Eliza had spent over an hour in her machine, helplessly trapped by her own restraints as she was mercilessly ravaged by the tickling tools she had built herself. Half a dozen mechanical hands racked her upper body with hellish tickles, kneading her sides as they skittered up and down. More hands scrambled around each of her ribs as she cackled uncontrollably. A few of them were digging into Eliza's curvy thighs, not relenting as she screamed for them to stop and let her go.
"PLE-EHEHEHE-EASE AHAHAH- STA-AHAHAH-AHP-"
Even worse than the hands were the various other tools the machine had started using on other parts of Eliza's hopelessly ticklish body. With her arms still secured over her head and her shoulders fixed to the table, she had no defence against the electric toothbrushes that were being forced into her delicate armpits. In hindsight, she should have known the toothbrushes could be used in this way, but she hadn't considered any of this back when she was blindly adding all sorts of tools to her creation. The spinning bristles were unbearable as they were applied to her shaved pits, but Eliza had to bear them while she was locked in place - all she could do was hope someone heard her screams through the soundproof walls. Of course, the ideal solution would just be if her machine let her go, but she had a feeling luck was going to continue to work against her today.
Even as she was ruthlessly tickled by the AI, Eliza's arousal hadn't died down at all. The machine had brought out more vibrators and was currently holding them against her rock hard nipples, not relenting as her nubs were buzzed at the maximum possible intensity. The vibes circled around her areola, ravaging the tips of her breasts from every angle as she gasped for air under the vicious attack. But without any stimulation between her legs, Eliza could do nothing but moan as the AI expertly increased her arousal without taking her over the edge. The graph showed a steady rise in Eliza's arousal as it had been showing the whole night so far, and by now she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop her merciless creation.
On top of all of this, the AI had started to explore Eliza's writhing body with the fluffy feathers that had been teasing her breasts earlier. The feathers had felt heavenly on her erect nipples, but now they were simply torturous as they skittered all over her sensitive skin. Feathers were the cheapest tool to add to her contraption, so under a spell of horniness while she was building it, she had decided to attach dozens of them to the machine. At the time, she fantasised about being helpless as the feathers slowly traced her curves, kissing her breasts and licking her pussy lightly as she moaned into the empty room. But her dream had become a nightmare as almost a hundred different feathers of all shapes and sizes ferociously ravaged her from every angle, not giving her an ounce of mercy as she screamed and cried.
"NOO NONO PLEHEHEHE- PLEASE I CAN'T AHAHAHA-"
The feathers covered any millimetre of skin that wasn't already being attacked by some other evil device, whether it be the vibrating hands, electric toothbrushes, powerful vibrators or something else. A few tall and stiff ones had been drilling into her belly button for several minutes while Eliza struggled to shake her stomach about to dislodge them. Some fluffier feathers had been scampering up and down her supple sides, making her giggle softly between her shrieks. And yet more soft feathers had begun circling her globes, stroking all around them without showing any remorse. Sometimes a few of them would spend some time tickling her between her tits, driving her crazy as her round breasts bounced around. But worst of all were the horde of feathers that had placed themselves on her waist, daring to inch lower and lower towards her shaved pussy, but not quite reaching it. Eliza cackled like a maniac as she wildly tried to move her insanely ticklish waist away from her assailants, but her restraints were too strong.
Eliza's pussy had been dripping constantly this whole time. She needed to cum, for two reasons. The AI she had trained had become hellbent on teasing her out of her mind, and after the two ruined orgasms and over an hour of edging, she was beginning to go insane with lust. But more importantly, cumming was the only way for her to escape the ticklish prison she had locked herself into. Every time she climaxed, there was a one in two chance that the machine would halt and her restraints would be removed - while her ruins had counted as orgasms, she had been unlucky enough to still be trapped in the program. However, since the last unsatisfying orgasm she had just had, her pussy had been too sensitive for the machine to touch her there, and without any stimulation in her most sensitive parts, she was still no closer to cumming.
Luckily, Eliza's privates were starting to return to their usual sensitivity, so the machine would be able to go back to pleasuring her with vibes and dildos, hopefully to a full and satisfying orgasm this time. Or at least, that's what Eliza had hoped for - little did she know that her AI program had decided that orgasms were counter-productive to its goal of maximising her arousal. Instead, she was about to enter a world of unimaginable sexual frustration as the program prepared to submit its creator to a marathon of edging and orgasm denial.
Eliza was too preoccupied by the inhumane tickling to notice the mechanical hands slowly crawling up her thighs towards her dripping wet pussy, but she certainly felt it when the robotic fingers poked into her entrance once again. She immediately started begging for any stimulation that would give her the release she desperately needed and get her out of the torturous machine. But now that the AI had changed its tactics, the movements of the hands between her legs were slow and methodical. The fingers gently stroked her pussy lips as they twitched at the slightest touch, aching for a full orgasm. They entered her womanhood and began to press on her G-spot at a painfully slow pace while she screamed for more.
