"AHAHAHAAHAH- MA-AHAHAH- MAKE IT STO-AAHAHAHAHAHA-"
Klara had now been strapped to the machine and edged... How many times? She had lost count at about fifteen. Every time it was the same - she would be taken to the very edge of an orgasm, before being brought right back down by the most intense tickling she had ever experienced. And by now, the machine had adapted to Klara so well that it actually took her to the literal edge of her orgasm each time. Just one touch away from riding the tidal wave of pleasure. But the wave never came for Klara.
No, because Klara had signed up to a study investigating the effects of tickling on preventing an orgasm. So of course, this is exactly what was going to happen. If she had actually read about the experiment before immediately volunteering, maybe she wouldn't be in this mess. Maybe she wouldn't be wildly thrashing around in her restraints, begging for an end to all of this. Trying her hardest to spare her glistening clit from the relentless feathers constantly stroking up and down it for just one second. Sadly, her thrashing was inconsequential as her pussy was fixed in place, providing easy access for the assailants that tortured her.
Let's not downplay the torment the rest of Klara's body was going through. The machine had switched up its tactics over time, constantly keeping her on edge in more ways than one. At this moment, Klara's legs had been lifted up off the table, and a ring had been fixed around each of her thighs. An outside observer would simply see the rings moving up and down her thighs randomly, but Klara knew that the insides of the rings were lined with hundreds of soft bristles that were unbearable as the rings rotated around her legs at insane speeds. They would constantly surprise Klara by changing the speed and direction of their movement - sometimes slowly moving from her knees right to the edge of her pussy, while other times just rapidly scraping up and down her sensitive thighs. They often paid special attention to her upper thighs, as the machine found that the higher up they went, the louder Klara's screams became.
Klara's ass wasn't free from these bristly attacks either. The machine had deployed two special tentacles for her backside. These tentacles had rollers on their ends, also lined with the same torturous bristles. Klara couldn't believe how soft the bristles were as the rollers spun at high speeds while stroking all around her exposed butt cheeks. All she could do was giggle uncontrollably as the she felt her ass being stretched open and a roller nestling itself horizontally, directly between her cheeks. Klara frantically tried to shake her ass away from the ordeal but of course, she could not budge, and the rollers continued to administer their treatment. More of them joined the party and targeted the rest of her lower waist, including the insanely sensitive patch of skin above Klara's pussy, as well as any part of her outer pussy they could find outside the cup that was still covering her most private parts, all while Klara begged for mercy from the unrelenting machine.
Klara's upper body was also going through an equally devious ordeal. With her hands still stretched taut above her head, her pits were completely exposed to the mechanical fingers that were digging into them without ever needing to rest. At some point, the fingers even began to vibrate powerfully, making them even more unimaginably ticklish to her armpits. Below her breasts, Klara's belly and sides were subject to hellish torments by several strange balls that had started rolling around her body. The balls would have been perfectly bearable if it wasn't for the feathery tendrils they were entirely covered in. As the round spheres twisted and rotated while moving around Klara's soft skin, she cackled uncontrollably while trying to jerk her body away from the devious attacks. Klara tried increasingly hard to escape her torment as the balls scraped around between each of her ribs, much to her ticklish dismay.
But none of this compared to what Klara's tits were experiencing. The fact that she couldn't see what was going on under the solid cups that covered them heightened how badly they tickled, as she never knew what to expect. Sometimes she would feel soft feathers scraping all around her globes, paying special attention to her needy nipples while she screamed in tortured ecstasy. Other times, she would thrash around in her bonds while robot hands roughly squeezed and tickled her all over her breasts while flicking her rock hard nipples at every opportunity. At this point, two bullet vibrators had been applied on her, one pressed up against each of her nipples, driving her wild with arousal while also tickling her to no end as she struggled against her straps. More bullet vibrators had also been placed in and around Klara's wet pussy, and while she was thankful for the stimulation, she cursed the fact that they were set to such a high setting that instead of driving her to a climax, they just provided her with an unbelievably ticklish buzzing sensation. And if she did ever get too close to cumming, the machine would just shut off the vibrators for a few seconds while the constant tickling brought her back down.
After what felt like a lifetime to Klara, the tickling and teasing finally ended and she saw the cups moving away from her tits and pussy, at last being able to see her entire naked body. The tools around the rest of her body also retreated back to their compartments under the table, and Klara let out a sign of relief as she thought about what she was going to do as soon as she got out of the lab. That is, run straight to the toilet and masterbate like an animal.
"Thank God, p-please undo these and let me out of- wait, wait, nonono PLEASE NONO I can't take anymore of this please-"
Klara's pleas were interrupted by the sound of more compartments opening up under her, followed by several new tools setting themselves around her, particularly above her pussy and breasts. These tools were mainly various kinds of feathers ominously looming over Klara's quivering body, and while she dreaded their ticklish touch, right now she was more concerned with not being able to cum for even longer. She couldn't believe there could possibly be more to this insane experiment.
"Now is the hard part of this experiment," Chloe began explaining, while Klara gulped in fear. "As you experienced first-hand, our state-of-the-art machine can easily tease a subject to the physical brink of an orgasm and use tickling to bring them back down as many times as needed, with superhuman accuracy. In fact, I could have simply left you here hooked onto the machine for the rest of the day rather than just the one hour, and you would have still been stuck in this cycle of ticklish denial when I came back tomorrow morning."
It was true, the machine had managed to deny Klara's orgasm with unbelievable accuracy. But what was on her mind was the fact that she had only been relentlessly teased and denied for an hour. Klara had been convinced that her ordeal must have lasted at least a couple hours.
"However, there are ways to be even more efficient in an interrogation. I believe subjects are much more likely to spill their secrets during the teasing part of the cycle, rather than the tickling part. This is partially because they can barely speak while being tickled, but also because the teasing and denial makes them so much more desperate. So, a much more effective interrogation technique would be to constantly keep the subject on the brink of a climax by balancing the tickling and teasing simultaneously, rather than switching between the two and having to bring them back up to the edge every time. Wouldn't you agree?"
