Preview of Tickle Prisoner Gadget
This is an excerpt from a story that you can read the full version of on either my Subscribestar page by following this link! Probably too spicy for Patreon! It will still make its way to FA before too long, though. But every bit of support you can offer would help me so much!
More selfish writing, in the realms of wanting to collab with certain others and ideas. Needless to say this take a lot of inspiration from caroo by using his tickle prison and several images of different levels as inspiration for the gear.
Summary: Gadget Hackwrench was out on her own, testing a new personal flight device when incredibly advanced drones flew it to snatch her out of the sky. Taken beyond her own dimension, a hellish facility of bondage, tickling and erotic teasing seems sure to be her future.
Word Count (Full Version): 7431
Those hours soon came, with Gadget’s eyes blinking tiredness from them. She tried to bring an arm up to rub the rest of the fatigue away, only for it to stop well short, contained as it was. “Wh-whah? Oh…” ‘O_h right_’, her thoughts whispered deflated to learn that escaping to sleep had only deepened the mystery of where she was. Her setting had changed, though the profile with her likeness remained in view as well as new information and elements showing five other blank spaces. That set a worrying thought through her mind. She might just be the first abduction among many. What if the other cells were for the other Rangers?!
Her attempt to get up was similarly foiled, barely able to move, though she felt the difference in temperature within the box and gulped as she realised just what part of her was on display. Her fisted-up hands patted around for anything but they were wholly contained with cushioning on all sides. Her mind raced, there had to be something she could do-
The sound of multiple mechanisms beginning to spin up cut off her train of thoughts. ‘Not again!’ She pleaded in her own head, toes already curling up and hands clenching. Out of sight, an arsenal of tools unfurled and then with perfect timing, all the active tools pressed in.
Rollers struck her soles, circular buzzers pressed in at her sides and her ribs, long multi-pronged tools pushed with tickling trace down the exposed part of her upper arms and even her neck was caressed by a gently spinning feather-light feeling. “Bhhwhhahahaha! Gaaha ahahaha!” Gadget yelped out, her ankles twisting around and her forearms thumping desperately. “No-no not this, ssstohohohop!!” She begged.
With no chemical influences within her, she could squirm back with all her strength, yet that only made her feel even more helpless when it afforded no changes. The inevitable attention to her feet soon followed. Strangely pliable caps were nestled over each toe, yet even as they were slid on the insides of them writhed. It had to be technology and yet the articulation of them made it feel like each sucking cap was alive! The caps were supported by rigid and pointy metallic claws that worked on her arches while another set of brushes tucked into her heels.
“Nnngh. Nohoho. Nnnhhhhh!!” She tried desperately not to laugh, yet the scratching, tickling and buzzing broke that resolve in a fresh peal.
Her eyes roved desperately for anything to take her focus away from her situation, yet her surroundings were clinically featureless, designed to draw the eye to her. She managed to glimpse numbers, her head inverting the text to quickly read it. ‘Time remaining, 1:59.’ Then swapping to ‘1:58’ a second later. She snapped her eyes shut, two minutes of this, she could endure two minutes. “Grnngh hmmhmmm mmhhhhhhhh!!” Gritting her teeth did little to keep a lid on her laughter but she felt it helped, perhaps if she denied her tormentors the satisfaction they’d see it wasn’t worth it.
A chill of fresh, ambient temperature metal elicited a squeak as it touched her inner thigh, below the box. ‘_Oh no…’ VWIRRRRRRR. _
With only the light touch as warning a fluffy horrifyingly tickling head buzzed against her lower lips while delicate but twisted-teasing arms zeroed in on her clit. The sensual onslaught made her bite her lip, trying to curl in to the box, even though she knew it was pointless. ‘D-don’t get excited, don’t get horny…’ She chided herself in her thoughts, trying to exert mental control over a physical reaction. The buzz stayed the same, yet it felt like it grew as her body redirected the blood to warm her nethers and welcome it. “Nnnghh. Nhhahahaha ahahahah ahahahaha!!”
Her control broke, cheeks grimacing and eyes widening even as her brow rose in helpless concern. It was so much worse than before! As if the machines had calibrated for her reactions specifically, with pin-point precision on her poor nerves. “No, noh-ho-hoooo. H-how much. How much long-eeeeheeehehehe!” She tried desperately to look at the timer, through eyes made bleary by tears. There were still three digits showing, so that meant at least another minute.
She could outlast it. She could endure.
The tickling stayed horribly constant. The sensitivity raising agent doing its part to make even the lightest brush ignite a crackle of feelings. “Mmmmhhmmmhmm. Hahaha! Ahahahahah no hohohoho!!” She couldn’t keep it together, she instead did the one thing she could, counting in her head, she forced her eyes to stay open this time, peeling her head back to stare upwards.
Her count reached sixty. Something felt off, surely that was two minutes yet it hadn’t even slowed! She blinked and squeezed until one eye was clear enough to look at the timer. ‘1:55’... her heart sank. It hadn’t been two minutes she was facing but two hours!