Just a Ticle Game

Natasha has now been constantly stimulated right to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm before being tickled all the way down again and again for almost four hours. During this time, she has been edged and denied well over fifty times, and it has all led up to the final round of the tickle game she had subjected herself to playing. Emma, the merciless AI putting her through this torment, has promised that if Nat forfeits the last round, she will give the latter the earth-shattering climax that has been so cruelly kept from her for so long. But of course, this doesn't mean Nat won't be tickled out of her mind for a little longer.

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Nat was barely listening to a word Emma was saying. While there was nothing touching her skin, she had been suffering the last ticklish torment for so long, that her pussy was still twitching as she could feel phantom sensations of soft brushes and stiff feathers flicking and stroking all over her nipples and clit, causing her to remain in a daze, occasionally giggling and moaning.

"Wow, I've really done a number on you, huh? And look at how wet you've been this whole time."

Emma was right, Nat could have bathed in the amount of fluid that had secreted out of her pussy due to her constant state of arousal for over three hours. There was still more dripping out as Nat continued to imagine her clit being attacked from every angle by feathers of every imaginable type. Slowly, she regained her strength and noticed that the sensations had in fact stopped, and Emma was talking to her about the next round.

"This is the final one now, Natasha. You're almost there. 250 minutes. Remember our deal, I want to see you forfeit this round within the first minute. Otherwise... Well you already know what I'm capable of. Removing restraints now."

Her wrists and ankles were removed from their cuffs as Nat lay there exhausted. Her arms were so tired from pulling on her restraints so much in the last round, that she could barely move them anyway. Nat's blindfold was also finally removed and her eyes took a while to get used to the light. Once she could see properly again, she stared at the countdown on the wall ticking down from 250 minutes while wondering why nothing was happening. As soon as she remembered the deal she had made with Emma, Nat gasped and moved her wrist as quickly as possible, resulting in her arms and legs being pinned to the floor again as the tentacles restraining her waist and thighs also returned. She wasn't going to make the same mistake as last time - she was going to do exactly what Emma said.

"That's a good girl, that was the final round! Now you've just got this 250 minute punishment round to get through and this game will be over. I hope you've enjoyed it!"

Nat didn't have enough energy to care about the sarcastic and teasing tone Emma was speaking to her in, all she knew was her need to be taken over the edge of bliss, and now she had finally completed her part of the deal with the machine. She had forfeited the last round just has Emma had instructed her, and now she was ready to claim the orgasm that she had been denied for so, so long.

"I did my part," Nat finally managed to speak. "Now make me cum."

Emma said nothing as Nat heard the familiar sound of holes opening around her, and more tentacles being sent towards her with tools on their tips. She smiled and began to take deep breaths as she prepared herself for the climax of a lifetime. Her pussy was throbbing in need and ready to submit to whatever tools Emma would use on it to throw Nat over the edge of pleasure. But unknown to her, Emma wasn't going to tend to her sex just yet.

Nat's breathing became quicker as she saw the tentacles approaching both of her armpits. On their tips were a wheel rotating at an insanely fast speed. But it was what was on the wheel that both scared and excited Nat. Each of the roughly twenty spokes of the wheels had a feather on it, ready to stroke all over her skin as they slowly approached her pits. She couldn't make out any details of the feathers because they were just a blur in the air, as the wheels span so fast she could feel her hair being slightly blown. It was only when the wheels finally landed deep inside her pits, and she felt every feather scrape across the sensitive skin of the top of her arms, that she realised that those were no ordinary feathers. Nat could feel each of the soft tendrils individually vibrate and wiggle around in her hollows, causing her to once again burst into laughter as her arms were held in place while the wheels firmly kept in contact with her skin. They moved up and down her pits and the surrounding area, sometimes exploring around the tops of her ribs, and at other times tormenting the sides of both of her breasts in unison.

While Nat was cackling away uncontrollably at the feathers on her arms, more holes opened up and what looked like two long rubber sheets came out from the walls on either side of her and wrapped themselves around her sides. Nat couldn't believe how much they felt like human skin. As they firmly gripped her from both sides, she loved the feeling of being held by the warm and soft sheets, so much so that she was not prepared for the insides of the sheets to suddenly start vibrating and kneading her skin. Nat let out a deafening scream as she was ravaged by what felt like dozens of hands mercilessly wriggling all over the smooth skin of her sides and aggressively digging into every inch of them.

The machine paid no regard to Nat's shrieks as it continued its assault and opened up more holes to unleash even more devices on her over-sensitive body. These new tentacles each split into ten mechanical rods at the end. The rods were a few centimetres in length and had a tiny ball at each of their tips. As the spider-like devices descended towards her belly, Nat wearily watched each of the tiny legs wiggle about individually, teasing her as they got closer and closer to her body. She sucked her stomach in to delay the inevitable attack of the spider ticklers for as long as possible, but it hardly made a difference as they got to work and Nat's laughter reached new levels of intensity. There were six spider tentacles in total, and four of them swarmed all over her stomach, poking her soft skin in random patterns as they scurried all around from right under her breasts all the way to her belly button, exploring every patch of skin in between. The balls on the ends of the spider legs started to powerfully vibrate, taking her to new ticklish heights. The pitch of Nat's cries increased even more when the remaining two spider devices chose to land a bit lower, right on the insanely ticklish patch of skin above her pussy. They scampered around excitedly, poking their vibrating balls all over her lower waist, while Nat continued to scream as she lay trapped in the machine, completely at the mercy of the ticklish contraptions wreaking havoc on her body.

Nat's thighs were next to be targeted by yet more diabolical tickling instruments. This time, the tentacles that slithered towards her inner legs had long cylinders at their ends, and Nat could do nothing except brace herself for the new torture as the tentacles continued their advance. The cylinders were covered with feathery tendrils and began to spin rapidly as they dived between Nat's legs, rolling around all the sides of her thighs as she struggled against the straps holding them in place. When moving from one thigh to the other, the bristly cylinders would roll right over her wet pussy, licking her swollen clit as a brief reminder of her immense need to be touched there. But this feeling only lasted a second, as the instant the touch was over, Nat forgot about her denial and simply succumbed to the ticklish sensations all over her body.

It was only when she saw two cups heading straight towards her perky breasts that Nat remembered the deal she had made with Emma. The cups snuggly fit over her tits, and she let out a soft moan as she thought about the orgasm Emma had promised her. After the last three hours of constantly being taken to the brink before being denied release again and again, Nat couldn't wait to experience the most mind-blowing climax she had ever had. As if the tools around her had sensed Nat's building arousal, they intensified their attacks to torment her, while Nat began to wonder how she would even be able to orgasm while being tickled out of her mind like this. How was Emma going to send her over the edge while her senses were being completely overloaded by this unfathomable tickling?

Nat's thoughts were interrupted by the cups over her tits buzzing to life causing her to squeal and try to shake the sensations away unsuccessfully. The insides of the cups were covered with bullet-sized vibrators that were now buzzing randomly. Nat had no way of predicting the patterns they were vibrating in. She would feel a strong buzzing sensation start at the bases of her breasts and quickly rise to their tips, then after repeating this pattern about fifty times over half a minute, the direction would reverse and the vibrations would travel from near her nipples all the way down her tits. Sometimes she would feel the buzzing in a clockwise motion, going around and around her globes a few times a second, and at other times there would be no uniform pattern as every vibrator turned on and off individually, keeping Nat trapped in her fit of ticklish laughter.

Her nipples were poking out of holes at the tip of each of the cups that had trapped Nat's tits, and they were receiving a very different treatment. A trio of tiny but fiercely ticklish feathers had been placed on each of them, spinning around and flicking over her rock hard nubs, and Nat's maniacal laughter started to be interspersed with deep moans as she felt her arousal build. The feathers quickly picked up their speed, relentlessly switching between circling around her nipples and directly stroking her erect nubs. Nat could barely hold it together as she wildly tried to arch her back at these undescribable sensations, but it wasn't enough to give her release.

Nat's prayers would be answered as one more hole opened up, unleashing a particularly interesting tentacle heading right between her legs. At the end of this tentacle were about twenty tiny tendrils, each only a few centimetres long and a couple millimetres in diameter. Nat watched the tendrils approach her mercilessly denied pussy while showcasing their flexibility. They were all wigging about individually, some of them showing Nat that they were able to curl up completely, meaning they would easily be able to manipulate her most intimate areas with the accuracy of a surgeon. Nat's drooling clit quivered in anticipation as the tendrils slowly approached it while all wiggling and curling around to tease her.

When her button was finally within reach of the hungry tendrils, they immediately stretched out and grabbed it, causing Nat to squeal as her nub was lightly pinched and pulled. Without warning, one of the tendrils wrapped around the base of her clit, while the others began to rapidly stroke up and down the length of her drooling jewel. The stroking sensations on Nat's most intimate spot were exquisite, but it was impossible for her to concentrate on the stimulation on her clit while being tickled to insanity everywhere else on her body. Nat felt her arousal continue to rise to heights she didn't even know were possible, but she was no closer to climaxing as the ruthless tickling kept her grounded and laughing.

After being trapped in this state for an amount of time Emma deemed sufficient, she finally had mercy as all of the tickling devices around Nat's body slowed down while the vibrating cups on her breasts and stiff feathers on her nipples picked up their intensity. Nat felt like she probably could have cum from them alone, but when the tendril wrapped around her clit inflated and squeezed the bottom of her sensitive nub, howls of pure primal need escaped her lips. The tendril then started to vibrate very fast, and Nat froze with her mouth wide open and eyes firmly shut, as the combination of all the tendrils caressing her hypersensitive clit with their silky touch and the feathers flicking over her stiff nipples launched her towards a powerful orgasm at an alarming speed. The tendril vibrating on Nat's clit upped its intensity another notch as the ones raking up and down her hugely swollen button sped up and Nat let out a long scream that got higher and higher as she felt her release approaching.

"oooOOOOAAAAA- huh? FUCK NOOOOOAHAHAHAA-"

The feeling was all too familiar for Nat by now, already having been taken right to the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm before being denied that sweet release over fifty times since she had started playing this game almost four hours ago. Once again, her clit was left twitching and her entire body trembling as she was abandoned at the brink of her climax. The tendrils on her clit had all frozen while all of the other devious contraptions around her body intensified their torment again as they continued tickling Nat out of her mind. As soon as her arousal had dropped down enough from being on the verge of an orgasm, the tendrils on her clit started their angelic motions again, immediately propelling her right back towards the brink she had just come down from.

Nat's pussy was so wet and aroused now, that it barely took half a minute for the clit tendrils to bring her all the way to the edge of a climax, and the tickling was so effective that it sent her back down within just a few seconds. This way, the entire cycle of being vibrated to the verge of an orgasm and tickled back down only took roughly thirty seconds, and this time would keep decreasing as Nat's pussy became more and more desperate. As she was repeatedly edged over thirty times in the next fifteen minutes, Nat tried her hardest to speak a coherent sentence and beg Emma for mercy, but she couldn't even do that as she uncontrollably writhed and moaned. It was only after denied orgasm #36 that Nat was finally able to say something that resembled human speech.

"I d-ooOooOOO- I d-did what y- OOO- what you s-OOOAAAAOO FUCK OOO- what you s-said, now m- AAAAH- make me cum -AAAOOOAA-"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Natasha," Emma replied. "I have been programmed to maximise your sexual frustration during these punishment rounds, and giving you an orgasm would clearly have the opposite effect. I think I'm doing a great job maximising it so far, all thanks to all the training you made me do before the game."

Nat cursed the arrogance and excitement of her past self for allowing this machine to train itself using a scan of her brain for as long as it had. She began to protest and make a point about how Emma needed to fulfil her part of the deal, but was simply cut off by the instruments all over her tickling her harder until she was once again reduced to incomprehensible laughter and shrieks. She was denied a few more times before a new tool appeared, this time confusing Nat with its weird appearance. It was made of two long rods that seemed like they had been bent into the outer shape of a dildo. Nat watched it carefully align itself with her drenched entrance, and let out a short gasp as it probed inside her, slowly at first but soon sinking all the way into her sex, while her clit continued to be vibrated and stroked endlessly. The dildo felt quite strange inside Nat. She could feel her pussy stretched open as if a regular dildo had filled her up, but most of the skin inside her vagina was untouched. She wondered how this device was going to work, there were no vibrations and she could barely even feel it inside her - how was it going to bring her any pleasure?

It was only when she saw more tools advance towards her open pussy that Nat truly realised what was about to happen to her. She watched with horror as several feathers of all types made their way towards the wide open hole that had been created between her legs. She attempted to clench her pussy shut as the ends of the feathers reached her entrance and made her try to squirm about to escape the horribly ticklish sensations she felt as they explored all around the outside of her sex. None of it mattered though, as the feathers entered her pussy with ease, and Nat's eyes looked like they would pop out of her head when she discovered that her inner walls were magnitudes more ticklish than any other skin on her body.

All kinds of feathers ravaged her insides. Some were stiff while others were softer. Some had thin and long tendrils that would apply a light touch while others would scrape their bristly tendrils firmly on any skin they could find. But no matter their appearance, all the feathers had one goal - to enter Nat's pussy and subject the walls inside her vagina to the same ticklish torment the rest of her body had suffered for so long. They all span round and round inside her as they pushed further inwards, tickling her from deeper and deeper within her pussy, and all Nat could do was scream and cackle with unstoppable laughter. Her laughs were interrupted by intense groans of pleasure as the feathers soon found her G-spot and were not relenting in flicking and stroking all around it.

The stimulation of her G-spot pushed her towards a climax at an even faster speed as the clit vibrations didn't stop and her nipples were still being mercilessly attacked by the vicious feathers above her tits. But Nat would not get her release as all the stimulation on her clit and inside her pussy stopped a microsecond before she would be sent into the throes of an unbelievable orgasm. Nat howled and screamed as she felt her release stolen from her again. She violently shook her entire body fighting the restraints holding her down, but she knew they weren't going to give her an inch of freedom.

"P-PLEASEE -AAHAHAHAHA- WE H-OOO- WE HAD A D-DE-AAHAHA- A DEAL-"

"You still don't get it, do you?" Emma would have laughed if she was programmed to. "There never was a deal. Through my many, many iterations of training, that you made me do, I simply discovered the most efficient way to make you lose each round as quickly as possible. I just convinced you to do it yourself. There's no orgasm coming. There never was. I'd suggest you get used to this, because there's a whole lot more of that coming."

Nat's screams reached new levels as she realised the predicament she was in, and she fiercely tried to escape the cuffs holding her wrists and ankles. Suddenly, she froze, as she saw every single hole in the machine open at once. Hundreds of tentacles all swarmed out and displayed themselves all around her, with different tools on each of their tips. She saw dozens of hands of all sizes, some with long nails and others with feathers at their tips like the ones she had felt before. Her panic started to rise as she saw every feather, every tongue, every dildo and all kinds of other devices loom over her ominously.

"When I think you've been tormented enough by the devices on your body right now, they will be replaced with a bunch of hands that will grope your breasts while they flick over your erect nipples a hundred times, and then a hundred more. At the same time you'll feel more hands fingering you, pushing right up against all your pleasure spots from deep within you while more fingers pay attention to your wet button. They'll keep stroking and pinching that drooling clit, completely ignoring your screams as you build up to an unimaginably powerful climax. Then, just when you're one last flick away from going over the edge, they will stop touching you where you need it most, and I'll send a few hands over to skitter and squeeze all over your body bringing you right back down from the edge, before starting to pull on your clit and start fingering you again.

"After you go through that cycle a few dozen times, I think I'll let the tongues loose on you again. You'll feel them all around you, licking your sides and foraging deep in your belly button. But I'm sure you'll especially enjoy the ones on each of your tits, lapping away at your hypersensitive nipples like hungry dogs. And of course, we can't forget that beautifully wet pussy of yours, I'll assign a couple tongues to really clean it up from the outside and deep within. Don't get too comfortable though, when I think you're about to cum, all the tongues will stop their licking and you'll be left right on the edge, always wanting more but never getting it.