phase?
The silence that followed Veronica's confession was almost unreal. She was still panting, her body still under the spell of the hypnotic helmet, the pulsating light behind the visor now etched in her mind. Her wrists were taut against the metal restraints, her muscles trembling under the strain, but it was inside her that the storm raged. She knew she had revealed her worst weakness, and VonTicklet, methodical and patient, would take advantage of it.
— We had a deal ! She roared
— My only deal is with science !
He tapped a few commands on his control panel, triggering a series of mechanisms in the room. First, a discreet hum, as if something beneath her was coming to life. Then, metallic clicks echoed, announcing the arrival of new mechanical arms descending from the ceiling. Veronica felt her stomach tighten.
She tried to move, but she was far too restrained. Her legs, trapped up to her thighs, prevented any attempt to retreat. Her feet, immobilized in separate devices, were perfectly exposed. Her chest, quivering under the tension, was an easy target. But most of all, her arched back left her last defense vulnerable.
VonTicklet approached slowly, observing her body with an analytical gaze.
— An assistant must also be a good experimental subject, Veronica. And you are far too responsive for me to settle for mere preliminary tests.
A first mechanical arm activated. It slowly descended towards the small of her back, a tip covered in translucent gel pulsing gently. The mere proximity of the device made Veronica shudder, an uncontrollable shiver running through her.
— No... Not my ass please she murmured between short breaths.
The module grazed her skin. The first sensation was a warm, gentle caress, like a wet touch on a place that should never be touched that way. But quickly, a series of micro-vibrations began to course over the sensitive surface of her anal ring. It was a perverse game, an alternation between gentleness and insistence.
Veronica jerked violently, pulling on her restraints.
— Hhhnnn—!
VonTicklet watched the reactions, adjusting the parameters with precision.
— Your body speaks, Veronica. It tells me everything I need to know.
The module adapted, testing the natural resistance of her muscles. If she tensed, the pulsations slowed, offering a more diffuse, more insidious sensation. But if she quivered, if she allowed even a moment of relaxation, the stimulation became more intense, more targeted.
She knew it was a losing battle from the start.
A second mechanical arm activated, this time directed at her feet. Veronica had no time to prepare before tiny metallic filaments brushed against the ultra-sensitive skin of her soles.
— HHHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOHOHOO—!!
Her feet jerked, as much as the restraints allowed. Her toes splayed on their own, trying to escape a contact that had only just begun.
The device generated tiny electrostatic pulses, a sensation between shiver and diffuse burn, between caress and nerve torture. Each micro-discharge awakened a new area, as if the electricity traced invisible paths, igniting every exposed nerve.
Veronica tried to shake her head, to deny it, but her uncontrollable laughter betrayed the impact.
— HhhahahAHHAHAHAHA NOT MY FEEHEEHEET!!
VonTicklet adjusted the frequency of the stimulations. He observed her reactions, each spasm, each muscle contraction telling him precisely where and how to intensify the experience.
A third module then descended towards her chest. Two arms equipped with suction devices landed on her breasts, immediately engulfing her nipples, already hard from the overall stimulation.
— Hhhnnn... haaahh... Veronica gasped, her head tilting slightly back in anticipation.
The heated tips applied a first pressure, a gentle but insistent suction, combined with slight electric pulses coursing over her already erect nipples.
When the first real suction occurred, her back arched violently.
— HHHHNNNAAAHAHAHAAA NOOOHOHOH!!!
She could no longer think. Her entire body was a battlefield where each zone was exploited with surgical precision.
Her breasts endured a mix of suction and electrostimulation, each point of contact sending waves of shivers to her belly.
Her feet were tormented by the metallic filaments, oscillating between light caresses and electrostatic pulses.
Her anus was subjected to the vibrations of the module, a rhythm that intensified whenever she dared to resist too much.
And in the midst of it all... the hypnosis continued. The helmet on her head pulsed more intensely, the spiral of light behind the visor accelerating.
— A good assistant is an experimental subject... murmured the Doctor's voice.
She shook her head, clenching her fingers in the void.
— N-no... no, I don't want to...
A stronger electric shock coursed through the soles of her feet.
— AAAAAHHHHHAHHAAA—NOOOONN!!
A higher level of suction activated on her breasts.
— HHHHNNNNAAAAAHHHHNN !!
The anal module added a slight pressure, a more insistent, more intimate push.
— HHAAAAAHH!!
Her body arched, her wrists pulling violently against her restraints. Her breath was ragged, her cheeks flushed with shame and frustration.
The Doctor's voice continued, soft, implacable.
— A good assistant submits to experiments. She accepts being tested. She becomes the perfect subject.
The hypnotic helmet sent stronger and stronger signals, the words etching into her mind as the stimulation drained her strength.
She could no longer fight.
— Hhhhnnnnn... n-no...
She was still trying to resist. But VonTicklet knew she wouldn't hold out much longer.
— Say it, Veronica... he breathed with a smile.
His hand brushed a lever. The stimulations intensified. Her laughter broke into a scream.
— HHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAA—AAAHHHHNNNHHH—!!
Her body exploded in a first anal orgasm, nervous, uncontrollable. Her mind, meanwhile, shattered a little more.
The orgasm that seized her then was not like the previous ones. It did not come from simple pleasure or direct stimulation. It was deeper, more insidious, gripping her entire being, swallowing her in a spiral of uncontrollable sensations.
The anal module, embedded in her, emitted a final long and deep vibration, sending an electric tremor through her spine. It widened just enough to cause a pulsation of her internal muscles, wrenching a choked cry of astonishment and submission from her.
Her feet, still under the assault of micro-electrostatic pulses, curled violently, her toes clenched in a desperate attempt to contain the inexorable rise of pleasure. The electricity played on the nerve endings of her soles, forcing her body to tense and convulse, amplifying the involuntary contractions already shaking her pelvis.
Her breasts, trapped by the suction cups and their slight electric shocks, had become an epicenter of tension. With each suction, her nipples, swollen and hypersensitive, were stimulated by subtle pulses, sending contradictory signals of pleasure and nerve torture to her already overloaded brain.
Her belly contracted in violent spasms, successive waves rising to her chest, where her breath, held captive, could no longer escape in laughter or moans.
Her face contorted, her cheeks crimson from the intensity of the moment.
Her hips jerked involuntarily, her pelvis seeking non-existent support, as if her own body refused to believe what was happening to it.
And then... the explosion.
A brutal wave of orgasm surged within her, starting from the depths of her belly and radiating through every fiber of her being.
It was stronger than anything she had ever felt. A point of internal tension finally gave way, triggering uncontrollable spasms in her thighs, her back, down to her still-clenched toes.
Her body jerked against the restraints, every muscle taut like a bow ready to snap.
Her anus, still stimulated by the machine, continued to pulse around the module, amplifying each shock, each surge of pleasure that coursed through her without respite.
Her throat tightened, and finally, the sound escaped her mouth.
— HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHNNNNHHH—!!!!
A mix of broken laughter, ragged gasps, ecstatic sobs. Her body was out of control, each wave more devastating than the last.
The orgasm did not strike just once. It was an avalanche. Each muscle contraction triggered a new barrage of sensations, trapping her in an infernal loop where pleasure never stopped.
Her feet, still tortured by the micro-shocks, tensed nervously, alternating between contraction and release, further amplifying the tremors of her hips, the ecstasy still electrifying her exposed nerves.
The sensory overload made her mind waver. Her eyes rolled back slightly, her ragged breath becoming broken moans, an echo of the uncontrollable intensity that overwhelmed her.
She wanted to beg for it to stop, but no words came out. Only the sound of her own pleasure.
Her body, convulsing spasm after spasm, finally began to relax gradually, but the tremors continued, small involuntary jerks still wrenching weak moans from her.
The hypnotic helmet pulsed faintly on her head, the visor emitting spirals of light that infiltrated her mind, shaping her thoughts, molding her identity. Dr. VonTicklet, standing before her, observed with satisfaction the final phase of his work.
— You have already changed so much, Veronica... but you can still go further.
His voice was a murmur, a poisoned invitation that insinuated itself into her mind. She knew it. And yet... she could no longer oppose it.
The sensations accumulated. The stimulations had evolved, becoming hypnotic waves that pulsed within her, calibrated with scientific precision.
Her feet, still captive to the tireless caresses of the doctor's machine, quivered under the assault of ultra-fine brushes that grazed her sensitive skin, modulating the tickles between gentleness and cruelty. Her toes curled up on their own, her thighs twitched, but the resistance was weaker. It was a familiar sensation now, almost... reassuring.
Her chest was not spared; light suction cups sealed onto her breasts caused rhythmic stimulations, intense vibrations that followed each beat of her heart. Her nipples, ultra-sensitive tips offered to the machine, underwent a complex cycle of suction and electric caresses, keeping them in a state of maximum receptivity.
And finally...
Her stomach contracted as she felt the machine stimulate her more intensely deep within. A shiver ran through her entire body, from head to toe, and her mouth opened slightly in a broken moan.
— You can feel it, Veronica…
The doctor approached slowly, savoring each spasm, each tremor of his former neighbor turned masterpiece.
— You are no longer just my assistant.
He pressed a button on the control panel. The machine adapted, reconfigured its cycles, accelerated. Veronica gasped, her body suddenly stiffening. The vibrations that kept her in that state of controlled ecstasy intensified. Every nerve in her body was assaulted simultaneously. The tickles became more incisive, deeper, triggering uncontrollable bursts of laughter that mixed with the desperate moans escaping her throat.
Her stomach hollowed out under the intensity of the sensations, her thighs opened on their own, her back arched. Her mind wavered between being and not being, between her last shred of humanity and the new form offered to her.
— Who are you, Veronica?
She tried to answer. Her voice trembled.
— I-I…
An ultra-soft electric shock pulsed directly onto her clitoris. Her body reacted immediately.
— AHHHnnnn !
She panted, an orgasmic shiver striking her from within, her stomach contracting violently under the irresistible surge of pleasure.
— Tell me your name.
A second of silence.
Then...
A smile. Weak at first. Then more assured. Veronica slightly raised her head, the hypnotic light reflected in her dilated pupils. Her voice was soft. Troubling. Transformed.
— Veronica... VonTicklet.
The doctor smiled, satisfied. He released the controls, and the machine gradually softened, bringing Veronica back to a state of residual shivers, her body trembling with ecstasy still inscribed in her flesh. She was born a second time.
— Welcome home... Frau VonTicklet.
Veronica, still suspended, burst into a soft, intoxicated laugh. A laugh that, this time, was no longer forced. It was a laugh of absolute happiness.
The house was silent. An abnormal, heavy silence. Henry Sweet ran a nervous hand through his hair, staring at the living room table where the mysterious black envelope awaited him. He hadn't dared open it right away. His instinct told him he didn't want to know.
It had been several days since Veronica had disappeared, and yet he had received no distress calls, no messages. Nothing. She had vanished as if she had never existed. But this letter... It was there, in front of him. Accompanied by a VHS cassette, an obsolete object, as strange as it was disturbing.
He reached out his hand. The glossy paper of the envelope was cold under his fingers. Slowly, he tore it open and pulled out a sheet with too-perfect edges, like an official document. He took a deep breath before reading.
"Mr. Sweet,
Your wife Veronica has accepted a prestigious mission as a permanent research assistant for Dr. Viktor VonTicklet. She is currently traveling abroad and will no longer be able to fulfill her role as a mother and wife. We thank you for respecting her decision and not attempting to contact her. You will find a video she wished to send you as a farewell.
Sincerely, The VonTicklet Laboratory"
Henry read the text three times. Each sentence seemed more absurd than the last. Research assistant? Veronica? Abroad? Without a word, without a sign, without saying goodbye? He felt an icy shiver run up his spine. No. It didn't make sense. Something was deeply wrong.
His gaze slowly drifted to the VHS cassette. His stomach tightened. He didn't want to watch it. His whole being screamed at him to burn that damn tape and forget. But he knew he wouldn't. He stood up, grabbed the cassette with a trembling hand, and approached the old VCR. The machine groaned as it swallowed the tape, a mechanical sound that rang like a death knell.
He sat on the couch, fists clenched, heart beating too fast. One last sigh. Then the image appeared. The screen crackled with static, like a bad signal. A figure gradually appeared, blurry, before stabilizing. Dr. VonTicklet. Impeccably dressed, elegant and disturbing, he sat in an armchair, his light smile exuding calculated arrogance. Then he spoke, his voice deep and measured, as if addressing a colleague during a simple meeting.
"Good evening, Henry."
Henry felt his muscles tense the moment his name was spoken.
"I imagine you are confused. That's why your wife wanted to send you a personal message. I present to you... Veronica."
A shiver ran through him.
"Veronica."
And then, she entered the frame. Henry stopped breathing. It wasn't his wife. Well... it wasn't her anymore. Veronica had changed. Her hair cascaded in perfect curls, framing her face with outrageous sensuality. Her makeup was heavier than ever, highlighting eyes sparkling with excitement and lips plump with a lascivious red shine. But it was her outfit that made Henry's heart ache.
She wore a black lace corset, cinching her waist and pushing her breasts up in blatant provocation. Black stockings ran up her endless legs, meeting under a skirt so short it seemed like an accessory. She had never been so sexualized. And yet, it was her expression that finished Henry off. Veronica was smiling. A smile of disarming sincerity, illuminated by a perverse, childish, frivolous joy.
She had never seemed so happy. She settled into the armchair with insolent ease, elegantly crossing her legs. Her light, crystalline laugh escaped her lips.
— Hi, honey...
She batted her eyelashes softly, her voice sugary, almost singing.
— Oh, but that's not true anymore, is it? Hihihi...
Henry felt a cold sweat trickle down his neck.
— I just wanted to tell you that I am so happy here. I discovered what I truly am... and I owe it all to the Doctor.
She cast a burning glance at VonTicklet, her smile widening, like a woman in love. Henry felt like throwing up. But the worst was yet to come. Veronica stood up and took a step forward, like an actress revealing a surprise.
— I am the best assistant in the world!
She laughed again before turning her eyes to VonTicklet, filled with adoration.
— And you know what? It's time for a demonstration!
Then, she turned to something off-camera. The image shifted. And Henry got his first glimpse of hell.
Henry felt his stomach knot, a cold sweat trickling down his neck as the camera revealed a room resembling a laboratory. The dim lights gave the place an unreal, almost theatrical aura. But it was what stood in the center that took his breath away. A massive, pulsating, luminescent gelatinous form breathed like a living creature. Its semi-translucent body undulated to the rhythm of a silent energy, an organic dance, both fascinating and disturbing.
And before this abject being... Veronica. She approached slowly, with insolent sensuality. Her heels clicked on the floor, each movement deliberate, as if savoring the moment. Then, with a mischievous smile, she turned to the camera.
— Henry... I hope you're watching closely, hihihi!
She winked, then placed her hands on her corset. With studied slowness, she unfastened each clasp, gradually freeing her generous breasts, which rose and fell with her growing excitement. Then the skirt fell to the floor, revealing a fine garter belt and black satin panties, already soaked. She laughed. She didn't wait. She threw herself into the creature's arms.
The tentacles lunged immediately, as if recognizing her, as if waiting for her. Veronica laughed again, her laugh bursting with unhealthy joy, as her arms were pulled back, immobilized in perfect suppleness. Her legs were lifted just above the ground, her ankles held in a position offering her feet entirely to the slime's assault. She knew what awaited her. And she almost begged for it.
— Hihihihi... oh no... Not that... Not my little feet! HahAHHAHAHAHA!!
The first contact was exquisitely measured. Tiny tentacles grazed the soles of her feet, exploring every millimeter of hypersensitive skin, slipping between her toes curled in an uncontrollable spasm. Her laughter exploded, uncontrollable.
— HHHAAAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOHOHOHO NOHOT THEHERE… YEHEHES AHHAHAHAHAHHAH—!!!"
Suction cups closed over her heels, massaging, gently sucking the fine skin stretched under the arches of her feet, triggering a series of tremors along her taut legs. Henry had never seen Veronica like this. She laughed, yes. But she laughed like a woman who wanted more.
The creature intensified its game, slowly climbing up her legs, lingering on the insides of her thighs, tracing light circles around the lace of her soaked panties.
— Hhhhnnnn... hihihi... oooh...
Her head tilted back, her smile transforming into an expression of ecstasy. Then, as if the slime sensed her body yielding, it tore away her last barrier. Her panties dissolved under the effect of the glutinous fluid, revealing skin already gleaming with moisture. A viscous, larger, denser, oozing protrusion slowly slid between her buttocks.
Henry felt his throat tighten. No... He knew. He knew what his wife had discovered in that laboratory. The pleasure she had never known before. And now... she was claiming it. Veronica moaned, her thighs spreading on their own to offer deeper access to her betrayed intimacy.
— OOOHHH OHHHHH—HahhAHHAHAHAAAHHHH MOOOH—!
The tickles didn't stop. The tentacles on her feet accelerated, lightly scratching the taut skin of her arches. Her breasts, still framed by the corset, were assaulted by suction cups that pinched and nibbled her nipples erect under the lace. But it was all happening down below. The slime's thrust was slow, progressive, stretching her body beyond all resistance.
Her stomach contracted violently, her fingers clenched, her head tilted back in a broken cry.
— HHHHHAAAAAHHHHAAA—AHAHAHAHA—OOOHHH OOHHH I…
Her body exploded in uncontrollable spasms. She was no longer laughing. She was crying. Her mascara ran in dark rivers down her cheeks. Her lips parted, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her gaze rolled up to the ceiling in pure and absolute ecstasy. It was over. There was nothing else.
Henry, trembling, tasted metal on his tongue. He had bitten his lip without even realizing it. Veronica's laughter subsided into a series of breathless moans, each tremor of her body betraying the intensity of the pleasure she had just experienced. The image abruptly cut off.
Then, a final scene.
Veronica, lying on a table, naked, her body marked by the imprints of suction cups and the slime's fluids. She stared at the camera with a beatific smile, her eyes still damp with tears, her breath erratic.
— Hhhhhnnn... Henry... I hope you watched closely.
She laughed softly, her cheeks flushed with ecstasy.
— I love my new role... I am Dr. VonTicklet's Milf Tickle Toy now, hihihihihi!
The screen went dark. Henry remained frozen. His chest heaved with labored breathing. His fingers trembled on the armrest of the chair. There was nothing more to understand. The woman he loved no longer existed. And he would never see her again.
Veronica regained consciousness slowly, her mind still numb from the hazy memories of what had just happened. Her body was heavy, her breath erratic, and every inch of her skin seemed to still vibrate with the imprint of the stimulations she had endured.
A soft metallic click echoed in her ears.
She opened her eyes.
The first shock was the blinding light overhead. A clinical white halo that contrasted with the moist and visceral atmosphere of the creature that had engulfed her.
The second shock… was her immobility.
Her arms were stretched above her head, her wrists firmly secured by metal restraints, as were her ankles, forced into an obedient posture. Her body was exposed, offered, submitted to an X-shaped structure that allowed very little movement.
She tried to speak, but only a faint moan escaped her lips.
— Welcome back among us, Veronica.
Dr. VonTicklet's voice resonated in the room, suave and composed, tinged with cold satisfaction.
She struggled against the torpor, trying to regain her focus. The echo of memories returned in waves: the creature, the stimulations, the devastating sensations that had shaken every fiber of her being. She could still feel the imprint of those waves of pleasure… and something else, more insidious.
She tugged at her restraints, her body shivering in the warm air of the laboratory.
— What…
Her voice was hoarse.
— Shhh… Don't struggle. We still have work to do.
It was then that she noticed a troubling detail.
Her back was in contact with the metal support, as were her shoulders, but the arch of her spine remained slightly curved.
A cold shiver ran up her spine.
She tried again to close her legs, but the forced position kept them open. She was completely exposed.
VonTicklet approached, and the shadow of his figure loomed in her field of vision. He still wore that impeccable white coat, a stark contrast to the moisture that still covered Veronica's skin.
— Now, we will begin the final phase of your education. You have been an excellent experimental subject… but you are not yet complete.
He lightly brushed his fingertips over her contracted abdomen, slowly tracing the line between her still-heavy breasts from her last ecstasy.
— Your mind is still marked by what you have experienced… but there are resistances. We must break them one by one.
A soft beep sounded.
The hypnotic spiral began to move in front of her eyes.
— We will start slowly, Veronica. Are you ready?
She closed her eyes.
— No… she murmured weakly.
VonTicklet smiled.
— All the better.
And the first phase of conditioning began.
A metallic clack sounded above her.
A device slowly descended from the ceiling.
A smooth black helmet, equipped with an opaque visor and glowing sensors, locked onto her head with a pneumatic hiss.
Veronica startled at the enveloping warmth of the device. Then, the lights activated.
Hypnotic spirals, swirling, moving, invaded her field of vision. She wanted to look away, but the helmet immediately adjusted to her movements, imposing the image directly onto her retina.
— What is your profession, Veronica?
Dr. VonTicklet's voice resonated, calm, composed… dangerously persuasive.
She shook her head, her mind still foggy.
— I… I don't have one… she stammered.
VonTicklet smiled softly.
— That is incorrect. You are my assistant.
A soft beep echoed in her ears.
The helmet emitted a warm vibration, a tingling sensation that spread across her scalp, like an electric caress.
Veronica shivered violently.
— N-No… I am not…
— Oh, but you are.
He pressed a button on the control panel.
A hiss sounded.
A mechanical feather slowly descended, its fine bristles vibrating slightly in the electrically charged air.
Veronica did not see it, but she felt it immediately. A first brush against her bare stomach.
— "Hhhnn !"
She startled, her abdominals contracting instantly. A nervous laugh rose in her throat, which she tried to suppress.
But the feather rose higher.
Brushing her waist… her ribs… gliding along the sensitive interstices between each bone.
— "Hhhh hhhnnnnohoho… !!"
VonTicklet watched her reaction with a satisfied smile.
— Repeat after me, Veronica. I am Dr. VonTicklet's assistant.
She writhed, her body trembling with impatience and apprehension.
— N… no…
The Doctor sighed.
— That was predictable.
A click. A second feather appeared. This time… it grazed the base of her breast. Veronica immediately stifled a laugh.
— Hhhhnnn… nohoho…
But the feather did not stop. It slowly circled her hardened nipple, tracing lazy circles, brushing the flesh with sadistic precision.
—Aaaahaahh… nnnhh… o-okay, okay— !!
She shook her head, trying to resist, but her own body betrayed her. Her hips twitched, her belly contracted, and a diffuse warmth spread to her clitoris.
—I… I…
The Doctor smiled, watching her fingers clench, her toes curl involuntarily.
—This isn’t enough yet, is it?
He pressed another button. A third feather descended. This time… it brushed directly against her clitoris.
—HHHHHAHAHAHAH !!!
Her back arched violently. An uncontrollable laugh burst from her lips. The feathers now whirled in harmony over her ribs, sliding up and down, over her breasts, teasing her hardened areolas and clitoris, pulsing with each touch.
—HHHAAHAHAHAHAA NOOOOHOOO !!!!
VonTicklet reveled in the spectacle. She was still fighting, her mind refusing to yield, but her body already knew. The vibrations of the hypnotic helmet intensified, sending new waves into her brain. Her breathing broke, her laughter mixing with uncontrolled moans.
—Veronica… Repeat after me.
The feathers accelerated over her clitoris and breasts, amplifying each sensation. Her belly hollowed out, her hips began to follow the rhythm despite herself. She couldn’t hold on any longer.
—Hhhh—hhhnnnn !!
VonTicklet brought his face close to her ear, whispering in a soft and wicked voice.
—Accept what you are.
Her body exploded in a single burst.
—HHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHNNNN !!!!
Her orgasm swept over her, burning and unstoppable, a deep tremor shaking her entire body. Her toes curled, her legs tensed, her back arched in a final convulsion of pleasure. Her hysterical laughter died in a stifled cry, her skin covered in a thin film of sweat. The helmet immediately scanned her state. The spirals slowed down… The feathers gradually stopped.
VonTicklet let the silence settle for a few moments. Then…
—So, Veronica… what is your job?
Her body was still shaken by small residual spasms, her breath short, her muscles exhausted… But this time… A new tone vibrated in her voice.
—I am… your assistant.
A triumphant smile stretched across the Doctor’s lips.
—Good girl.
He brushed her chin, observing her hesitant gaze, lost somewhere between submission and lucidity. But he knew. He had just broken the first barrier. A soft beep echoed in the room. Veronica, still panting, her cheeks flushed, her thighs trembling after her first hypnotic orgasm, felt a shiver of tension run down her spine. The helmet was still firmly attached to her head. The hypnotic spirals whirled again, slower, deeper, seeking to delve further into her mind.
Dr. VonTicklet watched his newly conditioned assistant’s reactions closely. She had accepted her role, yes… but they had to go further.
—A good assistant is also an experimental subject.
Veronica slightly furrowed her brows under the luminous visor. Part of her wanted to refuse, but the helmet vibrated slightly, sending a subtle wave through her scalp.
She shuddered but quickly regained her lucidity.
—No.
A smile spread across the Doctor’s lips.
—Ah, I see…
He tapped a few buttons on the control panel. Veronica’s restraints adjusted slightly. Her arms were raised higher, her chest more exposed. Her ankles were further immobilized, her feet offered up to the impending torment.
—It seems we still need to adjust your mind.
He turned a lever. An electrical hum sounded. A set of mechanical arms descended from the ceiling, their tips gleaming with cruel promises. Two rotating brushes, pulsing with static electricity, positioned themselves in front of her ribs. Two vibrating stimulators, with pointed tips, adjusted in front of her breasts. A thinner metal arm descended, its small tips pulsing with micro-electric shocks at her thighs. And finally… two mechanical claws clamped onto her feet, holding each of her toes separately.
Veronica immediately jerked.
—H-Hey… no… not that… !
—Too late.
The first contact. The electric brushes activated on her ribs, their rotating bristles releasing small electrostatic charges, crackling against her ultra-sensitive skin.
"HHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA !!!!"
Her back immediately arched, a tearing laugh bursting from her throat.
—NOT HERE NOT HERE NOT HERE!!
Her arms tensed involuntarily, her hands clenched, her hips trying to escape. But the brushes spun even faster, tickling relentlessly every fragile interstice between her ribs, moving up and down, covering every inch of her waist.
—HHHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAA!!
Her laughter turned hysterical, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. Then, another shock. The vibrating stimulators pressed against her nipples. A warm discharge coursed through her already hypersensitive areolas, sending a paradoxical wave between pleasure and torture.
—HHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHNNN !!!!
Her sex throbbed, her belly clenched under the assault.
—Hhhhnnnnnnohohoho… STOP!!
The Doctor smiled.
—Oh, Veronica… You know how this works now.
He leaned slightly towards her, close, too close. His hand gently caressed her sweat-drenched cheek.
—Say it, Veronica.
—I… hhahh—haha— I am not… a…
He pressed another button. The mechanical arm in front of her thighs came to life, its tips delivering small electric shocks directly onto her bare skin.
—HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!
Her legs trembled violently. The charges moved unpredictably, striking randomly, sometimes on the inside of her thighs, sometimes just above her mons pubis, stealing new uncontrollable spasms from her. Her hips undulated, trying to flee, trying to resist, but…
—AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA NOOOOHOOOO!!
And finally… The claws holding her toes tightened slightly. A hum rose… Then two ultra-fine brushes began to whirl under her feet.
—HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAA NOT THAT NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT NOHOHOHOH !!!!"
She immediately lost all control. Her feet twisted, trying to escape the diabolical grip of the brushes. They slid over her arches, slowly moving up to the base of her toes, then back down, playing with her fragile nerves. And meanwhile, the electric shocks on her thighs intensified, the vibrations on her nipples accelerated, and the brushes on her ribs gave her no respite.
—HHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA !!!!"
Her fingers clenched. Her body arched. But… Something was off. VonTicklet saw it immediately. Despite the intensity of the torment, she was holding on. Yes, she was laughing, screaming, her whole body trembling. But… She wasn’t giving in. Not like before. Her mind was resisting. The slime’s marking had toughened her.
The Doctor pursed his lips slightly, thoughtful.
—Interesting… he murmured, observing every reaction. The machines made her entire body vibrate, her toes stretched in spasms, her chest subjected to a relentless assault, but she wasn’t letting go.
—HhhhAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!
Her broken laughter still echoed, but… She wasn’t reaching orgasm. Not yet.
—Mmhh… I’m going to need something more… radical.
He turned a final button. The machines gradually slowed down. A beep sounded in the room. Veronica, trembling, her skin beaded with sweat, panted under the hypnotic helmet, her thighs still clenched, her belly contracted from the assaults she had just endured. But… She hadn’t given in. Not this time.
VonTicklet, thoughtful, observed her with interest.
"Hmmm… Very interesting."
His finger tapped his chin, then he straightened slightly, contemplating his subject of study. Veronica was spread-eagled, totally exposed.
Her arms stretched, each muscle numb from the successive tensions. Her breasts heavy, heaving, still tingling from the residual stimulations. Her thighs glistening with sweat, trembling from the micro-electric shocks. Her feet hypersensitized, each of her toes still spread, too marked by the infernal brushes. But her gaze… Her gaze was still there. Troubled, yes. Foggy, slightly lost under the effects of hypnosis, but still combative.
VonTicklet smiled slightly.
—You’re holding on, Veronica. Impressive.
He tapped a few keys on the control panel. The brushes slowed down. The vibrations decreased. Little by little, the stimulations ceased. She panted violently, her head falling back, her skin coursing with nervous shivers. Then… The helmet flickered weakly. The hypnosis was still ongoing, but… something had changed.
VonTicklet, hands clasped behind his back, approached slowly.
—I offer you a deal."
His voice was no longer as imperious. It was… soft. Pedagogical. Calculated. Veronica, her body still marked by spasms, slightly parted her lips.
"A… deal?" she breathed.
The Doctor nodded.
—The hypnotic device is powerful… but it has its limits. I could continue like this for hours, until you give in.
He brushed the visor of the helmet, and Veronica felt an involuntary shiver run down her neck.
—But we both know you are more… receptive to cooperation.
She shuddered slightly. A discomfort floated within her. Why did this… calm tone trouble her more than the machines?
—So here’s what I propose. A simple break.
He tilted his head slightly.
—You are my assistant, after all. It’s natural for you to participate in the research.
His gloved hands rested on the metal armrests, on either side of Veronica. He leaned in slightly. Enough for her to smell his scent, that troubling smell of leather and musk, that sensory imprint that had already anchored itself in her.
—So, Veronica… tell me.
His eyes gleamed with a predatory glint.
—During your experience with the experiment…
An immediate shiver ran up her spine. She abruptly opened her eyes, her thighs instinctively tensing.
—… what was… your greatest pleasure? A good assistant must report this kind of information.
A heavy silence fell in the room. Veronica felt her heart race. She should have refused. She should have turned her head away. But...
The helmet pulsed gently. The lights danced, hypnotic, penetrating every corner of her mind. An insidious vertigo gripped her, blurring the lines between resistance and submission. Her breath trembled. She averted her eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She had to lie. Say anything. She couldn't give him what he wanted. But...
The images struck her like a burning wave. She saw it all again. The tentacles. The stimulations. The infernal tickles. The electric pulses. The caresses on her chest, on her stomach, on her sex... But...
But that wasn't where it had happened. No. No...
Her body became electrified. She involuntarily moistened. A tiny spasm made her hips twitch. She couldn't... Couldn't say... Her broken voice slipped out of her throat. Weak. Too weak.
— W-when...
She swallowed, her wrists trembling against the restraints. VonTicklet waited. Silent. Implacable. Fascinated. She closed her eyes. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it would explode. Then, finally...
— When... it was... behind...
She felt her world crumbling. The words had come out. Her weakness was revealed. VonTicklet did not move immediately. He took his time. His gaze pierced the hypnotic haze. A very, very slow smile spread across his face.
— Oh...
His voice was barely a murmur.
— I see.
He lightly brushed his fingers over her shoulder, tracing an invisible circle on her still-quivering skin.
— So, Veronica...
His fingers slid lower.
— Ready for the next phase?
The silence that followed Veronica's confession was almost unreal. She was still panting, her body still under the spell of the hypnotic helmet, the pulsating light behind the visor now etched in her mind. Her wrists were taut against the metal restraints, her muscles trembling under the strain, but it was inside her that the storm raged. She knew she had revealed her worst weakness, and VonTicklet, methodical and patient, would take advantage of it.
— We had a deal ! She roared
— My only deal is with science !
He tapped a few commands on his control panel, triggering a series of mechanisms in the room. First, a discreet hum, as if something beneath her was coming to life. Then, metallic clicks echoed, announcing the arrival of new mechanical arms descending from the ceiling. Veronica felt her stomach tighten.
She tried to move, but she was far too restrained. Her legs, trapped up to her thighs, prevented any attempt to retreat. Her feet, immobilized in separate devices, were perfectly exposed. Her chest, quivering under the tension, was an easy target. But most of all, her arched back left her last defense vulnerable.
VonTicklet approached slowly, observing her body with an analytical gaze.
— An assistant must also be a good experimental subject, Veronica. And you are far too responsive for me to settle for mere preliminary tests.
A first mechanical arm activated. It slowly descended towards the small of her back, a tip covered in translucent gel pulsing gently. The mere proximity of the device made Veronica shudder, an uncontrollable shiver running through her.
— No... Not my ass please she murmured between short breaths.
The module grazed her skin. The first sensation was a warm, gentle caress, like a wet touch on a place that should never be touched that way. But quickly, a series of micro-vibrations began to course over the sensitive surface of her anal ring. It was a perverse game, an alternation between gentleness and insistence.
Veronica jerked violently, pulling on her restraints.
— Hhhnnn—!
VonTicklet watched the reactions, adjusting the parameters with precision.
— Your body speaks, Veronica. It tells me everything I need to know.
The module adapted, testing the natural resistance of her muscles. If she tensed, the pulsations slowed, offering a more diffuse, more insidious sensation. But if she quivered, if she allowed even a moment of relaxation, the stimulation became more intense, more targeted.
She knew it was a losing battle from the start.
A second mechanical arm activated, this time directed at her feet. Veronica had no time to prepare before tiny metallic filaments brushed against the ultra-sensitive skin of her soles.
— HHHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOHOHOO—!!
Her feet jerked, as much as the restraints allowed. Her toes splayed on their own, trying to escape a contact that had only just begun.
The device generated tiny electrostatic pulses, a sensation between shiver and diffuse burn, between caress and nerve torture. Each micro-discharge awakened a new area, as if the electricity traced invisible paths, igniting every exposed nerve.
Veronica tried to shake her head, to deny it, but her uncontrollable laughter betrayed the impact.
— HhhahahAHHAHAHAHA NOT MY FEEHEEHEET!!
VonTicklet adjusted the frequency of the stimulations. He observed her reactions, each spasm, each muscle contraction telling him precisely where and how to intensify the experience.
A third module then descended towards her chest. Two arms equipped with suction devices landed on her breasts, immediately engulfing her nipples, already hard from the overall stimulation.
— Hhhnnn... haaahh... Veronica gasped, her head tilting slightly back in anticipation.
The heated tips applied a first pressure, a gentle but insistent suction, combined with slight electric pulses coursing over her already erect nipples.
When the first real suction occurred, her back arched violently.
— HHHHNNNAAAHAHAHAAA NOOOHOHOH!!!
She could no longer think. Her entire body was a battlefield where each zone was exploited with surgical precision.
Her breasts endured a mix of suction and electrostimulation, each point of contact sending waves of shivers to her belly.
Her feet were tormented by the metallic filaments, oscillating between light caresses and electrostatic pulses.
Her anus was subjected to the vibrations of the module, a rhythm that intensified whenever she dared to resist too much.
And in the midst of it all... the hypnosis continued. The helmet on her head pulsed more intensely, the spiral of light behind the visor accelerating.
— A good assistant is an experimental subject... murmured the Doctor's voice.
She shook her head, clenching her fingers in the void.
— N-no... no, I don't want to...
A stronger electric shock coursed through the soles of her feet.
— AAAAAHHHHHAHHAAA—NOOOONN!!
A higher level of suction activated on her breasts.
— HHHHNNNNAAAAAHHHHNN !!
The anal module added a slight pressure, a more insistent, more intimate push.
— HHAAAAAHH!!
Her body arched, her wrists pulling violently against her restraints. Her breath was ragged, her cheeks flushed with shame and frustration.
The Doctor's voice continued, soft, implacable.
— A good assistant submits to experiments. She accepts being tested. She becomes the perfect subject.
The hypnotic helmet sent stronger and stronger signals, the words etching into her mind as the stimulation drained her strength.
She could no longer fight.
— Hhhhnnnnn... n-no...
She was still trying to resist. But VonTicklet knew she wouldn't hold out much longer.
— Say it, Veronica... he breathed with a smile.
His hand brushed a lever. The stimulations intensified. Her laughter broke into a scream.
— HHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAA—AAAHHHHNNNHHH—!!
Her body exploded in a first anal orgasm, nervous, uncontrollable. Her mind, meanwhile, shattered a little more.
The orgasm that seized her then was not like the previous ones. It did not come from simple pleasure or direct stimulation. It was deeper, more insidious, gripping her entire being, swallowing her in a spiral of uncontrollable sensations.
The anal module, embedded in her, emitted a final long and deep vibration, sending an electric tremor through her spine. It widened just enough to cause a pulsation of her internal muscles, wrenching a choked cry of astonishment and submission from her.
Her feet, still under the assault of micro-electrostatic pulses, curled violently, her toes clenched in a desperate attempt to contain the inexorable rise of pleasure. The electricity played on the nerve endings of her soles, forcing her body to tense and convulse, amplifying the involuntary contractions already shaking her pelvis.
Her breasts, trapped by the suction cups and their slight electric shocks, had become an epicenter of tension. With each suction, her nipples, swollen and hypersensitive, were stimulated by subtle pulses, sending contradictory signals of pleasure and nerve torture to her already overloaded brain.
Her belly contracted in violent spasms, successive waves rising to her chest, where her breath, held captive, could no longer escape in laughter or moans.
Her face contorted, her cheeks crimson from the intensity of the moment.
Her hips jerked involuntarily, her pelvis seeking non-existent support, as if her own body refused to believe what was happening to it.
And then... the explosion.
A brutal wave of orgasm surged within her, starting from the depths of her belly and radiating through every fiber of her being.
It was stronger than anything she had ever felt. A point of internal tension finally gave way, triggering uncontrollable spasms in her thighs, her back, down to her still-clenched toes.
Her body jerked against the restraints, every muscle taut like a bow ready to snap.
Her anus, still stimulated by the machine, continued to pulse around the module, amplifying each shock, each surge of pleasure that coursed through her without respite.
Her throat tightened, and finally, the sound escaped her mouth.
— HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHNNNNHHH—!!!!
A mix of broken laughter, ragged gasps, ecstatic sobs. Her body was out of control, each wave more devastating than the last.
The orgasm did not strike just once. It was an avalanche. Each muscle contraction triggered a new barrage of sensations, trapping her in an infernal loop where pleasure never stopped.
Her feet, still tortured by the micro-shocks, tensed nervously, alternating between contraction and release, further amplifying the tremors of her hips, the ecstasy still electrifying her exposed nerves.
The sensory overload made her mind waver. Her eyes rolled back slightly, her ragged breath becoming broken moans, an echo of the uncontrollable intensity that overwhelmed her.
She wanted to beg for it to stop, but no words came out. Only the sound of her own pleasure.
Her body, convulsing spasm after spasm, finally began to relax gradually, but the tremors continued, small involuntary jerks still wrenching weak moans from her.
The hypnotic helmet pulsed faintly on her head, the visor emitting spirals of light that infiltrated her mind, shaping her thoughts, molding her identity. Dr. VonTicklet, standing before her, observed with satisfaction the final phase of his work.
— You have already changed so much, Veronica... but you can still go further.
His voice was a murmur, a poisoned invitation that insinuated itself into her mind. She knew it. And yet... she could no longer oppose it.
The sensations accumulated. The stimulations had evolved, becoming hypnotic waves that pulsed within her, calibrated with scientific precision.
Her feet, still captive to the tireless caresses of the doctor's machine, quivered under the assault of ultra-fine brushes that grazed her sensitive skin, modulating the tickles between gentleness and cruelty. Her toes curled up on their own, her thighs twitched, but the resistance was weaker. It was a familiar sensation now, almost... reassuring.
Her chest was not spared; light suction cups sealed onto her breasts caused rhythmic stimulations, intense vibrations that followed each beat of her heart. Her nipples, ultra-sensitive tips offered to the machine, underwent a complex cycle of suction and electric caresses, keeping them in a state of maximum receptivity.
And finally...
Her stomach contracted as she felt the machine stimulate her more intensely deep within. A shiver ran through her entire body, from head to toe, and her mouth opened slightly in a broken moan.
— You can feel it, Veronica…
The doctor approached slowly, savoring each spasm, each tremor of his former neighbor turned masterpiece.
— You are no longer just my assistant.
He pressed a button on the control panel. The machine adapted, reconfigured its cycles, accelerated. Veronica gasped, her body suddenly stiffening. The vibrations that kept her in that state of controlled ecstasy intensified. Every nerve in her body was assaulted simultaneously. The tickles became more incisive, deeper, triggering uncontrollable bursts of laughter that mixed with the desperate moans escaping her throat.
Her stomach hollowed out under the intensity of the sensations, her thighs opened on their own, her back arched. Her mind wavered between being and not being, between her last shred of humanity and the new form offered to her.
— Who are you, Veronica?
She tried to answer. Her voice trembled.
— I-I…
An ultra-soft electric shock pulsed directly onto her clitoris. Her body reacted immediately.
— AHHHnnnn !
She panted, an orgasmic shiver striking her from within, her stomach contracting violently under the irresistible surge of pleasure.
— Tell me your name.
A second of silence.
Then...
A smile. Weak at first. Then more assured. Veronica slightly raised her head, the hypnotic light reflected in her dilated pupils. Her voice was soft. Troubling. Transformed.
— Veronica... VonTicklet.
The doctor smiled, satisfied. He released the controls, and the machine gradually softened, bringing Veronica back to a state of residual shivers, her body trembling with ecstasy still inscribed in her flesh. She was born a second time.
— Welcome home... Frau VonTicklet.
Veronica, still suspended, burst into a soft, intoxicated laugh. A laugh that, this time, was no longer forced. It was a laugh of absolute happiness.
The house was silent. An abnormal, heavy silence. Henry Sweet ran a nervous hand through his hair, staring at the living room table where the mysterious black envelope awaited him. He hadn't dared open it right away. His instinct told him he didn't want to know.
It had been several days since Veronica had disappeared, and yet he had received no distress calls, no messages. Nothing. She had vanished as if she had never existed. But this letter... It was there, in front of him. Accompanied by a VHS cassette, an obsolete object, as strange as it was disturbing.
He reached out his hand. The glossy paper of the envelope was cold under his fingers. Slowly, he tore it open and pulled out a sheet with too-perfect edges, like an official document. He took a deep breath before reading.
"Mr. Sweet,
Your wife Veronica has accepted a prestigious mission as a permanent research assistant for Dr. Viktor VonTicklet. She is currently traveling abroad and will no longer be able to fulfill her role as a mother and wife. We thank you for respecting her decision and not attempting to contact her. You will find a video she wished to send you as a farewell.
Sincerely, The VonTicklet Laboratory"
Henry read the text three times. Each sentence seemed more absurd than the last. Research assistant? Veronica? Abroad? Without a word, without a sign, without saying goodbye? He felt an icy shiver run up his spine. No. It didn't make sense. Something was deeply wrong.
His gaze slowly drifted to the VHS cassette. His stomach tightened. He didn't want to watch it. His whole being screamed at him to burn that damn tape and forget. But he knew he wouldn't. He stood up, grabbed the cassette with a trembling hand, and approached the old VCR. The machine groaned as it swallowed the tape, a mechanical sound that rang like a death knell.
He sat on the couch, fists clenched, heart beating too fast. One last sigh. Then the image appeared. The screen crackled with static, like a bad signal. A figure gradually appeared, blurry, before stabilizing. Dr. VonTicklet. Impeccably dressed, elegant and disturbing, he sat in an armchair, his light smile exuding calculated arrogance. Then he spoke, his voice deep and measured, as if addressing a colleague during a simple meeting.
"Good evening, Henry."
Henry felt his muscles tense the moment his name was spoken.
"I imagine you are confused. That's why your wife wanted to send you a personal message. I present to you... Veronica."
A shiver ran through him.
"Veronica."
And then, she entered the frame. Henry stopped breathing. It wasn't his wife. Well... it wasn't her anymore. Veronica had changed. Her hair cascaded in perfect curls, framing her face with outrageous sensuality. Her makeup was heavier than ever, highlighting eyes sparkling with excitement and lips plump with a lascivious red shine. But it was her outfit that made Henry's heart ache.
She wore a black lace corset, cinching her waist and pushing her breasts up in blatant provocation. Black stockings ran up her endless legs, meeting under a skirt so short it seemed like an accessory. She had never been so sexualized. And yet, it was her expression that finished Henry off. Veronica was smiling. A smile of disarming sincerity, illuminated by a perverse, childish, frivolous joy.
She had never seemed so happy. She settled into the armchair with insolent ease, elegantly crossing her legs. Her light, crystalline laugh escaped her lips.
— Hi, honey...
She batted her eyelashes softly, her voice sugary, almost singing.
— Oh, but that's not true anymore, is it? Hihihi...
Henry felt a cold sweat trickle down his neck.
— I just wanted to tell you that I am so happy here. I discovered what I truly am... and I owe it all to the Doctor.
She cast a burning glance at VonTicklet, her smile widening, like a woman in love. Henry felt like throwing up. But the worst was yet to come. Veronica stood up and took a step forward, like an actress revealing a surprise.
— I am the best assistant in the world!
She laughed again before turning her eyes to VonTicklet, filled with adoration.
— And you know what? It's time for a demonstration!
Then, she turned to something off-camera. The image shifted. And Henry got his first glimpse of hell.
Henry felt his stomach knot, a cold sweat trickling down his neck as the camera revealed a room resembling a laboratory. The dim lights gave the place an unreal, almost theatrical aura. But it was what stood in the center that took his breath away. A massive, pulsating, luminescent gelatinous form breathed like a living creature. Its semi-translucent body undulated to the rhythm of a silent energy, an organic dance, both fascinating and disturbing.
And before this abject being... Veronica. She approached slowly, with insolent sensuality. Her heels clicked on the floor, each movement deliberate, as if savoring the moment. Then, with a mischievous smile, she turned to the camera.
— Henry... I hope you're watching closely, hihihi!
She winked, then placed her hands on her corset. With studied slowness, she unfastened each clasp, gradually freeing her generous breasts, which rose and fell with her growing excitement. Then the skirt fell to the floor, revealing a fine garter belt and black satin panties, already soaked. She laughed. She didn't wait. She threw herself into the creature's arms.
The tentacles lunged immediately, as if recognizing her, as if waiting for her. Veronica laughed again, her laugh bursting with unhealthy joy, as her arms were pulled back, immobilized in perfect suppleness. Her legs were lifted just above the ground, her ankles held in a position offering her feet entirely to the slime's assault. She knew what awaited her. And she almost begged for it.
— Hihihihi... oh no... Not that... Not my little feet! HahAHHAHAHAHA!!
The first contact was exquisitely measured. Tiny tentacles grazed the soles of her feet, exploring every millimeter of hypersensitive skin, slipping between her toes curled in an uncontrollable spasm. Her laughter exploded, uncontrollable.
— HHHAAAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOHOHOHO NOHOT THEHERE… YEHEHES AHHAHAHAHAHHAH—!!!"
Suction cups closed over her heels, massaging, gently sucking the fine skin stretched under the arches of her feet, triggering a series of tremors along her taut legs. Henry had never seen Veronica like this. She laughed, yes. But she laughed like a woman who wanted more.
The creature intensified its game, slowly climbing up her legs, lingering on the insides of her thighs, tracing light circles around the lace of her soaked panties.
— Hhhhnnnn... hihihi... oooh...
Her head tilted back, her smile transforming into an expression of ecstasy. Then, as if the slime sensed her body yielding, it tore away her last barrier. Her panties dissolved under the effect of the glutinous fluid, revealing skin already gleaming with moisture. A viscous, larger, denser, oozing protrusion slowly slid between her buttocks.
Henry felt his throat tighten. No... He knew. He knew what his wife had discovered in that laboratory. The pleasure she had never known before. And now... she was claiming it. Veronica moaned, her thighs spreading on their own to offer deeper access to her betrayed intimacy.
— OOOHHH OHHHHH—HahhAHHAHAHAAAHHHH MOOOH—!
The tickles didn't stop. The tentacles on her feet accelerated, lightly scratching the taut skin of her arches. Her breasts, still framed by the corset, were assaulted by suction cups that pinched and nibbled her nipples erect under the lace. But it was all happening down below. The slime's thrust was slow, progressive, stretching her body beyond all resistance.
Her stomach contracted violently, her fingers clenched, her head tilted back in a broken cry.
— HHHHHAAAAAHHHHAAA—AHAHAHAHA—OOOHHH OOHHH I…
Her body exploded in uncontrollable spasms. She was no longer laughing. She was crying. Her mascara ran in dark rivers down her cheeks. Her lips parted, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her gaze rolled up to the ceiling in pure and absolute ecstasy. It was over. There was nothing else.
Henry, trembling, tasted metal on his tongue. He had bitten his lip without even realizing it. Veronica's laughter subsided into a series of breathless moans, each tremor of her body betraying the intensity of the pleasure she had just experienced. The image abruptly cut off.
Then, a final scene.
Veronica, lying on a table, naked, her body marked by the imprints of suction cups and the slime's fluids. She stared at the camera with a beatific smile, her eyes still damp with tears, her breath erratic.
— Hhhhhnnn... Henry... I hope you watched closely.
She laughed softly, her cheeks flushed with ecstasy.
— I love my new role... I am Dr. VonTicklet's Milf Tickle Toy now, hihihihihi!
The screen went dark. Henry remained frozen. His chest heaved with labored breathing. His fingers trembled on the armrest of the chair. There was nothing more to understand. The woman he loved no longer existed. And he would never see her again.
