Huh? Paisley woke up, startled. How the Hell did I get here? She looked around trying to find some comfort in familiarity, but there was none. She tried to get up, but her wrists would not obey her. It was like her limbs stopped working all together. "What the fuck is happening?" she shouted into the darkness. A voice boomed over the intercom, as if it had been listening to her and her thoughts. "Patient 451, you have been randomly selected to partake in a multistage research project that will span over two years." The girl's eyes widened. Holy shit, she thought. I'm trapped. "Over these next two years we will be running several tests daily as well as monitoring your heart rate, EEG, and reflexology." the voice stopped for a few seconds as Paisley's mind began to wonder. "Your two years starts now." What the fuck, she thought in panic.
She felt her arms rise to form a T with her body. Her motor function was little to none. The only parts of her body she was able to move were her fingertips, toes, and face. I am going to die here. The mechanical whirring of machinery echoed loudly around her. BOOM. It was like a bomb went off in front of her. The bright lights above her made her vision go dark. "What are you guys doing to me?!" she protested. She glanced down at her feet as the platform she was strapped to rose her up to a standing position. Oh my god, she muttered under her breath, as she saw her bare legs split against her will. Her naked body felt exposed as it lay under the gaze of the mechanical light.
"Stage 1, online." The machines around her whirled and whizzed. Her eyes lit up as she watched several small brushes approach her in the cell-like contraption. She wanted to wiggle her toes and try to fight it, but she couldn't. Her body no longer obeyed her, as it had another master. She grimaced as she watched her toes involuntarily spread on their own. The brushes buzzed to life, taking place in between each of her toes. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She scrunched her toes with the little mobility she had, but it only made it worse. She had to fight to take the tickling because she knew that if she was to scrunch her toes, the brushes would only tickle them more. "OHMYGAWWWDDDDDHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she wanted to thrash and cry, but all she could do was stand there and spread her toes, waiting for the tickling to stop.
"Stage 2, online." She heard another contraption coming to life behind her somewhere. "Hehehehehee" She gasped and giggled as two more brushes found their way to her feet, this time on her bare and awfully sensitive toes. Her friend from school always used to love running his tongue up and down those heavenly wrinkles. She would laugh for hours he slithered around every crevasse and dip in her ticklish little soles. What she thought was torture then was nothing compared to now. The brushes were tickling double time and all she could do was howl. "HAHAHAHAHAPLEAASESTOOPPPPP." She was in ticklish torture and ecstasy. She loved having her feet tickled and played with, but this was like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was pure torture. It was hell in a toothbrush; and she loved every second of it. She could hear another machine in the distance. Whatever device was coming next, it wasn't going for her feet. She sat there completely still as every inch of her highly ticklish feet were getting destroyed.
She saw two mechanical hands come into view from behind her and take their place at her sides. Oh no. I can't handle this one, she thought through her tickling. Her sides were a death spot. "MmmmmohyesssssssheheheheheHAHAH!" The hands squeezed her sides rapidly and randomly, poking and prodding her tummy as if testing the reactions in order to tell where she was most ticklish. She wanted to arch her back and moan in pleasure, but she couldn't. All she could do was laugh and be tickled as her body was in somebody else's control. "HAHAHAHAOHYESSSSSSHAHAHAHAHAHA" she moaned in between fits of laughter. Her pussy was dripping wet and needed stimulation. She was going to cum anyway from the tickling alone whether her pussy got attention or not. It was just a matter of time.
"Stage 3, online." She felt a vibration in between her legs. Seemingly out of nowhere, long tentacle-like vibrators popped out from under her and plunged inside. "OHMYYYYYYYYYYYYYHHAHAAHOOOOOOOOOMMM" she exclaimed. Paisley was into tickling for as long as she could remember, but this was taking the pleasure to whole new highs as she felt the tentacles vibrating as they penetrated her tight little pussy over and over and pounded her virgin asshole. "HAHAHAOHHHHYESSSSSS" Paisley was in complete ecstasy. She wanted to cum so bad and she was so close. She had no control over her body, but feeling the brushes buzzing in between and under her sweaty toes and along her now oiled and sweaty soles while having both her holes penetrated ALSO while her favorite ticklish spot was being tickled was the closest to heaven she'd ever been. She needed the release. Her toes and fingers shook as she tried to cum over and over without success. Please let me cummmm. she thought to herself as if her thoughts could be heard. That's when she knew something was up. "I see you have found yourself in what you believe to be your maximum state of arousal. We have blocked off your ability or orgasm by yourself. Your only way of release is if we press this button on the outside that allows you to orgasm."
Ohhhh nooooo. "Stage 4, online." Two suctioning straw-like apparatuses came forth, taking hold of her nipples, making her let out the biggest moan of all. She was in limbo. She needed to cum. She needed the sexual release. "pleaseeeeeeiiiwannaaaacummmmmmm" she moaned, gasping deeply after. "Iloveeehititttttsooooomuchhhhehehehehehe" She felt two incredibly real feeling electronic tongues come down in her armpits, licking, flicking, and slurping their way across her oversensitive hollows and up her neck. Every part of her body needed the release. She loved the tickling so much and she never wanted it to stop. She needed to cum so badly. Most of her laughs turned to moans as she felt oil dripping down her body and feet, making every sensation much more intense. The tongues in her armpits made her gasp. She loved having both her feet licked and her armpits tickled and licked. Everything about her situation was of her strongest desires. Another vibrator appeared between her legs, taking place on her clit. "OHMYYYYYYPLEASELETMEECUMDADDYYYY" she pleaded. 'DADDYSLITTLEGIRLWANTSTOCUMFORYOUUUUUHEHEhaehahaaaooooo." She would do anything for that climax. She was a moaning, blushing, baby and all she could do was say completely still and take the tickling brushes all over her feet, the vibrating tentacles in both of her love holes, the slimy tickly tongues in both of her armpits, and the suction straws slurping on her nipples, the set of hands poking and prodding her ticklish tummy, and the vibrator held tightly against her clitoris. It was everything she'd ever wanted.
"Day 1: Complete" The machines shut off all at once without a single hint towards her finishing. The platform to which she was connected lay back down in a bed position as the lights cut off with a loud boom. This was her life now. She was so close, but was not given the privilege to cum. Her body had a new master, and that master would take it to the limit for the next two years of this cycle every day without a single orgasm. Paisley, the ticklish little girl dreamed of this for years, and she loved every bit of the ticklish torture, even coming to beg for it after the first week was over.
