SIRENS’ RAPTURE:
THE MACHINES
by Wingman
Author’s note: This story refers partly to two other stories I’ve written. They’re titled Barbarella’s Rapture: Return to the Excessive Machine, and are based on the 1968 movie starring Jane Fonda. They can be found on the Grey Archive, in the sci-fi section.
Also, the description of the Lashes is based on objects found in the artwork of Tklfynd (whose work can be seen on the website www.ticklingforum.com). In a couple of his pictures he draws dermal stimulators, and I used these as the models for the Lashes Duran Duran employs later in the story, with his kind permission. Thanks, Fynd!
Donna’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She stretched and yawned, feeling rested. Her vision focused. She saw her friends Meaghan and Rachel lying next to her. She found she was lying on soft cushions, with some sort of silk-like sheet draped over her. She sat up. She gasped, and instinctively clutched the sheet to her breasts. Standing, towering, over her were two tall, well-muscled men wearing brown armor. Each of them had a rifle slung over their shoulders.
“Wh-who are you guys?” Rachel and Meaghan stirred at the sound of Donna’s voice. Soon, they too were bolt upright, surprised at their surroundings. The last they knew, they had bedded down at the edge of a forest. Where were they now?
“We are your saviors, my dear,” said a smooth voice. The two armored guards stepped aside. A man entered the room. He was short and thin. His hair was brilliant white, his face lined with age. He was dressed in flowing black robes. He radiated authority. His eyes were bright and alert. And they were alive with excitement at this moment.
“My men found you three unconscious at the edge of the forest. They brought you here. You’ve been asleep for the better part of 24 hours.” As he spoke, his eyes traveled over their bodies. He noticed their trim bodies; full, firm breasts. Plans began forming in his mind. He gestured to someone outside the room.
Two more guards walked in, carrying trays of some kind of food. Donna couldn’t identify the dish placed in front of her, but it looked like some sort of steak, and it smelled delicious. Donna was aware that she hadn’t eaten in quite a while. Funnily enough, she didn’t feel terribly hungry. She would later learn that neither Rachel nor Meaghan felt hungry either. However, the three women tasted the meat. It tasted as good as it smelled, and the three had soon devoured their meals. After they had finished, their host spoke up again.
“Feeling better, my dears?” His smile seemed polite, but Donna noticed that it did not quite reach his eyes. A chill ran down her spine. What were they in for now?
“Yes, thank you very much,” Donna replied, keeping her alarm to herself. After all, she and the others were stark naked and surrounded by armored men with weapons. There wasn’t much they could do about her concerns.
“Where are we?” asked Rachel.
“The city of Narud,” he replied proudly.
“And who exactly are you?” Meaghan asked.
“Ah, forgive me ladies. We don’t often get visitors, and my manners are not what they should be. I am Duran Duran. I am the ruler of Narud.”
“Can’t say we’ve ever heard of Narud,” Donna said. In reply, Duran Duran gestured to the doorway.
“Allow me to show you.” The three women stood, nude, and exited the room. The guards, joined by two more to make an escort of six, followed closely as Duran Duran led them down the hall. They followed several corridors, finally emerging onto a balcony overlooking the city. The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon. Below them, stretching out around and out behind the building they were in were a series of low-lying structures. Donna fancied she could make out residential-type dwellings, buildings used for commerce and trade, even schools.
“I founded Narud. It is the largest city on Amatos.”
“Amatos?” Meaghan asked.
“The world we’re on,” Duran Duran paused, remembering how he had come here. He had been a scientist on Earth in the 40th century. He had invented a powerful and terrible weapon, the Positronic Ray. Realizing peaceful Earth would have no use for such a device, he disappeared into uncharted regions of space. But not long after, an astro-navigatrix named Barbarella had followed him to the planet Tau Ceti. Barbarella had interfered with Duran Duran seizing power, forcing him to flee. Believed dead, he plotted his revenge over three years. Finally, he had captured Barbarella again, and tortured her in his favorite creation, a machine capable of intense sexual stimulation, the Excessive Machine. He had attempted to break her spirit with sexual torture, but she again turned the tables on him, turning his own weapon on him. Duran Duran fell through a tunnel of time, landing just outside a small city. He quickly seized power, renamed the city Narud, and had lived like a king ever since. Now, fate had delivered to him three women who appeared to be from Earth into his lap. Snapping out of his reverie, he looked at his guests quizzically. Something suddenly occurred to him.
“You’re not from this world, are you?” The looks on their faces told him everything. “You three come from somewhere else.” The three women exchanged glances.
“Earth,” said Rachel. “We come from Earth.” Duran Duran turned to face them. A smile spread across his face. Again, Donna noticed, it did not reach his eyes.
“Well, well,” he said smoothly. “It appears we have something in common. Tell me more.” The three remained silent, growing more uneasy. With a glance, the guards closed in around them.
“I insist,” Duran Duran said. Seeing no other choice, and no point in lying, Donna began to tell Duran Duran everything. She explained that the three of them were Sirens, agents of the Enclave, a secret organization dedicated to saving the world form the Cult, another secret organization. She explained about the way the two groups used tantric magic - magic based in sex - to wage their battles. She explained about the Pleasure Parasites, and the deal they had struck with the Cult. She told him of how the three of them were charged with keeping the Pleasure Parasites from breaking into Earth’s dimension by allowing them to sexually stimulate them and feed off their pleasure, preventing them from fully attuning to Earth’s dimensional plane. She told them of how the three had been somehow altered during their last Earthly encounter with the Pleasure Parasites, and how they were now apparently hyper sexually sensitive. She told them of their ticklish encounter with a Parasite on a beach, and of their long trek through the forest. Duran Duran was keen to hear about the many sexual perils they endured in traveling through the forest. He drank in every detail. His guards were secretly ogling the women from beneath their darkened visors. Duran Duran, however, made no secret of it. He let his eyes play over their bodies, even as his mind processed every scrap of information they gave him. He admired Donna’s willowy figure, her long red hair; Rachel’s voluptuous figure, her raven-black hair; Meaghan’s trim athletic build, her blonde hair. He eyed their ample breasts, their taut waists, their smooth, round hips, their shapely legs. A plan was forming in his head. A diabolical, delicious plan.
As Donna finished her narrative, Duran Duran stood at the balcony, looking out over his city.
“Astonishing,” he whispered. He turned back to them. “Astonishing. You three made it through the forest. Many have entered the forest, never to be seen again. The few who have made it through were broken, spent shells of humans. But you three...” his voice trailed off. Yes, he thought, he definitely needed to know more. He snapped his fingers. The guards approached the Sirens. Without a word, Duran Duran swept past them, back into the corridor. The guards prodded the Sirens to follow. They followed him further into the building. The building, it turned out, was built into the side of a mountain. The mountain was volcanic, but it was child’s play for Duran Duran to create a series of devices that would bleed off the pressure, preventing an eruption. Those same devices provided more than enough power for the building, and the surrounding city, which spread out from the mountain in a large semicircle. Narud’s outer borders were along the edge of the forest. Around the mountain, and behind it, the rest of the land stretched on.
Finally, Duran Duran led the three women into a vast chamber. The three gasped as they entered. The room was filled with men and women. Men and women in various stages of undress. Men and women kissing, fondling, fucking, licking. Men grunted. Women groaned and cried out. Sounds of flesh slapping, giggling, groaning, squealing, filled the chamber. It was an orgy. Duran Duran clapped his hands, and the activity ceased. Every person froze.
“OUT!!!!” he shouted. In seconds, the chamber was empty.
“My apologies, ladies. Sometimes this chamber is used for...recreational activities. But I do not want us to be disturbed.”
“What the hell...” Meaghan whispered. But a sharp prod from the guard behind her silenced her, and kept her moving forward. The chamber was cylindrical in shape. The walls were bare and smooth, running roughly twenty feet high. The ceiling was domed. There were numerous pads and cushions left on the floor. Duran Duran walked over to a spot on the bare wall, and pressed it. A panel rotated into place. He pressed a few buttons, and the room began to shift. Wall panels slid aside, rotated, platforms rose from the floor, devices dropped from the ceiling. Four devices in particular were prominent in the center of the chamber. One was a wide, clear cylinder which dropped to the floor. It ran from floor to ceiling, and had chains dangling from the ceiling. Lining the walls of this large tube were numerous long metal arms. Another device rose into place. It vaguely resembled a table. It was a small, “I” shaped cushioned surface, supported by sturdy metal struts. Suspended underneath this strange table was a padded sling, like a small hammock. As it clicked into place, a number of small, padded squares extended from the machine. The third machine slid out from the wall towards the group. This one resembled a sawhorse with a black, cylindrical object straddling the support struts. On either side of the cylinder were two wide, flat, padded platforms with padded straps running along them. Dangling ominously from above this machine were a pair of padded cuffs suspended from a metal bar. Finally, the last machine appeared. This one was the most elaborate of the four. It rose out of the floor, dead center of the room. It was an oval-shaped device, set on a slight incline. At the base of the machine was an elaborate looking keyboard. This keyboard gave way to what appeared to be a series of arms lining the front of the machine. Running along either side were a series of cables. Donna noticed a pair of padded cuffs at the top of the machine. She had no doubts now about what they were in for.
The machines settled into place, and Duran Duran turned to them.
“Well, ladies. Welcome,” he gestured grandly. “Welcome to my Pleasure Dome.” He began circling the Sirens, like a predator sizing up his prey.
“You realize that what you’ve done is impossible. No one has managed to get through the forest.”
“We did,” Rachel said proudly.
“Yes, you did,” Duran Duran nodded in agreement, the smile returning to his face. “And now it’s time to find out just how you managed to do that.”
“And how exactly do we do that?” Donna asked. She already knew the answer. Duran Duran merely smiled. He gestured Meaghan towards the cylinder on struts, Rachel towards the table, and Donna towards the oval object. The Sirens hesitated. The guards closed in on them. Glancing one more time at her friends, Rachel sighed and lay down on the table. Two guards pulled her arms up above her head. They positioned the squares under her wrists and elbows, and pulled straps out, firmly securing her. Straps were pulled over her torso just beneath her ample breasts, and above her hips. Finally, they spread her legs, strapping down her ankles and just below her knees. She could barely move. Meaghan, meanwhile, was led over to the cylinder. She climbed onto it, straddling it in a kneeling position. The surface of the cylinder was a few inches below her crotch. The two guards flanking her strapped her legs down. Then, one of the guards lowered the dangling cuffs. The other secured them tight around her wrists, then they were cranked up, pulling her arms above her head. She found she could only wriggle a few centimeters. It reminded her of a sybian, a sexual stimulation device, and it was eerily similar to a machine that some Cult agents had once used to torment her. Donna’s two guards led her to the oval shaped device. They had her climb into the machine, feet first. She sank in until her feet hit small platforms. Her upper chest, shoulders and head were visible, the rest of her body was covered by the strange arms on the machine. They strapped her wrists into place above her head, and she felt padded restraints close over her ankles. Then, the platforms supporting her feet retracted. She was trapped inside the machine.
“Now my dears,” Duran Duran’s voice sounded in the room. The Sirens glanced around as best they could, but he was nowhere to be seen. They did notice a series of half-globes had emerged from the ceiling. They reminded Donna of security cameras in shopping centers.
Duran Duran re-entered the room. He strode over to Rachel, checking to make sure she was tightly strapped down.
“This is the Teasing Table. I think you’ll soon understand its...charm.” He smiled a cold smile, and walked over to Meaghan.
“I think you’ll enjoy the Sybian, my dear,” he said as he tightened her leg straps. “It has a few surprises.” Then he strode over to Donna, trapped in the oval device.
“My favorite,” he said softly. “The Excessive Machine. Comfy?” He seated himself at the keyboard at the base of the machine. Donna looked around nervously. Her breathing had deepened. She hated to admit it, but she was quickly becoming aroused. She was naked and strapped down, helpless. She had always found bondage to be a turn on. And for the last few years, being bound was always the prelude to intense sexual pleasure, either at the hands of the Cult or the tentacles of the Pleasure Parasites. She found her body anticipating the pleasure. It didn’t help that the tingling she experienced in her body ever since her sexual enhancement by the Pleasure Parasites was more intense than ever. She was craving sexual stimulation, and she was certain she would soon have all she could want. Rachel and Meaghan were experiencing similar feelings. From the way their chests were heaving, it was clear they were both charged with arousal.
“Begin,” Duran Duran announced. The Excessive Machine thrummed with power. Donna gasped. Nothing had happened, but she was so keyed up, so horny, that just the machine powering up mad her quiver. The anticipation was driving her crazy.
The cylinder beneath Meaghan’s groin lowered, and small panels opened on the front and back ends of it. Four robotic arms extended small, pen-shaped objects. The objects had four, three inch long tendril-like projections dangling from them. Similar arms poked out from underneath the table Rachel was strapped to. Suddenly, the tendrils stiffened, and began twitching. They drew closer to Rachel’s body. One hovered over each breast, while two more moved down to her feet. Rachel bit her lip and began squirming vainly. She could practically feel them on her tender flesh. Meaghan’s field of vision was more limited because her raised arms got in the way, but she was aware of two of the devices approaching her underarms. She couldn’t see the other two, but she had the distinct feeling that they were hovering over her feet. She gasped; they did not touch her, but she could feel them nonetheless. She bit her lip, scrunched her eyes shut, giggled softly, and repeated “they’re not touching, they’re not touching” over and over in her mind. The Excessive Machine also produced two of the strange devices, which quickly moved to just above her elbows. Donna struggled to control her breathing. She wasn’t having much success. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him about the tickling, she thought to herself.
“Now, you learn the wisdom, and delights, of the Lash!” he announced. All at once, the tendrils struck.
“ AAAAHHHHHHHHAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“EEEEEEEEEKKKKEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEE!”
“OH NO PLEEEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!”
The tendrils, the Lashes, moved uncannily like a Pleasure Parasite’s tentacles. They twitched and teased, stroking the Sirens’ sensitive bodies. Donna, Meaghan, and Rachel were assaulted by intense tickling sensations. The Lashes teased Rachel’s ample breasts, skittering around them. One tendril would tease her stiffened pink nipples while the others stroked around, heading for her smooth underarms. At the same time, her feet were teased and tickled. She could swear she saw little electric shocks strobing out from the tips of the tendrils, but she wasn’t sure. Meaghan was sure.
The Lashes attacked her bare underarms and her calves. Her head dropped for a second before she threw it back to laugh, tossing her golden hair over her shoulders. She noticed small sparks strobing over her skin. But there was no pain. Just intense tickling. She tried wriggling away, but was strapped too tightly. She could barely swivel her torso to try to shake them off. The restraint made it tickle all the more. And that was very arousing to her. It had always been a turn on to her to be tickled, but to be tickled and be completely unable to stop it or escape was maddening and so exciting to her. The Lashes teased and danced over her fair skin, which was now flushing pink as she squealed with laughter.
Donna was the most surprised of the three. She had seen the Lashes approaching her underarms. But she was unaware, deep in the Excessive Machine, of more Lashes moving towards her feet. She strained and writhed, her breasts bouncing with her giggles, but to no avail. She was held fast in the Excessive Machine. Then, the Lashes struck her feet as well.
“OH NO HO-HO-HO-HO! PLEASE NOT MY FEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!”
Duran Duran drank it all in with glee. He had spent many years devising such exquisite tortures. Some induced pleasure, some induced pain, some tickled, some itched. Indeed, many times, he had tickled his victims, but he had never seen three such sensitive women in all his life. Even the accursed Barbarella had not been so sensitive. He was eager to see how they handled more direct sexual stimulation. But he could tell they were already highly aroused. Once he had actually seen a woman tickled to orgasm. No other simulation had been applied, she had been merely tickled, but she orgasmed nevertheless. Duran Duran decided to see if these three so-called Sirens would do the same. He raised the power to the Lashes slightly.
The result was instantaneous. The intensity of the tickling suddenly spiked. Meaghan shrieked, Donna squealed, and Rachel whimpered. The tendrils themselves did not tickle so much as it was the sparks he strobed out of them. Duran Duran had discovered a long time ago a certain kind of static charge that could stimulate nerve endings with astounding intensity, and leave no mark. He learned how to control this energy with incredible precision. He could cause excruciating pain, or exquisite pleasure. He designed his Lashes to deliver either, depending on his whims. He had also used this technology in the Excessive Machine, as Donna would soon discover. Now, however, he used the light static charges to tickle his captives. And it was time to step up the attack.
More Lashes emerged. Rachel felt her body shift. The pads she was strapped to were moving, shifting her position. Her legs were pulled back, and bent at the knee. Her legs were spread wider, her knees almost even with her jiggling breasts. Her arms were pulled back, and her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her brow. Her crotch glistened with her honey as her excitement mounted. Her sensitive clit stood out proudly, welcoming attention. Four more Lashes appeared, and joined in tickling her body. Two of them teased and stroked her ribs and belly, even as the other two focused on her tits and underarms. And two more began skittering up and down her thighs. The danced ever closer to her pink labia, but never quite reached it. But Rachel squealed in delight and alarm as she felt the teasing of her upper, inner thigh. Duran Duran dialed up the intensity to the Lashes again, and Rachel began wriggling desperately, but helplessly. She bucked her hips, but couldn’t escape the tendrils assaulting her pussy. She pulled mightily, but couldn’t draw her arms down. She shook and wriggled, but couldn’t free her breasts, her underarms, or her ribs of the tormenting Lashes. But she did feel a pressure building up in her groin.
Meaghan rocked and pulled. The Lashes teased and tickled her feet and her underarms. Now four more Lashes joined the fray. Two moved into place, and began to tease her breasts and nipples. One Lash attacked her ribs, and one her ass. Then a seventh Lash emerged to assault her pussy. Tendril sparks teased the smooth, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. One Lash actually reached down, and lightly teased her frenum, the small patch between her pussy and her puckered anus. Meaghan screamed in response, trying vainly to pull her hips away. This was an exquisite torture for her. She was the most ticklish of the three. Her legs quivered, her breasts bounced as she squealed and giggled. When the intensity increased again, she thought she might pass out. She felt a pressure building inside her that she knew would soon explode. It was unbearable, but inescapable.
Donna gasped for air, her skin flushing almost red. Tears streamed down her face. The Lashes skittered up and down her arms, moving across sensitive skin from her elbows to her underarms, teasing just outside the swell of her jiggling breasts. They teased her feet, her toes, her arches. Now, she was dimly aware through the tickling haze of the machine powering up. Duran Duran stroked the keys almost lovingly. The arms began to undulate.
“ OH MY GOD!!! OOOOHHHH-HO-HO-HO-HO!”
Donna tensed in the machine, a surge of intense pleasure coursing through her. The tickling continued unabated. Sweat poured down her body. The surge of pleasure faded, leaving her gasping between giggles. Then, she felt more tickling sensations ripple over her body. She wriggled helplessly, assaulted by these new sensations. A thin film of special polymers was under the arms. The arms generated more of the static charges. The charges were diffused by the film, and directed into her body. Sensitive sensors were able to detect the most vulnerable areas, and directed the charges there. Duran Duran’s playing modulated the speed and intensity of the charges. Now he dialed he intensity down. It was his accustomed method of playing the Excessive Machine; an intense burst of pleasure, easing back the power so a gentle tickle is generated, then the power, and the pleasure, builds. Duran Duran kept the power down, allowing the tickling of the machine to join the Lashes still assaulting Donna’s helpless body. She strained and pulled at her bonds. Stretched out inside the machine as she was, she couldn’t pull away from the arms at all. She could barely wiggle from side to side, and that did no good. There was no escape from the maddening, wonderful tickling. And she felt the pressure build deep inside her.
Their laughter echoed off the walls. The guards watched mutely, all six of them growing more aroused. Each man was now nursing serious fantasies. Duran Duran dialed the intensity up another notch. The Sirens’ shrieked and squealed, laughing uncontrollable. Meaghan’s nipples were stiff and swollen, feeling as if they would burst. Rachel’s groin throbbed in frustrated desire. Donna felt as if she would burst. On and on the tickling went; merciless, unrelenting, intensifying. They whimpered and pleaded, giggled and squealed. And the pressure built.
It built slowly, torturously. Each woman was now desperate for some relief. Duran Duran dialed up the intensity up another two notches. He still had ten more to go on the Lashes’ pleasure settings. The Sirens wailed and screamed with laughter. It was pure torture. And the pressure built. It built to a fever pitch. It burned deep inside them. It increased and increased, and it felt as if it would ever stop.
“OOOHHHHH PLEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! OOOOOHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!”
Meaghan tensed, quivered, and the climax exploded out of her. Her nectar gushed out, coating the cylinder beneath her. The glow of the Rapture burst out, shining brightly.
“AAAAHHHHA-HA-HA-HA-AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!! YESSSSS!!! YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!”
Rachel’s back arched, she threw her head back, and let the ecstacy thunder through her. Her pussy gushed, and the Rapture’s glow followed.
“PLE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEEASE!!! OOOOHHHHH NO! OH YES! OH NO! OH GOD!”
Trapped inside the Excessive Machine, Donna strained, her body bursting with rapture. She shook with release, her crotch spurting with her honey. Her body glowed bright white as the Rapture claimed her. For long minutes, the Sirens strained as the came, their cries mingling in the air, a symphony of orgasmic bliss. Finally, they slumped back, spent, gasping, heaving. For a full minute, Duran Duran allowed them to rest. He studied the sensor information streaming across a screen beside the Excessive Machine’s keyboard. He stood up, and gestured at the guards.
“Bring in the collectors.”
The guards scurried out, returning in seconds with several clear cylinders, almost like fluorescent light bulbs. The snapped them into outlets near each machine, turning them into place with a snap. Duran Duran swept from the room. He entered a control room, and strode over to the banks of controls beneath a series of screens. The screens were filled with sensor readings and video images of the Sirens. He reached for a particular bank of keys. It was time to take it to the next step.
“ AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Donna tensed and cried out as unexpected, intense pleasure surged into her. The Excessive Machine roared back to life. But the gentle tickle - which to Donna’s hypersensitive body had been unbearable - gave way to powerful ripples of pleasure as the arms undulated over her. The Lashes continued to lightly tease and tickle her feet and underarms. She squirmed and whimpered helplessly as this new ecstacy took her.
Duran Duran toggled switches in the control room. Sensors recorded and streamed data across the screens. He ignored it. He would examine it all later. He reached for another bank of keys. The Sybian’s main cylinder rose under Meaghan’s crotch. Two small panels slid open, and a pair of dildos emerged; one larger than the other. The larger phallus was a large, studded dildo. Unbeknownst to Meaghan, the studs were designed to vibrate slightly, and could project out from the dildo a few centimeters. There were small nubs at the base of the phallus meant to stimulate her clitoris with powerful vibrations. Meaghan couldn’t see any of this however. She could only listen as the Sybian rose, and could only gasp in surprise when she felt the tips of the dildos press against her pussy and anus. Instinctively, Meaghan relaxed her muscles, and the dildos, which were lubricated, slid easily inside her body. Meaghan groaned and arched her back, the muscles in her stomach tensing. After the tickling and the orgasm, her body was tingling worse than ever, craving more sexual stimulation, and dreading its intensity at the same time. The dildos slid fully into her body. Meaghan waited for what must happen next, her chest heaving.
Duran Duran toggled yet another bank of keys. A black box rose from the floor towards Rachel’s still-wet pussy. The top slid back. A number of mechanical tentacles - wiry, strong servo-motors covered with a flesh-like poly skin - rose up. They were dripping with lubricant. There were long thick tentacles, and shorter, thinner tentacles. They twitched as they approached Rachel’s exposed vagina. Two of the longer ones wrapped around Rachel’s upper thighs, further securing her. Another long, thick tentacle eased forward. Gently, it began to rub Rachel’s moist, pink labia. She moaned, rocking her hips gently. Pleasure throbbed though her. Her chest heaved, and the Lashes moved closer to her breasts and teased her stiff pink nipples. The tentacle slid deep into her pussy, and Rachel responded with a long, deep groan. The tips of the tendrils wrapped around her thighs gingerly stroked the outer lips of her spread labia. A smaller tendril snaked down, and began to lightly stroke her frenum. Rachel giggled, gasping as the tentacle started slowly to pump in and out of her. She arched her back, feeling the pleasure course through her.
In the control room, Duran Duran slowly worked up the intensity. He eased up the power to the Excessive Machine. Donna writhed uncontrollably. Her gasps were mingled with giggles as the Lashes continued to tickle her. Waves of pleasure washed over her in time to the undulating arms. Dimly, she was aware of a vibration near her groin. Duran Duran had activated the next device hidden in the Excessive Machine, the device that could deliver enough pleasure to actually kill. The device, shaped to fit a woman’s crotch rose into place. A small receiver atop the device collected the static charges, and directed them at the victim. Twin beams stabbed out; a wider beam which enveloped and stimulated Donna’s pussy, and a narrower, more focused beam which was directed at her swollen, throbbing clitoris.
“OOHH!! OOOOOOHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Donna tensed. She clenched her fists, curled her toes, and screamed. A powerful orgasm thundered through her. Her pussy gushed as she came. She shuddered, lost in the climax. Her body began to glow with the Rapture. As the glow increased, the strange cylinders attached to the Excessive Machine began to fill with a swirling, glowing substance. Duran Duran eased the power up a bit and increased the Machine’s tempo. Donna responded immediately, launching into another orgasm. She squealed and trembled, caught in an orgasmic tidal wave of pleasure. Through it all, she felt the Lashes tickling her, and that served only to intensify the orgasm. He brought the power up another notch, launching Donna into another plateau of pleasure. The Rapture glowed bright, and the cylinders slowly filled with the strange substance.
Duran Duran turned back to Rachel. He increased the speed of the tentacle that was slowly pumping her pussy. Rachel responded with a long orgasm. When it faded, another, smaller tentacle slid into her ass. She gasped in surprise, and felt a new wave of pleasure throb through her. The tentacles set up a steady, alternating rhythm of thrusts. Meanwhile, the Lashes nearest her breasts wrapped themselves around her stiff nipples. They rhythmically squeezed them, static charges strobing across them. Rachel yelped in surprise, her eyes flying wide open.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!! OHHHH YESSSSSSSSS!!!!”
Rachel gasped and shook with release. The orgasm was long and intense. Her pussy spasmed and gushed, shooting fluid out from around the tentacle stuffed inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Finally, after nearly a minute, the orgasm faded. She gasped for breath, sweating and panting. Then, with no warning, the tempo increased. The tip of a tentacle reached down, and began lightly stroking her glistening clit. Within seconds, the orgasm claimed her again. Rachel’s body began to glow with the Rapture, and, as with Donna, the cylinders surrounding her began to fill with the white, swirling substance.
Meaghan, all this time, had been left waiting. She had seen the intensity of Donna’s and Rachel’s sexual ordeals increase. Her own anticipation was increasing, because she knew it was only a matter of time before attention was returned to her. She quivered and whimpered, hovering on the edge of stimulation. The Lashes had stopped stimulating her, but hovered, waiting. She felt the two phalluses buried deep inside her. Duran Duran reached over to the controls. He had wanted to build her tension up. Now he was ready to unleash it. All at once it happened.
“OOOHHHHH!!!! OOOH MY GOD! AAAAAAAHHHNNNNNNNN!”
The Lashes attacked, teasing and tickling her on her feet and underarms, squeezing her nipples. The phalluses began a low, gentle vibration. Meaghan came almost instantly. The orgasm was quick, but intense. The Rapture’s glow appeared. The phalluses began to increase in speed, and rotated ever so slightly.
“EEEEEEEEEP! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Meaghan climaxed again, her pussy flowing with her honey. Her body tensed as the orgasms began their usual quick fire through her. One, two, three, four, five more before they stopped, only to pulse through her again in a few seconds. Duran Duran eased up the speed of the Sybian’s dildos, and dialed up the intensity of the Lashes. He toggled a control, and the nubs lining the vaginal dildo began to buzz at another, faster rate. They began to project out from the main shaft in a wave like pattern. Meaghan threw her head back and squealed. The studs pressed against her g-spots, causing surges of orgasmic pleasure. After another five orgasms, Duran Duran activated the final component. The nubs at the base of the vaginal dildo began to vibrate directly against Meaghan’s swollen clit.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Inexpressible, unbearable ecstacy flooded through the Sirens’ bodies. They writhed and wriggled, tensed and shook with release time and time again. Their bodies dripped with sweat, their pussies gushed with each orgasm. The room echoed with the grinding of gears, and the cries of the Sirens. The Rapture light filled the room, and was siphoned into the strange cylinders. With growing disbelief, Duran Duran dialed up the speed and intensity of his machines. The Sirens squealed, groaned, whimpered, and cried out in response, helpless before the onslaught of pleasure. But they continued to endure it.
Finally, the cylinders were full. Duran Duran consulted the data stream flooding one of his consoles. He could not hide the surprise on his face. He eased back the intensity slowly, letting the machines cycle down. He called in the guard captain.
“Get more collectors in place now. Then, rotate them.” The guard captain stared at him, incredulity written all over his face.
“Sir, are you sure? I mean...” Duran Duran cut him off.
“Just do it!”
“Yes sir.”
The machines finally powered down. The Sirens each slumped back, panting and exhausted. The guards entered the room. A few collected the full cylinders onto a metal cart. They replaced them with empty, clear cylinders. The others unstrapped the Sirens, then carried them to a different machine. Rachel was lowered and strapped into the Excessive Machine. Donna was placed onto the Sybian, her arms stretched over her head. Meaghan was strapped down onto the Teasing Table. The guards scurried out of the room. Within seconds, the machines again roared to life.
Rachel groaned as the Excessive Machine played over her body. The clitoral stimulator clicked into place, strobing beams across her pussy and clit. Her long, sustained orgasms resumed, and the cylinders grew full again. Donna felt the Sybian’s phalluses slide into her. As they began to vibrate, rotate, and pulse, and as the nubs buzzed against her clit, her body was consumed by tidal waves of ecstacy. Powerful orgasms that built in intensity crashed through her. The Rapture glowed, filling the cylinders. Meaghan writhed as the Teasing Table’s tentacles thrust into and out of her pussy and ass. Her climaxes surged through her again and again as the tips of the tendrils teased her frenum and clitoris. The Rapture claimed her, and her cylinders grew full.
After this second, long sexual torture, the cylinders were filled. Duran Duran again ordered the cylinders replaced, and again ordered the Siren’s rotated. Now, Donna was strapped to the Teasing Table, Rachel placed on the Sybian, and Meaghan lowered into the Excessive Machine. They endured another long, intense session in the machines. And again, they filled the cylinders with the strange, swirling substance. As the machines powered down, Duran Duran ordered the guard captain, to remove them from the machines.
“I think they could go longer, but I have the data I need. We’ll let them rest. For now, anyway.”
“Sir,” the captain began. Duran Duran turned to face him. He could read the man’s intent plainly.
“Don’t worry, captain. Your men will get what they want soon enough.” Duran Duran and the guard captain left the control room. They returned to the Pleasure Dome, as Duran Duran liked to call it. The Sirens had been unstrapped from their restraints. The three of them had finally passed out from the sheer exertion.
“Get them cleaned up, and take them to the guest quarters. I want guards posted at all times. They are NOT to be touched until I say, understood?”
The guards saluted, and carried the Sirens out of the room. Duran Duran swept out after them.
THE END
THE MACHINES
by Wingman
Author’s note: This story refers partly to two other stories I’ve written. They’re titled Barbarella’s Rapture: Return to the Excessive Machine, and are based on the 1968 movie starring Jane Fonda. They can be found on the Grey Archive, in the sci-fi section.
Also, the description of the Lashes is based on objects found in the artwork of Tklfynd (whose work can be seen on the website www.ticklingforum.com). In a couple of his pictures he draws dermal stimulators, and I used these as the models for the Lashes Duran Duran employs later in the story, with his kind permission. Thanks, Fynd!
Donna’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She stretched and yawned, feeling rested. Her vision focused. She saw her friends Meaghan and Rachel lying next to her. She found she was lying on soft cushions, with some sort of silk-like sheet draped over her. She sat up. She gasped, and instinctively clutched the sheet to her breasts. Standing, towering, over her were two tall, well-muscled men wearing brown armor. Each of them had a rifle slung over their shoulders.
“Wh-who are you guys?” Rachel and Meaghan stirred at the sound of Donna’s voice. Soon, they too were bolt upright, surprised at their surroundings. The last they knew, they had bedded down at the edge of a forest. Where were they now?
“We are your saviors, my dear,” said a smooth voice. The two armored guards stepped aside. A man entered the room. He was short and thin. His hair was brilliant white, his face lined with age. He was dressed in flowing black robes. He radiated authority. His eyes were bright and alert. And they were alive with excitement at this moment.
“My men found you three unconscious at the edge of the forest. They brought you here. You’ve been asleep for the better part of 24 hours.” As he spoke, his eyes traveled over their bodies. He noticed their trim bodies; full, firm breasts. Plans began forming in his mind. He gestured to someone outside the room.
Two more guards walked in, carrying trays of some kind of food. Donna couldn’t identify the dish placed in front of her, but it looked like some sort of steak, and it smelled delicious. Donna was aware that she hadn’t eaten in quite a while. Funnily enough, she didn’t feel terribly hungry. She would later learn that neither Rachel nor Meaghan felt hungry either. However, the three women tasted the meat. It tasted as good as it smelled, and the three had soon devoured their meals. After they had finished, their host spoke up again.
“Feeling better, my dears?” His smile seemed polite, but Donna noticed that it did not quite reach his eyes. A chill ran down her spine. What were they in for now?
“Yes, thank you very much,” Donna replied, keeping her alarm to herself. After all, she and the others were stark naked and surrounded by armored men with weapons. There wasn’t much they could do about her concerns.
“Where are we?” asked Rachel.
“The city of Narud,” he replied proudly.
“And who exactly are you?” Meaghan asked.
“Ah, forgive me ladies. We don’t often get visitors, and my manners are not what they should be. I am Duran Duran. I am the ruler of Narud.”
“Can’t say we’ve ever heard of Narud,” Donna said. In reply, Duran Duran gestured to the doorway.
“Allow me to show you.” The three women stood, nude, and exited the room. The guards, joined by two more to make an escort of six, followed closely as Duran Duran led them down the hall. They followed several corridors, finally emerging onto a balcony overlooking the city. The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon. Below them, stretching out around and out behind the building they were in were a series of low-lying structures. Donna fancied she could make out residential-type dwellings, buildings used for commerce and trade, even schools.
“I founded Narud. It is the largest city on Amatos.”
“Amatos?” Meaghan asked.
“The world we’re on,” Duran Duran paused, remembering how he had come here. He had been a scientist on Earth in the 40th century. He had invented a powerful and terrible weapon, the Positronic Ray. Realizing peaceful Earth would have no use for such a device, he disappeared into uncharted regions of space. But not long after, an astro-navigatrix named Barbarella had followed him to the planet Tau Ceti. Barbarella had interfered with Duran Duran seizing power, forcing him to flee. Believed dead, he plotted his revenge over three years. Finally, he had captured Barbarella again, and tortured her in his favorite creation, a machine capable of intense sexual stimulation, the Excessive Machine. He had attempted to break her spirit with sexual torture, but she again turned the tables on him, turning his own weapon on him. Duran Duran fell through a tunnel of time, landing just outside a small city. He quickly seized power, renamed the city Narud, and had lived like a king ever since. Now, fate had delivered to him three women who appeared to be from Earth into his lap. Snapping out of his reverie, he looked at his guests quizzically. Something suddenly occurred to him.
“You’re not from this world, are you?” The looks on their faces told him everything. “You three come from somewhere else.” The three women exchanged glances.
“Earth,” said Rachel. “We come from Earth.” Duran Duran turned to face them. A smile spread across his face. Again, Donna noticed, it did not reach his eyes.
“Well, well,” he said smoothly. “It appears we have something in common. Tell me more.” The three remained silent, growing more uneasy. With a glance, the guards closed in around them.
“I insist,” Duran Duran said. Seeing no other choice, and no point in lying, Donna began to tell Duran Duran everything. She explained that the three of them were Sirens, agents of the Enclave, a secret organization dedicated to saving the world form the Cult, another secret organization. She explained about the way the two groups used tantric magic - magic based in sex - to wage their battles. She explained about the Pleasure Parasites, and the deal they had struck with the Cult. She told him of how the three of them were charged with keeping the Pleasure Parasites from breaking into Earth’s dimension by allowing them to sexually stimulate them and feed off their pleasure, preventing them from fully attuning to Earth’s dimensional plane. She told them of how the three had been somehow altered during their last Earthly encounter with the Pleasure Parasites, and how they were now apparently hyper sexually sensitive. She told them of their ticklish encounter with a Parasite on a beach, and of their long trek through the forest. Duran Duran was keen to hear about the many sexual perils they endured in traveling through the forest. He drank in every detail. His guards were secretly ogling the women from beneath their darkened visors. Duran Duran, however, made no secret of it. He let his eyes play over their bodies, even as his mind processed every scrap of information they gave him. He admired Donna’s willowy figure, her long red hair; Rachel’s voluptuous figure, her raven-black hair; Meaghan’s trim athletic build, her blonde hair. He eyed their ample breasts, their taut waists, their smooth, round hips, their shapely legs. A plan was forming in his head. A diabolical, delicious plan.
As Donna finished her narrative, Duran Duran stood at the balcony, looking out over his city.
“Astonishing,” he whispered. He turned back to them. “Astonishing. You three made it through the forest. Many have entered the forest, never to be seen again. The few who have made it through were broken, spent shells of humans. But you three...” his voice trailed off. Yes, he thought, he definitely needed to know more. He snapped his fingers. The guards approached the Sirens. Without a word, Duran Duran swept past them, back into the corridor. The guards prodded the Sirens to follow. They followed him further into the building. The building, it turned out, was built into the side of a mountain. The mountain was volcanic, but it was child’s play for Duran Duran to create a series of devices that would bleed off the pressure, preventing an eruption. Those same devices provided more than enough power for the building, and the surrounding city, which spread out from the mountain in a large semicircle. Narud’s outer borders were along the edge of the forest. Around the mountain, and behind it, the rest of the land stretched on.
Finally, Duran Duran led the three women into a vast chamber. The three gasped as they entered. The room was filled with men and women. Men and women in various stages of undress. Men and women kissing, fondling, fucking, licking. Men grunted. Women groaned and cried out. Sounds of flesh slapping, giggling, groaning, squealing, filled the chamber. It was an orgy. Duran Duran clapped his hands, and the activity ceased. Every person froze.
“OUT!!!!” he shouted. In seconds, the chamber was empty.
“My apologies, ladies. Sometimes this chamber is used for...recreational activities. But I do not want us to be disturbed.”
“What the hell...” Meaghan whispered. But a sharp prod from the guard behind her silenced her, and kept her moving forward. The chamber was cylindrical in shape. The walls were bare and smooth, running roughly twenty feet high. The ceiling was domed. There were numerous pads and cushions left on the floor. Duran Duran walked over to a spot on the bare wall, and pressed it. A panel rotated into place. He pressed a few buttons, and the room began to shift. Wall panels slid aside, rotated, platforms rose from the floor, devices dropped from the ceiling. Four devices in particular were prominent in the center of the chamber. One was a wide, clear cylinder which dropped to the floor. It ran from floor to ceiling, and had chains dangling from the ceiling. Lining the walls of this large tube were numerous long metal arms. Another device rose into place. It vaguely resembled a table. It was a small, “I” shaped cushioned surface, supported by sturdy metal struts. Suspended underneath this strange table was a padded sling, like a small hammock. As it clicked into place, a number of small, padded squares extended from the machine. The third machine slid out from the wall towards the group. This one resembled a sawhorse with a black, cylindrical object straddling the support struts. On either side of the cylinder were two wide, flat, padded platforms with padded straps running along them. Dangling ominously from above this machine were a pair of padded cuffs suspended from a metal bar. Finally, the last machine appeared. This one was the most elaborate of the four. It rose out of the floor, dead center of the room. It was an oval-shaped device, set on a slight incline. At the base of the machine was an elaborate looking keyboard. This keyboard gave way to what appeared to be a series of arms lining the front of the machine. Running along either side were a series of cables. Donna noticed a pair of padded cuffs at the top of the machine. She had no doubts now about what they were in for.
The machines settled into place, and Duran Duran turned to them.
“Well, ladies. Welcome,” he gestured grandly. “Welcome to my Pleasure Dome.” He began circling the Sirens, like a predator sizing up his prey.
“You realize that what you’ve done is impossible. No one has managed to get through the forest.”
“We did,” Rachel said proudly.
“Yes, you did,” Duran Duran nodded in agreement, the smile returning to his face. “And now it’s time to find out just how you managed to do that.”
“And how exactly do we do that?” Donna asked. She already knew the answer. Duran Duran merely smiled. He gestured Meaghan towards the cylinder on struts, Rachel towards the table, and Donna towards the oval object. The Sirens hesitated. The guards closed in on them. Glancing one more time at her friends, Rachel sighed and lay down on the table. Two guards pulled her arms up above her head. They positioned the squares under her wrists and elbows, and pulled straps out, firmly securing her. Straps were pulled over her torso just beneath her ample breasts, and above her hips. Finally, they spread her legs, strapping down her ankles and just below her knees. She could barely move. Meaghan, meanwhile, was led over to the cylinder. She climbed onto it, straddling it in a kneeling position. The surface of the cylinder was a few inches below her crotch. The two guards flanking her strapped her legs down. Then, one of the guards lowered the dangling cuffs. The other secured them tight around her wrists, then they were cranked up, pulling her arms above her head. She found she could only wriggle a few centimeters. It reminded her of a sybian, a sexual stimulation device, and it was eerily similar to a machine that some Cult agents had once used to torment her. Donna’s two guards led her to the oval shaped device. They had her climb into the machine, feet first. She sank in until her feet hit small platforms. Her upper chest, shoulders and head were visible, the rest of her body was covered by the strange arms on the machine. They strapped her wrists into place above her head, and she felt padded restraints close over her ankles. Then, the platforms supporting her feet retracted. She was trapped inside the machine.
“Now my dears,” Duran Duran’s voice sounded in the room. The Sirens glanced around as best they could, but he was nowhere to be seen. They did notice a series of half-globes had emerged from the ceiling. They reminded Donna of security cameras in shopping centers.
Duran Duran re-entered the room. He strode over to Rachel, checking to make sure she was tightly strapped down.
“This is the Teasing Table. I think you’ll soon understand its...charm.” He smiled a cold smile, and walked over to Meaghan.
“I think you’ll enjoy the Sybian, my dear,” he said as he tightened her leg straps. “It has a few surprises.” Then he strode over to Donna, trapped in the oval device.
“My favorite,” he said softly. “The Excessive Machine. Comfy?” He seated himself at the keyboard at the base of the machine. Donna looked around nervously. Her breathing had deepened. She hated to admit it, but she was quickly becoming aroused. She was naked and strapped down, helpless. She had always found bondage to be a turn on. And for the last few years, being bound was always the prelude to intense sexual pleasure, either at the hands of the Cult or the tentacles of the Pleasure Parasites. She found her body anticipating the pleasure. It didn’t help that the tingling she experienced in her body ever since her sexual enhancement by the Pleasure Parasites was more intense than ever. She was craving sexual stimulation, and she was certain she would soon have all she could want. Rachel and Meaghan were experiencing similar feelings. From the way their chests were heaving, it was clear they were both charged with arousal.
“Begin,” Duran Duran announced. The Excessive Machine thrummed with power. Donna gasped. Nothing had happened, but she was so keyed up, so horny, that just the machine powering up mad her quiver. The anticipation was driving her crazy.
The cylinder beneath Meaghan’s groin lowered, and small panels opened on the front and back ends of it. Four robotic arms extended small, pen-shaped objects. The objects had four, three inch long tendril-like projections dangling from them. Similar arms poked out from underneath the table Rachel was strapped to. Suddenly, the tendrils stiffened, and began twitching. They drew closer to Rachel’s body. One hovered over each breast, while two more moved down to her feet. Rachel bit her lip and began squirming vainly. She could practically feel them on her tender flesh. Meaghan’s field of vision was more limited because her raised arms got in the way, but she was aware of two of the devices approaching her underarms. She couldn’t see the other two, but she had the distinct feeling that they were hovering over her feet. She gasped; they did not touch her, but she could feel them nonetheless. She bit her lip, scrunched her eyes shut, giggled softly, and repeated “they’re not touching, they’re not touching” over and over in her mind. The Excessive Machine also produced two of the strange devices, which quickly moved to just above her elbows. Donna struggled to control her breathing. She wasn’t having much success. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him about the tickling, she thought to herself.
“Now, you learn the wisdom, and delights, of the Lash!” he announced. All at once, the tendrils struck.
“ AAAAHHHHHHHHAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”
“EEEEEEEEEKKKKEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEEEE!”
“OH NO PLEEEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!”
The tendrils, the Lashes, moved uncannily like a Pleasure Parasite’s tentacles. They twitched and teased, stroking the Sirens’ sensitive bodies. Donna, Meaghan, and Rachel were assaulted by intense tickling sensations. The Lashes teased Rachel’s ample breasts, skittering around them. One tendril would tease her stiffened pink nipples while the others stroked around, heading for her smooth underarms. At the same time, her feet were teased and tickled. She could swear she saw little electric shocks strobing out from the tips of the tendrils, but she wasn’t sure. Meaghan was sure.
The Lashes attacked her bare underarms and her calves. Her head dropped for a second before she threw it back to laugh, tossing her golden hair over her shoulders. She noticed small sparks strobing over her skin. But there was no pain. Just intense tickling. She tried wriggling away, but was strapped too tightly. She could barely swivel her torso to try to shake them off. The restraint made it tickle all the more. And that was very arousing to her. It had always been a turn on to her to be tickled, but to be tickled and be completely unable to stop it or escape was maddening and so exciting to her. The Lashes teased and danced over her fair skin, which was now flushing pink as she squealed with laughter.
Donna was the most surprised of the three. She had seen the Lashes approaching her underarms. But she was unaware, deep in the Excessive Machine, of more Lashes moving towards her feet. She strained and writhed, her breasts bouncing with her giggles, but to no avail. She was held fast in the Excessive Machine. Then, the Lashes struck her feet as well.
“OH NO HO-HO-HO-HO! PLEASE NOT MY FEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!”
Duran Duran drank it all in with glee. He had spent many years devising such exquisite tortures. Some induced pleasure, some induced pain, some tickled, some itched. Indeed, many times, he had tickled his victims, but he had never seen three such sensitive women in all his life. Even the accursed Barbarella had not been so sensitive. He was eager to see how they handled more direct sexual stimulation. But he could tell they were already highly aroused. Once he had actually seen a woman tickled to orgasm. No other simulation had been applied, she had been merely tickled, but she orgasmed nevertheless. Duran Duran decided to see if these three so-called Sirens would do the same. He raised the power to the Lashes slightly.
The result was instantaneous. The intensity of the tickling suddenly spiked. Meaghan shrieked, Donna squealed, and Rachel whimpered. The tendrils themselves did not tickle so much as it was the sparks he strobed out of them. Duran Duran had discovered a long time ago a certain kind of static charge that could stimulate nerve endings with astounding intensity, and leave no mark. He learned how to control this energy with incredible precision. He could cause excruciating pain, or exquisite pleasure. He designed his Lashes to deliver either, depending on his whims. He had also used this technology in the Excessive Machine, as Donna would soon discover. Now, however, he used the light static charges to tickle his captives. And it was time to step up the attack.
More Lashes emerged. Rachel felt her body shift. The pads she was strapped to were moving, shifting her position. Her legs were pulled back, and bent at the knee. Her legs were spread wider, her knees almost even with her jiggling breasts. Her arms were pulled back, and her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her brow. Her crotch glistened with her honey as her excitement mounted. Her sensitive clit stood out proudly, welcoming attention. Four more Lashes appeared, and joined in tickling her body. Two of them teased and stroked her ribs and belly, even as the other two focused on her tits and underarms. And two more began skittering up and down her thighs. The danced ever closer to her pink labia, but never quite reached it. But Rachel squealed in delight and alarm as she felt the teasing of her upper, inner thigh. Duran Duran dialed up the intensity to the Lashes again, and Rachel began wriggling desperately, but helplessly. She bucked her hips, but couldn’t escape the tendrils assaulting her pussy. She pulled mightily, but couldn’t draw her arms down. She shook and wriggled, but couldn’t free her breasts, her underarms, or her ribs of the tormenting Lashes. But she did feel a pressure building up in her groin.
Meaghan rocked and pulled. The Lashes teased and tickled her feet and her underarms. Now four more Lashes joined the fray. Two moved into place, and began to tease her breasts and nipples. One Lash attacked her ribs, and one her ass. Then a seventh Lash emerged to assault her pussy. Tendril sparks teased the smooth, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. One Lash actually reached down, and lightly teased her frenum, the small patch between her pussy and her puckered anus. Meaghan screamed in response, trying vainly to pull her hips away. This was an exquisite torture for her. She was the most ticklish of the three. Her legs quivered, her breasts bounced as she squealed and giggled. When the intensity increased again, she thought she might pass out. She felt a pressure building inside her that she knew would soon explode. It was unbearable, but inescapable.
Donna gasped for air, her skin flushing almost red. Tears streamed down her face. The Lashes skittered up and down her arms, moving across sensitive skin from her elbows to her underarms, teasing just outside the swell of her jiggling breasts. They teased her feet, her toes, her arches. Now, she was dimly aware through the tickling haze of the machine powering up. Duran Duran stroked the keys almost lovingly. The arms began to undulate.
“ OH MY GOD!!! OOOOHHHH-HO-HO-HO-HO!”
Donna tensed in the machine, a surge of intense pleasure coursing through her. The tickling continued unabated. Sweat poured down her body. The surge of pleasure faded, leaving her gasping between giggles. Then, she felt more tickling sensations ripple over her body. She wriggled helplessly, assaulted by these new sensations. A thin film of special polymers was under the arms. The arms generated more of the static charges. The charges were diffused by the film, and directed into her body. Sensitive sensors were able to detect the most vulnerable areas, and directed the charges there. Duran Duran’s playing modulated the speed and intensity of the charges. Now he dialed he intensity down. It was his accustomed method of playing the Excessive Machine; an intense burst of pleasure, easing back the power so a gentle tickle is generated, then the power, and the pleasure, builds. Duran Duran kept the power down, allowing the tickling of the machine to join the Lashes still assaulting Donna’s helpless body. She strained and pulled at her bonds. Stretched out inside the machine as she was, she couldn’t pull away from the arms at all. She could barely wiggle from side to side, and that did no good. There was no escape from the maddening, wonderful tickling. And she felt the pressure build deep inside her.
Their laughter echoed off the walls. The guards watched mutely, all six of them growing more aroused. Each man was now nursing serious fantasies. Duran Duran dialed the intensity up another notch. The Sirens’ shrieked and squealed, laughing uncontrollable. Meaghan’s nipples were stiff and swollen, feeling as if they would burst. Rachel’s groin throbbed in frustrated desire. Donna felt as if she would burst. On and on the tickling went; merciless, unrelenting, intensifying. They whimpered and pleaded, giggled and squealed. And the pressure built.
It built slowly, torturously. Each woman was now desperate for some relief. Duran Duran dialed up the intensity up another two notches. He still had ten more to go on the Lashes’ pleasure settings. The Sirens wailed and screamed with laughter. It was pure torture. And the pressure built. It built to a fever pitch. It burned deep inside them. It increased and increased, and it felt as if it would ever stop.
“OOOHHHHH PLEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEEASE! OOOOOHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!”
Meaghan tensed, quivered, and the climax exploded out of her. Her nectar gushed out, coating the cylinder beneath her. The glow of the Rapture burst out, shining brightly.
“AAAAHHHHA-HA-HA-HA-AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!! YESSSSS!!! YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!”
Rachel’s back arched, she threw her head back, and let the ecstacy thunder through her. Her pussy gushed, and the Rapture’s glow followed.
“PLE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEEASE!!! OOOOHHHHH NO! OH YES! OH NO! OH GOD!”
Trapped inside the Excessive Machine, Donna strained, her body bursting with rapture. She shook with release, her crotch spurting with her honey. Her body glowed bright white as the Rapture claimed her. For long minutes, the Sirens strained as the came, their cries mingling in the air, a symphony of orgasmic bliss. Finally, they slumped back, spent, gasping, heaving. For a full minute, Duran Duran allowed them to rest. He studied the sensor information streaming across a screen beside the Excessive Machine’s keyboard. He stood up, and gestured at the guards.
“Bring in the collectors.”
The guards scurried out, returning in seconds with several clear cylinders, almost like fluorescent light bulbs. The snapped them into outlets near each machine, turning them into place with a snap. Duran Duran swept from the room. He entered a control room, and strode over to the banks of controls beneath a series of screens. The screens were filled with sensor readings and video images of the Sirens. He reached for a particular bank of keys. It was time to take it to the next step.
“ AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Donna tensed and cried out as unexpected, intense pleasure surged into her. The Excessive Machine roared back to life. But the gentle tickle - which to Donna’s hypersensitive body had been unbearable - gave way to powerful ripples of pleasure as the arms undulated over her. The Lashes continued to lightly tease and tickle her feet and underarms. She squirmed and whimpered helplessly as this new ecstacy took her.
Duran Duran toggled switches in the control room. Sensors recorded and streamed data across the screens. He ignored it. He would examine it all later. He reached for another bank of keys. The Sybian’s main cylinder rose under Meaghan’s crotch. Two small panels slid open, and a pair of dildos emerged; one larger than the other. The larger phallus was a large, studded dildo. Unbeknownst to Meaghan, the studs were designed to vibrate slightly, and could project out from the dildo a few centimeters. There were small nubs at the base of the phallus meant to stimulate her clitoris with powerful vibrations. Meaghan couldn’t see any of this however. She could only listen as the Sybian rose, and could only gasp in surprise when she felt the tips of the dildos press against her pussy and anus. Instinctively, Meaghan relaxed her muscles, and the dildos, which were lubricated, slid easily inside her body. Meaghan groaned and arched her back, the muscles in her stomach tensing. After the tickling and the orgasm, her body was tingling worse than ever, craving more sexual stimulation, and dreading its intensity at the same time. The dildos slid fully into her body. Meaghan waited for what must happen next, her chest heaving.
Duran Duran toggled yet another bank of keys. A black box rose from the floor towards Rachel’s still-wet pussy. The top slid back. A number of mechanical tentacles - wiry, strong servo-motors covered with a flesh-like poly skin - rose up. They were dripping with lubricant. There were long thick tentacles, and shorter, thinner tentacles. They twitched as they approached Rachel’s exposed vagina. Two of the longer ones wrapped around Rachel’s upper thighs, further securing her. Another long, thick tentacle eased forward. Gently, it began to rub Rachel’s moist, pink labia. She moaned, rocking her hips gently. Pleasure throbbed though her. Her chest heaved, and the Lashes moved closer to her breasts and teased her stiff pink nipples. The tentacle slid deep into her pussy, and Rachel responded with a long, deep groan. The tips of the tendrils wrapped around her thighs gingerly stroked the outer lips of her spread labia. A smaller tendril snaked down, and began to lightly stroke her frenum. Rachel giggled, gasping as the tentacle started slowly to pump in and out of her. She arched her back, feeling the pleasure course through her.
In the control room, Duran Duran slowly worked up the intensity. He eased up the power to the Excessive Machine. Donna writhed uncontrollably. Her gasps were mingled with giggles as the Lashes continued to tickle her. Waves of pleasure washed over her in time to the undulating arms. Dimly, she was aware of a vibration near her groin. Duran Duran had activated the next device hidden in the Excessive Machine, the device that could deliver enough pleasure to actually kill. The device, shaped to fit a woman’s crotch rose into place. A small receiver atop the device collected the static charges, and directed them at the victim. Twin beams stabbed out; a wider beam which enveloped and stimulated Donna’s pussy, and a narrower, more focused beam which was directed at her swollen, throbbing clitoris.
“OOHH!! OOOOOOHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Donna tensed. She clenched her fists, curled her toes, and screamed. A powerful orgasm thundered through her. Her pussy gushed as she came. She shuddered, lost in the climax. Her body began to glow with the Rapture. As the glow increased, the strange cylinders attached to the Excessive Machine began to fill with a swirling, glowing substance. Duran Duran eased the power up a bit and increased the Machine’s tempo. Donna responded immediately, launching into another orgasm. She squealed and trembled, caught in an orgasmic tidal wave of pleasure. Through it all, she felt the Lashes tickling her, and that served only to intensify the orgasm. He brought the power up another notch, launching Donna into another plateau of pleasure. The Rapture glowed bright, and the cylinders slowly filled with the strange substance.
Duran Duran turned back to Rachel. He increased the speed of the tentacle that was slowly pumping her pussy. Rachel responded with a long orgasm. When it faded, another, smaller tentacle slid into her ass. She gasped in surprise, and felt a new wave of pleasure throb through her. The tentacles set up a steady, alternating rhythm of thrusts. Meanwhile, the Lashes nearest her breasts wrapped themselves around her stiff nipples. They rhythmically squeezed them, static charges strobing across them. Rachel yelped in surprise, her eyes flying wide open.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!! OHHHH YESSSSSSSSS!!!!”
Rachel gasped and shook with release. The orgasm was long and intense. Her pussy spasmed and gushed, shooting fluid out from around the tentacle stuffed inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Finally, after nearly a minute, the orgasm faded. She gasped for breath, sweating and panting. Then, with no warning, the tempo increased. The tip of a tentacle reached down, and began lightly stroking her glistening clit. Within seconds, the orgasm claimed her again. Rachel’s body began to glow with the Rapture, and, as with Donna, the cylinders surrounding her began to fill with the white, swirling substance.
Meaghan, all this time, had been left waiting. She had seen the intensity of Donna’s and Rachel’s sexual ordeals increase. Her own anticipation was increasing, because she knew it was only a matter of time before attention was returned to her. She quivered and whimpered, hovering on the edge of stimulation. The Lashes had stopped stimulating her, but hovered, waiting. She felt the two phalluses buried deep inside her. Duran Duran reached over to the controls. He had wanted to build her tension up. Now he was ready to unleash it. All at once it happened.
“OOOHHHHH!!!! OOOH MY GOD! AAAAAAAHHHNNNNNNNN!”
The Lashes attacked, teasing and tickling her on her feet and underarms, squeezing her nipples. The phalluses began a low, gentle vibration. Meaghan came almost instantly. The orgasm was quick, but intense. The Rapture’s glow appeared. The phalluses began to increase in speed, and rotated ever so slightly.
“EEEEEEEEEP! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
Meaghan climaxed again, her pussy flowing with her honey. Her body tensed as the orgasms began their usual quick fire through her. One, two, three, four, five more before they stopped, only to pulse through her again in a few seconds. Duran Duran eased up the speed of the Sybian’s dildos, and dialed up the intensity of the Lashes. He toggled a control, and the nubs lining the vaginal dildo began to buzz at another, faster rate. They began to project out from the main shaft in a wave like pattern. Meaghan threw her head back and squealed. The studs pressed against her g-spots, causing surges of orgasmic pleasure. After another five orgasms, Duran Duran activated the final component. The nubs at the base of the vaginal dildo began to vibrate directly against Meaghan’s swollen clit.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Inexpressible, unbearable ecstacy flooded through the Sirens’ bodies. They writhed and wriggled, tensed and shook with release time and time again. Their bodies dripped with sweat, their pussies gushed with each orgasm. The room echoed with the grinding of gears, and the cries of the Sirens. The Rapture light filled the room, and was siphoned into the strange cylinders. With growing disbelief, Duran Duran dialed up the speed and intensity of his machines. The Sirens squealed, groaned, whimpered, and cried out in response, helpless before the onslaught of pleasure. But they continued to endure it.
Finally, the cylinders were full. Duran Duran consulted the data stream flooding one of his consoles. He could not hide the surprise on his face. He eased back the intensity slowly, letting the machines cycle down. He called in the guard captain.
“Get more collectors in place now. Then, rotate them.” The guard captain stared at him, incredulity written all over his face.
“Sir, are you sure? I mean...” Duran Duran cut him off.
“Just do it!”
“Yes sir.”
The machines finally powered down. The Sirens each slumped back, panting and exhausted. The guards entered the room. A few collected the full cylinders onto a metal cart. They replaced them with empty, clear cylinders. The others unstrapped the Sirens, then carried them to a different machine. Rachel was lowered and strapped into the Excessive Machine. Donna was placed onto the Sybian, her arms stretched over her head. Meaghan was strapped down onto the Teasing Table. The guards scurried out of the room. Within seconds, the machines again roared to life.
Rachel groaned as the Excessive Machine played over her body. The clitoral stimulator clicked into place, strobing beams across her pussy and clit. Her long, sustained orgasms resumed, and the cylinders grew full again. Donna felt the Sybian’s phalluses slide into her. As they began to vibrate, rotate, and pulse, and as the nubs buzzed against her clit, her body was consumed by tidal waves of ecstacy. Powerful orgasms that built in intensity crashed through her. The Rapture glowed, filling the cylinders. Meaghan writhed as the Teasing Table’s tentacles thrust into and out of her pussy and ass. Her climaxes surged through her again and again as the tips of the tendrils teased her frenum and clitoris. The Rapture claimed her, and her cylinders grew full.
After this second, long sexual torture, the cylinders were filled. Duran Duran again ordered the cylinders replaced, and again ordered the Siren’s rotated. Now, Donna was strapped to the Teasing Table, Rachel placed on the Sybian, and Meaghan lowered into the Excessive Machine. They endured another long, intense session in the machines. And again, they filled the cylinders with the strange, swirling substance. As the machines powered down, Duran Duran ordered the guard captain, to remove them from the machines.
“I think they could go longer, but I have the data I need. We’ll let them rest. For now, anyway.”
“Sir,” the captain began. Duran Duran turned to face him. He could read the man’s intent plainly.
“Don’t worry, captain. Your men will get what they want soon enough.” Duran Duran and the guard captain left the control room. They returned to the Pleasure Dome, as Duran Duran liked to call it. The Sirens had been unstrapped from their restraints. The three of them had finally passed out from the sheer exertion.
“Get them cleaned up, and take them to the guest quarters. I want guards posted at all times. They are NOT to be touched until I say, understood?”
The guards saluted, and carried the Sirens out of the room. Duran Duran swept out after them.
THE END
