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This story is a one shot that has been comissioned that I sliced in 3 parts (because of the lengh). I have the explicit agreement to share the story.
All the characters in this story were created by TheDirtyMonkey who gave his agreement to use his work as a reference.
Veronica Sweet is the mother of Jack and Sarah, and her husband is Henry Sweet. Veronica for reference : https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4268361&tags=veronica_sweet+
All the characters in this story were created by TheDirtyMonkey who gave his agreement to use his work as a reference.
Veronica Sweet is the mother of Jack and Sarah, and her husband is Henry Sweet. Veronica for reference : https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4268361&tags=veronica_sweet+
A Veronica Sweet Story : The Lab Assistant part 1/3
The afternoon sun bathed the neighborhood in a golden light, caressing the facades of the stately homes that lined the peaceful street where the Sweet family lived. A gentle breeze lifted the leaves of the trees, and the air was filled with a fragrance of flowers and freshly cut grass. Veronica Sweet walked lightly along the path leading to the neighboring house, an elegant box of pastries nestled in her manicured hands.
She had chosen an outfit that, while technically appropriate, revealed her natural penchant for sensual elegance: a white silk blouse, subtly transparent in the light, hinting at the black lace of her bra. Her pencil skirt, perfectly fitted, hugged the generous curves of her hips and ended just above the knee, revealing the exquisite line of her legs sheathed in sheer, flesh-colored stockings. On her feet, glossy black heels clicked on the pavement, adding a touch of provocative sophistication to each step.
Veronica was not oblivious to her own charm. She knew she attracted attention, that a simple smile could spark interest in men, and that she possessed the innate gift of flirting without ever crossing the line into scandal. But today, it was just a courtesy visit, nothing more. Or so she told herself.
The house on the hill was an impressive dwelling, straight out of a gothic novel. Large windows with dark shutters, an elegant yet austere facade, and an iron gate that seemed to have stood the test of time. Ever since the mysterious Dr. Viktor VonTicklet had moved in, the neighborhood had been buzzing with rumors. Some claimed he was an eccentric scientist, while others whispered absurd stories about strange experiments conducted behind those walls.
Veronica, however, did not concern herself with such gossip. She preferred to form her own opinions.
She stopped in front of the heavy oak door, took a deep breath, and rang the bell.
A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a man.
Dr. VonTicklet was tall, slim, and possessed a troubling elegance. His black hair, impeccably slicked back, accentuated the aristocratic pallor of his face. A shadow of a beard lined his chiseled jaw, and his eyes, a piercing steel blue, seemed capable of reading souls. He wore a dark shirt under his lab coat, and a slight scent of leather and musk lingered around him.
Veronica blinked, momentarily taken aback. This man... He had all the makings of a villainous charmer from a film.
— Mrs. Sweet, I presume?
His voice was deep, velvety, with an indescribable accent that made him all the more intriguing.
— Indeed. She offered him her most beautiful smile, tilting her head slightly to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Welcome to the neighborhood. I thought you might appreciate a small gift for your move.
She handed him the box of pastries.
Viktor VonTicklet stared at her for a moment, an enigmatic smile on his lips, before taking the package with calculated slowness.
— An exquisite attention. Like you.
Veronica felt a slight shiver run down her spine. He was literally devouring her with his gaze. A subtle, insidious warmth stirred in the pit of her stomach, an excitement that was undeniable.
— May I offer you a drink in return? he asked, stepping aside to invite her in.
— With pleasure, she replied without hesitation, her voice slightly softer, more caressing.
The interior of the manor was a reflection of its owner: both austere and refined. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient volumes bound in leather. Several machines of strange shapes dotted the living room, testament to the scientific mind that reigned here.
Viktor invited her to sit on a black velvet armchair. He poured a deep red wine into two glasses and handed her one.
— So, tell me, Mrs. Sweet... what do you do with your days?
Veronica shrugged, slowly crossing her legs with studied grace.
— Oh, you know, between household chores, social obligations, and my family, I'm quite busy... But I must admit, I sometimes get bored.
Viktor smiled, leaning back in his chair as he observed her with manifest interest.
— What a coincidence. He swirled his glass between his fingers. It just so happens that I am looking for an assistant to help me with certain experiments. Nothing complicated, I assure you. Simple tests... but I prefer to work with someone who is... He paused, studying her intently. ... receptive.
Veronica felt her cheeks flush. He was playing with her. He knew exactly how to tease her, how to make her feel special, desired.
— I'm curious, she admitted, biting her lower lip slightly. What kind of experiments?
Viktor leaned in slightly.
— I work on scientific advancements related to pleasure and sensory stimulation. My goal is to improve well-being... His smile widened slightly. ... and to push certain boundaries.
Veronica held her breath. Her imagination ran wild immediately. He was playing with carefully chosen words, hinting at a barely veiled suggestion.
— And you think I would be... qualified? she asked in a velvety voice.
Viktor set down his glass and stood up, heading towards a door leading to a dimly lit hallway.
— There's only one way to find out.
She didn't even think about it. A mix of excitement and the forbidden pulsed in her stomach. Rising with natural sensuality, she followed Viktor, her heart beating faster.
She loved playing with fire.
Veronica hadn't expected her day to take this turn.
When she left her house to pay a simple courtesy visit, she expected to exchange a few pleasantries, flatter the newcomer, perhaps even charm him a little, just for fun. After all, she liked to please, and her marriage to Henry had never stopped her from exploring these subtle pleasures...
But now, she found herself in an underground laboratory.
Dr. VonTicklet had led her through long, dimly lit corridors, his measured steps contrasting with the excitement that animated Veronica. Part of her knew she shouldn't have followed this man so easily, that basic common sense should have made her turn back. But another part—darker, more greedy—wanted to see how far he could take her.
They finally entered a large room filled with several machines of unusual shapes, halfway between medical and strange. A scent of metal, oil, and electricity hung in the air.
At the center of the room stood an imposing chair, equipped with leather restraints at the wrists and ankles. On either side, strange articulated arms, fitted with various instruments: feathers, brushes, mechanical fingers with eerily realistic movements... Everything was designed to explore a body in its smallest details.
Veronica felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. Her breath quickened imperceptibly.
— Here is my latest prototype, Viktor announced, turning to her with a measured smile. A revolution in the field of bodily well-being...
He caressed the leather of the chair with a studied gesture, his fingers sliding slowly over the surface, almost like a caress.
— It's impressive... murmured Veronica, taking a few steps forward, her heels clicking on the polished metal floor. But... you say it's a massage machine?
Viktor approached her, closing the distance between their bodies. He was so close that she could smell his scent—an intoxicating mix of musk, leather, and something deeper, more elusive.
— A sensory massage, yes, he specified, his steel blue gaze piercing hers. An experience aimed at relaxing the body... at freeing the mind...
He left his sentence hanging, observing her with calculated intensity.
Veronica swallowed. She knew this game. She was an expert at it.
But with him... she wasn't so sure she had control.
— Would you like to test it?
The question hung in the air between them. There was no urgency in his voice, only absolute confidence.
Veronica slid her fingers over the edge of her skirt, unconsciously caressing the fabric. Her breathing was slightly shorter, her lips moister.
— And if I don't like it? she breathed, challenging him with her gaze.
Viktor's smile widened, almost imperceptibly.
— Then you tell me to stop.
She hesitated for a second. But she already knew she would accept.
She loved flirting with the forbidden.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she stepped towards the chair and sat down.
The chair in which Veronica was seated was deceptively comfortable. Its padded armrests welcomed her gloved hands with softness, and the reclining backrest perfectly fit the curve of her lower back. Everything here seemed designed to relax the body, to invite it to surrender all resistance. Yet, an imperceptible tension gripped her shoulders. Her instinct whispered that this "test" would not be so innocent.
Dr. VonTicklet adjusted a few settings on the control panel, his long fingers tapping with almost mechanical precision. His gaze roamed over Veronica's body like a scalpel seeking the most vulnerable areas. She, on the other hand, crossed and uncrossed her long legs sheathed in nylon stockings, a gesture both nervous and seductive, unaware of the effect she was producing.
— So, Doctor, is this when I discover your famous invention?
Her tone was falsely assured, a glimmer of amusement still flickering in her dark eyes. She played the part of a confident woman, but her fingers gripped the armrests slightly.
VonTicklet did not respond immediately. He took a step to the side, gesturing towards the machine that surrounded her. Several articulated arms, mounted on flexible bases, awaited their signal like a beast lurking in the shadows.
— Oh, you will discover it, Veronica. You will feel it, mostly.
He pulled a lever.
A first contact. Light. Almost imperceptible.
A brush against her right forearm, like a caress from an invisible feather. Veronica raised an eyebrow slightly, intrigued.
— It's... soft.
Then a second mechanical hand activated, reproducing the exact same gesture on her left arm.
A slight shiver ran through her shoulders.
— Hmmm. Interesting...
But already, the pressure increased. The artificial fingers slid along her arms, their precise and synchronized movements following the curves of her fine muscles. Veronica felt a diffuse tickle settle in, a strange sensation, neither unpleasant nor truly pleasant. Just... unexpected.
She wanted to move, but the chair was designed to limit her movements. She wasn't restrained, not yet, but she sensed that any attempt to escape would be futile.
The hands continued their silent dance, slowly moving up towards her shoulders. There, they lingered, applying more assertive pressures. A warmth invaded her trapezius muscles, an involuntary relaxation that she couldn't control.
Then, without warning, the caresses changed targets.
A sharp pinch, just under her armpits.
Veronica jerked violently, a gasp of surprise escaping her lips.
— H-hey!
VonTicklet smiled in the shadows but made no comment. He simply lowered another lever.
Two more arms activated, this time targeting her ribs.
The first touch was subtle, almost playful. Light fingers brushed the base of her white blouse, right where the fabric stretched over her generous figure. Veronica felt a wave of anticipation course through her belly.
Then, the caresses became more precise.
— Ah... hihihi...
A laugh escaped her before she could hold it back. Nothing too uncontrollable, but enough to make her face flush slightly.
— You are particularly responsive, murmured VonTicklet, his eyes fixed on her wavering smile.
The mechanical hands were now busy on her ribs, alternating between delicate pressures and methodical glides. Veronica squirmed involuntarily, her crossed legs trembling slightly under the constraint.
— Hhhhnnn... no...
Her fingers gripped the leather of the armrests.
— It's... you should... stop there...
VonTicklet ignored her request.
— This is only the beginning, Veronica.
Another adjustment. The mechanical fingers began to move up, reaching the hollow between her floating ribs.
— Hhhnn... no... !
She arched violently, a burst of uncontrollable laughter breaking her composure.
— HAHAHA... okay, okay, that's enough!
Her knees rubbed against each other in a defensive reflex. But the machine showed no sign of relenting.
Worse still.
A slight breeze brushed against her feet.
She instinctively looked down and felt her stomach knot.
Her elegant heels, so gracefully perched on her slender feet, had just been delicately removed by two metal clamps. Her nylon stockings stretched over her hypersensitive soles, a futile protection against what she already sensed was coming.
— N-No...! Hhhhnn—aaah, let me go!
Another mechanical arm slowly descended.
VonTicklet watched her with barely concealed avidity.
Veronica tried to tuck her feet under the chair, but the subtle restraints around her ankles prevented her from escaping.
Then...
The first touch on her arch.
Her reaction was immediate.
— HHHHHAHAHAHAHA ! NOONONOHOOO !!
Her feet convulsed, her toes desperately trying to curl, but the machine adapted. Each movement, each spasm was followed, each attempt to flee countered.
— NOOOOHAHAHAHAHA PAHAHAS MEHEHEHEDS !!
VonTicklet tilted his head slightly, observing each jerk.
— But look at those little feet squirming...
The mechanical fingers whirled with infernal precision.
They explored every fold, every crevice, lingered on the tendons taut from laughter, and moved up to the base of her toes imprisoned in nylon.
And Veronica, unable to control herself, laughed until her voice was hoarse.
— HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA !! NOOOOHOHOHOH !!
She struggled, but her body trembled under the relentless waves of tickles. Her hips twisted, her back arched, every nerve on high alert.
VonTicklet took a few slow steps around her, savoring the spectacle.
— It seems you're enjoying yourself, Veronica...
She couldn't even respond. Her head tossed back and forth, her thighs rubbing nervously, seeking support that didn't exist.
Then, another adjustment.
The tickles redoubled in intensity.
Her feet were besieged, infernal tingles running up to her trembling calves. Her ribs became the playground for an army of tireless fingers.
And her laughter, hysterical, out of control, rang out like an exquisite melody.
— HHHHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA !!!
Her laughter, as uncontrollable as it was, still held a note of protest, as if she wanted to believe she still had some control. But her body said otherwise.
Her chest heaved violently, compressed in her tight white blouse. Her legs trembled, the skin of her thighs quivering under the silk of her stockings. And above all, her feet convulsed, desperately trying to escape the infernal caresses raining down on them.
VonTicklet observed each spasm, each reaction, adjusting the machine with malicious pleasure.
— Veronica, Veronica... You should stop struggling.
She shook her head frantically, unable to string together a coherent sentence.
— HhhnnnnnahaHAHAHA !! NOOHOHOHOO NOHOT.. !!
The machine had targeted her feet, increasing the intensity perversely.
Skillful fingers now ran along her arches, traced maddening circles, and moved up the fine tendons of her ankles. But the real torture, the thing that drove her mad, was the sensations on her toes imprisoned in nylon.
The thin fabric amplified each caress, turning every touch into an electric wave that shot up to her clenched stomach.
Veronica couldn't take it anymore.
— HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA !! NOT THE TOOOOOES !!
Her toes spread and clenched nervously, imprisoned by the restraints, while the instruments lingered there with delight. Small vibrating tips came to rest just under the pads of her toes, their slow and methodical tickles wrenching a broken scream from her.
— AHAHAHAHAHA PLEASEEEEE !!
But the Doctor had no mercy. He knelt beside her, placed a hand on her trembling ankle.
— So much resistance... when your body is begging to be taken care of.
Veronica gasped between bursts of laughter, her mind on fire. She didn't even know where to turn. Her feet betrayed her, offering themselves to the machine despite her will. Her hips swayed, seeking a way to escape the intensifying stimulations. And now, the machine expanded its reach.
A pair of mechanical hands slowly ascended. First, they grazed her calves, brushing against the silk of her stockings with an irritating softness. Then, they moved up her thighs, tickling the skin through the taut fabric. She trembled violently, her legs instinctively clenching together.
— Hhhhnnnoohohohahahahahaa NO NO NO NOT THERE!!
VonTicklet turned a knob, and the hands became more playful. They pressed lightly on the inside of her thighs, just enough to trigger a new wave of convulsions.
— Are you afraid of what you're feeling, Veronica?
She tried to shake her head, to protest, but the words wouldn't come. Only her uncontrollable laughter echoed under the metallic ceiling of the laboratory. A new shiver ran through her as fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt. The Doctor watched her parted lips and erratic breathing closely. She's tipping over, he thought, she already feels the difference. The resistance is crumbling.
He gave a discreet signal to the machine, and the hands slid under the fabric. Veronica immediately gasped, feeling the fingers against the bare skin of her thighs. Her laughter broke, interspersed with trembling breaths.
— HhhahhhahAHAHA noooooo not under the... not under the skiiirt!!
But the hands did not retreat. They slowly ascended, tracing unbearable lines on her hypersensitive thighs, lingering just beneath the edge of her stockings, flirting with the forbidden. The tickles were already unbearable, but now they were becoming wicked. As Veronica struggled to catch her breath, trying to escape the teasing fingers playing with her thighs, a different shiver ran through her.
At that very moment, her ribs were freed from the fabric covering them. The mechanical hands that had been tormenting her sides had unbuttoned the first buttons of her blouse with surgical precision, gently opening the taut fabric over her heaving chest. VonTicklet was delighted.
— Ooooh... What a magnificent sight.
His gaze lingered on Veronica's quivering flesh, exposed without barriers. Her ample bosom undulated with her laughter, her breasts bouncing slightly, molded in a cream-colored lace bra, barely sufficient to contain their generosity. The inquisitive hands wasted no time. Now freed from the fabric, their agile fingers slipped under the bra, grazing the contours of her breasts. Veronica jolted violently, a stifled moan escaping between bursts of laughter.
— HhhhhAHHAHAHAH NOOHOHOHON NOT THERE!!
The teasing fingers traced infernal arabesques on the ultra-sensitive skin of her sides, grazing the full bases of her breasts, slowly ascending towards her nipples, hardened by the tickles and diffuse pleasure. Her shoulders convulsed, her hands clenched on the armrests, desperately trying to push away what wasn't there. Meanwhile, the tickles on her thighs became more insistent. The hands slid higher, their mischievous fingers grazing the quivering skin beneath the hem of her stockings. Just at the edge. Just at the border of her panties.
Veronica gasped, her legs instinctively clenching together, but the expert fingers did not relent. They danced on the bare skin of her inner thighs, tracing unbearable arabesques, making every muscle tremble. Her laughter was now choppy, interspersed with feverish little moans.
— Hhhnnn—hihihAHHAHA—n-noo—ahh—p-please... not... there—!!
She no longer knew if she was laughing or moaning. But the worst... The worst was what was happening to her feet. For a moment, the tickles had ceased, giving her a moment of respite, which should have been a blessing. But it was worse than anything. Because now, she didn't know when they would return. And they returned in a much crueler way. The silence was worse than the torture. The fingers no longer moved, suspended a few millimeters from her taut skin under the nylon. They waited.
Veronica couldn't do the same. Her heart was pounding, every muscle in her legs tensing under the invisible threat. Her mind raced, trying to guess where, when, how... The heel? The arch? Under the toes? When will it strike?! Then... nothing. A few more seconds. Her feet were now trembling on their own, her toes clenching in anxiety... Maybe—
ZZZT!!!
"HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAA!!"
The shock exploded under her little right toe. Her entire foot convulsed as if she had just stepped on an electric wire. But it was over in a fraction of a second. Just a jolt. Just a shock. Just... the first. A tiny electric shock ran through her right toe, jerking her uncontrollably.
— HHHNNNAAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA!!
And then nothing. Silence. She tried to calm her breathing... But she couldn't prepare herself.
ZZZT!!
This time, it was the base of her left heel that received the shock, an exquisite electric pinch, perfectly dosed to trigger a spasm. Her feet flailed, trying to escape, but it was impossible.
— HAAAAAHHHHAAHAHAH NAAAHHHH!!
Dr. VonTicklet was having a blast watching her lose her footing, literally and metaphorically. He crossed his arms, observing every jerk.
— These little shocks... they must be unbearable, right?
Veronica couldn't even respond, too busy gasping, laughing, and choking under the assaults. And the machine continued its unpredictable torment.
— ZZZT!!
The tip of a mechanical finger released a shock on her left little toe, a point of absurd sensitivity. She screamed in surprise, her back arching violently against the chair. The shocks came from anywhere, anytime, changing positions, varying in intensity. Sometimes on a single toe, sometimes under the arch, sometimes at the heel. And between each shock, the unbearable wait. Veronica couldn't take it anymore, her mind unable to anticipate.
— AHHAHAHHAHAHA I-I'M GOING TO GO—CRAZY!!
But VonTicklet knew she didn't want it to stop. He saw the moisture on her skin, the uncontrollable shivers running through her, the way her body trembled with a new form of excitement. With a precise gesture, VonTicklet turned a knob on the control panel. A metallic click sounded... and everything changed instantly. Until then, Veronica had been enduring, struggling, fighting against the cruel tickles, her body saturated with shivers and spasms. But now... Now, it was something else.
A new wave of sensations suddenly washed over her. It wasn't just her feet receiving those unpredictable electric shocks. Suddenly, the mechanical hands on her ribs, those playing with her breasts, and a new hand, placed directly on her panties, joined the infernal dance.
ZZZT!!
A brutal shock on her right nipple.
— HHHHAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHHHAAA!!
She arched violently, her back leaving the chair, her thighs trembling in panic under the assault, as unbearable as it was delicious. Then another... On the left nipple this time.
— AAHHAHAHHAH NOOOOHHHAHAH NOT THERE!!
She panicked, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hardened under the sudden electric stimulations. VonTicklet chuckled, savoring the changes in her facial expressions. He loved seeing her pleading eyes, her furrowed brows in confusion, her trembling lips, her mind blurred between torture and pleasure. And then, between her legs... The shock took her breath away. A burning jolt, a flash of forbidden pleasure, an intense pinch that gripped her belly tighter than any tickle. Her cry of surprise mixed with a choked laugh, broken, almost a sob.
She arched, her wrists desperately pulling on her restraints. Her thighs quivered on their own, as if her own body was betraying her. Not there not there not there not there—
ZZZT!!
"AHHHNNNHHHHAAAHAHHAHAHAAA!!"
Another spasm. This time, her hips jerked on their own, her legs twisting in vain, seeking non-existent support. But it wasn't just a struggle. It was a purely animal reaction. Dr. VonTicklet didn't miss a thing. His smile widened as he watched Veronica react like a bitch in heat, unable to control her own urges.
— NOOOON NOOOHOHHOHOHOHHAHAHAAA!!
She shook, but her pelvis responded differently, an uncontrollable contraction that betrayed the indecent wave of pleasure that had infiltrated her nerves. She no longer knew where to turn. Her nipples were subjected to sudden electric pinches, making her heavy breasts tremble. Her ribs and belly were harassed by perfidious little shocks, between tickles and pinches, driving her completely mad. And her panties...
Each shock on the fabric sent a jolt to her clitoris, the heat between her legs becoming unbearable.
ZZZT!!
Under her right foot.
ZZZT!!
On her left breast.
ZZZT!!
Between her legs.
— AHHHHHHHAAAHHAHAHHAHHH!!
She gasped, her chest rising rapidly, her skin drenched in sweat, her hips desperately trying to escape and ask for more at the same time. VonTicklet, his eyes gleaming, rested his chin on his fist, contemplating his prey.
— Tell me, Veronica...
He saw her shiver, completely caught in the gears, her body responding to the stimulations against her will. She weakly shook her head, as if to deny what was happening. VonTicklet smiled and turned the knob again. And hell became heaven.
— AAAHHHAHAHAAH AHHHHHHNNHHH!!
She wanted to believe it was just a physical reaction, a simple uncontrollable reflex. But then why was her belly knotting with that strange warmth? Why were her thighs trembling as much as her laughter? No... it's not pleasure. It's not pleasure... But her body was lying to her. Her hips instinctively sought to escape the caresses... or perhaps to prolong them. And when a small electric shock pinched the taut skin of her right breast, a shiver ran through her so deeply that she let out a choked moan. A wet, hungry sound that made her blush with shame.
ZZZT!!
A shock directly on her right nipple, then on her left. Her breasts bounced under the impact, her nipples taut and throbbing under the intensity of the stimulations.
— AHHH HAHAHHAHA AHHNNHHH OOOHHH!!
Her body convulsed, her skin drenched in sweat, her muscles tetanized under the relentless assaults of the mechanical hands. Each electric caress on her ribs and belly tore screams of laughter from her, her hypersensitive skin unable to bear this exquisite torture any longer. But the worst... The hand between her legs. It was still there, caressing, grazing, trapping her intimacy in a whirlwind of sensations.
ZZZT!!
A pulse against her soaked fabric, directly on her swollen clitoris.
— AAAAHHHNNHHH HAHAHAHA AHHHHH OOOOHHH!!
Her pelvis jerked violently, her back arched, and her body completely abandoned her.
— NNHHH HAHAHHAHAH AHHHH OHHH IT'S IT'S TOO MUCH !!!
Her clenched hands, her trembling thighs, her contracted belly, everything in her was a bomb ready to explode. VonTicklet smiled, his eyes fixed on his offered victim, his thumb playing with the knob.
— You're going to come, Veronica.
Her mad laughter intertwined with the humiliated moans of the woman caught in the perfect trap.
— NNHHH—AHHHAHHAHAHAHA NOOOON!!
But her body said otherwise. Each shock under her feet made her jump, her heel seeking non-existent support, her foot clenched, her big toe trembling with anticipation. Each tremble of her breasts, each point of contact on her hardened nipples, worsened her state, pushing her deeper into the inevitable. And finally, the hand on her panties gave one last shock, more powerful, deeper, crueler.
— AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
She exploded in spasms, her belly hollowed out violently, her pelvis lifted, her fingers clenched in the void. A torrent of uncontrollable pleasure tore a piercing cry from her, a mix of ecstasy, shame, and absolute submission.
— HAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHNNHHHHH OOOOOOOOOHHH—!!!
Her laughter died in a gasp, her body jerking with spasms, her intimacy pulsing under the orgasm that saturated her nerves. VonTicklet turned off the machines. The hands stilled, the tickles ceased, the shocks dissipated. Her body was a puppet without strings, disjointed, emptied, offered. Her mouth was slightly open, letting out a last weak, broken, almost idiotic laugh. Her thighs still trembled, her burning and damp skin glistened under the laboratory light. And between them, her sex still pulsed with the remnants of the orgasm that had annihilated her.
She tried to speak... but her tongue was heavy, numb. Her gaze met Dr. VonTicklet's.
No... he can't see me like this... Not like this…
But he was already staring at her. His satisfied smile, his gaze burning with intelligence.
A faint laugh, weak and exhausted, still escaped her slightly parted lips.
— Hhhnnnh… ahh… ahaha… ooooh… ahahah…
VonTicklet approached, caressing the burning cheek of his new assistant.
— So, Veronica…
He leaned in close to her ear, whispering each word with delight.
— Shall we meet again tomorrow?
She had chosen an outfit that, while technically appropriate, revealed her natural penchant for sensual elegance: a white silk blouse, subtly transparent in the light, hinting at the black lace of her bra. Her pencil skirt, perfectly fitted, hugged the generous curves of her hips and ended just above the knee, revealing the exquisite line of her legs sheathed in sheer, flesh-colored stockings. On her feet, glossy black heels clicked on the pavement, adding a touch of provocative sophistication to each step.
Veronica was not oblivious to her own charm. She knew she attracted attention, that a simple smile could spark interest in men, and that she possessed the innate gift of flirting without ever crossing the line into scandal. But today, it was just a courtesy visit, nothing more. Or so she told herself.
The house on the hill was an impressive dwelling, straight out of a gothic novel. Large windows with dark shutters, an elegant yet austere facade, and an iron gate that seemed to have stood the test of time. Ever since the mysterious Dr. Viktor VonTicklet had moved in, the neighborhood had been buzzing with rumors. Some claimed he was an eccentric scientist, while others whispered absurd stories about strange experiments conducted behind those walls.
Veronica, however, did not concern herself with such gossip. She preferred to form her own opinions.
She stopped in front of the heavy oak door, took a deep breath, and rang the bell.
A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a man.
Dr. VonTicklet was tall, slim, and possessed a troubling elegance. His black hair, impeccably slicked back, accentuated the aristocratic pallor of his face. A shadow of a beard lined his chiseled jaw, and his eyes, a piercing steel blue, seemed capable of reading souls. He wore a dark shirt under his lab coat, and a slight scent of leather and musk lingered around him.
Veronica blinked, momentarily taken aback. This man... He had all the makings of a villainous charmer from a film.
— Mrs. Sweet, I presume?
His voice was deep, velvety, with an indescribable accent that made him all the more intriguing.
— Indeed. She offered him her most beautiful smile, tilting her head slightly to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Welcome to the neighborhood. I thought you might appreciate a small gift for your move.
She handed him the box of pastries.
Viktor VonTicklet stared at her for a moment, an enigmatic smile on his lips, before taking the package with calculated slowness.
— An exquisite attention. Like you.
Veronica felt a slight shiver run down her spine. He was literally devouring her with his gaze. A subtle, insidious warmth stirred in the pit of her stomach, an excitement that was undeniable.
— May I offer you a drink in return? he asked, stepping aside to invite her in.
— With pleasure, she replied without hesitation, her voice slightly softer, more caressing.
The interior of the manor was a reflection of its owner: both austere and refined. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient volumes bound in leather. Several machines of strange shapes dotted the living room, testament to the scientific mind that reigned here.
Viktor invited her to sit on a black velvet armchair. He poured a deep red wine into two glasses and handed her one.
— So, tell me, Mrs. Sweet... what do you do with your days?
Veronica shrugged, slowly crossing her legs with studied grace.
— Oh, you know, between household chores, social obligations, and my family, I'm quite busy... But I must admit, I sometimes get bored.
Viktor smiled, leaning back in his chair as he observed her with manifest interest.
— What a coincidence. He swirled his glass between his fingers. It just so happens that I am looking for an assistant to help me with certain experiments. Nothing complicated, I assure you. Simple tests... but I prefer to work with someone who is... He paused, studying her intently. ... receptive.
Veronica felt her cheeks flush. He was playing with her. He knew exactly how to tease her, how to make her feel special, desired.
— I'm curious, she admitted, biting her lower lip slightly. What kind of experiments?
Viktor leaned in slightly.
— I work on scientific advancements related to pleasure and sensory stimulation. My goal is to improve well-being... His smile widened slightly. ... and to push certain boundaries.
Veronica held her breath. Her imagination ran wild immediately. He was playing with carefully chosen words, hinting at a barely veiled suggestion.
— And you think I would be... qualified? she asked in a velvety voice.
Viktor set down his glass and stood up, heading towards a door leading to a dimly lit hallway.
— There's only one way to find out.
She didn't even think about it. A mix of excitement and the forbidden pulsed in her stomach. Rising with natural sensuality, she followed Viktor, her heart beating faster.
She loved playing with fire.
Veronica hadn't expected her day to take this turn.
When she left her house to pay a simple courtesy visit, she expected to exchange a few pleasantries, flatter the newcomer, perhaps even charm him a little, just for fun. After all, she liked to please, and her marriage to Henry had never stopped her from exploring these subtle pleasures...
But now, she found herself in an underground laboratory.
Dr. VonTicklet had led her through long, dimly lit corridors, his measured steps contrasting with the excitement that animated Veronica. Part of her knew she shouldn't have followed this man so easily, that basic common sense should have made her turn back. But another part—darker, more greedy—wanted to see how far he could take her.
They finally entered a large room filled with several machines of unusual shapes, halfway between medical and strange. A scent of metal, oil, and electricity hung in the air.
At the center of the room stood an imposing chair, equipped with leather restraints at the wrists and ankles. On either side, strange articulated arms, fitted with various instruments: feathers, brushes, mechanical fingers with eerily realistic movements... Everything was designed to explore a body in its smallest details.
Veronica felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. Her breath quickened imperceptibly.
— Here is my latest prototype, Viktor announced, turning to her with a measured smile. A revolution in the field of bodily well-being...
He caressed the leather of the chair with a studied gesture, his fingers sliding slowly over the surface, almost like a caress.
— It's impressive... murmured Veronica, taking a few steps forward, her heels clicking on the polished metal floor. But... you say it's a massage machine?
Viktor approached her, closing the distance between their bodies. He was so close that she could smell his scent—an intoxicating mix of musk, leather, and something deeper, more elusive.
— A sensory massage, yes, he specified, his steel blue gaze piercing hers. An experience aimed at relaxing the body... at freeing the mind...
He left his sentence hanging, observing her with calculated intensity.
Veronica swallowed. She knew this game. She was an expert at it.
But with him... she wasn't so sure she had control.
— Would you like to test it?
The question hung in the air between them. There was no urgency in his voice, only absolute confidence.
Veronica slid her fingers over the edge of her skirt, unconsciously caressing the fabric. Her breathing was slightly shorter, her lips moister.
— And if I don't like it? she breathed, challenging him with her gaze.
Viktor's smile widened, almost imperceptibly.
— Then you tell me to stop.
She hesitated for a second. But she already knew she would accept.
She loved flirting with the forbidden.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she stepped towards the chair and sat down.
The chair in which Veronica was seated was deceptively comfortable. Its padded armrests welcomed her gloved hands with softness, and the reclining backrest perfectly fit the curve of her lower back. Everything here seemed designed to relax the body, to invite it to surrender all resistance. Yet, an imperceptible tension gripped her shoulders. Her instinct whispered that this "test" would not be so innocent.
Dr. VonTicklet adjusted a few settings on the control panel, his long fingers tapping with almost mechanical precision. His gaze roamed over Veronica's body like a scalpel seeking the most vulnerable areas. She, on the other hand, crossed and uncrossed her long legs sheathed in nylon stockings, a gesture both nervous and seductive, unaware of the effect she was producing.
— So, Doctor, is this when I discover your famous invention?
Her tone was falsely assured, a glimmer of amusement still flickering in her dark eyes. She played the part of a confident woman, but her fingers gripped the armrests slightly.
VonTicklet did not respond immediately. He took a step to the side, gesturing towards the machine that surrounded her. Several articulated arms, mounted on flexible bases, awaited their signal like a beast lurking in the shadows.
— Oh, you will discover it, Veronica. You will feel it, mostly.
He pulled a lever.
A first contact. Light. Almost imperceptible.
A brush against her right forearm, like a caress from an invisible feather. Veronica raised an eyebrow slightly, intrigued.
— It's... soft.
Then a second mechanical hand activated, reproducing the exact same gesture on her left arm.
A slight shiver ran through her shoulders.
— Hmmm. Interesting...
But already, the pressure increased. The artificial fingers slid along her arms, their precise and synchronized movements following the curves of her fine muscles. Veronica felt a diffuse tickle settle in, a strange sensation, neither unpleasant nor truly pleasant. Just... unexpected.
She wanted to move, but the chair was designed to limit her movements. She wasn't restrained, not yet, but she sensed that any attempt to escape would be futile.
The hands continued their silent dance, slowly moving up towards her shoulders. There, they lingered, applying more assertive pressures. A warmth invaded her trapezius muscles, an involuntary relaxation that she couldn't control.
Then, without warning, the caresses changed targets.
A sharp pinch, just under her armpits.
Veronica jerked violently, a gasp of surprise escaping her lips.
— H-hey!
VonTicklet smiled in the shadows but made no comment. He simply lowered another lever.
Two more arms activated, this time targeting her ribs.
The first touch was subtle, almost playful. Light fingers brushed the base of her white blouse, right where the fabric stretched over her generous figure. Veronica felt a wave of anticipation course through her belly.
Then, the caresses became more precise.
— Ah... hihihi...
A laugh escaped her before she could hold it back. Nothing too uncontrollable, but enough to make her face flush slightly.
— You are particularly responsive, murmured VonTicklet, his eyes fixed on her wavering smile.
The mechanical hands were now busy on her ribs, alternating between delicate pressures and methodical glides. Veronica squirmed involuntarily, her crossed legs trembling slightly under the constraint.
— Hhhhnnn... no...
Her fingers gripped the leather of the armrests.
— It's... you should... stop there...
VonTicklet ignored her request.
— This is only the beginning, Veronica.
Another adjustment. The mechanical fingers began to move up, reaching the hollow between her floating ribs.
— Hhhnn... no... !
She arched violently, a burst of uncontrollable laughter breaking her composure.
— HAHAHA... okay, okay, that's enough!
Her knees rubbed against each other in a defensive reflex. But the machine showed no sign of relenting.
Worse still.
A slight breeze brushed against her feet.
She instinctively looked down and felt her stomach knot.
Her elegant heels, so gracefully perched on her slender feet, had just been delicately removed by two metal clamps. Her nylon stockings stretched over her hypersensitive soles, a futile protection against what she already sensed was coming.
— N-No...! Hhhhnn—aaah, let me go!
Another mechanical arm slowly descended.
VonTicklet watched her with barely concealed avidity.
Veronica tried to tuck her feet under the chair, but the subtle restraints around her ankles prevented her from escaping.
Then...
The first touch on her arch.
Her reaction was immediate.
— HHHHHAHAHAHAHA ! NOONONOHOOO !!
Her feet convulsed, her toes desperately trying to curl, but the machine adapted. Each movement, each spasm was followed, each attempt to flee countered.
— NOOOOHAHAHAHAHA PAHAHAS MEHEHEHEDS !!
VonTicklet tilted his head slightly, observing each jerk.
— But look at those little feet squirming...
The mechanical fingers whirled with infernal precision.
They explored every fold, every crevice, lingered on the tendons taut from laughter, and moved up to the base of her toes imprisoned in nylon.
And Veronica, unable to control herself, laughed until her voice was hoarse.
— HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA !! NOOOOHOHOHOH !!
She struggled, but her body trembled under the relentless waves of tickles. Her hips twisted, her back arched, every nerve on high alert.
VonTicklet took a few slow steps around her, savoring the spectacle.
— It seems you're enjoying yourself, Veronica...
She couldn't even respond. Her head tossed back and forth, her thighs rubbing nervously, seeking support that didn't exist.
Then, another adjustment.
The tickles redoubled in intensity.
Her feet were besieged, infernal tingles running up to her trembling calves. Her ribs became the playground for an army of tireless fingers.
And her laughter, hysterical, out of control, rang out like an exquisite melody.
— HHHHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA !!!
Her laughter, as uncontrollable as it was, still held a note of protest, as if she wanted to believe she still had some control. But her body said otherwise.
Her chest heaved violently, compressed in her tight white blouse. Her legs trembled, the skin of her thighs quivering under the silk of her stockings. And above all, her feet convulsed, desperately trying to escape the infernal caresses raining down on them.
VonTicklet observed each spasm, each reaction, adjusting the machine with malicious pleasure.
— Veronica, Veronica... You should stop struggling.
She shook her head frantically, unable to string together a coherent sentence.
— HhhnnnnnahaHAHAHA !! NOOHOHOHOO NOHOT.. !!
The machine had targeted her feet, increasing the intensity perversely.
Skillful fingers now ran along her arches, traced maddening circles, and moved up the fine tendons of her ankles. But the real torture, the thing that drove her mad, was the sensations on her toes imprisoned in nylon.
The thin fabric amplified each caress, turning every touch into an electric wave that shot up to her clenched stomach.
Veronica couldn't take it anymore.
— HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA !! NOT THE TOOOOOES !!
Her toes spread and clenched nervously, imprisoned by the restraints, while the instruments lingered there with delight. Small vibrating tips came to rest just under the pads of her toes, their slow and methodical tickles wrenching a broken scream from her.
— AHAHAHAHAHA PLEASEEEEE !!
But the Doctor had no mercy. He knelt beside her, placed a hand on her trembling ankle.
— So much resistance... when your body is begging to be taken care of.
Veronica gasped between bursts of laughter, her mind on fire. She didn't even know where to turn. Her feet betrayed her, offering themselves to the machine despite her will. Her hips swayed, seeking a way to escape the intensifying stimulations. And now, the machine expanded its reach.
A pair of mechanical hands slowly ascended. First, they grazed her calves, brushing against the silk of her stockings with an irritating softness. Then, they moved up her thighs, tickling the skin through the taut fabric. She trembled violently, her legs instinctively clenching together.
— Hhhhnnnoohohohahahahahaa NO NO NO NOT THERE!!
VonTicklet turned a knob, and the hands became more playful. They pressed lightly on the inside of her thighs, just enough to trigger a new wave of convulsions.
— Are you afraid of what you're feeling, Veronica?
She tried to shake her head, to protest, but the words wouldn't come. Only her uncontrollable laughter echoed under the metallic ceiling of the laboratory. A new shiver ran through her as fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt. The Doctor watched her parted lips and erratic breathing closely. She's tipping over, he thought, she already feels the difference. The resistance is crumbling.
He gave a discreet signal to the machine, and the hands slid under the fabric. Veronica immediately gasped, feeling the fingers against the bare skin of her thighs. Her laughter broke, interspersed with trembling breaths.
— HhhahhhahAHAHA noooooo not under the... not under the skiiirt!!
But the hands did not retreat. They slowly ascended, tracing unbearable lines on her hypersensitive thighs, lingering just beneath the edge of her stockings, flirting with the forbidden. The tickles were already unbearable, but now they were becoming wicked. As Veronica struggled to catch her breath, trying to escape the teasing fingers playing with her thighs, a different shiver ran through her.
At that very moment, her ribs were freed from the fabric covering them. The mechanical hands that had been tormenting her sides had unbuttoned the first buttons of her blouse with surgical precision, gently opening the taut fabric over her heaving chest. VonTicklet was delighted.
— Ooooh... What a magnificent sight.
His gaze lingered on Veronica's quivering flesh, exposed without barriers. Her ample bosom undulated with her laughter, her breasts bouncing slightly, molded in a cream-colored lace bra, barely sufficient to contain their generosity. The inquisitive hands wasted no time. Now freed from the fabric, their agile fingers slipped under the bra, grazing the contours of her breasts. Veronica jolted violently, a stifled moan escaping between bursts of laughter.
— HhhhhAHHAHAHAH NOOHOHOHON NOT THERE!!
The teasing fingers traced infernal arabesques on the ultra-sensitive skin of her sides, grazing the full bases of her breasts, slowly ascending towards her nipples, hardened by the tickles and diffuse pleasure. Her shoulders convulsed, her hands clenched on the armrests, desperately trying to push away what wasn't there. Meanwhile, the tickles on her thighs became more insistent. The hands slid higher, their mischievous fingers grazing the quivering skin beneath the hem of her stockings. Just at the edge. Just at the border of her panties.
Veronica gasped, her legs instinctively clenching together, but the expert fingers did not relent. They danced on the bare skin of her inner thighs, tracing unbearable arabesques, making every muscle tremble. Her laughter was now choppy, interspersed with feverish little moans.
— Hhhnnn—hihihAHHAHA—n-noo—ahh—p-please... not... there—!!
She no longer knew if she was laughing or moaning. But the worst... The worst was what was happening to her feet. For a moment, the tickles had ceased, giving her a moment of respite, which should have been a blessing. But it was worse than anything. Because now, she didn't know when they would return. And they returned in a much crueler way. The silence was worse than the torture. The fingers no longer moved, suspended a few millimeters from her taut skin under the nylon. They waited.
Veronica couldn't do the same. Her heart was pounding, every muscle in her legs tensing under the invisible threat. Her mind raced, trying to guess where, when, how... The heel? The arch? Under the toes? When will it strike?! Then... nothing. A few more seconds. Her feet were now trembling on their own, her toes clenching in anxiety... Maybe—
ZZZT!!!
"HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAA!!"
The shock exploded under her little right toe. Her entire foot convulsed as if she had just stepped on an electric wire. But it was over in a fraction of a second. Just a jolt. Just a shock. Just... the first. A tiny electric shock ran through her right toe, jerking her uncontrollably.
— HHHNNNAAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA!!
And then nothing. Silence. She tried to calm her breathing... But she couldn't prepare herself.
ZZZT!!
This time, it was the base of her left heel that received the shock, an exquisite electric pinch, perfectly dosed to trigger a spasm. Her feet flailed, trying to escape, but it was impossible.
— HAAAAAHHHHAAHAHAH NAAAHHHH!!
Dr. VonTicklet was having a blast watching her lose her footing, literally and metaphorically. He crossed his arms, observing every jerk.
— These little shocks... they must be unbearable, right?
Veronica couldn't even respond, too busy gasping, laughing, and choking under the assaults. And the machine continued its unpredictable torment.
— ZZZT!!
The tip of a mechanical finger released a shock on her left little toe, a point of absurd sensitivity. She screamed in surprise, her back arching violently against the chair. The shocks came from anywhere, anytime, changing positions, varying in intensity. Sometimes on a single toe, sometimes under the arch, sometimes at the heel. And between each shock, the unbearable wait. Veronica couldn't take it anymore, her mind unable to anticipate.
— AHHAHAHHAHAHA I-I'M GOING TO GO—CRAZY!!
But VonTicklet knew she didn't want it to stop. He saw the moisture on her skin, the uncontrollable shivers running through her, the way her body trembled with a new form of excitement. With a precise gesture, VonTicklet turned a knob on the control panel. A metallic click sounded... and everything changed instantly. Until then, Veronica had been enduring, struggling, fighting against the cruel tickles, her body saturated with shivers and spasms. But now... Now, it was something else.
A new wave of sensations suddenly washed over her. It wasn't just her feet receiving those unpredictable electric shocks. Suddenly, the mechanical hands on her ribs, those playing with her breasts, and a new hand, placed directly on her panties, joined the infernal dance.
ZZZT!!
A brutal shock on her right nipple.
— HHHHAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHHHAAA!!
She arched violently, her back leaving the chair, her thighs trembling in panic under the assault, as unbearable as it was delicious. Then another... On the left nipple this time.
— AAHHAHAHHAH NOOOOHHHAHAH NOT THERE!!
She panicked, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hardened under the sudden electric stimulations. VonTicklet chuckled, savoring the changes in her facial expressions. He loved seeing her pleading eyes, her furrowed brows in confusion, her trembling lips, her mind blurred between torture and pleasure. And then, between her legs... The shock took her breath away. A burning jolt, a flash of forbidden pleasure, an intense pinch that gripped her belly tighter than any tickle. Her cry of surprise mixed with a choked laugh, broken, almost a sob.
She arched, her wrists desperately pulling on her restraints. Her thighs quivered on their own, as if her own body was betraying her. Not there not there not there not there—
ZZZT!!
"AHHHNNNHHHHAAAHAHHAHAHAAA!!"
Another spasm. This time, her hips jerked on their own, her legs twisting in vain, seeking non-existent support. But it wasn't just a struggle. It was a purely animal reaction. Dr. VonTicklet didn't miss a thing. His smile widened as he watched Veronica react like a bitch in heat, unable to control her own urges.
— NOOOON NOOOHOHHOHOHOHHAHAHAAA!!
She shook, but her pelvis responded differently, an uncontrollable contraction that betrayed the indecent wave of pleasure that had infiltrated her nerves. She no longer knew where to turn. Her nipples were subjected to sudden electric pinches, making her heavy breasts tremble. Her ribs and belly were harassed by perfidious little shocks, between tickles and pinches, driving her completely mad. And her panties...
Each shock on the fabric sent a jolt to her clitoris, the heat between her legs becoming unbearable.
ZZZT!!
Under her right foot.
ZZZT!!
On her left breast.
ZZZT!!
Between her legs.
— AHHHHHHHAAAHHAHAHHAHHH!!
She gasped, her chest rising rapidly, her skin drenched in sweat, her hips desperately trying to escape and ask for more at the same time. VonTicklet, his eyes gleaming, rested his chin on his fist, contemplating his prey.
— Tell me, Veronica...
He saw her shiver, completely caught in the gears, her body responding to the stimulations against her will. She weakly shook her head, as if to deny what was happening. VonTicklet smiled and turned the knob again. And hell became heaven.
— AAAHHHAHAHAAH AHHHHHHNNHHH!!
She wanted to believe it was just a physical reaction, a simple uncontrollable reflex. But then why was her belly knotting with that strange warmth? Why were her thighs trembling as much as her laughter? No... it's not pleasure. It's not pleasure... But her body was lying to her. Her hips instinctively sought to escape the caresses... or perhaps to prolong them. And when a small electric shock pinched the taut skin of her right breast, a shiver ran through her so deeply that she let out a choked moan. A wet, hungry sound that made her blush with shame.
ZZZT!!
A shock directly on her right nipple, then on her left. Her breasts bounced under the impact, her nipples taut and throbbing under the intensity of the stimulations.
— AHHH HAHAHHAHA AHHNNHHH OOOHHH!!
Her body convulsed, her skin drenched in sweat, her muscles tetanized under the relentless assaults of the mechanical hands. Each electric caress on her ribs and belly tore screams of laughter from her, her hypersensitive skin unable to bear this exquisite torture any longer. But the worst... The hand between her legs. It was still there, caressing, grazing, trapping her intimacy in a whirlwind of sensations.
ZZZT!!
A pulse against her soaked fabric, directly on her swollen clitoris.
— AAAAHHHNNHHH HAHAHAHA AHHHHH OOOOHHH!!
Her pelvis jerked violently, her back arched, and her body completely abandoned her.
— NNHHH HAHAHHAHAH AHHHH OHHH IT'S IT'S TOO MUCH !!!
Her clenched hands, her trembling thighs, her contracted belly, everything in her was a bomb ready to explode. VonTicklet smiled, his eyes fixed on his offered victim, his thumb playing with the knob.
— You're going to come, Veronica.
Her mad laughter intertwined with the humiliated moans of the woman caught in the perfect trap.
— NNHHH—AHHHAHHAHAHAHA NOOOON!!
But her body said otherwise. Each shock under her feet made her jump, her heel seeking non-existent support, her foot clenched, her big toe trembling with anticipation. Each tremble of her breasts, each point of contact on her hardened nipples, worsened her state, pushing her deeper into the inevitable. And finally, the hand on her panties gave one last shock, more powerful, deeper, crueler.
— AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
She exploded in spasms, her belly hollowed out violently, her pelvis lifted, her fingers clenched in the void. A torrent of uncontrollable pleasure tore a piercing cry from her, a mix of ecstasy, shame, and absolute submission.
— HAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHNNHHHHH OOOOOOOOOHHH—!!!
Her laughter died in a gasp, her body jerking with spasms, her intimacy pulsing under the orgasm that saturated her nerves. VonTicklet turned off the machines. The hands stilled, the tickles ceased, the shocks dissipated. Her body was a puppet without strings, disjointed, emptied, offered. Her mouth was slightly open, letting out a last weak, broken, almost idiotic laugh. Her thighs still trembled, her burning and damp skin glistened under the laboratory light. And between them, her sex still pulsed with the remnants of the orgasm that had annihilated her.
She tried to speak... but her tongue was heavy, numb. Her gaze met Dr. VonTicklet's.
No... he can't see me like this... Not like this…
But he was already staring at her. His satisfied smile, his gaze burning with intelligence.
A faint laugh, weak and exhausted, still escaped her slightly parted lips.
— Hhhnnnh… ahh… ahaha… ooooh… ahahah…
VonTicklet approached, caressing the burning cheek of his new assistant.
— So, Veronica…
He leaned in close to her ear, whispering each word with delight.
— Shall we meet again tomorrow?
