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This story was written for SHM128III as Day #18 of Kinktober 2018. Today's kink was "Tickling" and the story contains F/Solo sex and ticklish fun between a consenting adult and a very playful AI. ^^

High-Tech Tickles

"Good morning, Alex. Please take a seat."

Already, Alex could feel her legs trembling with excitement. The room was warm, so warm in fact that had she not been intensely aware of her nudity for other reasons it may have been an entirely forgettable aspect of her current situation. The hyena's green dyed fur fluffed up in anticipation, and as she approached the single seat in the centre of the otherwise rather bare white walled room, she ran a hand through her stripe of purple, gel-spiked hair as though flirtatiously preening herself in front of one of the many cameras present hanging down at various angles from the laboratory's ceiling.

Just as the soft, friendly and oh so subtly synthetic voice ringing out through speakers set into the walls and somewhere in the frame of the chair itself had suggested, the hyena took a seat within the chair. Her toes curled, and she whimpered happily as no sooner had she settled into the comfortable embrace of the seat metal bands erupted without hesitation from its arm and leg-rests, binding her ankles and her wrists before with a gentle whirring the leg-rests began to move apart from one another, spreading her legs and exposing her crotch as the back of the chair itself changed its angle and pushed her hips forward.

"Today's test will explore your responses to a particular method of physical stimulation, as well as your stamina, both physiological and mental, in withstanding and indulging in its effects. You have been selected specifically for this trial due to your susceptibility to this particular form of stimulus, as recorded in the information with which you provided us when applying for this trial."

The voice spoke to Alex once again, and the hyena blushed as it crossed her mind that given how kinky she had the potential to be what the computer was saying really didn't narrow things down. Bashfully, already feeling her thighs trembling and a warmth, a dampness building between them, she cleared her throat and spoke back to the artificial intelligence present to guide her through this whole process without any need for embarrassing her in front of real strangers whom she did not know.

"If it being a secret isn't part of the trial, c-could... could you let me know which type of stimulation I'm supposed to be affected by? I can think of seven or eight... n-no, wait, nine things I put down on the list which could qualify."

The computer remained silent for a moment, just a moment, and then without any obfuscation or build up on its part, it explained in a single word to Alex exactly what she had gotten herself into.

"Tickling."

Alex's eyes bulged, and beneath her pale furred cheeks her face burned scarlet. Given the previous days she had spent here under the computer's attentions and all the pleasures that she had experienced as they tested and trialled new sex toys, new sexually explicit relaxation techniques and even a couple of rather erotic makeover procedures upon her, she had thought she had been ready for anything that the computer might desire to share with her. Anything that the AI could possibly conceive of to put her through. But, of all the things she had put down on her forms when signing up for these trials as much for fun as to make a little extra cash, this had never been one of the aspects of her being which she had expected to be selected for testing. After all, she hadn't put it down under her list of kinks and fetishes. She hadn't put it down as a psychological weakness or an aspect of her physiology which she personally found particularly fascinating or enjoyable. In fact, it had just been an afterthought. Something she'd put in the little 'Any other information?' box at the end of the survey.

'_I'm very, very ticklish. _

Very.'

Truth be told though, it had been so long since she had been tickled with any meaningful purpose. Sure there had been occasions where a partner had playfully stroked her neck or flanks with a fingertip or a gentle kiss and made her squirm and giggle. But the people she dated were decent and respectful, and so when she'd told them just how ticklish she was and begged them to be careful, they'd stopped. And of course, no matter how much Alex might have wished deep down that they might have kept on going, that they might have taken her plea for mercy not as a sincere request to stop but as a declaration of vulnerability which they could playfully exploit, she couldn't possibly complain about them having respected and honoured her wishes.

Thus for years she had only been able to imagine what those feelings could be like. Those little tingles of excitement, of something more than just uncontrollable mirth which had burst forth in those brief moments of ticklish delight which she had previously endured.

And now... now she was tied down to a chair by metal restraints, locked in place by the wrists, ankles and a thicker metal band around her midsection, exposed, naked, and at the mercy of an artificial intelligence whose job was apparently to find out just how strongly she was going to respond to a particular type of physical stimulation. To find out just how intensely, just how sexually she might react to being tickled. And even though in that moment as she considered what might be about to happen Alex found herself unconsciously fighting against her restraints, pulling and wiggling and trying to get herself free as she simply thought about what might be soon to happen to her, the hyena sincerely couldn't wait to find out for herself, too.

A gentle whirring sound betrayed the start of the process, just as it had on past occasions. A squeal of excitement that would have forced Alex to slap a hand across her muzzle were she able to do so escaped the hyena as she watched several snake-like coils of intricately banded, highly mobile and dextrous metal fall from the ceiling above, and a couple more rising from the floor in front of her seat. Upon their ends were a variety of instruments. Some bore delicate metal projections, fingers in essence, while others bore what were obviously meant to be spinning discs upon which was mounted soft, fluffy material almost like that of a powder-puff or a feather duster. The mechanical whirring filling the room's air grew louder as those discs began to spin, and a gentle clicking followed as the metal fingers began to wiggle and flex as they moved through the air slowly, painfully slowly but closer little by little to Alex's naked, exposed, helplessly bound body.

"Nnnnn-nooooooo..."

Alex whimpered with fear and laughter all rolled into one, utterly untouched by the myriad ticklish probes as yet but already beginning to squirm, to shake her head and call out in desperation and helpless, playful terror. She pulled at the relentless bonds wrapped around her body. She tried to thrash, to break free gently at first, but more vigorously as the padded metal straps holding her down failed to budge even a fraction of an inch. Her toes curled. Her fingers flexed. Her pussy spasmed and clenched. Still the probing tendrils of the AI grew closer, and Alex's laughter grew louder, more strained as though she was already being tickled. It had been so long since she had felt like this. So long since someone had loomed over her with hands outstretched and fingers wiggling in the mere threat of a ticklish attack, yet she felt just as vulnerable and helpless as she had then. And, if she was honest, just as excited as she had felt then. It had just been a friend, one of her friends in college playfully threatening to tickle her after she revealed to the other woman just how vulnerable she felt to such actions. But, until now she had forgotten how strongly she had responded to that mere suggestion of impending tickles. How she had thrashed and tumbled her way off the dorm room bed to escape those nearby wiggling digits, and how she'd panted, how she'd blushed... how disappointed she'd been when her friend had just howled with laughter and dropped the joke right then, rather than pushing her further, and making her already exceptionally worked up body feel even more of that same incredible, terrifyingly intense rush.

Now though, she was going to find out.

Now, at last, Alex was going to learn exactly how intensely she would respond to the real thing. To being tickled mercilessly, ceaselessly when there was no escape possible, and no chance of the one doing it to her taking mercy and moving on to other things.

She squealed, she strained, she kicked and bucked and yelped in frantic desperation as the whirring fluffy discs and the wiggling digits grew ever closer to her belly, to her underarms, to her neck and of course to the exposed soles of her helplessly immobile feet. Her eyes bulged as she giggled and wailed in laughter without a single physical reason for doing so, the anticipation of what was to come all that her body seemed to require to drive itself crazy with echoes of what it could only imagine the stimulation would feel like. Her body shook, her mind reeled, and her libido burned hotter and hotter as her pussy spasmed and clenched along with the rest of her, its exterior reaches growing more flushed and swollen, glistening visibly for all the cameras pointed in that direction to see. Her nipples stood perky and proud from her heaving chest, and the female hyena's exceptionally large, exceptionally sensitive clit began to swell to prominence at the peak of her vulva, protruding forth obscenely from beneath its hood as she panted, as she writhed, and as she waited in unbearable desperation, terror and longing for the wait to end, and the overwhelming truth of reality to begin in its place.

"O-oh no..."

Alex whimpered as the first of the metallic fingers made contact with her fur, then her flesh just moments later, not poking or prodding but beginning to drift their firm, sharp points ever so softly across the trembling flesh of her left flank.

"Nnnnhhhh-nooooooo... nooooooopleassssse!"

Tears sprang to her eyes as she thrashed, as she fought now with every bit of strength at her disposal to escape the bondage holding her in place, keeping her from fleeing from those metal fingers and their ever so soft yet unbearably ticklish touches. Why had she mentioned her ticklishness? Why had she thought this would be in any way enjoyable? It was too much. They had barely touched her, barely begun, but it was already quite simply too much. She gasped. She choked. She snorted, trying not to give in. Not to surrender. Not to let the machine behind all this know what it was doing to her in that moment as her clit throbbed and ached, and as a trickle of wetness drooled from her flushed, still uncontrollably convulsing inner workings. Not to let the AI know just how incredibly good, how impossibly irresistible, and how perfectly pleasurable it felt to be so mercilessly, inescapably tickled.

Alex's whole body locked up, and froze for just a few moments in a state of pure tension as the first of the spinning fluffy discs pushed itself shamelessly up against the arch of her bare, immobile right footpaw. A few seconds later though a strangled sob burst from her lips, followed by another, even louder snort, though this time of helpless, boundless laughter.

"Nnnnooo, nh-hhnnnhh... hh-aaahhahahaaaa! Please! Please I ca-aaahhhahahahahaaaahhh, I can't!!"

She began to wail, to shriek, to roar as burst after burst of uncontrolled and utterly gleeful, shameless laughter erupted not just from her muzzle but from her very core. Wracking, mindlessly howls of pure elated, overwhelmed mirth that weren't about humour, weren't about any conscious emotive feelings of joy, but instead were born of pure physical stimulation. More tickling, probing metallic limbs made contact with her body. They tickled her feet, her sides, slipping under her knees and arms and her thrashing, twisting neck to attack every last little scrap of sensitive, ticklish flesh which Alex possessed. The hyena's toes curled and wriggled until individual tiny robotic arms grasped at each toe individually and teased them apart, even tinier little spinning cylinders of ticklish fluffiness pressing between them and assailing the hyper-sensitive and normally untouched flesh between each toe. Her stomach convulsed and tightened, trying to pull itself in away from the touch of the ever so delicate yet merciless metal fingers stroking and tickling at its flesh while barely a foot away her pussy drooled and her clit twitched visibly, the hyena's eyes rolling in their sockets not just from the laughter, but from the extreme endorphin rush born of the ticklish attack which was so intense, so overwhelming in its potency it was practically sexual in its pleasure-giving capacity.

In fact, the more Alex laughed and thrashed and kicked and screamed, the more she was convinced that it was sexual. That though she had never tried it before, though she had never been subjected to such intense ticklish stimulation before just now, her instincts had been dead on. These feelings, this loss of all control and any inhibition her body may have normally possessed, it turned her on. It made her wet. It made her hot. It made her whole body burn with its raging intensity, and even as she squealed and screamed and begged for it to stop...

"Mercy! Pleeeaaaase oh goooood I... t-too much, I can't... I... aahahahhahhahahaaahhhhahah!!"

...the truth was that had it ceased for even a split-second, she would have thrashed and kicked and screamed and fought far harder still to make it start again, to keep these unbearable yet irresistible feelings coursing so violently through her body.

If Alex could be honest with herself in those moments though, or rather if her mind would clear enough to let her_know_ that she was being honest with herself, she would have realised that there was no chance of it stopping. Not even the slightest likelihood of these feelings abandoning her, not now and not for a considerable time to come. After all, the machine had already told her the parameters of today's study. It was about measuring the degree of her responses to these feelings, and it was about her stamina. About how long she could bear to feel them. Which of course meant that they likely would not stop, would not diminish or fade away, until such a time as Alex's body, mind, or perhaps both were reduced to such a state where the AI tickling her could tell that she was no longer gaining any enjoyment, any pleasure from the experience.

And given how wet her pussy was in that moment, given how intensely her clitoris was throbbing and aching, and how deafeningly the room was ringing with her screams and her wild, gleeful ticklish laughter, even the slightest possibility of that feeling seemed as though it was still a long, long way off.

"Hahahahahahh-aaahhh... aahh! Ahhhhh, I... aa-aahahahahah!!"

Alex's eyes bulged as she felt more whirling, tickling fluffy discs press down against her body from above, squealing, giggling, and moaning in mindless glee as the twirling, tickling fibres descended over her nipples and began to caress and stimulate the stiffened peaks of her exposed flesh.

"Mnnnhhhaahhahah, nnnnhh... yessssssss!"

Her head span, her eyes grew heavy and yet her body thrashed harder than ever as Alex felt her body immediately respond to that new dimension of sensation. Pleasure, real and actively stimulated pleasure mingled with her unbearable and unceasing mirth, and the intensely potent cocktail it formed within the core of her body drove the hyena's body ever more wild. She couldn't stop squealing, couldn't stop herself from laughing, but now she was whimpering and moaning in ecstasy too. Every ticklish touch heightened the next caress of those feathery discs against her nipples, and every wave of pleasure that crashed through her body and made her pussy clench, her clit twitch and her thighs dampen with arousal only made the next few seconds of ticklish euphoria all the more potent in turn.

"I..."

Though she continued to whimper, to giggle, to squeal helplessly with laughter and excitement, Alex's more uncontrolled outbursts faded for a brief while as her eyes widened and she felt herself... rising. Rising towards something. Something big. Something powerful and all consuming. She knew what it was of course, but she dared not even think of it for fear that doing so would draw it that much closer, that much faster. She fought to savour this feeling. To lock it away and remember what it felt like. Tears streamed down her bright red face, her toes wriggled and her hips bucked. Her body shook with the intensity of the ticklish assault wracking it from soles to neck, and she gurgled, she giggled as she felt it happening.

"I... I'm g-gonna... gonna cum... a-ahhh... ahahahahhhhh, ahhhy-yessss..."

It didn't matter that not a single touch had been placed upon her pussy or anywhere nearby. It didn't matter to her body that the only physical, in any way directly sexual stimulation she had received throughout this experience so far was to her nipples. All of this, every touch, every tickle, was sex. Not merely sexual, but... sex in the purest sense. It was an intimate, emotive and deeply personal experience shared between her and the AI controlling every sensation being lavished upon her, and there was absolutely no denying that what she was feeling, what she was experiencing as a result of those ticklish touches was absolute, unrefined and pure pleasure.

And now, as it always did, that pleasure was driving her towards its inevitable, glorious conclusion.

She could have cum, soon, and deliciously hard, without a single touch to her pussy.

She could have cum while screaming, thrashing and giggling under the ticklish assault to all those most deliciously parts of her body but one. And she would have too, had it not been for a last minute intervention on the machine's part. One last whirring, serpentine metal limb rising from the floor directly between Alex's legs. One more trio of discs fluttering at that limb's peak as their fluffy, delicate surfaces brushed against one another in an enclosed little box, snaking up towards the hyena's untouched and yet aching, near orgasmically throbbing crotch.

Thrashing, wailing, laughing at the top of her lungs as orgasm threatened deliriously to crash over her, Alex's eyes were rolling and her mind was totally unaware, thus totally unprepared for the sensation as that final limb darted forward, and enclosed the large, protruding nub of the hyena's throbbing clit within that trio of spinning, ticklish pads.

" Yes!!"

Savagely, carnally, at the top of her lungs Alex screamed as instantly, violently her body began to convulse, her pussy to contract, and a volatile surge of hot juices squirted out over the writhing metal limbs, the chair itself and the floor before her seat as she was catapulted headlong into the most potent, viscously intense orgasm of her life.

"A-aaahhahahahaaahhyesssssssssss!"

She roared, but she laughed too. She giggled, squealed, kicked and writhed and shrieked in the unbound, uncontrollable throes of that climax as it began to overwhelm her, the tickling and powerful stimulation being applied directly to her clit atop everything else now lifting that pleasure to greater and greater extremes than even her already overwhelmed, bliss and mirth stricken mind had been trying to prepare itself for. And as that ever growing, ever intensifying pleasure crashed over Alex and drew louder, more wild and delightedly strangled cries of ecstasy from her squealing, giggling muzzle, the hyena still somehow managed to catch the sound of the AI's own voice ringing out through the hot, increasingly sex scented air of the laboratory in which she was seated. A voice which while still synthetic and calm, almost seemed a little amused, a little pleased with itself as its various devices continued to drive the ticklish hyena utterly wild with joyous, blissful laughter even as her eyes bulged in both horror and pure, gleefully tickle-stricken delight.

"First orgasm achieved. Tickle intensity at ten percent of rated maximum. Increasing to fifteen percent, five percent incremental increase per orgasm. Beginning stamina timer, now. Minimum active duration, one hour. Maximum, undefined. Thank you for your co-operation, Alex. Please, have fun."

By Jeeves

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