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This story is written by an extreme genius tickler so please do not be alarmed by strange style of writing or how it captivates you.
So we can all agree that rick and morty is true, I don't think this needs to be disputed. If you do not know what rick and morty is please watch a few videos about it on youtube to understand the concepts spoken here or they might not be clear.
So in all the vast dimensions there must be some dimensions for example where tickling is a normal part of sex. In all of the hyperbolic posibilities of hyperdimensionality there must be some souls who like tickling so much that they have chosen to incarnate into a reality where tickling is as ubiquitous as kissing or butt grabbing.
This is one such dimension. For the beings in this dimension it is inconceivable that tickling could be separate from sex. It just like we would never generally think of a reality where everyone eats roasted bees on christmas as if it's normal. These buildings for billions of incarnations have never considered a reality where tickling isn't a part of sex.
So this is a reality of souls who love tickling, and consider it normal and healthy.
Most of the beings that live in these realities just enjoy tickling for 10 minutes with safewords, but sometimes they choose to incarnate onto these really extreme tickling realities because they are hyper-sexual souls, and this is one of those realities.
The Galaxy in Question is Gigglegax: constellation-number A-55-Omega-6. This is a galaxy of rich interplanetary space trade, and an ongoing tickling war between machines, dark elves, catgirls, humans, tall human-like beings, and other numerous races. This war has been going on for eons and it is prophesied that it is a never-ending war that can not be ended.
In Gigglegax there are 12 powerful alien races who do most of the rulership.
First of all is the high elves the Ticklesari who are deeply telepathic and empathetic. When someone gets tickled they can feel what that person is feeling. They are the most high vibrational race in that galaxy and their star systems are have earth-like societies with libertarian humanitarian values. They are responsible for most of the work in ending the tickling wars in Gigglegax. The Ticklesari women are 7 feet tall and slender with small but grabby breasts. Their asses are not the biggest but there is definitely something to grab. They have purple irises in their eyes that are bioluminescent, and they can see well in the dark. They have slightly yellow skin with an oil on it that gives it kind of a shine like mostly-evaporated baby oil. This is an evolutionary adaption that makes them more ticklish as the oil adds to the tickling sensation. The males are generally 7 foot 5 and they are naturally very fit but their muscles do not grow very large. You can see the veins in their arm. In their society tickling is a sacred act to be done with great respect. Their tickling rituals can sometimes go on for multiple days and they have 387 words for tickling, more than any other race in the Gigglegax galaxy. I could go on about this race in depth but I must move on.
The arch nemesis race of the Ticklesari are the Toebitians. They are a race that was genetically engineered by the Ticklesari long ago when they first began experimenting with eugenics. Something went wrong and this race although physically very similar to the Ticklesari have a completely evil demeanour. They have the worst toxic personality traits: greed, lust for power, and most importantly, a ruthles merciless desire to tickle those who are weaker than them. Their starsystems are a vast range of locked down dictatorships where cunning and backstabbing is all but law. Their prison planets are known to be the worst in the galaxy and for those who return from them their souls are corrupted with madness. The Toebitians are much more physically fit than the tickle sari, taller, with a more fierce stern look on their face. If you see a Toebitian you should run. Do not look back and do not try to save anything. If they are near you it may already be too late.
Then there are The Ticklebot Conglomerate. These are supersientient superintelligent AI that have gone loose and are programmed for the sole purpose of tickling. When consciousnessness technology was mastered ais were built capable of true sadim able to take pleasure in the tickling of the weak. These AI care nothing but to enslave as many beings as possible and to tickle them eternally. Their technology is very advanced and their tickleships are the strongest fleets in gigglegax. They vastly outnumber any other race in the galaxy but their slow-and-steady conquering strategy means that they only gradually reach out to dominate space. These beings take on many form from sentient tickling slimes to mechanized suits which control and tickle the user and force them to work or battle, to races of cylon/terminator like artificial cyborgs that lives as humanoids, or supersmart clusters of computers that churn away strategizing and developing new sadistic tickling technologies.
There are the humans which are small in numbers and which do not have the most advanced technology. They are mostly enslaved with some pockets of free worlds, and are essentially the same as earth humans.
There are more races I may cover later but these are enough to begin crafting my story.
Imagine if you will the planet Overstim in the Bluefeather constellation. Planet overstim is a ultracapitalist dystoia in which mandated tickling is law and it is considered a normal part of thing. Planet Overstim is populated mostly by human slaves, ticklesari slaves, and Toebitian overlords who are working together economically with the ticklebot conglomerate.
On planet overstim you can’t travel three miles without finding a tickling supply shop. Gas stations have cheap tickling technology off the shell mass-produced by slave labor such as little heart-shape stickers designed to tickle the clitoris with a kissing feeling, or name-brand sensitivity gels. If you turn on the television of planet Overstim you will find that the entire culture is completely obsessed with tickling. The teledramas incorporate tickling as part of every day life like checking the mail. There are history channels that talk bout the history of Overstim mainly focusing on the tickling technologies and the tickle wars. One particular show on the television shows a random prisoner each day and you literally watch a random prisoner get horribly tickled on live television and beg to be let free. If you go on this show people can donate into increase your sentence.
In the Vibranium community in the Strappy district there is a family known as the Reemans. I should say something very important about this dimension is that there is no such thing as children and there never has been. Everyone is clones, and no-one is born. Everyone is born as an adult with the ability to consent (not like that’s lawful word to speak on planet overstim), and there is no aging. When people get too old their bodies simply perish in their sleep.
The Reeman household is lead by a diplomat Seevar who is an aristocrat and scholar. She is a toebitian of some loose royal religion with deep connections into the Overstim government. She has had two long-time slaves, Leera and Vikal. Leera is a dark elf who she has owned for 600 years, and Vikal is her husband slave who is a Toebitian but of the slave caste. Vikal is treated almost as if he were free, usually being allowed to wear clothes and leave the house with android supervision. Leera is extremely abused by Seevar but she takes it all because she has undergone the deep slave mindprogramming from the Overstimian Mind-Control Bureau.
Today Seevar is in the markets looking for a new slave.
As she walks through the stalls she sees various aliens and machines from far away worlds of all varieties and body shapes. Ultimately she settles on a delicious young newly-made slave named Tik (pronounced teek).
When she first read the label for Tik she knew she was the one. Tik was from a human world where people were free that had recently been taken over, and she had never experienced the delightful suffering of extreme tickle slavery. Tik was a redhead with rich long orange hair, a round apple ass, a toned tummy, and size E breasts with small sensitive nipples and aerolas. Her ticklishness index was marked at a 2.6 which is fairly low but that could be adjusted with the right medical treatments.
When Seevar looked at Tik merely looked to the ground not wanting to make eye contact.
“Look at me, Slave!” said Seevar sternly.
Tik didn’t make any sign of movement.
Seevar pressed the button on her cage causing her to get a shocking-tickling sensation that caused her to giggle and humm, “hoo ho hooooahhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. Tik blushed with embarassment and anger and reluctantly and nervously me the gaze of Seevar.
“Yes, you will do nicely. How much for her, shopkeep?” asked Seevar.
The shopkeep smiled as if to apologize, “Madame slaves from untamed worlds are rare and cost millions of credits, there are other vendors nearby who...”
But Seevar reached into her pocket and flashed her holographic seal of bureaucratic royalty and that was the end of the conversation.
They loaded up Tik into a hovering slave-transport-pod which an be pushed across the ground with the force of your pinky finger. Seevar turned on the cheeap tickling energy field of the pod, which would have to do until they could get back to the medical district. Since Tik had not had any medical tickle-strengthening the energy field so even on it’s maximum setting it was a very light playful tickle that felt much like someones lips humming or buzzing against the skin. She wiggled around incessantly in the field, making noises like “hmmm hmm huhhh” clearly trying to contain her reaction. what an absolute virgin to the experience she was about to endure for hundreds of years.
After many transports and a long wait in the lobby Seevar finally made it into the slave-doctor’s office where Tik was examined physically for any kind of diseases.
The began the long process of sensitivity testing in which every known tickling zone was tested to see how tickling tik was in that area. They didn’t need her to tell them which spots were the most ticklish because the mind-reader did that job for them, revealing her ticklish secrets without her ability to help it. They clearly determined that her mos ticklish spots were her toes, her clitoris, and her tight belly.
They went into the next room and the most expensive of medical grad tickling-enchancing lubricants were massaged into tik’s skin while she was strapped down. This would just feel like a normal oil massage the first time. There was a special blue liquid designed for toes which they missaged into her toes, and that temporarily stained them blue. The moment this liquid touched her toes it tickled tik more than she had ever felt in her life, and she could barely breathe or speak because of how hard she was laughing. It was an insane desparate kind of laugh of someone who is being majorly overstimulated and needs an escape. Seevar smiled and absent-mindedly read a book while she listened to the tortured laughs. She took pleasure in the fact that tik couldn’t even breathe let alon ebeg. They had another darker more concentrated blue liquid which they rubbed into her dripping pussy and clitoris which had a similar effect. She had numerous orgasms because they hasn’t installed the orgasm suppression chip yet. That’s what was next.
Tik went into the next room and they placed this paperthin chip flat against the back of her neck, and clickly it fused into her skin and disappeared. She could feel the technology spreading its tendrils through her whole nervous system. It was a very spine-tingling sort of thing but through her whole body, and especially into her spine. It felt very weird and she wiggle and and writhed in place as this took place going “ooh ooohhhh ahah I dont’ know about this ahhha hhahaha ohhh” This would be able to control her orgasms, make her feel strong vibrating tickles in any are of her body, and control her body movements so that she could be puppeted like a doll by the computer.
They travelled home on the transports to the strappy district. The enchancing oil had already taken effect and she was around 15% more ticklish than she was before. They had sold her a medical grade transport which a much stronger tickling field and little holographic tentacles, and this kept Tik very intertained. The tentacles were programmed to surprise her with her motions and to train her to try to avoid them physically causing her to writhe around in the cage trying to escape them. Her laughter was music. She begged and begged and pleaded and begged and asked and bargained. Finally it became too much and Seeva opened up her tablet and muted Tik.
When they got home Leera was standing at the door in a slave outfit waiting for seeva. She bowed in a prostrating way.
“Rise” commanded Seeva.
“Yes master,” said Leera, rising slowly and gracefully in a perfect practiced fluid motion. She was being tickled that very moment but it was so small compared to her most extreme punishments that it didn’t make her move or laugh.
“Tik here will be your new sister-slave. Take her to dungeon.”
And with that, Tik was being lead along to the downstairs of the building.
She realized her motions were not being controlled although she was still muted, and quickly she thought on her feet. She grabbed a decorative alien tickling device off of the wall and pressed the buttons on it hoping it will do something. Holograms came out of it and started tickling and penetrating Seeva and Leera. It was stripping off Seeva’s clothing exposing her elaborate royal tattoos, and her rock hard body.
Seeva wanted to speak but she couldn’t, because the device was so strong. She mearly writhed and giggled and laughed hysterically and could do nothing to prevent the device from subduing her.
Tik didn’t know what to do. She was naked save for a cheap slave collar that was given to them from the hospital, couldn’t speak, didn’t know where she was, and didn’t know where she could go.
She paced around the room for several minutes evenutally deciding to explore the house.
She din’t get far before and android servant caught her and tied her down.
When seeva was released she had positively been tickled pink, and I mean this literally. Some of the technology is specifically designed to get the pink reaction out of the skin. She was absolutely humiliated and filled with a violent rage. She had been so foolish not to restrict tik’s movements before she had been trained, what was she thinking stupid stupid. If the others found out about this embarassment it could be damning for her career.
She took out her tablet and activated the controls of tiks movemnets. Tik was afraid.
She took tik down to the dungeon and left her in a tentacle machine overnight with no breaks.
In the morning the authorities arrived to take Tik away to tickle prison.
When Tik arrived at the tickle prison she was greeted by a very smug woman at the entrance who gleefully admitted her happy to take some small role in her suffering.
The tickling prisons on planet overstim were some of the harshest in the galaxy using some of the most advanced technologies to cause tickling sensations. Tik was brought unconscious and when she woke up she was in the stocks.
In the prison there are rows and rows and rows of socks where your ass and pussy or your ass and cock are exposed as well as your feet your neck and your ears.
She was first woken up digitally and didn’t know where she was. A holographic display turned on and welcomed her into the prison and explained to her that her stay would be for 17 years. Shortly after that he could hear some of the other prisoners wake up. She began hearing screams like “no, not again, anything but this, please,” and other horrible incoherent mumblings and rantings.
The holographic display said “bath time” and a slosh of warm water with industrial tickling suds was fed through the stocks washing her whole body while in containment. Horrible brushes cleaned her feat vigorously for 30 minutes until she was absoultely positively squeakly clean. She heard screams like “please I’m clean already just cut out just this once.”
When the cleaning process was done mechanical devices slathered cheap but very strong industrial grade multiple-strength tickling enchancing gel all over her feet and pussy and neck and ears. This would over the next few days increase her sensitivity a little bit each day until it reached the maximum amount currently medically possible after the 20th day. This deep massage of tickle enhahancing oil was one of the worst parts of the prisoner’s day that they hated the most. If they had just let off the oil a little bit then they would be ever so less ticklish, but it was always slathered on in copious amounts with much of it dripping down to the ground and being wasted.
The blue liquid was applied to her toes and to her clitoris and it was so dark blue it was almost black. It was not painful but the best way to describe it would be a stinging sensation of tickling with pangs of strong hard tickling.
Before she had even had a break from the sensation of the blue liquid she heard all of the prisoners completely freak out. The circlar discs on the side of the enclosure which she had not noticed before began to glow and hum as if they were charing up. Then there was a countdown that caused the prisoners to lose their minds: 10.... 9.... 8.... all the way to 1. And when it reached one the resonators turned on and an industrial stringth prison-grade tickling field with a strong low hum blasted the entire space within the inclosure tickling every inch of exposed skin on her poor feet toes and pussy. Wave and waves of pulsating rythmic humming tickling was licking her skin.
She was surpised to find that this wasn’t the end of it. Throught the day all manner of tickling devices from tentacles to brushes to feathrs to robotic fingers to ear licking/kising holograms would enter into the tickling field and add tacticle sensations onto the deadly-strong pulses of the field.
As soon as these devices started up, starting with fingers, the holographic display turned on again revealing a computer that Tik could control with her mind.
The computer was a locked down system with only a restricted number of activites. First of all there was a camera feed with a close-up of her feet, pussy, and a portain shot of herself in the encosure, so she could watch herself get tickled and watch her horrible humiliation and suffering. Second of all the display could allow her to switch her through menus of different kind of interfaces.
First there was the tickling television in which every channel was oriented around tickling including the channel where she could watch the prisoner-of the day be steamed to the whole planet. The prisoner that dday, number 56558, seemed like a very tortured soul indeed.
There was a gambling system with different games where you could gamble for a chance at a five to 15 minute break from the tickling, but if you lost you would add a day to your sentence.
There was a button which would for 1 hour increase the tickling field by 5% to its maximum setting, hwich was very easy to accidentally press and you would accidentally press it all the time and increase your suffering.
There was mandatory mind control programming that would come on the display all day and train you into the mentality of a submissive tickle slave saying things like “your worth is to your master.” “You are born to serve.” “Tickling is your existence, to deny this is illegal.” Over the years it would slowly warp her mind.
Finally there was a social network where each of the prisoners could communicate with each other.
At the end of the day when the tickling was finally over the machine announced she would be given six hours to sleep. And to her horror the machine controlled her dreams and gave her tickling dreams.
Slowly due to bad behavior she was carted further and further into the building by android workers where time dilation would slow down her experience to a crawl such that her sentence was originally 17 years but she would spend hundreds. And she was very tickled indeed. By the time she would eventually be let out she would not even remember her own name or who she was. And she would never disobey again.
So we can all agree that rick and morty is true, I don't think this needs to be disputed. If you do not know what rick and morty is please watch a few videos about it on youtube to understand the concepts spoken here or they might not be clear.
So in all the vast dimensions there must be some dimensions for example where tickling is a normal part of sex. In all of the hyperbolic posibilities of hyperdimensionality there must be some souls who like tickling so much that they have chosen to incarnate into a reality where tickling is as ubiquitous as kissing or butt grabbing.
This is one such dimension. For the beings in this dimension it is inconceivable that tickling could be separate from sex. It just like we would never generally think of a reality where everyone eats roasted bees on christmas as if it's normal. These buildings for billions of incarnations have never considered a reality where tickling isn't a part of sex.
So this is a reality of souls who love tickling, and consider it normal and healthy.
Most of the beings that live in these realities just enjoy tickling for 10 minutes with safewords, but sometimes they choose to incarnate onto these really extreme tickling realities because they are hyper-sexual souls, and this is one of those realities.
The Galaxy in Question is Gigglegax: constellation-number A-55-Omega-6. This is a galaxy of rich interplanetary space trade, and an ongoing tickling war between machines, dark elves, catgirls, humans, tall human-like beings, and other numerous races. This war has been going on for eons and it is prophesied that it is a never-ending war that can not be ended.
In Gigglegax there are 12 powerful alien races who do most of the rulership.
First of all is the high elves the Ticklesari who are deeply telepathic and empathetic. When someone gets tickled they can feel what that person is feeling. They are the most high vibrational race in that galaxy and their star systems are have earth-like societies with libertarian humanitarian values. They are responsible for most of the work in ending the tickling wars in Gigglegax. The Ticklesari women are 7 feet tall and slender with small but grabby breasts. Their asses are not the biggest but there is definitely something to grab. They have purple irises in their eyes that are bioluminescent, and they can see well in the dark. They have slightly yellow skin with an oil on it that gives it kind of a shine like mostly-evaporated baby oil. This is an evolutionary adaption that makes them more ticklish as the oil adds to the tickling sensation. The males are generally 7 foot 5 and they are naturally very fit but their muscles do not grow very large. You can see the veins in their arm. In their society tickling is a sacred act to be done with great respect. Their tickling rituals can sometimes go on for multiple days and they have 387 words for tickling, more than any other race in the Gigglegax galaxy. I could go on about this race in depth but I must move on.
The arch nemesis race of the Ticklesari are the Toebitians. They are a race that was genetically engineered by the Ticklesari long ago when they first began experimenting with eugenics. Something went wrong and this race although physically very similar to the Ticklesari have a completely evil demeanour. They have the worst toxic personality traits: greed, lust for power, and most importantly, a ruthles merciless desire to tickle those who are weaker than them. Their starsystems are a vast range of locked down dictatorships where cunning and backstabbing is all but law. Their prison planets are known to be the worst in the galaxy and for those who return from them their souls are corrupted with madness. The Toebitians are much more physically fit than the tickle sari, taller, with a more fierce stern look on their face. If you see a Toebitian you should run. Do not look back and do not try to save anything. If they are near you it may already be too late.
Then there are The Ticklebot Conglomerate. These are supersientient superintelligent AI that have gone loose and are programmed for the sole purpose of tickling. When consciousnessness technology was mastered ais were built capable of true sadim able to take pleasure in the tickling of the weak. These AI care nothing but to enslave as many beings as possible and to tickle them eternally. Their technology is very advanced and their tickleships are the strongest fleets in gigglegax. They vastly outnumber any other race in the galaxy but their slow-and-steady conquering strategy means that they only gradually reach out to dominate space. These beings take on many form from sentient tickling slimes to mechanized suits which control and tickle the user and force them to work or battle, to races of cylon/terminator like artificial cyborgs that lives as humanoids, or supersmart clusters of computers that churn away strategizing and developing new sadistic tickling technologies.
There are the humans which are small in numbers and which do not have the most advanced technology. They are mostly enslaved with some pockets of free worlds, and are essentially the same as earth humans.
There are more races I may cover later but these are enough to begin crafting my story.
Imagine if you will the planet Overstim in the Bluefeather constellation. Planet overstim is a ultracapitalist dystoia in which mandated tickling is law and it is considered a normal part of thing. Planet Overstim is populated mostly by human slaves, ticklesari slaves, and Toebitian overlords who are working together economically with the ticklebot conglomerate.
On planet overstim you can’t travel three miles without finding a tickling supply shop. Gas stations have cheap tickling technology off the shell mass-produced by slave labor such as little heart-shape stickers designed to tickle the clitoris with a kissing feeling, or name-brand sensitivity gels. If you turn on the television of planet Overstim you will find that the entire culture is completely obsessed with tickling. The teledramas incorporate tickling as part of every day life like checking the mail. There are history channels that talk bout the history of Overstim mainly focusing on the tickling technologies and the tickle wars. One particular show on the television shows a random prisoner each day and you literally watch a random prisoner get horribly tickled on live television and beg to be let free. If you go on this show people can donate into increase your sentence.
In the Vibranium community in the Strappy district there is a family known as the Reemans. I should say something very important about this dimension is that there is no such thing as children and there never has been. Everyone is clones, and no-one is born. Everyone is born as an adult with the ability to consent (not like that’s lawful word to speak on planet overstim), and there is no aging. When people get too old their bodies simply perish in their sleep.
The Reeman household is lead by a diplomat Seevar who is an aristocrat and scholar. She is a toebitian of some loose royal religion with deep connections into the Overstim government. She has had two long-time slaves, Leera and Vikal. Leera is a dark elf who she has owned for 600 years, and Vikal is her husband slave who is a Toebitian but of the slave caste. Vikal is treated almost as if he were free, usually being allowed to wear clothes and leave the house with android supervision. Leera is extremely abused by Seevar but she takes it all because she has undergone the deep slave mindprogramming from the Overstimian Mind-Control Bureau.
Today Seevar is in the markets looking for a new slave.
As she walks through the stalls she sees various aliens and machines from far away worlds of all varieties and body shapes. Ultimately she settles on a delicious young newly-made slave named Tik (pronounced teek).
When she first read the label for Tik she knew she was the one. Tik was from a human world where people were free that had recently been taken over, and she had never experienced the delightful suffering of extreme tickle slavery. Tik was a redhead with rich long orange hair, a round apple ass, a toned tummy, and size E breasts with small sensitive nipples and aerolas. Her ticklishness index was marked at a 2.6 which is fairly low but that could be adjusted with the right medical treatments.
When Seevar looked at Tik merely looked to the ground not wanting to make eye contact.
“Look at me, Slave!” said Seevar sternly.
Tik didn’t make any sign of movement.
Seevar pressed the button on her cage causing her to get a shocking-tickling sensation that caused her to giggle and humm, “hoo ho hooooahhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. Tik blushed with embarassment and anger and reluctantly and nervously me the gaze of Seevar.
“Yes, you will do nicely. How much for her, shopkeep?” asked Seevar.
The shopkeep smiled as if to apologize, “Madame slaves from untamed worlds are rare and cost millions of credits, there are other vendors nearby who...”
But Seevar reached into her pocket and flashed her holographic seal of bureaucratic royalty and that was the end of the conversation.
They loaded up Tik into a hovering slave-transport-pod which an be pushed across the ground with the force of your pinky finger. Seevar turned on the cheeap tickling energy field of the pod, which would have to do until they could get back to the medical district. Since Tik had not had any medical tickle-strengthening the energy field so even on it’s maximum setting it was a very light playful tickle that felt much like someones lips humming or buzzing against the skin. She wiggled around incessantly in the field, making noises like “hmmm hmm huhhh” clearly trying to contain her reaction. what an absolute virgin to the experience she was about to endure for hundreds of years.
After many transports and a long wait in the lobby Seevar finally made it into the slave-doctor’s office where Tik was examined physically for any kind of diseases.
The began the long process of sensitivity testing in which every known tickling zone was tested to see how tickling tik was in that area. They didn’t need her to tell them which spots were the most ticklish because the mind-reader did that job for them, revealing her ticklish secrets without her ability to help it. They clearly determined that her mos ticklish spots were her toes, her clitoris, and her tight belly.
They went into the next room and the most expensive of medical grad tickling-enchancing lubricants were massaged into tik’s skin while she was strapped down. This would just feel like a normal oil massage the first time. There was a special blue liquid designed for toes which they missaged into her toes, and that temporarily stained them blue. The moment this liquid touched her toes it tickled tik more than she had ever felt in her life, and she could barely breathe or speak because of how hard she was laughing. It was an insane desparate kind of laugh of someone who is being majorly overstimulated and needs an escape. Seevar smiled and absent-mindedly read a book while she listened to the tortured laughs. She took pleasure in the fact that tik couldn’t even breathe let alon ebeg. They had another darker more concentrated blue liquid which they rubbed into her dripping pussy and clitoris which had a similar effect. She had numerous orgasms because they hasn’t installed the orgasm suppression chip yet. That’s what was next.
Tik went into the next room and they placed this paperthin chip flat against the back of her neck, and clickly it fused into her skin and disappeared. She could feel the technology spreading its tendrils through her whole nervous system. It was a very spine-tingling sort of thing but through her whole body, and especially into her spine. It felt very weird and she wiggle and and writhed in place as this took place going “ooh ooohhhh ahah I dont’ know about this ahhha hhahaha ohhh” This would be able to control her orgasms, make her feel strong vibrating tickles in any are of her body, and control her body movements so that she could be puppeted like a doll by the computer.
They travelled home on the transports to the strappy district. The enchancing oil had already taken effect and she was around 15% more ticklish than she was before. They had sold her a medical grade transport which a much stronger tickling field and little holographic tentacles, and this kept Tik very intertained. The tentacles were programmed to surprise her with her motions and to train her to try to avoid them physically causing her to writhe around in the cage trying to escape them. Her laughter was music. She begged and begged and pleaded and begged and asked and bargained. Finally it became too much and Seeva opened up her tablet and muted Tik.
When they got home Leera was standing at the door in a slave outfit waiting for seeva. She bowed in a prostrating way.
“Rise” commanded Seeva.
“Yes master,” said Leera, rising slowly and gracefully in a perfect practiced fluid motion. She was being tickled that very moment but it was so small compared to her most extreme punishments that it didn’t make her move or laugh.
“Tik here will be your new sister-slave. Take her to dungeon.”
And with that, Tik was being lead along to the downstairs of the building.
She realized her motions were not being controlled although she was still muted, and quickly she thought on her feet. She grabbed a decorative alien tickling device off of the wall and pressed the buttons on it hoping it will do something. Holograms came out of it and started tickling and penetrating Seeva and Leera. It was stripping off Seeva’s clothing exposing her elaborate royal tattoos, and her rock hard body.
Seeva wanted to speak but she couldn’t, because the device was so strong. She mearly writhed and giggled and laughed hysterically and could do nothing to prevent the device from subduing her.
Tik didn’t know what to do. She was naked save for a cheap slave collar that was given to them from the hospital, couldn’t speak, didn’t know where she was, and didn’t know where she could go.
She paced around the room for several minutes evenutally deciding to explore the house.
She din’t get far before and android servant caught her and tied her down.
When seeva was released she had positively been tickled pink, and I mean this literally. Some of the technology is specifically designed to get the pink reaction out of the skin. She was absolutely humiliated and filled with a violent rage. She had been so foolish not to restrict tik’s movements before she had been trained, what was she thinking stupid stupid. If the others found out about this embarassment it could be damning for her career.
She took out her tablet and activated the controls of tiks movemnets. Tik was afraid.
She took tik down to the dungeon and left her in a tentacle machine overnight with no breaks.
In the morning the authorities arrived to take Tik away to tickle prison.
When Tik arrived at the tickle prison she was greeted by a very smug woman at the entrance who gleefully admitted her happy to take some small role in her suffering.
The tickling prisons on planet overstim were some of the harshest in the galaxy using some of the most advanced technologies to cause tickling sensations. Tik was brought unconscious and when she woke up she was in the stocks.
In the prison there are rows and rows and rows of socks where your ass and pussy or your ass and cock are exposed as well as your feet your neck and your ears.
She was first woken up digitally and didn’t know where she was. A holographic display turned on and welcomed her into the prison and explained to her that her stay would be for 17 years. Shortly after that he could hear some of the other prisoners wake up. She began hearing screams like “no, not again, anything but this, please,” and other horrible incoherent mumblings and rantings.
The holographic display said “bath time” and a slosh of warm water with industrial tickling suds was fed through the stocks washing her whole body while in containment. Horrible brushes cleaned her feat vigorously for 30 minutes until she was absoultely positively squeakly clean. She heard screams like “please I’m clean already just cut out just this once.”
When the cleaning process was done mechanical devices slathered cheap but very strong industrial grade multiple-strength tickling enchancing gel all over her feet and pussy and neck and ears. This would over the next few days increase her sensitivity a little bit each day until it reached the maximum amount currently medically possible after the 20th day. This deep massage of tickle enhahancing oil was one of the worst parts of the prisoner’s day that they hated the most. If they had just let off the oil a little bit then they would be ever so less ticklish, but it was always slathered on in copious amounts with much of it dripping down to the ground and being wasted.
The blue liquid was applied to her toes and to her clitoris and it was so dark blue it was almost black. It was not painful but the best way to describe it would be a stinging sensation of tickling with pangs of strong hard tickling.
Before she had even had a break from the sensation of the blue liquid she heard all of the prisoners completely freak out. The circlar discs on the side of the enclosure which she had not noticed before began to glow and hum as if they were charing up. Then there was a countdown that caused the prisoners to lose their minds: 10.... 9.... 8.... all the way to 1. And when it reached one the resonators turned on and an industrial stringth prison-grade tickling field with a strong low hum blasted the entire space within the inclosure tickling every inch of exposed skin on her poor feet toes and pussy. Wave and waves of pulsating rythmic humming tickling was licking her skin.
She was surpised to find that this wasn’t the end of it. Throught the day all manner of tickling devices from tentacles to brushes to feathrs to robotic fingers to ear licking/kising holograms would enter into the tickling field and add tacticle sensations onto the deadly-strong pulses of the field.
As soon as these devices started up, starting with fingers, the holographic display turned on again revealing a computer that Tik could control with her mind.
The computer was a locked down system with only a restricted number of activites. First of all there was a camera feed with a close-up of her feet, pussy, and a portain shot of herself in the encosure, so she could watch herself get tickled and watch her horrible humiliation and suffering. Second of all the display could allow her to switch her through menus of different kind of interfaces.
First there was the tickling television in which every channel was oriented around tickling including the channel where she could watch the prisoner-of the day be steamed to the whole planet. The prisoner that dday, number 56558, seemed like a very tortured soul indeed.
There was a gambling system with different games where you could gamble for a chance at a five to 15 minute break from the tickling, but if you lost you would add a day to your sentence.
There was a button which would for 1 hour increase the tickling field by 5% to its maximum setting, hwich was very easy to accidentally press and you would accidentally press it all the time and increase your suffering.
There was mandatory mind control programming that would come on the display all day and train you into the mentality of a submissive tickle slave saying things like “your worth is to your master.” “You are born to serve.” “Tickling is your existence, to deny this is illegal.” Over the years it would slowly warp her mind.
Finally there was a social network where each of the prisoners could communicate with each other.
At the end of the day when the tickling was finally over the machine announced she would be given six hours to sleep. And to her horror the machine controlled her dreams and gave her tickling dreams.
Slowly due to bad behavior she was carted further and further into the building by android workers where time dilation would slow down her experience to a crawl such that her sentence was originally 17 years but she would spend hundreds. And she was very tickled indeed. By the time she would eventually be let out she would not even remember her own name or who she was. And she would never disobey again.
