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Prologue
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Part 9
Mara Jade was escorted through the halls of this place, guards closely watching her, unable to shake the thought that whoever ran this place was completely insane. Since her arrival she’d been locked away, given limited reading material, the opportunity to watch other prisoners get interrogated, and then interrogated herself, and it all involved tickling. That was definitely out there, definitely pushing the envelope of sane behavior to be sure. This though, this clearly pushed it right off the desk and out the window, into a land where people wore underpants on their heads and talked to the flowers while giggling like idiots.
They had locked her into some kind of chastity belt-like restraint. As far as Mara was concerned, that’s already weird. But they had tested the device after that, and Mara found out the real secret: it was the world’s ugliest vibrator. At any time they could start stimulating her in a very sensitive place... which made zero sense! What was the point?! So far they’d done nothing interrogative except tickle her, now they were going to tease her sex drive?
Insanity. It was the only possible explanation.
They led her into a room with opaque glass and a single other doorway in it. The guards left and she heard the door lock. She tried the other, but there was no handle and it didn’t respond to anything she could think of. So she stood there in the dark room and waited, wondering what was going to happen. Someone finally spoke. “Hello, Mara.”
Mara looked about, but there was no one. “Hi,” she said irritably.
“We’ve looked over the information you’ve provided us,” the voice said. Must be remote broadcast, Mara thought. Smart, because I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on whoever brought me here. “We’re convinced that you’ve told us everything you know.”
“Glad to hear it,” Mara said darkly.
“We wish we could say the same for some of our other guests.” At that, the window turned clear, at least for Mara. She stared through it. It was the blond girl again, locked in restraints on the other side. She was being tickled out of her wits by some machine, mostly on her underarms, ribs, and inner thighs.
“I can’t help you!” she cried before her voice descended into a laughing fit. There were various prods working her torso over, prodding just a little ways in and wriggling about until the girl was trembling with ticklish laughter. “Please stop! PLEASE! YAHAHAHA!!!”
“Who is she?” Mara asked, her voice subdued.
The girl on the other side of the glass writhed. “Seven of Nine,” the voice said. “Is something wrong?”
Mara stared at her. There was no sense telling anyone what had happened; they wouldn’t believe it anyway. The Force was almost certainly unknown here, and anything she tipped them off to would only give them one more thing to try to tickle torture out of her.
Tickle torture... just watching Seven of Nine laugh and squirm stirred Mara’s insides. She was so beautiful, and her laugh was intoxicating. “Do you like her?” the voice asked.
Mara hesitated. “Yes,” she finally admitted. She felt the little vibrator switch on. She resented the intrusion, but at the same time, it was a nice little addition to the image of Seven of Nine’s tickle torment. Just the sight of her under their ministrations made Mara want to rub herself a little bit.
After a minute or so passed, the door opened, and Seven of Nine’s tickling stopped. “Then go to her.”
“Why?” Mara asked.
“It is our will.”
“No,” Mara said defiantly.
“Then we will tickle her until she weeps.”
A lump formed in Mara’s throat. Did they know? Or was it just a coincidence. Whatever it was, the memory of that girl crying under Isard’s touches was too much to bear... that that face of hers could be so grief-stricken... “Okay, I’ll go.”
Seven visibly stiffened as Mara walked into the room, her eyes glued to the redhead. Mara stood before her. “Introduce yourself,” the voice said. Mara swallowed, then said her name.
“Seven,” Seven of Nine said in reply. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped.
The silence was uncomfortable, but Mara had no idea of how to fill it. “Mara,” said the voice, “we want you to tickle her.”
Mara saw Seven’s eyes widen slightly in fear, and it hurt to know that she was the perceived cause. She wet her lips, uncertain. The truth... the unpleasant truth... was that she wanted to. The thought of tickling Seven was more arousing than the vibrations, to feel Seven’s soft skin beneath her fingers while she stroked that curved body, feeling her trembling involuntarily while she laughed... God, she wanted to do it more than anything!
“No,” Mara said. Because she also had come to care for this person, and she wasn’t going to take advantage of the situation, no matter how much it burned inside her.
“Do it,” the voice said sternly.
“She’s been tickled enough.”
“We don’t agree.”
“Well too bad!” Mara shouted in the general direction of the ceiling.
“If you refuse to comply, then we’ll tickle you instead.”
“Fine,” Mara said dismissively.
“We’ll tickle you until you pass out, Mara,” the voice said. “Until you can’t even breathe any more because you’ve-“
“Enough!” Seven said. “You will do as they have instructed.”
Mara turned and stared at her. “What?”
Seven took a visible breath. “I would not wish you to suffer simply because you refuse their instructions.” Mara’s jaw moved but no words came. “I merely request that you restrain yourself... I am... I am highly ticklish and am easily overwhelmed. Please show whatever mercy they will permit,” Seven swallowed, “but do what they say. I- I could not live with myself if harm were to befall you.”
Mara stood there in stunned silence, but then a little part of her she wasn’t all that proud of pumped its fist into the air and offered a “woohoo!” But she had to admit, if Seven was offering herself, there was nothing wrong with Mara taking her up on it. But where to start...?
Those underarms. There was no question; with no body hair they probably made silk feel like sandpaper by comparison. So milky white, so inviting... she noticed Seven’s look of apprehension, but even if she refused her at this point Mara couldn’t stop herself now, not until her fingers had tasted that flesh. She applied her nails gently, and Seven went from snicker to full laugh in seconds, and this was just casual stroking. Oh Seven, she thought, you truly are the girl of my dreams.
“Hahahaha stop it....” Seven laughed as Mara wriggled her fingers about her armpits. They were heavenly... Mara was restraining herself; she could sense how ticklish Seven was, that this was -pardon the pun- only scratching the surface. “Stoooo-hahahahaha-oppp...” Seven pleaded, but Mara knew she wouldn’t be allowed to end it so quickly, and really she was so going easy on the girl. If she wanted to see what Mara could really do- No! Control yourself, Mara, she thought, this girl volunteered for this to help protect you! Don’t take advantage of the situation.
Mara looked up into Seven’s laughing face. How could she not, though? And with the vibrations between her legs, tickling Seven had become heaven on Earth. Without conscious thought she started tickling even more intensely, and Seven’s laughs turned to cries and shouts of laughter. “NO! DO-HO-HO-N’T!” she begged as Mara’s fingers wriggled deep in her hollows. They were so smooth, so soft, so ticklish...
Mara pulled her hands away, and Seven gasped for breath. Rein it in, Mara, she thought. But there was that buzz against her nub, and that made it so hard. She wanted to pull Seven off that wall and fuck her twelve ways from Sunday, but that wasn’t allowed; all she could do was tickle her. And if it was all she had, she was forced to channel all her passion into it, because the pressure was threatening to blow her apart.
The breasts... her hands shot out and began stroking them. Oh, Mara had longed to experience them in every way possible... they were so full and shapely, so delicious. And apparently very ticklish, because Seven held her head back and roared as Mara tickled rapidly on the sides and underneath of both of them. “NOT THERE!” Seven pleaded. “PLEASE MARA! HAHAHAHA!!!” But Mara continued, her nails teasing across the supple flesh without mercy, causing Seven to fight like a mad woman while she bellowed with laughter. “STOP!!!”
Mara’s breath trembled in her throat. The vibrations were so intense... she imagined it was Seven again, doing the magic on her body that no one else could. And her breasts were right there, in Mara’s hands... she wanted to knead and fondle and taste them, but she was only allowed to do one thing with them, so she did it. She grabbed them in her hands and began squeezing in just the right way to cause Seven to scream with laughter. “NO MORE MARA! NO! YA-HAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO!!!” But Mara could feel her whole body longing for this, the sweat on her brow, the stiffening of her own nipples, the warm glow in her womanhood, the sound of her blood in her ears, the dryness of her mouth. She was going to experience pleasure unmeant for mere mortals, and between here and there lied this laughing Borg and her scrumptious body.
“TOO MUCH!” Seven wailed. “HAHAHAHA STOP!!!!” But Mara could feel the climax building, so that her hands had taken on a will of their own. She tickle-massaged Seven’s breasts while the Borg wailed with laughter. Come on! she thought. A little more! A little- The vibration stopped, and Mara cursed, but she was so close now... the sight of Seven in the throes of tickle agony was driving her wild with desire, and she continued even more fervently, despite the Borg’s protests. The feel of those jiggling breasts beneath her hands, the sight of those crimson cheeks, the sound of her laughter, it was like nothing Mara ever experienced, and something she hoped would never end. So Seven’s pleas for her to relent went ignored as Mara tickled her with a frenzy of passion.
After how long, she had no idea, but she came. Immediately she stopped tickling, panting a little; Seven was doing the same. She looked up to Seven’s face, and saw her exhaustion, and realized what she had done, how she’d lost control. Seven looked up at her in turn, and her expression said it all. She’d trusted Mara, and Mara had betrayed her, just to satisfy her own appetites. Mara had never felt more ashamed of herself in her life - in the end, after all the words, she’d done the very thing she’d despised Isard for. “Seven-“
“Do not speak to me,” Seven said sternly.
Mara wet her lips. “I’m really sorry.”
“Your sorrow is irrelevant,” Seven said harshly. “It does not undo what you did to me.”
Mara’s jaw trembled. “I know,” she said quietly.
“Leave my presence,” Seven said. “I will endure the ministrations of the machines... it is preferable. At least I can take a small comfort in knowing they take no pleasure in my ordeals.”
Tears slipped out of Mara’s eyes. “I’m sor-“
“IRRELEVANT!” Seven roared at her.
Mara had suffered all manner of injuries in her life, been violently interrogated, tortured beyond human limits, and not just with tickling. But Seven’s single word and look reached inside and struck her with more agony than any mere machine or instrument ever could. And Mara Jade, the Emperor’s Hand, turned away and wept as guards led her out of the room. Whatever fate they had planned for her, she knew she deserved all of it and more.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Mara Jade was escorted through the halls of this place, guards closely watching her, unable to shake the thought that whoever ran this place was completely insane. Since her arrival she’d been locked away, given limited reading material, the opportunity to watch other prisoners get interrogated, and then interrogated herself, and it all involved tickling. That was definitely out there, definitely pushing the envelope of sane behavior to be sure. This though, this clearly pushed it right off the desk and out the window, into a land where people wore underpants on their heads and talked to the flowers while giggling like idiots.
They had locked her into some kind of chastity belt-like restraint. As far as Mara was concerned, that’s already weird. But they had tested the device after that, and Mara found out the real secret: it was the world’s ugliest vibrator. At any time they could start stimulating her in a very sensitive place... which made zero sense! What was the point?! So far they’d done nothing interrogative except tickle her, now they were going to tease her sex drive?
Insanity. It was the only possible explanation.
They led her into a room with opaque glass and a single other doorway in it. The guards left and she heard the door lock. She tried the other, but there was no handle and it didn’t respond to anything she could think of. So she stood there in the dark room and waited, wondering what was going to happen. Someone finally spoke. “Hello, Mara.”
Mara looked about, but there was no one. “Hi,” she said irritably.
“We’ve looked over the information you’ve provided us,” the voice said. Must be remote broadcast, Mara thought. Smart, because I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on whoever brought me here. “We’re convinced that you’ve told us everything you know.”
“Glad to hear it,” Mara said darkly.
“We wish we could say the same for some of our other guests.” At that, the window turned clear, at least for Mara. She stared through it. It was the blond girl again, locked in restraints on the other side. She was being tickled out of her wits by some machine, mostly on her underarms, ribs, and inner thighs.
“I can’t help you!” she cried before her voice descended into a laughing fit. There were various prods working her torso over, prodding just a little ways in and wriggling about until the girl was trembling with ticklish laughter. “Please stop! PLEASE! YAHAHAHA!!!”
“Who is she?” Mara asked, her voice subdued.
The girl on the other side of the glass writhed. “Seven of Nine,” the voice said. “Is something wrong?”
Mara stared at her. There was no sense telling anyone what had happened; they wouldn’t believe it anyway. The Force was almost certainly unknown here, and anything she tipped them off to would only give them one more thing to try to tickle torture out of her.
Tickle torture... just watching Seven of Nine laugh and squirm stirred Mara’s insides. She was so beautiful, and her laugh was intoxicating. “Do you like her?” the voice asked.
Mara hesitated. “Yes,” she finally admitted. She felt the little vibrator switch on. She resented the intrusion, but at the same time, it was a nice little addition to the image of Seven of Nine’s tickle torment. Just the sight of her under their ministrations made Mara want to rub herself a little bit.
After a minute or so passed, the door opened, and Seven of Nine’s tickling stopped. “Then go to her.”
“Why?” Mara asked.
“It is our will.”
“No,” Mara said defiantly.
“Then we will tickle her until she weeps.”
A lump formed in Mara’s throat. Did they know? Or was it just a coincidence. Whatever it was, the memory of that girl crying under Isard’s touches was too much to bear... that that face of hers could be so grief-stricken... “Okay, I’ll go.”
Seven visibly stiffened as Mara walked into the room, her eyes glued to the redhead. Mara stood before her. “Introduce yourself,” the voice said. Mara swallowed, then said her name.
“Seven,” Seven of Nine said in reply. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped.
The silence was uncomfortable, but Mara had no idea of how to fill it. “Mara,” said the voice, “we want you to tickle her.”
Mara saw Seven’s eyes widen slightly in fear, and it hurt to know that she was the perceived cause. She wet her lips, uncertain. The truth... the unpleasant truth... was that she wanted to. The thought of tickling Seven was more arousing than the vibrations, to feel Seven’s soft skin beneath her fingers while she stroked that curved body, feeling her trembling involuntarily while she laughed... God, she wanted to do it more than anything!
“No,” Mara said. Because she also had come to care for this person, and she wasn’t going to take advantage of the situation, no matter how much it burned inside her.
“Do it,” the voice said sternly.
“She’s been tickled enough.”
“We don’t agree.”
“Well too bad!” Mara shouted in the general direction of the ceiling.
“If you refuse to comply, then we’ll tickle you instead.”
“Fine,” Mara said dismissively.
“We’ll tickle you until you pass out, Mara,” the voice said. “Until you can’t even breathe any more because you’ve-“
“Enough!” Seven said. “You will do as they have instructed.”
Mara turned and stared at her. “What?”
Seven took a visible breath. “I would not wish you to suffer simply because you refuse their instructions.” Mara’s jaw moved but no words came. “I merely request that you restrain yourself... I am... I am highly ticklish and am easily overwhelmed. Please show whatever mercy they will permit,” Seven swallowed, “but do what they say. I- I could not live with myself if harm were to befall you.”
Mara stood there in stunned silence, but then a little part of her she wasn’t all that proud of pumped its fist into the air and offered a “woohoo!” But she had to admit, if Seven was offering herself, there was nothing wrong with Mara taking her up on it. But where to start...?
Those underarms. There was no question; with no body hair they probably made silk feel like sandpaper by comparison. So milky white, so inviting... she noticed Seven’s look of apprehension, but even if she refused her at this point Mara couldn’t stop herself now, not until her fingers had tasted that flesh. She applied her nails gently, and Seven went from snicker to full laugh in seconds, and this was just casual stroking. Oh Seven, she thought, you truly are the girl of my dreams.
“Hahahaha stop it....” Seven laughed as Mara wriggled her fingers about her armpits. They were heavenly... Mara was restraining herself; she could sense how ticklish Seven was, that this was -pardon the pun- only scratching the surface. “Stoooo-hahahahaha-oppp...” Seven pleaded, but Mara knew she wouldn’t be allowed to end it so quickly, and really she was so going easy on the girl. If she wanted to see what Mara could really do- No! Control yourself, Mara, she thought, this girl volunteered for this to help protect you! Don’t take advantage of the situation.
Mara looked up into Seven’s laughing face. How could she not, though? And with the vibrations between her legs, tickling Seven had become heaven on Earth. Without conscious thought she started tickling even more intensely, and Seven’s laughs turned to cries and shouts of laughter. “NO! DO-HO-HO-N’T!” she begged as Mara’s fingers wriggled deep in her hollows. They were so smooth, so soft, so ticklish...
Mara pulled her hands away, and Seven gasped for breath. Rein it in, Mara, she thought. But there was that buzz against her nub, and that made it so hard. She wanted to pull Seven off that wall and fuck her twelve ways from Sunday, but that wasn’t allowed; all she could do was tickle her. And if it was all she had, she was forced to channel all her passion into it, because the pressure was threatening to blow her apart.
The breasts... her hands shot out and began stroking them. Oh, Mara had longed to experience them in every way possible... they were so full and shapely, so delicious. And apparently very ticklish, because Seven held her head back and roared as Mara tickled rapidly on the sides and underneath of both of them. “NOT THERE!” Seven pleaded. “PLEASE MARA! HAHAHAHA!!!” But Mara continued, her nails teasing across the supple flesh without mercy, causing Seven to fight like a mad woman while she bellowed with laughter. “STOP!!!”
Mara’s breath trembled in her throat. The vibrations were so intense... she imagined it was Seven again, doing the magic on her body that no one else could. And her breasts were right there, in Mara’s hands... she wanted to knead and fondle and taste them, but she was only allowed to do one thing with them, so she did it. She grabbed them in her hands and began squeezing in just the right way to cause Seven to scream with laughter. “NO MORE MARA! NO! YA-HAHAHAHAHOHOHOHO!!!” But Mara could feel her whole body longing for this, the sweat on her brow, the stiffening of her own nipples, the warm glow in her womanhood, the sound of her blood in her ears, the dryness of her mouth. She was going to experience pleasure unmeant for mere mortals, and between here and there lied this laughing Borg and her scrumptious body.
“TOO MUCH!” Seven wailed. “HAHAHAHA STOP!!!!” But Mara could feel the climax building, so that her hands had taken on a will of their own. She tickle-massaged Seven’s breasts while the Borg wailed with laughter. Come on! she thought. A little more! A little- The vibration stopped, and Mara cursed, but she was so close now... the sight of Seven in the throes of tickle agony was driving her wild with desire, and she continued even more fervently, despite the Borg’s protests. The feel of those jiggling breasts beneath her hands, the sight of those crimson cheeks, the sound of her laughter, it was like nothing Mara ever experienced, and something she hoped would never end. So Seven’s pleas for her to relent went ignored as Mara tickled her with a frenzy of passion.
After how long, she had no idea, but she came. Immediately she stopped tickling, panting a little; Seven was doing the same. She looked up to Seven’s face, and saw her exhaustion, and realized what she had done, how she’d lost control. Seven looked up at her in turn, and her expression said it all. She’d trusted Mara, and Mara had betrayed her, just to satisfy her own appetites. Mara had never felt more ashamed of herself in her life - in the end, after all the words, she’d done the very thing she’d despised Isard for. “Seven-“
“Do not speak to me,” Seven said sternly.
Mara wet her lips. “I’m really sorry.”
“Your sorrow is irrelevant,” Seven said harshly. “It does not undo what you did to me.”
Mara’s jaw trembled. “I know,” she said quietly.
“Leave my presence,” Seven said. “I will endure the ministrations of the machines... it is preferable. At least I can take a small comfort in knowing they take no pleasure in my ordeals.”
Tears slipped out of Mara’s eyes. “I’m sor-“
“IRRELEVANT!” Seven roared at her.
Mara had suffered all manner of injuries in her life, been violently interrogated, tortured beyond human limits, and not just with tickling. But Seven’s single word and look reached inside and struck her with more agony than any mere machine or instrument ever could. And Mara Jade, the Emperor’s Hand, turned away and wept as guards led her out of the room. Whatever fate they had planned for her, she knew she deserved all of it and more.
