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“Subject 001 appears to be incredibly sensitive all over her upper body,” 

a sharp, monotonous voice cuts through the silence of the dim and chilly room, the sudden sound momentarily snapping Lizzie out of her amorous daze and causing her to jump slightly in her spot, although the metal cuffs binding her wrists to the chair she sat in didn’t really allow her to move much at all.

“... Especially around her breasts, which - when touched - produce wildly different reactions than the rest of her does.”

The loudspeaker that carried the voice around the room then died off with a loud click, leaving the imp alone once again with nothing but the sounds of her panting and giggly moans filling her cell. The brunette was currently strapped quite tightly by her arms to a metal chair in the middle of an empty dungeonesque type room, clad in nothing but a thin - and quite wet - pair of patterned pastel pink panties, her glasses discarded somewhere near her on the cold concrete tile floor. Somewhere near those would be the scraps of her matching bra, which was hastily torn to shreds before her… “testing” even actually began.

On the floor beside her were two metal hatches, both slid open enough to make room for the array of small mechanical hands that had snaked their way around the girl’s mostly naked body, their fingers eagerly searching for any sensitive spots they could find - and unfortunately for the brunette, they had eventually settled right at her exposed breasts after she had endured quite a bit of gentle tickling and lingering, teasy touches everywhere else from them. Two of those dastardly hands had taken to pinching and rolling her nipples in between their thumbs and forefingers, occasionally skittering over the normally covered skin between her chest or intricately swirling around the outer edges of her sensitive spots, slowly coming closer and closer before gently scratching right at the tips of those erect mounds - all of which sent Lizzie into a fit of whimpers and moans, her eyes tightly squeezed shut while her body trembled with pleasure and stifled giggles. Every stroke, every soft caress made her melt more and more into the chair, her bottom lip becoming red and sore from how hard she was biting it to try and keep herself from dissolving into loud and embarrassing pleasured noises. 

The imp had no idea how long she had been in this position, and it was starting to worry her quite a lot. Every passing second felt like several hours - and honest to god, she had no idea how she even got here in the first place. In her sleepy, almost drugged-like state upon first waking up in the room, she was barely able to make out the dark silhouettes of two taller figures looming above her, their fuzzy and far-off sounding voices flowing in through one ear and out the other - the only things she was able to pick up on were “inhuman”, “possibly dangerous”, “weaknesses” and “experiments” before blacking back out, waking up bound and naked however long after that. The only thing that mattered to her now was finding a way out of this place - and not allowing herself to be embarrassed any more than she already had been there.

Pulling her back out of her thoughts, a third hand sneakily twisted itself around the back of the chair and slowly approached Lizzie’s side, waiting for the perfect moment before lunging forwards and grabbing a handful of pudge, it’s fingers skittering and massaging into her skin and making her shriek in surprise, all of the bottled up moans and quiet little cackles steadily flowing out of her mouth almost immediately after that. Paired with the two tools currently playing mercilessly with her breasts, the heat and the lustful aching between her legs caused by those fingers was becoming increasingly hard to handle - every touch sent a jolt of electricity down her spine and right into her special spot, making her gasp loudly and arch her back, her fingers curling tightly into fists. If she had to endure another second of this tickly torture, she would burst at the seams, so she did the only thing she could think of doing in that moment - she squeezed her knees together, wincing slightly at how sensitive and wet she already was down there, but relishing in the reality of just exactly how good doing that felt to her.

It was then that the loudspeaker squealed back to life.

“Subject 001, you were told to keep your legs wide open, is this incorrect?”

“M-my nahahame— my nahahame ihihis L-Lihihihizzie!” The girl responds quickly through choked laughter, her voice dry and hoarse from how much she had already laughed and shrieked throughout this session, “ahahahand—!”

“Is this incorrect, 001?”

“Hnnnnhhhh— n-nohoho, buhuhut-!”

“And you were told that there would be consequences for doing exactly that, correct?”

“Ffffffuuuuhuhuhuuuuhghh—!! I dohohohon’t cahahahare! Mmhh..! Let mehehe gohoho, you creheheeeheheeps!! Or I’ll- Ihihi’ll—!”

Before the girl could finish her sentence and throw whatever empty threat that had popped into her mind out into the open or make any more snarky remarks, a harsh, ear-splitting beep rang throughout the room, making her choke on her words and immediately flinch back into her seat. The poor girl had no time to even attempt to gather her bearings or look around to try and find the source of the new and alarming sound, as several more of those robotic hands shot out from the open trapdoors, an array of different tools clasped tightly in between their devilish fingers. Some wielded threateningly fluffy feathers, others teasingly twirled around makeup or paint brushes dangerously close to Lizzie’s arched sides, and the rest flaunted little combs or big, chunky hair brushes that already sent powerful chills down her back just by the look of how horribly they would tickle. However, the things that really caught her attention were the two large, metal claws that slowly twisted out from the floor and now ominously loomed above her, each one opening and closing their jaws softly and almost mockingly at her, a quiet clicking noise sounding out every time they opened and shut again.

It didn’t take long for her to react; her breath quickened, her eyes as wide as plates as she struggled with a sudden burst of adrenaline against her restraints, legs kicking out hard enough to break something and with reckless abandon while her head shook wildly from side to side.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck FUCK— No no nonononono, no!! Don’t—!! Hahhh— M-Make them go back!! Make them go away, don’t let them any closer!! P-Please—!”

“Now, now, little lab rat… Don't make this harder on yourself than it has to be. It’s for the sake of scientific research, after all - and if you can’t follow simple orders…”

The voice replied calmly, yet sharply -  there was a hint of a smirk in their otherwise emotionless tone, which only made the girl’s chill’s ten times worse. Her eyes remained locked on the claws the entire time, her protests and any frightened noises becoming trapped in her throat every time they so much as wiggled slightly in the air - she had no clue what they were meant to do, her mind simultaneously blanking and coming up with the craziest of thoughts the longer they hovered, filling the imp with the strongest sense of dread she’d felt in a long time.

Luckily - or rather unluckily - for her, the teasing only lasted a few moments more. Like a snake lashing out towards its prey, the claws lunged forwards and tightly snapped shut around her ankles, earning a rather girly and high pitched shriek of terror from Lizzie, who’s eyes immediately squeezed closed as her body flattened itself protectively against the back of the chair. It only took a second or two for her to realize that nothing objectively bad or scary had happened to her - although she almost wished that it had, as the sudden feeling of her legs being lifted and slowly, tauntingly spread apart made her eyes fly back open, the girl gasping a little as she tried desperately to fight back, to pull her legs as close to her as possible - but to no avail.

“... They’ll just have to be enforced a little more firmly, wouldn’t you agree? The more you cooperate with us the faster this process will go,” with her legs now being completely spread out in front of her, there was no shielding herself from the pesky hand that inched its way closer to her crotch, sticking out its index finger and slowly dragging it in a circle around her lips through the fabric of her panties, which easily got the brunette to dissolve into quiet little gasps and stifled moans, “although I’m almost certain that you’d like this testing to go on for longer than you’d care to admit, judging by how soaked you are already. Speaking of, this pathetic piece of cloth won’t be needed anymore. It only gets in the way of driving you closer and closer to the edge.”

With quite a bit of force, the hand that teased Lizzie’s sensitive spots now hooked it's fingers around the waistband of her panties, wasting no time in forcefully ripping them off of her, earning incredibly embarrassed whimpers from her as she helplessly watched the shreds of her beloved underwear and last line of defence flutter to the ground. Now that she was completely uncovered, the hand moved back, easily able to slip back between her legs and stroke up and down the slick area with the softest of movements, which already drove the poor imp up the wall.

“But of course, we won’t let you finish that easily.”

“Mmmhhh… You… Bihihitch…” 

The girl growls between breathless, airy moans and quiet giggles, as now another hand was added into the mixture - one that busied itself with carefully fluttering its fingers back and forth along her lower tummy, just barely making contact with her hips before making a sharp turn and starting the process again in the other direction. 

“Ah ah ah, there you go again, mouthing off to the hand that feeds you… will you ever learn, Lizzie? I think you need to be taught a lesson, one that’ll stick with you until the very end. Luckily for you, we have all the equipment required to do such a thing. Isn’t that just lovely?”

Furrowing her brows even further than they already were, Lizzie tilts her head back against the chair, biting her lip yet again to try and block the pleasurable feelings out and concentrate on what exactly the voice had just said to her.

“Wh-.. Whahahat do yohohou—..?”

“Good luck, and try not to break too soon, 001. We may wish to have some more fun with you later.”

And with that, the intercom shut off with a click, and the girl very quickly started to get a sense of what they meant with their sinister, almost playfully threatening words.

The unexpected feeling of the feathers beginning to stroke up and down her sides made Lizzie squeal and arch her back, a new wave of helpless giggles flooding out of her mouth. Up and down and up and down they went, the soft fibers covering every inch of sensitive skin they could reach, their tips just barely grazing over the spots underneath her arms before flicking back down, ending right above her hips before going back up and starting again. After a few rounds of that, a pair of makeup brushes were introduced to the squirming girl’s underarms - slowly they started circling the outer edges of her ticklish spots, getting closer and closer to the center with every passing stroke until they began wiggling over them at record-breaking speeds, sending the imp into much louder hysterics. Her fingers clenched into fists, her arms desperately trying to clamp closer to her sides as she whined, wiggling herself from side to side to try and rid herself of the unbearably soft tickly sensations - which only seemed to entice the robotics more.

Almost all at once, the rest of the hands sprung forwards, fighting for dominance over which sensations would get the girl to scream with laughter the loudest. Paintbrushes now swooped and glided over her tummy, missing not an inch of skin as Lizzie tried her hardest to suck it in, their bristles easily following her every move - it didn’t take long before they were joined by another pair of empty hands, which held her hips still and simultaneously squished and squeezed at the bit of chub pooling around there, every time causing her to shriek out a laugh. This seemingly made it easier for the paintbrushes to be as precise as possible, now allowing for one of them to teasingly trace along the edge of her bellybutton before dipping in and tickling the very bottom of it. The rest of her upper body was subjected to the same torture - her ribs were counted over and over again, fingers being stuffed between them through her pudge every time she moved even the slightest bit, which always effortlessly got her cackling without fail. This always got the attention of the other ticklers - in an almost battle like way, all the other hands would up their tickling any time Lizzie’s laughter went up an octave, leaving her screaming and snorting and thrashing around until they decided to slow things down once again, keeping her in an endless loop of near hysteria.

On the softer side of things, two makeup brushes flicked up and down both sides of her neck, keeping her head twitching every which way as she was unsure of which direction to move in to block out the tickles. Each time she moved her head left, the brush on the right side of her neck would scribble around like crazy until she moved back, and so on. Her ears were included in the torture, as well - big, fluffy feathers gently caressed the edges of them, moving up and teasingly circling around the pointed tip before swishing back down.

Her chest was under the attack of more stiff feathers, which were positioned vertically underneath her nipples and viciously tugged back and forth, almost as if they were sawing through the bark of a tree - this really got the girl moaning, her shoulders shaking with both laughter and pleasure while she sunk backwards, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, her chest heaving as she panted needingly.

“PLEEEEEHEHEHEASE!! I-I cahahan’t tahahake a-anymohohore..! Nnnghh— mahahake ihihit— mmmhh, stohohohop…!”

Unfortunately for her, it seemed as though her pleas for mercy either went unheard or were ignored completely, as the next thing she knew - she was watching anxiously as her legs were straightened out in front of her, the hands which wielded hairbrushes as well as empty ones approaching her very unprotected feet with visible hunger. Her toes curled and wiggled in anticipation, the mere sight of it all making her giggles rise in pitch already. The teasing was slow; a single finger placed against her heels, then slowly swiping up and down the entire length of her soles, right up underneath her toes and back down, which was already enough to keep her squealing - but oh no, it didn’t stop there. After testing the waters and warming the brunette up for what was to come, her toes were then held back, leaving her completely vulnerable to all the tickling she was about to endure. The hands then took the form of claws, eagerly raking themselves up and down her taut soles with vigor, paying close attention to her reactions as they scribbled along her arches and the highest part of her soles overall. Tears were now freely streaming down Lizzie’s face, her cheeks a very deep shade of red, a color which spread all down her neck and to the tips of her ears as she gasped and shrieked, her laughter breaking with loud moans or gasps for air every so often. This wasn’t even the worst of it though. As those fingers moved higher and higher up towards her toes to pinch and wiggle and dig in between them, they were replaced by the rough, horribly ticklish sensation of the brushes chasing them away and then pumping back and forth along the middle of her soles while the combs zigzagged and zipped all around her heels.

Now the poor girl was absolutely hysterical. Her laughter was nothing more than shrill screams and hiccups, silent and breathless as she slumped back, practically unmoving save for her periodic twitching and the rapid rising and falling of her chest. Thankfully this only lasted a few more moments before the tickling let up, nearly all of the hands retracting save for a few - some which gently traced soft patterns and shapes into her soles, others which swirled fluffy feather tips around her tummy and sides, two at her chest that played carefully with her nipples and a few others which slowly twisted their way between her legs with devious intentions - although Lizzie barely seemed to notice, too caught up in catching her breath and attempting to regain at least a tiny bit of her strength before anything else happened.

The slow, long lick of a feather against her outer lips proved that trying to ready herself for the torture to continue was useless, the feeling of it already making her moan out loud, giggles following close behind. Lick after lick, stroke after stroke sent the girl into immense ticklish bliss, her eyes gently squeezed shut as she rocked her hips closer to the feather, trying to get more pleasure out of this. Very clearly taking it as a sign, she was slowly spread apart, the imp biting down gleefully on her bottom lip as the feather’s tip came in contact with her aching bud, circling around it slower than ever. Once again the stroking started - up and down and up and down, Lizzie’s breathing began to quicken, her body shaking once more. Her head rolled back happily as the feather began to saw across her, ever so slowly increasing speed, that tight feeling starting to build up right in the bottom of her tummy. It was then that two small makeup brushes were introduced into the situation, both taking turns brushing up and down her lips and over any spots that the feather missed. The brunette was quickly approaching the edge, her toes starting to curl as her fingers clenched, her moans turning to gasps and becoming more frequent and higher-pitched, until… 

The hands stopped, going agonizingly slowly once again, making the girl’s eyes shoot open as she whined loudly and childishly, her body relaxing.

“W-Wait!! No, no, nonono— y-you cahahan’t…! You—! Ahhnnnghh—..”

Over and over, the imp was brought to the edge by the feather, every flick and stroke and kiss driving her further and further into madness. Each time she was denied the orgasm she so desperately needed, she’d whimper, slamming her body back against the chair as her panting gradually grew louder and more desperate, only to be forced back into her arched position by the hands starting their torture up all over again. Her mind was starting to go fuzzy - all she could think of now was release, of how badly she needed it or else she’d lose her mind completely. 

Somewhere in between being edged twenty or thirty times, the fingers dancing across her feet had been replaced with the brushes, which pressed down hard against her soles and slowly dragged around them, up and down and side to side and in whichever direction they could think of, immediately bringing the girl to a state of seriously aroused hysteria. Her palms slapped weakly against the armrests of the chair, more tears beginning to trickle down her seriously flushed cheeks - her laughter came out mostly as moans with embarrassing hiccups and squeals in between them as she was once again edged for what felt like the hundredth time that day. With a desperate cry, she throws her hips down towards the fluffy utensils, only to be denied and slump back down with a defeated pout… or at least what she could manage of one through her giggles.

This time, however, as the procedure began all over again, the feather and makeup brushes didn’t stop once she was back on the edge - instead, they sped up, all of their focus being directly on her most sensitive spot, which was hot and begging for release. All too quickly she was back to being an absolute mess, toes curling tightly, body shaking more than ever at the overwhelming amount of pleasure she was dealing with.

“Ohhh god, o-ohohoh ffffuuuuhuhuhuck, mmmhhhplehehehease, PLEASE!! F-FAHAHASTER!! Ihihi cahahan’t— I-I’m gohohonna-!”

Before she could even finish her sentence, she just about burst, hitting the orgasm she craved with a long drawn out whimper - she came, and she came hard, but that simply wasn’t enough for them. Instead of stopping after the last bit of her orgasm finished rocking her, they kept going, their speeds reaching levels that nearly broke the poor imp girl, her eyes squeezing shut and her teeth clenching as she came again - and then again, and again and again and again until she physically couldn’t anymore, her voice nearly completely gone by how loud she had been.