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Once more, this is extreme. Super extreme. More-so than the first two chapters here,
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?209926-Torture-Tech-FF-M-extreme
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?211383-Torture-Tech-FF-M-extreme-PART-2
It is an odd day when you can claim "writing semi-erotic tickle torture fiction" as a hobby, but its not a bad day.
Thanks for reading.
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Upon hearing that his answer was unacceptable, Dan's face quickly morphed into a terrified gasp.
Without pause Amber turned the knob to level four.
Dan burst into insane laughter.
Ticklish sensations began a full-on offensive on Dan's brain. Unlike feathers or fingernails, the shocks were constant and he could feel them throughout his body. At any other level than the first Dan was unable to make any noise than maniacal laughter. He tried his hardest to struggle against the cold steel shackles, but succeeded only in futilely clasping his fingers.
The girls continued to laugh at the silly face Dan made at level three. Though he smiled through uproarious laughter his expression was clearly one of panic.
“Bwahahahahaha, hahahahahaha” he yelled incessantly.
'Priceless' the girls thought.
Amber and Brittany still found his suffering very amusing but were becoming increasingly interested in the machine's capabilities. They checked the neuroactivity monitor and noticed the glowing line jumped increasingly closer to the “Danger” indicator. After about 2 minutes Amber brought the dial back down to 1, providing Dan with an very brief respite in anticipation to the horror to come.
“Please...no more. I can't...stand it” Dan heaved. He would have given anything for them to release him. He was oblivious to their mischievous motivations.
“Dan, don't be dumb. If you really can't stand it then you just have to give the right answer.” Brittany said in a matter-of-fact tone. It began to sink in with Dan that whoever these people are couldn't be reasoned with. A conclusion completely justified by what happened next.
“What are those” Brittany said aside to Amber looking at several more buttons next to the analysis monitor. Amber shrugged with a smile and pressed them.
“Now for this next round, we've decided to make things a little more interesting. I'm sure you'll agree.” Brittany's voice boomed and Dan heard more mechanical movement from behind him. Four more electric pads emerged. The first two planted themselves on the backs of his knees.
The moment he felt the cold glassy surface touch the hypersensitive area, he started freaking out even more. There was no way he could survive intense tickling from there. However, this thought process was interrupted by the vision of two more pads extending before him and securing themselves pectorally centered on his nipples.
By now, Dan was in a cold sweat. Not only was this position compromising, but completely humiliating. His panic increased thinking about the intense tickling that might course through his chest at any moment. Unable to cope with the stress of the situation he was reduced to silent sobs.
This made no difference to Amber and Brittany who wanted nothing more than to see his new tickle torture bra in action. Brittany leaned into the microphone.
“Ready for round 2?” She said playfully.
Dan looked up realizing this was his only chance to escape the maddening tickle torture.
“Here we go! Tell me how many members of the Jonas brothers are there and name them.” said Brittany.
Dan's facial expressions sprung to life while thinking intensely through his pop culture knowledge.
“Th..three...there's three Jonas...Jonas brothers. Um...J...Joe...uh...Nick Jonas...and um...uh Kev...Kevin? Joe, Nick, Kevin?” Dan yelled, almost positive he had gotten the answer right. His face was bright with hopeful anticipation.
Brittany leaned away from the mic and made eye contact with Amber.
“Should we?” Brittany asked, knowing full well the answer.
“Oh yeah.” Amber said reaching for the dial.
Dan could tell this was taking longer than the last question. 'Maybe they'll turn the tickling down' Dan prayed.
“Oh Dan...sooooo sorry.” Brittany said.
Dan's face quickly changed to horrific suprise.
“You forgot about the bonus Jonas” Brittany said defiantly as Amber brought the dial up to level 8.
Dan went berserk. His uncontrollable laughter started to sound more like flat out yelling. The sensations had tripled in intensity and were now going full force through the back of his knees and nipples, as well as his hyperticklish feet and sides.
The tickling had begun to affect Dan's sanity, which appeared on the neuroactivity meter. The line representing his brain waves danced dangerously close to the line, occasionally jumping above it.
“This is amazing” Amber said looking at the meter. “He is going absolutely bananas.”
“Yeah, just look at him” Brittany said pointing at Dan through the glass. They laughed at his goofy expression, his face contorted like a jellyfish, his eyes darting around as if they were animated. “This is the best machine ever. I wonder how its even working?”
“Probably by some weird, electronic, sciency reason. All I know is, its hilarious” Amber said bringing her size 10's up and resting them on the control panel. Through doing this her heel inadvertently pressed a button. Suddenly red warning lights filled the room.
“Oh my God, Amber.” Brittany said “What did you do?!”
“Um, nothing...I just put my feet up”
“Warning, Warning, subject to be engaged in protocol omega” the computer voice announced.
“What's protocol omega?” Amber asked.
“I guess we'll find out.”
Dan still in hysterics from the current wave of tickling found himself being manipulated by the metal rods. His legs began to spread apart to their limits, and the shackles around his wrists forced him to bend over. All the while laughing like a mad man at the constant tickles.
“Check it out, Brittany” Amber said pointing at the metal apparatus. Unbeknownst to Dan, yet another metal pad was slowly extending itself towards his backside.
“This is not gonna be pretty” Brittany giggled.
The metal pad finally reached Dan and landed in the spot between his genitals and rear.
The dial began to move on its own up past 9, 10, 11, and securing itself on 12.
“BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA” he screamed.
As the knob made its ascension, Dan's eye's widened as well until he stared bug-eyed at the glass screaming hysterically with laughter. The military grade tickling sensations were unlike any horror Dan could imagine. He could feel his grasp on reality drift away as the pads increased their wicked shocks exponentially.
“What did you do?” Brittany laughed.
“I don't know, the knob just moved on its own, haha” Amber said in surprise. “Oh my gosh, look at the brain thing.”
The screen on the neuroactivity monitor showed that Dan's brain could not stand this intensity for long. The glowing line now fluctuated well above the danger level.
“Wow he's really going crazy” Brittany said amused, but thoughtful. “Do you know how to turn it off?”
Amber scanned the control panel. “Hmm. I don't see anything. I don't want to get in trouble.”
“Yeah, me neither.” Brittany said. She laughed once more at Dan's labored smile and bug-eyed expression. “Um...wanna just bail?”
“Yeah, ok.” Amber replied gathering her shoes and bag.
Brittany picked up her shoes as well and headed for the door.
Afterward the two went to get smoothies and talk about bands.
Then later Brittany liked Amber's status on Facebook.
THE END
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?209926-Torture-Tech-FF-M-extreme
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?211383-Torture-Tech-FF-M-extreme-PART-2
It is an odd day when you can claim "writing semi-erotic tickle torture fiction" as a hobby, but its not a bad day.
Thanks for reading.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Upon hearing that his answer was unacceptable, Dan's face quickly morphed into a terrified gasp.
Without pause Amber turned the knob to level four.
Dan burst into insane laughter.
Ticklish sensations began a full-on offensive on Dan's brain. Unlike feathers or fingernails, the shocks were constant and he could feel them throughout his body. At any other level than the first Dan was unable to make any noise than maniacal laughter. He tried his hardest to struggle against the cold steel shackles, but succeeded only in futilely clasping his fingers.
The girls continued to laugh at the silly face Dan made at level three. Though he smiled through uproarious laughter his expression was clearly one of panic.
“Bwahahahahaha, hahahahahaha” he yelled incessantly.
'Priceless' the girls thought.
Amber and Brittany still found his suffering very amusing but were becoming increasingly interested in the machine's capabilities. They checked the neuroactivity monitor and noticed the glowing line jumped increasingly closer to the “Danger” indicator. After about 2 minutes Amber brought the dial back down to 1, providing Dan with an very brief respite in anticipation to the horror to come.
“Please...no more. I can't...stand it” Dan heaved. He would have given anything for them to release him. He was oblivious to their mischievous motivations.
“Dan, don't be dumb. If you really can't stand it then you just have to give the right answer.” Brittany said in a matter-of-fact tone. It began to sink in with Dan that whoever these people are couldn't be reasoned with. A conclusion completely justified by what happened next.
“What are those” Brittany said aside to Amber looking at several more buttons next to the analysis monitor. Amber shrugged with a smile and pressed them.
“Now for this next round, we've decided to make things a little more interesting. I'm sure you'll agree.” Brittany's voice boomed and Dan heard more mechanical movement from behind him. Four more electric pads emerged. The first two planted themselves on the backs of his knees.
The moment he felt the cold glassy surface touch the hypersensitive area, he started freaking out even more. There was no way he could survive intense tickling from there. However, this thought process was interrupted by the vision of two more pads extending before him and securing themselves pectorally centered on his nipples.
By now, Dan was in a cold sweat. Not only was this position compromising, but completely humiliating. His panic increased thinking about the intense tickling that might course through his chest at any moment. Unable to cope with the stress of the situation he was reduced to silent sobs.
This made no difference to Amber and Brittany who wanted nothing more than to see his new tickle torture bra in action. Brittany leaned into the microphone.
“Ready for round 2?” She said playfully.
Dan looked up realizing this was his only chance to escape the maddening tickle torture.
“Here we go! Tell me how many members of the Jonas brothers are there and name them.” said Brittany.
Dan's facial expressions sprung to life while thinking intensely through his pop culture knowledge.
“Th..three...there's three Jonas...Jonas brothers. Um...J...Joe...uh...Nick Jonas...and um...uh Kev...Kevin? Joe, Nick, Kevin?” Dan yelled, almost positive he had gotten the answer right. His face was bright with hopeful anticipation.
Brittany leaned away from the mic and made eye contact with Amber.
“Should we?” Brittany asked, knowing full well the answer.
“Oh yeah.” Amber said reaching for the dial.
Dan could tell this was taking longer than the last question. 'Maybe they'll turn the tickling down' Dan prayed.
“Oh Dan...sooooo sorry.” Brittany said.
Dan's face quickly changed to horrific suprise.
“You forgot about the bonus Jonas” Brittany said defiantly as Amber brought the dial up to level 8.
Dan went berserk. His uncontrollable laughter started to sound more like flat out yelling. The sensations had tripled in intensity and were now going full force through the back of his knees and nipples, as well as his hyperticklish feet and sides.
The tickling had begun to affect Dan's sanity, which appeared on the neuroactivity meter. The line representing his brain waves danced dangerously close to the line, occasionally jumping above it.
“This is amazing” Amber said looking at the meter. “He is going absolutely bananas.”
“Yeah, just look at him” Brittany said pointing at Dan through the glass. They laughed at his goofy expression, his face contorted like a jellyfish, his eyes darting around as if they were animated. “This is the best machine ever. I wonder how its even working?”
“Probably by some weird, electronic, sciency reason. All I know is, its hilarious” Amber said bringing her size 10's up and resting them on the control panel. Through doing this her heel inadvertently pressed a button. Suddenly red warning lights filled the room.
“Oh my God, Amber.” Brittany said “What did you do?!”
“Um, nothing...I just put my feet up”
“Warning, Warning, subject to be engaged in protocol omega” the computer voice announced.
“What's protocol omega?” Amber asked.
“I guess we'll find out.”
Dan still in hysterics from the current wave of tickling found himself being manipulated by the metal rods. His legs began to spread apart to their limits, and the shackles around his wrists forced him to bend over. All the while laughing like a mad man at the constant tickles.
“Check it out, Brittany” Amber said pointing at the metal apparatus. Unbeknownst to Dan, yet another metal pad was slowly extending itself towards his backside.
“This is not gonna be pretty” Brittany giggled.
The metal pad finally reached Dan and landed in the spot between his genitals and rear.
The dial began to move on its own up past 9, 10, 11, and securing itself on 12.
“BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA” he screamed.
As the knob made its ascension, Dan's eye's widened as well until he stared bug-eyed at the glass screaming hysterically with laughter. The military grade tickling sensations were unlike any horror Dan could imagine. He could feel his grasp on reality drift away as the pads increased their wicked shocks exponentially.
“What did you do?” Brittany laughed.
“I don't know, the knob just moved on its own, haha” Amber said in surprise. “Oh my gosh, look at the brain thing.”
The screen on the neuroactivity monitor showed that Dan's brain could not stand this intensity for long. The glowing line now fluctuated well above the danger level.
“Wow he's really going crazy” Brittany said amused, but thoughtful. “Do you know how to turn it off?”
Amber scanned the control panel. “Hmm. I don't see anything. I don't want to get in trouble.”
“Yeah, me neither.” Brittany said. She laughed once more at Dan's labored smile and bug-eyed expression. “Um...wanna just bail?”
“Yeah, ok.” Amber replied gathering her shoes and bag.
Brittany picked up her shoes as well and headed for the door.
Afterward the two went to get smoothies and talk about bands.
Then later Brittany liked Amber's status on Facebook.
THE END
