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The White Room, a place of torture. Hell on Earth for whoever is unfortunate enough to find themselves in it.
Rob was about to discover that as his eyes slowly opened, and his heart leaped into his throat.
The room was unfamiliar to him, the last thing he remembered was going to bed the night before, and here he is, waking up in a chair in a room with a white finish on the walls, floor, and ceiling.
His instinctual reaction was to stand up and find a way out, but he found that his body wouldn't move at all. His eyes darted around, looking at his extremities, but saw no restraints, and, shockingly, no clothes. He concentrated as hard as he could, but he still couldn't manage to lift his arms, or even as much as wiggle his fingers, and his heart skipped a beat when he realised the only movement he had was his eyes.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" A soft voice asked, ringing in Rob's ears as he panicked, feeling warm, soft hands on his shoulders, and being unable to turn his head to look.
The speaker walked around to stand in front of him, bending over and smiling with red glossy lips, her blue eyes locked with Robs' eyes and her smile widened a small amount.
"There's no need to worry" she said, standing upright, "Nobody and nothing will hurt you here" she said soothingly, placing her hand on his arm.
Her soothing tone calmed Rob down a little bit, hoping to God she was here to help.
"I suppose you're wondering why you can't move!" She exclaimed, a little bit too excitedly, "Well I'm not going to bore you with the scientific details, but, did you know, during REM Sleep, your brain produces a chemical that paralyses your body, to stop you acting out your dreams. While that is relatively well known, it's a little secret that in this facility, we have synthesised that chemical, and customised it." Rob's hope shattered like a glass against bricks as she went on. "Instead of skeletal paralysis, it's been customised to paralysed your skeleton, and muscles too, without having any effect on your internal organs."
Again, her smile broadened when she saw the panic in Rob's eyes.
"But do you know the best part? It supercharges your nerves, and that's not even our doing, it's just your body being alert due to your helplessness." As she spoke, she walked around behind him, and Rob heard her fingers drumming against a table behind him for a moment, before she moved stand in front of him again, this time holding some kind of metal rod with a plastic tube laid horizontal on the end of it.
"This is when it gets really fun" She said, giggling lightly, and she slid one end of the metal rod into a hole in the floor, and very gently lifted Robs cock, and slid it into the plastic tube.
The tube wasn't very long, it seemed to be more to hold his cock in place, and it did it's job by holding his cock straight out in front of him, despite being soft, due to his panic.
The woman knelt down in front of him, smiling and looking directly at his flaccid cock.
"My my, that's impressive." She almost whispered, and her hands moved up to his balls, making Rob think she was going to fondle them, but instead, her nails started lightly tickling over his sensitive balls, and he noticed that while he had been out, they'd completely removed all the hair from his genital region.
The sensitivity of his smooth skin made the very light tickling, absolute torture, and it was amplified by the fact that Rob couldn't move a muscle, or even laugh, he just had to sit there and look down, watching her torment his balls with her nails.
Every second that ticked by felt like an hour, and Rob's cock slowly hardened despite the predicament he was in, and he wished his tormentor would stop, he screamed at her in his head, he shut his eyes tight, he tried with all his might to move, but he just couldn't, he had to sit there and endure.
Less than a minute went by before the woman stopped, but to Rob, it had been an eternity, his cock was embarrassingly hard, and had produced a drop of precum, which dripped onto the white tiled floor.
The woman stood up and moved back to the table, and this time Rob could hear something being moved along the tiles, as she wheeled a machine around in front of him, pushing it between his legs, Rob nearly had a heart attack when the woman pulled a tube out from the front, and slid it over his cock, the rubber seal resting just below his cock head.
The woman pressed a few buttons on the back of the machine, and Rob screamed internally, suddenly his cock head felt as if it had thousands of ants crawling all over it, but as the initial shock wore off, he could feel it was very small feathers, dancing over his cock head.
Rob's mind went berserk, he couldn't take it, he wished he could move, he wished he could scream, or at least laugh, it felt like being unable to laugh made it so much worse! All while his tormentor kept her little smile on her face, and her nails returned to his balls, slowly tickling, but this time not as light, and it drove him crazier than ever.
Before he knew it, her nails were gone, and instead she'd pulled another attachment from the machine, and hooked it under his balls. Pressing another couple of buttons caused his balls to explode with ticklishness, and Rob could feel hundreds of feathers tickling every single inch of his balls, as well as under them, where they join to his body, a spot he couldn't believe was so ticklish.
The woman alternated a few switches and buttons, and the tickling on his cockhead stopped, and instead was replaced by a powerfully pleasurable suction, and although the feathers were still tickling his balls, it wasn't as intense, in fact, it was almost pleasurable.
This combination kept going, and Rob realised he was starting to approach orgasm, and just as the thought crossed his mind, the tickling started again, destroying the pleasure and sending him back into hell.
"Well then, all configured!" The woman said, frightening Rob a little bit, as he was entirely engulfed in his own world for a moment. "While you were zoning out there, I made a few adjustments" she spoke as she stood up and placed something around his head, strapping it in place and pulling a wire out from behind him and plugging it into the devilish machine.
"This will let the machine monitor your orgasms, as you approach one, it'll swap to what you're feeling now" she said, biting her lip and leaning towards Rob's ear "Total fucking tickle hell." She stood up, smiling again, "And when you've backed down enough, it'll draw you right up to the edge, and then start over. I'll be back to check on you soon enough, enjoy!" And with that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Before the panic had set in, Rob felt the suction return, and he tried with every fibre of his being to ignore it, knowing as soon as he reaches the edge, the tickling will return.
But despite his efforts, he found himself getting lost in the pleasure.
To be continued.
Rob was about to discover that as his eyes slowly opened, and his heart leaped into his throat.
The room was unfamiliar to him, the last thing he remembered was going to bed the night before, and here he is, waking up in a chair in a room with a white finish on the walls, floor, and ceiling.
His instinctual reaction was to stand up and find a way out, but he found that his body wouldn't move at all. His eyes darted around, looking at his extremities, but saw no restraints, and, shockingly, no clothes. He concentrated as hard as he could, but he still couldn't manage to lift his arms, or even as much as wiggle his fingers, and his heart skipped a beat when he realised the only movement he had was his eyes.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" A soft voice asked, ringing in Rob's ears as he panicked, feeling warm, soft hands on his shoulders, and being unable to turn his head to look.
The speaker walked around to stand in front of him, bending over and smiling with red glossy lips, her blue eyes locked with Robs' eyes and her smile widened a small amount.
"There's no need to worry" she said, standing upright, "Nobody and nothing will hurt you here" she said soothingly, placing her hand on his arm.
Her soothing tone calmed Rob down a little bit, hoping to God she was here to help.
"I suppose you're wondering why you can't move!" She exclaimed, a little bit too excitedly, "Well I'm not going to bore you with the scientific details, but, did you know, during REM Sleep, your brain produces a chemical that paralyses your body, to stop you acting out your dreams. While that is relatively well known, it's a little secret that in this facility, we have synthesised that chemical, and customised it." Rob's hope shattered like a glass against bricks as she went on. "Instead of skeletal paralysis, it's been customised to paralysed your skeleton, and muscles too, without having any effect on your internal organs."
Again, her smile broadened when she saw the panic in Rob's eyes.
"But do you know the best part? It supercharges your nerves, and that's not even our doing, it's just your body being alert due to your helplessness." As she spoke, she walked around behind him, and Rob heard her fingers drumming against a table behind him for a moment, before she moved stand in front of him again, this time holding some kind of metal rod with a plastic tube laid horizontal on the end of it.
"This is when it gets really fun" She said, giggling lightly, and she slid one end of the metal rod into a hole in the floor, and very gently lifted Robs cock, and slid it into the plastic tube.
The tube wasn't very long, it seemed to be more to hold his cock in place, and it did it's job by holding his cock straight out in front of him, despite being soft, due to his panic.
The woman knelt down in front of him, smiling and looking directly at his flaccid cock.
"My my, that's impressive." She almost whispered, and her hands moved up to his balls, making Rob think she was going to fondle them, but instead, her nails started lightly tickling over his sensitive balls, and he noticed that while he had been out, they'd completely removed all the hair from his genital region.
The sensitivity of his smooth skin made the very light tickling, absolute torture, and it was amplified by the fact that Rob couldn't move a muscle, or even laugh, he just had to sit there and look down, watching her torment his balls with her nails.
Every second that ticked by felt like an hour, and Rob's cock slowly hardened despite the predicament he was in, and he wished his tormentor would stop, he screamed at her in his head, he shut his eyes tight, he tried with all his might to move, but he just couldn't, he had to sit there and endure.
Less than a minute went by before the woman stopped, but to Rob, it had been an eternity, his cock was embarrassingly hard, and had produced a drop of precum, which dripped onto the white tiled floor.
The woman stood up and moved back to the table, and this time Rob could hear something being moved along the tiles, as she wheeled a machine around in front of him, pushing it between his legs, Rob nearly had a heart attack when the woman pulled a tube out from the front, and slid it over his cock, the rubber seal resting just below his cock head.
The woman pressed a few buttons on the back of the machine, and Rob screamed internally, suddenly his cock head felt as if it had thousands of ants crawling all over it, but as the initial shock wore off, he could feel it was very small feathers, dancing over his cock head.
Rob's mind went berserk, he couldn't take it, he wished he could move, he wished he could scream, or at least laugh, it felt like being unable to laugh made it so much worse! All while his tormentor kept her little smile on her face, and her nails returned to his balls, slowly tickling, but this time not as light, and it drove him crazier than ever.
Before he knew it, her nails were gone, and instead she'd pulled another attachment from the machine, and hooked it under his balls. Pressing another couple of buttons caused his balls to explode with ticklishness, and Rob could feel hundreds of feathers tickling every single inch of his balls, as well as under them, where they join to his body, a spot he couldn't believe was so ticklish.
The woman alternated a few switches and buttons, and the tickling on his cockhead stopped, and instead was replaced by a powerfully pleasurable suction, and although the feathers were still tickling his balls, it wasn't as intense, in fact, it was almost pleasurable.
This combination kept going, and Rob realised he was starting to approach orgasm, and just as the thought crossed his mind, the tickling started again, destroying the pleasure and sending him back into hell.
"Well then, all configured!" The woman said, frightening Rob a little bit, as he was entirely engulfed in his own world for a moment. "While you were zoning out there, I made a few adjustments" she spoke as she stood up and placed something around his head, strapping it in place and pulling a wire out from behind him and plugging it into the devilish machine.
"This will let the machine monitor your orgasms, as you approach one, it'll swap to what you're feeling now" she said, biting her lip and leaning towards Rob's ear "Total fucking tickle hell." She stood up, smiling again, "And when you've backed down enough, it'll draw you right up to the edge, and then start over. I'll be back to check on you soon enough, enjoy!" And with that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Before the panic had set in, Rob felt the suction return, and he tried with every fibre of his being to ignore it, knowing as soon as he reaches the edge, the tickling will return.
But despite his efforts, he found himself getting lost in the pleasure.
To be continued.
