tickling birds

tickle asylum

Em lay in the back seat of the car, the thrum of the engine the only noise that happened to occur between her and her ‘captor’ as they went driving to who knows where. She wasn’t sure where they were going, but as the trip dragged on and on, her eyes had slowly began to droop and close. She wasn’t going to make any headway against this tape, not with her fur anyway, and besides it didn’t seem like Shade really wanted her to anyway. She was being taken somewhere, and she couldn’t do anything about it, so at the very least, she could get some much needed sleep….

She had drifted off rather quickly, the engine was quite soothing to her ears, and the car had been kept at a pleasant, warm temperature. She couldn’t help but try and get some sleep after that stressful ordeal, but as she slowly awoke, she noticed, quite a few things, seemed to be off. For one, everything seemed a bit colder. Her fur had receded, her back to her old soft, scalie form, which, for the time of year, was rather strange. She must have been kept in this warmish room for quite a while to have her form decide to change, but, speaking of, she couldn’t see the room, if there even was one? 

        Her vision still lay black, despite a flutter of her eyes, and as she tried to voice some sort of question about it, she felt her maw tightly locked in place, softly salivating over what seemed to be a large thick ball gag. It seemed to be combined with some sort of strap gag, as her muzzle was forced to clamp down on the pulled tight ball, making any attempts at speech yield nothing more than mfffs and grunts. She tried to move then, and slightly groaned when she realised even that was stripped from her. Her arms, seemed to be locked tight above her head, in some sort of slightly cushioned, yet tight fitting whole. Though she would wiggle them around slightly back and forth, the size of the two of them filled up the hole perfectly, it pressing around the sides of her forearms and keeping them mostly in place, unless she wanted to scrape her scales together.  Her legs felt like they were in a similar situation, though instead of forced together, they were spread apart in what felt like tight, firm stocks. She sat in some sort of firm, cushioned cups that though gave minimal coverage, gave just enough to keep her butt and thighs from moving a single bit, and attempt at moving forward or backward would either see her pressing tighs against the soft pads of the cups, or pressing back into the metal of whatever devices lay behind her. 

        Which that, got her to squirm. The feeling of cold wasn’t coming from the room she was in, but a long slab of metal, softly pressed against her back. It seemed large to, much more than a chair, it went above her bound arms, and she couldn’t feel the bottom of it with her rump. What's worse, she could feel her tail, the only part of her not accounted for, shoved deep into whatever contraption this was, if it was one, no amount of wiggling getting it to budge against the padded interior hollow that encased it. She let out a muffled whine then, giving a few jerks and tugs to her bindings, before her ears flicked, as a voice could be heard over the intercom. 

        “Welcome subject, to your new paradise.” the robotic voice said, Em giving a jerk and a mfff as she couldn’t tell exactly where the noise was coming from, it seemed to come from every part of the room at once. “Here, at the Nogasm Asylum, you will learn through extensive training, the importance of restraining your own sexual desires.” Em gave a muffled whine, squirming around softly as the voice continued. “You will learn, not to cum” Em stopped at that, ears flicking. What? NOT to cum? Wait, what was… “You will learn to love it”. The voice was monotone,  unfeeling, robotic, but its words, cut into her mind. Not cuming? Ever? Learn to love it? How! She’d been cumming for so long now, used as a toy, nothing but a toy, she new that was all she was! But, it had felt soo goooood to be one, so right. Every orgasm wrenched from her confirmed that fact, she loved that feeling, she needed that feeling! What, what where they going to, to…