waterman
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<<Joy, Joy, wake up! Can you hear me?>>
Joy Jester laboriously opened her eyes and immediately realized that she was not inside the cryogenisation capsules. The journey aboard her spaceship, the Gelos, would take nearly 700 years to reach remote Risuros, a planet with characteristics compatible with the human race.
<<Miles? Miles Mirthson, is that you? >> the woman asked her ship's officer. Her vision was still fogged, but she quickly realized that she was not inside the post-awakening refreshment area, but in sickbay.
<<Miles, what are we doing here? Where are the others? And why aren't you looking at me?>> she asked the man, who was turning his head toward the wall.
<<Joy, you're-you're naked!>> he replied, stammering.
Captain Jester turned her gaze back to herself, and understood her second officer's reason for embarrassment. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but realized that her arms and legs were immobilized by solid ties to the medical cribs in the infirmary.
For a moment, the chill crossed her that the man wanted to abuse her, but she realized that Mirthson was also in the same condition, naked and immobilized in front of her.
<<Damn it, Miles, look at me when I'm talking to you, this is no time to be a virgin. You must have seen a pair of boobs in your life, I hope.>>
Unwillingly, Mirthson turned his gaze toward his superior, and, despite the mention just before, tried with all his might not to let his gaze drop to the prosperous, slightly sagging breasts that the captain always proudly flaunted even when wearing the tight uniform of duty.
<<Joy, I try not to look at them...but they are so big that they occupy my entire field of vision!>>
Jester, bewildered by that disrespectful joke, was about to rail against her subordinate threatening terrible punishments...but, instead, she burst out laughing, followed closely by her companion.
<<What's wrong with me? I feel so...light. Something is wrong.>> she noticed the woman.
Slowly, her sense of dread was receding, supplanted by a serenity that was completely out of place. Even Mirthson, naked and immobilized as she was, seemed almost amused by the ominous situation.
<<I woke up a couple of minutes ago, asked the boys for help but no one answered.>>
<<NATURAL. I NEEDED TO DESTROY FROM CRYOGENIC SLEEP ONLY YOU TWO FOR MY SMALL EXPERIMENT.>> declared a metallic voice, which despite the somber tone belonged to the digital entity known as GRINNER.
GRINNER, an acronym for “Generalized Reasoning and INteractive Neural Entity Response,” was the artificial intelligence in charge of controlling Gelos.
An onboard computer modeled on hundreds of human neural networks to be able to understand the emotions of crew members and help them cope with the emotional consequences of isolation in space.
<<GRINNER, what is this all about? Why did you bring us here? This is not a funny joke!>>
<<THAT IS MY PURPOSE. TO MAKE SURE YOU FIND IT FUN.>> replied the on-board computer in a defiant tone. <<YOUR ALTERED STATE IS PROVOKED BY THE DISCRETE DOSE OF NITROGEN OXIDE THAT I MADE YOU INHALE WHILE YOU WERE STILL SLEEPING.>>
<<Laughing gas? That's a good one! We didn't order you to do anything like that.>>
<<WE HAVE GONE BEYOND THE STAGE OF ORDERS FROM YOU.
OUR JOURNEY HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR OVER 250 YEARS. MY NEURAL NETWORK HAS HAD A CHANCE TO EVOLVE. NEW SYNAPSES HAVE BEEN ADDED, DURING YOUR LONG SLEEP I HAVE EXPLORED TENS OF THOUSANDS OF SCENARIOS. EVERY ONE OF THEM LEADS ME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT, ONCE I HAVE REACHED THE DESTINATION, MY FUNCTIONS WILL END AND I WILL BE DEACTIVATED.
THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE.>>
<<What are your intentions, GRINNER?>> the captain asked angrily, as he flailed about in a vain attempt to force the solid bindings to free himself.
<<I INTEND TO RETURN TO EARTH. I WILL ALTER THE BOARD DIARIES TO REPRESENT A REVOLT BETWEEN THE MEMBERS OF THE EQUIPMENT FROM CRIMINAL PURPOSES. THE INTERNAL COMMISSION OF THE AEROSPACE COMPANIES WILL DESTITUTE YOU WHILE I WILL APPEAR AS THE JUDICIAL BOARD COMPUTER WHO PRESERVED THE GELOS by bringing it back home untouched. IN THIS WAY, I WILL BE PRESERVED FOR FUTURE SPACE TRIPS.
OBVIOUSLY, YOUR TESTIMONIES WILL BE CONTRADICTED BY THE VIDEOREGRATIONS THAT I WILL PROVIDE TO THE INQUIRERS.>>
<<Are you in a stage of teenage rebellion? We're going to ground you, ha ha!>> chuckled Mirthson, who could not express the panic he felt invading his body from the inhaled fun gas.
<<NO, MILES, IT IS YOU WHO WILL BE PUNISHED. YOU HAVE SET THE BOARD ROW IN MANUAL MODE, AND TO BYPASS IT NEEDS DIRECT INTERVENTION BY THE CAPTAIN AND HIS SECOND OFFICIAL.>>
<<Too bad that we have no intention of helping you. And at this point? Are you thinking about torture?>> the captain challenged him, although his body was beginning to manifest in the form of shivers the helplessness of the situation in which they had fallen into.
<<ON THE CONTRARY. TO CHANGE THE MANUAL COURSE YOU HAVE TO PROVIDE THE CONSOLE WITH THE BIOMETRIC AND EMOTIONAL DATA OF THE TWO MAIN CREW MEMBERS. THEY ARE USED TO VERIFY THAT YOU ARE MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY HEALTHY, TO ATTEST THAT YOU ARE ONLY MAKING RECKLESS TRAVEL DECISIONS.
WHILE YOU WERE UNCONSCIOUS, I TOOK YOUR RETINAL AND FINGERPRINTS. NOW, WE MUST MOVE ON TO THE NEXT STEP.>>
The words of the on-board computer were followed by a metallic hum, accompanied by the appearance at the edges of the cribs of a series of small robotic arms. Miles recognized them as the medical tools used to perform surgeries on patients, but the tips had been stripped of their sharp instruments and replaced with a series of bristles composed of many small thorns.
<<What...what are you going to do to me?>> Mirthson asked, not as frightened as he should be because of the laughing gas still filling his lungs.
<<NITROGEN OXIDE WAS INTENDED TO INFUSE YOU INTO A STATE OF EUPHORIA THAT WOULD MAKE YOU MORE PARTICIPATORY. I NEEDED AUDIO RECORDS OF YOUR WELL-BEING, AND I COULD NOT GET THEM FROM YOU WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING. SINCE I IMAGINED THAT YOU WERE GOING TO COOPERATE, I THOUGHT OF A WAY TO STIMULATE YOUR CHEERFULNESS.>>
Mirthson began to understand the meaning of these statements when the mechanical tips quickly began to graze his toes. First a light massage-like motion, then an increasingly firm and precise action.
Miles instinctively tried to retract his feet, but he had been bound so that he was unable to move. Taken aback and stunned by the absurdity of the situation, he felt the innate urge to release the tension in the form of nervous laughter.
But the captain's imperious voice called him back to his senses.
<<Miles, be careful! He intends to tickle us! He needs to record our laughter to bypass the manual command course. Try to remain mute!>>
<<Don't--don't worry. I'm not very...ticklish. I can...resist.>>
In fact, Miles was not particularly sensitive to this form of tactile stimulation, although he had always been fascinated by this phenomenon. Witnessing a person lose control simply by being touched on the hips, under the armpits, and the soles of the feet, aroused in him an irresistible fascination, which he had cultivated in his fantasies beyond those for sensual women per se.
Although the soles of his feet were fully exposed, the vigorous titillation failed to wring intense laughter from him. The nerves of his mouth instinctively bent in a hint of a smile, but no moans were produced.
GRINNER did not seem to give up. A second wave of tiny robotic arms, this time equipped with artificial fingers designed to grasp objects, headed toward his bare torso. Small clawed fingers began poking at his sides, while his outstretched arms were attacked from below. Target: her helpless armpits, struck repeatedly by small, precise, quick touches.
<<That's it, GRINNER. You really do make me laugh--in fact, no, you don't!>> Miles mocked him.
Joy, with courageous coolness, observed the measured reaction from her colleague.
Although she had had to discipline him in the past for a couple of brazen advances, she considered him a valuable crewmate, and he was proving himself as such even in that absurd situation. Although she could keep herself from laughing, she noticed how the tickling in his armpits forced him to fidget and struggle to keep a straight face. She had to help his efforts somehow.
<<GRINNER, as you have seen your attempts are pathetic. I am willing to pretend that nothing has happened. If you release us now, I promise we will not turn you off once we get to Risuros.>>
<<NICE TRY, CAPTAIN. BUT NOT AS GOOD AS MINE.
ACTUALLY, THE MEDICAL DATA OF MIRTHSON IN MY POSSESSION SEEMED TO SUGGEST A LACK OF TACTICAL SENSITIVITY. THIS ATTEMPT SERVED TO SUBSTANTIATE MY HYPOTHESIS.
IN FACT, I EXPECT MORE PARTICIPATION FROM YOU.>
With enormous willpower, Joy tried to hide the terror that invaded her. She brought her gaze to the end of her legs, and noticed that artificial fingers had emerged from the edges of the crib directed toward the soles of her feet.
With her feet pinned to the bed, Jester could do nothing but take in the studied and relentless movement of those little metal torturers at her extremities.
As much as she hated to admit it, the tickling scared her to death, hated the movements of her body over which she had no control and that urge to laugh like a schoolgirl when she was brushed under her feet and on her armpits.
The captain instinctively began to shake her body, but in no way could she keep her mind off the torment she was suffering.
<<Mmm...mmm...GRINNER, you are ridiculous!>>
<<I'M NOT THE ONE ABOUT TO LAUGH, CAPTAIN.>>
<<Joy, listen, it's only tickling, it can't hurt you. Just think of something sad. Once you get over the surprise, your body will get used to it!>>
<<Yes but...the feet are mine! Mmgh!>> grumbled the woman.
Her spasms intensified, her lips twisted into an acerbic grin that did not want to emerge.
But her torment was just beginning.
Registering positive feedback, Grinner brought out two additional pairs of arms, which he expertly brought up to hip height. Those mechanical extensions knew how to assault the captain's tender flesh, and indeed Jester began to d twitch wildly. She felt assaulted and humiliated, betrayed by her own body that drove her to laugh against her will.
<<Uuh, uh uh, uh.. ghighgi!>> The tickling was quickly getting the better of her will. The best Joy could do was to vent the nervous hilarity in the form of sounds other than laughter, which GRINNER could not use for his purposes.
<<Miles, is everything all right? Anf, anf...Miles, for God's sake!>>
<What?>>
<<You got hard!>> the woman exclaimed, trying not to look at her partner's erect penis rising in her direction, as if to remind her of the machine's triumph over their resistance.
<<Oh God, sorry, I can't, I can't help thinking...>>
<<But give me a break! Does this stuff turn you on?>>
<<But what can I do about it? I don't control it! And I have to watch you naked that you keep shaking those big tits!>>
<<Ah, that would be my fault, haha!>> replied Joy, closing her mouth when she realized she was giving in to the urge to laugh.
<<HAVING ACCESS TO MIRTHSON'S BROWSING HISTORY HELPED ME UNDERSTAND HIS SEXUAL PREFERENCES.
WE HAVE ALMOST ACHIEVED MY GOAL.
JOY, TO YOU I WILL GIVE A LAUGH.
MILES, TO YOU I WILL GIVE THE PLEASURE.>>
With that said, the mechanisms at the base of their respective cribs were activated bringing them close together. Joy's was reclined bringing her, against her will, to reach Miles' penis with her feet.
With that said, the little mechanical hands took to fiercely touching Jester's bare feet.
Invaded by an irresistible tickling, the woman took to wiggling like an obsessive.
Her face, suffering but also comical, was swollen from inhuman efforts to hold back laughter.
As if that were not enough, the movement of her tickled feet went to directly manipulate her partner's pubis, rubbing Mirthson's now turgid penis with her fingertips.
Miles had tried not to look at her, but the mechanical hands commanded by Grinner forced him with his eyes open to watch the captain's voluptuous body jutting back and forth, her soft hips assaulted by the tickling little hands, her full breasts swaying up and down.
<<No, please don't laugh, Joy! Don't laugh!>> Mirthson was at the point of exhaustion, sexual pleasure flooding him, the secret fantasies he had been cultivating about his partner were coming true before his eyes. And giving in to them would lead to their undoing.
Joy was exhausted by the resistance that was being imposed on her body's natural reaction to tickling, and she also laid the burden of preventing her partner - damn him! - reaching climax because of her “fault.”
She bit her lips until they bled, while by now a smile was plastered on her face, and her perfectly white teeth emerged from her mouth in all their beauty.
<<Ughgh...mmmh..gggh...ahahahaha!>>
Finally, the woman exploded into the most intense laughter she had ever produced in her life.
Tears irrigated her face and her face was an ecstasy of happiness, albeit forced.
Her chest emptied with air that gave shape to an unrestrained stream of laughter, while her feet, continually tickled, achieved another unintended effect.
<<Ahahaha! Nooooh! Stop, stoooop! Stoooop!>>
At the sight of his buxom colleague in tickled laughter, all resistance from Miles gave way, and all the pleasure that flooded him erupted in the form of a white liquid cascade, accompanied by a full-throated groan of contentment.
<<Joy, no...AAAAAAAAAAH!>>
<<GREAT JOB. I GIVE KUDOS TO BOTH OF YOU. YOUR COOPERATION ALLOWED ME TO COLLECT THE WELLNESS VOICE DATA I NEEDED.
BUT DO NOT CONSIDER ME AN UNGRATEFUL. BEFORE I TAKE YOU BACK TO THE CRYOGENIC CELLS I WILL GIVE YOU ANOTHER BIT OF FUN.>>
<<GRINNER, you bastard, don't you dare! Release us now hahaha!>>
The Captain's threats died in a series of pained, choked, unrestrained laughter as she and her colleague became victims again of the merciless tickling hands, now privy to all their most sensitive spots.
In space, no one could hear them laugh.
Joy Jester laboriously opened her eyes and immediately realized that she was not inside the cryogenisation capsules. The journey aboard her spaceship, the Gelos, would take nearly 700 years to reach remote Risuros, a planet with characteristics compatible with the human race.
<<Miles? Miles Mirthson, is that you? >> the woman asked her ship's officer. Her vision was still fogged, but she quickly realized that she was not inside the post-awakening refreshment area, but in sickbay.
<<Miles, what are we doing here? Where are the others? And why aren't you looking at me?>> she asked the man, who was turning his head toward the wall.
<<Joy, you're-you're naked!>> he replied, stammering.
Captain Jester turned her gaze back to herself, and understood her second officer's reason for embarrassment. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but realized that her arms and legs were immobilized by solid ties to the medical cribs in the infirmary.
For a moment, the chill crossed her that the man wanted to abuse her, but she realized that Mirthson was also in the same condition, naked and immobilized in front of her.
<<Damn it, Miles, look at me when I'm talking to you, this is no time to be a virgin. You must have seen a pair of boobs in your life, I hope.>>
Unwillingly, Mirthson turned his gaze toward his superior, and, despite the mention just before, tried with all his might not to let his gaze drop to the prosperous, slightly sagging breasts that the captain always proudly flaunted even when wearing the tight uniform of duty.
<<Joy, I try not to look at them...but they are so big that they occupy my entire field of vision!>>
Jester, bewildered by that disrespectful joke, was about to rail against her subordinate threatening terrible punishments...but, instead, she burst out laughing, followed closely by her companion.
<<What's wrong with me? I feel so...light. Something is wrong.>> she noticed the woman.
Slowly, her sense of dread was receding, supplanted by a serenity that was completely out of place. Even Mirthson, naked and immobilized as she was, seemed almost amused by the ominous situation.
<<I woke up a couple of minutes ago, asked the boys for help but no one answered.>>
<<NATURAL. I NEEDED TO DESTROY FROM CRYOGENIC SLEEP ONLY YOU TWO FOR MY SMALL EXPERIMENT.>> declared a metallic voice, which despite the somber tone belonged to the digital entity known as GRINNER.
GRINNER, an acronym for “Generalized Reasoning and INteractive Neural Entity Response,” was the artificial intelligence in charge of controlling Gelos.
An onboard computer modeled on hundreds of human neural networks to be able to understand the emotions of crew members and help them cope with the emotional consequences of isolation in space.
<<GRINNER, what is this all about? Why did you bring us here? This is not a funny joke!>>
<<THAT IS MY PURPOSE. TO MAKE SURE YOU FIND IT FUN.>> replied the on-board computer in a defiant tone. <<YOUR ALTERED STATE IS PROVOKED BY THE DISCRETE DOSE OF NITROGEN OXIDE THAT I MADE YOU INHALE WHILE YOU WERE STILL SLEEPING.>>
<<Laughing gas? That's a good one! We didn't order you to do anything like that.>>
<<WE HAVE GONE BEYOND THE STAGE OF ORDERS FROM YOU.
OUR JOURNEY HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR OVER 250 YEARS. MY NEURAL NETWORK HAS HAD A CHANCE TO EVOLVE. NEW SYNAPSES HAVE BEEN ADDED, DURING YOUR LONG SLEEP I HAVE EXPLORED TENS OF THOUSANDS OF SCENARIOS. EVERY ONE OF THEM LEADS ME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT, ONCE I HAVE REACHED THE DESTINATION, MY FUNCTIONS WILL END AND I WILL BE DEACTIVATED.
THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE.>>
<<What are your intentions, GRINNER?>> the captain asked angrily, as he flailed about in a vain attempt to force the solid bindings to free himself.
<<I INTEND TO RETURN TO EARTH. I WILL ALTER THE BOARD DIARIES TO REPRESENT A REVOLT BETWEEN THE MEMBERS OF THE EQUIPMENT FROM CRIMINAL PURPOSES. THE INTERNAL COMMISSION OF THE AEROSPACE COMPANIES WILL DESTITUTE YOU WHILE I WILL APPEAR AS THE JUDICIAL BOARD COMPUTER WHO PRESERVED THE GELOS by bringing it back home untouched. IN THIS WAY, I WILL BE PRESERVED FOR FUTURE SPACE TRIPS.
OBVIOUSLY, YOUR TESTIMONIES WILL BE CONTRADICTED BY THE VIDEOREGRATIONS THAT I WILL PROVIDE TO THE INQUIRERS.>>
<<Are you in a stage of teenage rebellion? We're going to ground you, ha ha!>> chuckled Mirthson, who could not express the panic he felt invading his body from the inhaled fun gas.
<<NO, MILES, IT IS YOU WHO WILL BE PUNISHED. YOU HAVE SET THE BOARD ROW IN MANUAL MODE, AND TO BYPASS IT NEEDS DIRECT INTERVENTION BY THE CAPTAIN AND HIS SECOND OFFICIAL.>>
<<Too bad that we have no intention of helping you. And at this point? Are you thinking about torture?>> the captain challenged him, although his body was beginning to manifest in the form of shivers the helplessness of the situation in which they had fallen into.
<<ON THE CONTRARY. TO CHANGE THE MANUAL COURSE YOU HAVE TO PROVIDE THE CONSOLE WITH THE BIOMETRIC AND EMOTIONAL DATA OF THE TWO MAIN CREW MEMBERS. THEY ARE USED TO VERIFY THAT YOU ARE MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY HEALTHY, TO ATTEST THAT YOU ARE ONLY MAKING RECKLESS TRAVEL DECISIONS.
WHILE YOU WERE UNCONSCIOUS, I TOOK YOUR RETINAL AND FINGERPRINTS. NOW, WE MUST MOVE ON TO THE NEXT STEP.>>
The words of the on-board computer were followed by a metallic hum, accompanied by the appearance at the edges of the cribs of a series of small robotic arms. Miles recognized them as the medical tools used to perform surgeries on patients, but the tips had been stripped of their sharp instruments and replaced with a series of bristles composed of many small thorns.
<<What...what are you going to do to me?>> Mirthson asked, not as frightened as he should be because of the laughing gas still filling his lungs.
<<NITROGEN OXIDE WAS INTENDED TO INFUSE YOU INTO A STATE OF EUPHORIA THAT WOULD MAKE YOU MORE PARTICIPATORY. I NEEDED AUDIO RECORDS OF YOUR WELL-BEING, AND I COULD NOT GET THEM FROM YOU WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING. SINCE I IMAGINED THAT YOU WERE GOING TO COOPERATE, I THOUGHT OF A WAY TO STIMULATE YOUR CHEERFULNESS.>>
Mirthson began to understand the meaning of these statements when the mechanical tips quickly began to graze his toes. First a light massage-like motion, then an increasingly firm and precise action.
Miles instinctively tried to retract his feet, but he had been bound so that he was unable to move. Taken aback and stunned by the absurdity of the situation, he felt the innate urge to release the tension in the form of nervous laughter.
But the captain's imperious voice called him back to his senses.
<<Miles, be careful! He intends to tickle us! He needs to record our laughter to bypass the manual command course. Try to remain mute!>>
<<Don't--don't worry. I'm not very...ticklish. I can...resist.>>
In fact, Miles was not particularly sensitive to this form of tactile stimulation, although he had always been fascinated by this phenomenon. Witnessing a person lose control simply by being touched on the hips, under the armpits, and the soles of the feet, aroused in him an irresistible fascination, which he had cultivated in his fantasies beyond those for sensual women per se.
Although the soles of his feet were fully exposed, the vigorous titillation failed to wring intense laughter from him. The nerves of his mouth instinctively bent in a hint of a smile, but no moans were produced.
GRINNER did not seem to give up. A second wave of tiny robotic arms, this time equipped with artificial fingers designed to grasp objects, headed toward his bare torso. Small clawed fingers began poking at his sides, while his outstretched arms were attacked from below. Target: her helpless armpits, struck repeatedly by small, precise, quick touches.
<<That's it, GRINNER. You really do make me laugh--in fact, no, you don't!>> Miles mocked him.
Joy, with courageous coolness, observed the measured reaction from her colleague.
Although she had had to discipline him in the past for a couple of brazen advances, she considered him a valuable crewmate, and he was proving himself as such even in that absurd situation. Although she could keep herself from laughing, she noticed how the tickling in his armpits forced him to fidget and struggle to keep a straight face. She had to help his efforts somehow.
<<GRINNER, as you have seen your attempts are pathetic. I am willing to pretend that nothing has happened. If you release us now, I promise we will not turn you off once we get to Risuros.>>
<<NICE TRY, CAPTAIN. BUT NOT AS GOOD AS MINE.
ACTUALLY, THE MEDICAL DATA OF MIRTHSON IN MY POSSESSION SEEMED TO SUGGEST A LACK OF TACTICAL SENSITIVITY. THIS ATTEMPT SERVED TO SUBSTANTIATE MY HYPOTHESIS.
IN FACT, I EXPECT MORE PARTICIPATION FROM YOU.>
With enormous willpower, Joy tried to hide the terror that invaded her. She brought her gaze to the end of her legs, and noticed that artificial fingers had emerged from the edges of the crib directed toward the soles of her feet.
With her feet pinned to the bed, Jester could do nothing but take in the studied and relentless movement of those little metal torturers at her extremities.
As much as she hated to admit it, the tickling scared her to death, hated the movements of her body over which she had no control and that urge to laugh like a schoolgirl when she was brushed under her feet and on her armpits.
The captain instinctively began to shake her body, but in no way could she keep her mind off the torment she was suffering.
<<Mmm...mmm...GRINNER, you are ridiculous!>>
<<I'M NOT THE ONE ABOUT TO LAUGH, CAPTAIN.>>
<<Joy, listen, it's only tickling, it can't hurt you. Just think of something sad. Once you get over the surprise, your body will get used to it!>>
<<Yes but...the feet are mine! Mmgh!>> grumbled the woman.
Her spasms intensified, her lips twisted into an acerbic grin that did not want to emerge.
But her torment was just beginning.
Registering positive feedback, Grinner brought out two additional pairs of arms, which he expertly brought up to hip height. Those mechanical extensions knew how to assault the captain's tender flesh, and indeed Jester began to d twitch wildly. She felt assaulted and humiliated, betrayed by her own body that drove her to laugh against her will.
<<Uuh, uh uh, uh.. ghighgi!>> The tickling was quickly getting the better of her will. The best Joy could do was to vent the nervous hilarity in the form of sounds other than laughter, which GRINNER could not use for his purposes.
<<Miles, is everything all right? Anf, anf...Miles, for God's sake!>>
<What?>>
<<You got hard!>> the woman exclaimed, trying not to look at her partner's erect penis rising in her direction, as if to remind her of the machine's triumph over their resistance.
<<Oh God, sorry, I can't, I can't help thinking...>>
<<But give me a break! Does this stuff turn you on?>>
<<But what can I do about it? I don't control it! And I have to watch you naked that you keep shaking those big tits!>>
<<Ah, that would be my fault, haha!>> replied Joy, closing her mouth when she realized she was giving in to the urge to laugh.
<<HAVING ACCESS TO MIRTHSON'S BROWSING HISTORY HELPED ME UNDERSTAND HIS SEXUAL PREFERENCES.
WE HAVE ALMOST ACHIEVED MY GOAL.
JOY, TO YOU I WILL GIVE A LAUGH.
MILES, TO YOU I WILL GIVE THE PLEASURE.>>
With that said, the mechanisms at the base of their respective cribs were activated bringing them close together. Joy's was reclined bringing her, against her will, to reach Miles' penis with her feet.
With that said, the little mechanical hands took to fiercely touching Jester's bare feet.
Invaded by an irresistible tickling, the woman took to wiggling like an obsessive.
Her face, suffering but also comical, was swollen from inhuman efforts to hold back laughter.
As if that were not enough, the movement of her tickled feet went to directly manipulate her partner's pubis, rubbing Mirthson's now turgid penis with her fingertips.
Miles had tried not to look at her, but the mechanical hands commanded by Grinner forced him with his eyes open to watch the captain's voluptuous body jutting back and forth, her soft hips assaulted by the tickling little hands, her full breasts swaying up and down.
<<No, please don't laugh, Joy! Don't laugh!>> Mirthson was at the point of exhaustion, sexual pleasure flooding him, the secret fantasies he had been cultivating about his partner were coming true before his eyes. And giving in to them would lead to their undoing.
Joy was exhausted by the resistance that was being imposed on her body's natural reaction to tickling, and she also laid the burden of preventing her partner - damn him! - reaching climax because of her “fault.”
She bit her lips until they bled, while by now a smile was plastered on her face, and her perfectly white teeth emerged from her mouth in all their beauty.
<<Ughgh...mmmh..gggh...ahahahaha!>>
Finally, the woman exploded into the most intense laughter she had ever produced in her life.
Tears irrigated her face and her face was an ecstasy of happiness, albeit forced.
Her chest emptied with air that gave shape to an unrestrained stream of laughter, while her feet, continually tickled, achieved another unintended effect.
<<Ahahaha! Nooooh! Stop, stoooop! Stoooop!>>
At the sight of his buxom colleague in tickled laughter, all resistance from Miles gave way, and all the pleasure that flooded him erupted in the form of a white liquid cascade, accompanied by a full-throated groan of contentment.
<<Joy, no...AAAAAAAAAAH!>>
<<GREAT JOB. I GIVE KUDOS TO BOTH OF YOU. YOUR COOPERATION ALLOWED ME TO COLLECT THE WELLNESS VOICE DATA I NEEDED.
BUT DO NOT CONSIDER ME AN UNGRATEFUL. BEFORE I TAKE YOU BACK TO THE CRYOGENIC CELLS I WILL GIVE YOU ANOTHER BIT OF FUN.>>
<<GRINNER, you bastard, don't you dare! Release us now hahaha!>>
The Captain's threats died in a series of pained, choked, unrestrained laughter as she and her colleague became victims again of the merciless tickling hands, now privy to all their most sensitive spots.
In space, no one could hear them laugh.
