When Natasha bought a curious tickle game online, she was excited to test her limits and see how long she could stay completely still while being tickled all over. Things have since gotten out of hand, as the artificially intelligent machine switched up its tactics, determined to win by any means necessary. Nat has just broken a deal she had made with Emma, the AI, and it looks like she will have to pay for her defiance.
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"I'm going to break you in the first five minutes. Then, for the punishment round I'm going to keep denying you your precious orgasm, and now it's all going to be for nothing as I won't even give you your release at the end. I hope you're happy now."
Nat immediately knew she had made a bad decision, but it was too late. Now all she could do was play the game and try to stay still for as long as she could, to finish the game as soon as possible. Nat started to panic when she heard several of the holes around the walls open up, no doubt allowing countless more diabolical tools to set themselves up over her body. She could sense them all around her, probably slowly descending towards all of her most ticklish spots, but with the blindfold on she had no way of knowing exactly what Emma had in store for us. When she finally felt something on her skin, she was pretty surprised as it wasn't nearly as bad as she was expecting.
Emma had decided to place several fluffy feathers and soft brushes all over Nat's smooth skin, and it felt amazing. She let out little giggles as the tips of long pointy feathers draw circles inside her pits while another similar feather poked around inside her belly button. More brutally efficient mechanical hands appeared over her, similar to the ones from before, but this time their tips were deliciously ticklish stiff feathers and brushes that raked around all over her upper body. Her ribs, her sides, and around her breasts, nowhere was safe from the torturously soft touches of the feathery fingers dancing on her ticklish skin. Several other feathers and brushes of all shapes and sizes fought to tease any other visible skin on Nat's upper body. When a few of the feather hands started scraping around the area above her pussy, Nat lost her mind and screamed like a maniac as she fought the urge to move away. She was going to stay completely still and take it.
For a few minutes, Nat had forgotten about all the denial as she just giggled in pure bliss. She took in all of the torturous tickling and accepted her inability to squirm away from almost a hundred different kinds of feathers and brushes teasing and tickling her all over. This was what she had entered the machine for. To feel this helplessness as she was forced to endure all kinds of ticklish torments at the hands of mechanical tools unparalleled in their tickling efficiency. She smiled and laughed as she was forced to feel every tendril of every brush and feather while she just lay there with her arms stretched up, giving the devices complete access to her most ticklish spots, for a moment not caring about her need to cum and just wanting to be tickled like this. Forever.
The feeling was short-lived as more feathers now made their way to her thighs, and the soft contact so close to her sex reminded her of the ordeal she had been going through. While several feathers began to stroke and brush all over the insides of her legs, Nat was most interested in just two of them. These were two of the fluffiest feathers she had ever felt, and they had started to slowly flick up and down on either side of her pussy, just barely avoiding giving her puffed lips any contact. They continued this repeating motion as all the other feathers also carried on teasing her all over, and all Nat could think about was what those warm feathers would feel like on her most ticklish spot, right between her legs. They were so close, they just had to move a few millimeters and they would be stroking her lips. Oh it would be so torturously wonderful. And she wasn't even restrained right now, she could just move her pussy and feel those sensations right where she wanted them, but of course, she would lose the round. She knew it wasn't worth it, but it was so difficult to stop herself from moving her hips so give her pussy the contact it needed.
Nat didn't know how much longer she could take this. To be just one movement of her hips away from feeling that feathery touch right on her sex, but have to restrain herself from any movement. She couldn't even tell how long this round had gone on for, since she could no longer look at the countdown on the wall. If she were to give in to her deepest desires, how long would she be completely at the mercy of her mechanical tormentors?
Without warning, another feather, just as warm and fluffy as the two outside her sex, gave Nat's pussy the soft kiss she had been desiring for so long, stroking its entirety right down the middle, passing through her hypersensitive clit. Nat bit her bottom lip and her hips instinctively rose up as high as they could, trying to make the most of the contact she had received, but the feathers pulled away and her hips were pulled back down and fixed to the floor of the machine as Nat regretfully realised she had just lost the round. She felt the familiar feeling of being unable to move as her arms were pinned up above her and her legs were spread out wide, and she just hoped she had survived that round for enough time that this punishment round wouldn't be too long. From last time, she knew that one hour was way more than she could handle and she was not ready to go through that again.
"I guess I was wrong. You did last more than 5 minutes." Emma's statement gave Nat hope. "You lasted for 10. So it's time for you to be punished for the remaining 120 minutes. Two hours! This is going to be fun. And this means your next round is going to be 250 minutes long. Honestly Natasha, I have no idea how you're going to last another six hours of this game. Especially now that you've given away your only chance of an orgasm."
Nat started to panic and tested her restraints again as she begged the machine to stop the game and let her go, but her pleads fell on deaf ears.
"I guess all that's left now is for me to remove that bra of yours. Wow, those nipples have really perked up, haven't they? I can't wait to see how ticklish they are."
Nat was now completely naked, blindfolded, stretched taut and restrained inside the machine, completely at its mercy and about to be tickled and teased to insanity for the next two hours. If she was able to cum from a mere thought, this would be the thought to do it, but she wasn't about to get that relief so easily.
Nat heard more tools approach her before feeling all the feathers from before resuming their teasing touches and rakes. Now that her bra was off, her round breasts were also fully exposed to be tormented like the rest of her body, and two more tentacles were assigned specifically to each of her globes, their tips not unlike a feather duster. The dusters started to rotate rapidly and attack her breasts from every conceivable angle, reducing Nat to a mess of uncontrollable laugher. Her nipples were especially ticklish now that they had been rock hard for almost the last 2 hours as she was constantly edged.
As before, several feathers were stroking all around her pussy, while none of them ever actually touched her there. This included the two fluffy ones that were once again skittering up and down mere millimetres away from her sex. Nat desperately wanted to feel the soft touch of those feathers directly on her delicate spot, but she was instead teased by being tickled and touched everywhere except that one location. All this time, a constant stream of giggles had continued to be elicited out of Nat's mouth.
"Stroke my pu- heeeheheheeh- my p-pussyyy-EEEeehheheheeheee- pleeeehheheeheease-"
Emma finally had mercy on her victim as another fluffy feather stroked the entire length of Nat's dripping pussy. With her blindfold on, the heavenly sensation came without any warning, causing her to let out a deep moan of pleasure as she felt like an angel had come down, sat between her legs and licked her sex. Nat almost came from just that sensation alone, but it only lasted a few seconds before disappearing as quickly as it came, leaving her even more frustrated than she was before. She needed to feel the touch of an angel again.
Her prayers would be answered as the feather returned two seconds later, repeating the same motion as before. On the way from one end of her pussy to the other, the feathery assailant managed to stroke all around Nat's swollen and unimaginably wet button, making Nat scream and moan and try to twist around her waist. She was torn between this being the greatest pleasure and worst torture she had ever experienced, because it truly was both. And it was only about to get worse.
The feather's touch only lasted only a few precious seconds once again, enough to keep Nat right on the edge of her impending orgasm, but not enough to actually send her over. After every stroke on her glistening pussy, her sex would get no contact for two seconds before being greeted by the next stroke. Somehow every time the feather licked Nat's drooling sex, it felt as warm and fluffy as ever, even though it became dripping wet after each stroke through her desperate pussy. It took her about a dozen strokes to realise the true nature of her predicament, and she screamed to be released once again, physically and more importantly, sexually.
Unfortunately for her, Emma was going to continue this torment for at least another half an hour, and she was constantly taken to the brink of cumming but then brought back down as the stimulation on her pussy stopped for two seconds. Nat tried to arch her body up after every stroke, trying to give her sex the contact it needed to finally go over the edge, but the mechanical tentacles wrapped around her waist and thighs gave her no room for movement. The unfathomably ticklish feather dusters on her breasts, especially her nipples, was also helping to keep her right on the edge of orgasm without letting her focus on the sensations on her pussy enough to cum from them. Nat cursed Emma for devising such a devilish torture.
"F-fuck -hahahhaheehehehe- pl-please -oooaa- no mo-heehehe- no more-OOOO-"
Nat should have known by now that Emma would not pay any attention to her desperate pleads for mercy. Her pussy continued to be licked by the angelic feather every few seconds while the rest of her body was still being assaulted from all sides by all the other feathery tools in the machine. The feather hands had joined the dusters in tormenting Nat's ticklish breasts as they expertly scratched and spidered around them in completely random patterns. Their stiff feather tips twirled around the bottom of her tits, flicked up and down in the area between her breasts, and then a bunch of the tips circled around her erect nipples before relentlessly stroking the delicate tips of her tits. Nat couldn't stop her moans as her nipples were subject to this unbelievable ticklish attack.
And so she lay blindfolded and pinned down in the machine, trapped at the razor edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. She was unable to come back down because of the divine touch of the feather on her most delicate area. But Nat was also unable to go all the way over, as the touch only lasted a few seconds every time, and the merciless tickling around the rest of her body overloaded her senses and made it impossible for her to focus on her pussy. Emma kept her like this for what seemed like forever, and for Nat it might as well have been forever as she had no way of knowing how long it had actually been, or how much longer she still had to endure this. She continued to beg Emma for mercy the entire time, pleading her to forgive her mistakes in the last round and let her cum. She couldn't take this anymore and there was still another whole round left after this. It was only at the 40 minute mark that Emma spoke again for the first time. By now, no words were coming out of Nat's mouth, just a series of giggles and moans.
