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The devices, kept just inches away for so long, all thrummed back to life. Squeezing chests, rubbing bodies, tickling sensitive nerves, the pause had done little to let them all cool down. Arthur shut his eyes for a little, enjoying the fresh cacophony of gagged laughter. It had such a different sound that was ever so distinct. "Let's hear their real voices again, though, my dear assistant." He said as he went back to sit down. The hyena obliged him, stripping the gags away from their lips and filling the room with the struggles of the three voices.

The two watchers sat there, one modulating the controls to keep the girls stimulated to excess and the other basking in their cries for a good few minutes before he felt it was time to press forward. "This one usually breaks someone down, it's why we moved it to be this late." He said as more of the arms shook in the air. These went down toward the girl's heads, shaped caps on the end that targeted their ears. Each filled with wiggling tendrils of varied lengths set to never risk harm, but still fragile enough to make them suffer yet another assault. It was here that the charr squealed the loudest, having four ears compared to the other girl's count of two each. Her eyes widened and she tried to pull her head away from them, groaning at the touch.

Shi Fen was also struggling, even though her ears looked stable she was particularly sensitive in them, one of the reasons she'd never invested in earrings like other pandaren might. "Nnngh nohohoh, aaah my ears, t-that's the worst yet!" The pandaren cracked into saying, but even so, she and the others were fighting the laughter, not breaking just yet. In fact, Arthur flicked his ear, it sounded almost like the pause had changed her outlook, she seemed more accepting somehow.

The charr however, clearly didn't want any of this and had lost her calm once again, "B-burn me, target something else you monsters!" She growled out around suppressed laughter.

The male smiled and made eye contact. "As you insist, you have your kitty friend to blame for the next step coming so soon." It was about time anyway, but fostering such feelings amused him. The claws that had been brushing their chests pulled away, still groping the tauren and pandaren, and still rubbing lightly at the charr's front, but instead tiny cups on arms came down with a pair of clamps in front of each. Every nipple was latched onto and then tickled and squeezed, while at the same time the zipper's at their crotches were pulled open, splitting the fabric from far enough in front that it easily exposed their privates. Teasing brushes with highly flexible tips descended on them, brushing the tender flesh in a far more sensual and less tickling way at first, all a trap to excite their bodies and bring the blood to the area. The brushes pulled back when Tessa judged each girl's caves to be ready and then another of the soft bristled rings much smaller in size was pressed forward, waiting to be slipped over their clitorises.

All of the girls moaned at some point, mixing in with their laughter as their bodies were sexually teased too, the slow build up leading to this was almost inevitable, as a brush, claw, wand or feather was nestled against every possible point of stimulation. The tauren was practically lowing as her legs fought to close, wanting to cover that spot, her head hung as she moaned out "S-stop. It's ... it's too much. I quit." She wailed, dreading what was going to come instead.

"Contestant four has fallen. I hope our viewers are applauding her efforts. It all started to spin out of control for her and now she's fallen, time to say goodbye to those pretty hooves." The glass screen slid into place and then he turned back. The two remaining bays were split in such a way that it was difficult to watch both at once, but that just meant he could focus on the girls one at a time. The pandaren and the charr... he hadn't predicted this to be the final head to head.

Charrol was supported rather than dragged out of where she sat, she was still a failure but she'd made it nearly to the final acts of the endurance, which had earned her a less torturous fate. She knew better than to offer her thanks, walking onward as they led her through hallways. A raven intercepted her along the way, inclining his head with a tiny touch of respect. "You made it far enough to pass beyond the point of objectification, you should be happy, tauren. Instead you, and indeed, whoever fails next, will get to serve us."

Her jumpsuit was removed all the same, and she was directed to sit on a bench. "Your first duty every morning will be in here." She looked up exhaustedly. Every muscle in her body ached. She didn't want to think of having to work so soon after those wearying hours of struggling, but beyond the door she was shown she saw a garden of some sort. An indoor room filled with plant life and thick earthen beds, the smell that wafted in was far more pleasant to her nature loving background than the clinical rooms of the building. "You are to water and feed the plants." He said.

She blinked. There must have been something more to it than that. "And you start now." He added, cutting off her questions before they'd formed. "You will have a suit more fitting to your duty made up for you, but for now you will work in your... natural form."

He pushed a heavy watering can forward and pointed to the supply shed. Charrol took a step forward into the garden and the door was pulled shut behind her. The crow departing. Of course it wasn't that simple, even though she suspected a trap when she tipped the watering can forward onto the nearest plant, the vines it whipped out at her were a shock. Lashing around her legs and arms and pulling her in more insistent than those vines that had bound her back on Azeroth. She stared as an overgrown horror of a mouth yawned up at her. Half flower-bulb half head, a slavering tongue slurping along her body before it snapped shut over her torso. The vines split up, the bud sealing air-tight to her hips as more tentacles sprung to life inside. It was just another tickling fate after all. Her legs were kicking with no effect at the interior of the plant, and soon more vines were snaking towards her from outside, binding, pulling, pushing but all very much covered in either whip like tips that rubbed or irritating hairs that stimulated with some chemical laced on their fine tips.

She bellowed as her fist managed to thump the plant once, and then it was snatched up by a vine and tugged away. A long fluted flower quested forward, it's petals splayed, searching for an orifice. It found her mouth, which suited it fine, pressing a sweet nectar into her lips it stuck on, and soon the tauren found herself intoxicated. So much so that her tongue was lolling out of her mouth in between shorter sporadic laughs. That turned to an abject moan of lust, the nectar wakening sexual heat in her which the plants detected, and the one lucky enough to have snared her hips eagerly lapped between her legs with it's pseudo-tongue. Two thin stems rubbing and stimulating while a rounded and far more phallic tendril started to quest inside her. There were worse plants still in the garden, those who'd see her body as a seed bed, and it would be her duty to tend to them, too, in time. The plant would release her eventually, when it had drank it's fill, which, if she was lucky, would only take till her third climax. The challenge would be getting out of the garden on wobbly legs before another plant snared her.

Some days they would be almost docile, allowing her to water and tend to them. But then that was the gamble of her reward. None of the staff could control the garden, so when it felt frisky she would suffer the tickling violations it threw at her. Otherwise she would have easy days. Still, she would eventually come to admit the gamble certainly beat the maddening pressure that the first two losers of the contest had received.

The contest had not paused while Charrol's new role as a slave was given to her, as soon as the glass slid down on the tauren girl, Arthur gave the signal for the next stage. The last two girls were filling the air with their laughter, still, but the hot blush on their faces spoke of another feeling building between their legs. "Don't overdo it now." He said softly to Tessa, they weren't supposed to climax, after all, though the torments of the tickling mostly undercut the risk anyway.

A scalpel came out in front of both women, a safe, blunt side towards their body as it was tucked under their jumpsuits, shredding the garment's open and pulling them off. The goal was not humiliation, even though it brought some flustering to both of the now nude girls.

Instead another set of nozzles came out, prepared with the sensitivity spray that had been mixed into a thicker viscous goo. Without being meticulously rubbed into the skin as the khajiit's had, the effects would be far shorter lived, but just as intense. For now, it made every part of the two girls' bodies so sensitive that they could swear they felt every single bristle well enough to count the hairs. The ear ticklers thrummed their horrible torture, the feathers at their necks had been upgraded to buzzing collars. From the wands at their pits, to the bristles at their palms ut all felt so much worse.

The spray started to press their chests, the squeezing knead at Shi Fen's breasts and the stomach brushing and nipple tickling at Severa's became all the more agonizing. The nozzles ignored their sexes, at least, instead targeting the soles and pads of their feet. And these did receive a rubbing brush, kneaded into the fur and skin to ensure that they were made the most sensitive.

Still they both held on, but Arthur could hear the strain in their laughter. With the even coat spread, a larger nozzle of the slime raised up and started to pour, the tingling liquid coating their sides and dripping down the floor, Severa's eyes rolled up at that and she let out one long yowl before she slumped forward, passed out. "Oh! What a surprise! And the grizzled soldier loses at the penultimate hurdle!" He said, the glass panel sliding up. Arthur was surprised but hardly displeased, he could have picked either of these girls for the roles they were to take, but there was something ironically amusing to him about what the most dangerous fighter amongst them was to become.

The charr was easily the bulkiest of them all, and thus needed multiple people to handle her collapsed body. They left her unconscious form on a table as they scrubbed her clean of the tingling slime before fetching her new uniform. Sheer footless stockings were slid up her legs with matching sleeves for her arms. A black and white maid's outfit was prepared for her, tapered in to her measurements, it was something the strong charr would never have chosen to wear, but here her choice would be that or nudity.

A muzzle was found and stretched over her snout as a precaution, to be taken off if she proved to behave well, and then they moved to dress her with the items that would ensure her temperament didn't boil up. The first was a fitted chastity belt, the shield hollow and concave. Bending out to allow the use of teasing feathery disks that would press across her labia and torment her clit. Then came the shoes, custom crafted devices that split her toes apart and held rollers and more of those terrible pink pads just out of reach of her legs. Every step would push her into them and tickle her, but standing still would instead have them rise up. If she tried to avoid them for too long then they'd be constantly teasing her paws until she walked far enough to placate the mechanisms. The one exception was her new room, when crossing the door a toggle signal was sent, meaning she could rest at night, but when she was on duty it was back to the torment.

From here on, her treatment in the facility would be entirely contingent on her behaviour, if she chose to accept her role more and more privileges would be granted, even the belt removed if she went for a month without incident. But if she defied them, then she'd be sent to the staff dormitories, where even if her belt and boots would permit sleep, someone would always be awake to employ her other services, for now she was carried back to her room where one of the staff waited to explain it all when she woke.

As for the game, it was now down to its last contender. The pandaren was showing surprising fortitude in her struggles. To think Arthur thought she'd fail second, how wrong he'd been, still the game wasn't over until she broke. The goo had almost expended it's supply, hanging on her body so thick that little of her natural colour was left to be seen. Her eyes were wide, tear streaked with the grimace of one being forced to endure unbearable pleasure. Her chest couldn't suck in as much air as her body wanted, so she felt constantly on the verge of hyperventilation.

Arthur was out of his seat, leaning on the door frame of the last bay, all the glass had cleared or retracted, showing that it was just Tessa, Arthur and the tormented pandaren in the room. He turned around, she wasn't breaking and wasn't collapsing, he nodded to his assistant with a wink. At once, all the tools stopped, every last one retracting away and with a deeper whirr, the floor below the bench rose up, it was another shaped casket, mimicking the position the pandaren was in and lined with tentacles that were already thrashing hungrily to tickle and tease. The pandaren gave them one look and let out a whimper before the machines closed over her, covering her head.

There was not much for a spectator to view at this point, only the boxes angular metal visible, but a microphone embedded inside the device recorded each utterance she made, transmitting that adorable laughter as every inch of her was tickled. A truly hellish blitz of whirring tendrils lashed her until she could take no more. "Ahahah, s-stop! Stop it! Make it all go away!!!" She squealed. For good measure though, Arthur held up a hand and so Tessa didn't disengage the locks for another full minute.

With a hiss, the container opened, and the pandaren slumped forward, still conscious, but exhausted. Her whole body tingled and twitched as he went to her side. "We have a winner." He said, smiling down, she'd make him very happy, he could tell.

She was taken out of the restraining bench and taken straight out to the small cell she'd spent the night before in. Exhausted from the hours of torture she collapsed and fell into a sleep that was plagued with crazed dreams, many of which woke her but the fatigue was so strong that she fell asleep again. She was left to sleep as long as her body wanted, monitored but not forced out of bed, and thus it was the following afternoon when her eyes finally stayed open.

The crow was the one who came to fetch her once she'd gotten up and squeezed herself into the fresh suit that had been hung up, waiting for her. He was flanked by the large she-bear and zebra, who took the pandaren's wrists and cuffed them in front of her, tugging her away to an imposing looking chair. Shi Fen couldn't help eyeing it nervously as there were yet more restraints on it. When she was placed on the chair they snapped against her ankles, wrists and neck, holding her in place.

"I thought I was a winner. What are you going to do to me now?" She said, worried and sounding even a little bit betrayed. Arthur was there, of course, Tessa at his side, the canine walking closer to lay his hand over one of the pandaren's and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"We're going to give you your prize, believe me when I say this one you will like, eventually, if not at first." He said, and the seemingly legitimate tenderness of his words just made the pandaren more confused.

They pulled down a visor that was mounted above the chair and pressed it over her eyes, swirling lights and mixing colours filled her vision, spellbinding her into a trance. Her words turned to just soft gasps, not saying any more once she was taken in. Their goal was no longer to torture or tease the pandaren. The soft brushes pressed into her body once more, but this time targeting the areas that, from their analysis of the video feed, spoke of actual enjoyment.

At first, they gave a more sensual stroking, rubbing like a tender massage, pressing into the pandaren's rounded body and parting the thick fur. Arthur pulled a chair closer and sat in it, directly in front of her. His hands pressed forward, gripping her soft soled feet and giving them an adoring massage. Ear-phones lowered to press over the girl's head and started to whisper calming and soothing hypnotic suggestions.

Soon she was relaxed, and then slowly they built up the pressure, it took the better part of the day as they started with brushing rubs, added in light tickling, the wands and feathers making another return though Artur insisted on wielding them manually when it came to her paws, and though she laughed, squirming fitfully at first there was far less desperation in her voice. Her reward becoming clear as over a period of weeks they returned her to hypnotic trances and slowly muddied the lines between torment and pleasure with it all.

Shi Fen was eager now instead of afraid, sitting in the chair with a bubbly giggle and needing no restraining as she was brainwashed and conditioned into being a pliant and adoring tickle pet.

None of the girls found freedom, Qa'ranji least of all. Her mouth, feet and ass were used for the staff's pleasure, some even further binding her and taking her to their beds for the night, the cruel suit was removed only once she'd broken from it. They made her model other garments, all restraining and humiliating in some way, as they would rehabilitate her, only to lock her back in the suit to break her again. Sometimes months before she was released for another cycle.

Miranda reached a point where she no longer laughed during all hours of the day, instead she moaned and mewled, on occasion her prison would be adjusted so that her paws were on display instead of, or sometimes as well as her head, both receiving the abuse of the restless or horny staff members, thanks to a ring gag, or having just the flexibility to give paw jobs even when that restrained. They would at least give her one day of rest every two weeks, locked in a cell when she wasn't being exercised. But every few weeks they had concocted a new frame that left her only partially revealed and the rest of her teased.

Ahkasari soon gave in too, though she was tickled infrequently enough that it remained tormentous. Occasionally they'd change the frame or invent a new holder for her to be held in, always making sure at least her paws and one other aspect were displayed, and could be touched. She became so resigned to it that they began to make her display emphasise art and originality more, and even when she was posed in unlocked frames the thought to try and escape never even crossed her mind.

A few days after her servitude had started Charrol went missing for two weeks. Eventually the tauren was discovered trapped fully inside one of the voracious plants, by the time they found her she'd been stuck inside a fully encasing shroud of vines, which themselves were outside of a shell of thick sap, not as tight as rubber, but still requiring a sharp point to penetrate and tear open. She had to be supervised for the following week, the chemicals it had pumped into her mouth and the seeds that incubated in her womb kept calling her back. Eventually the plant's hold wore off, but whenever she went missing for a day she was retrieved and punished with a fresh bout of mechanical tickle tortures. Which the raven seemed to be most eager to deliver, enamoured with bovine woman, he was almost tempted to offer her a staff job, but her punishment had been decided and so she stayed and served the garden.

Severa was given greater freedoms as a maid, permitted into most areas of the building, and soon even being treated courteously, if reminded of her position, by the others. They all had some fun at the Charr's expense, amused by the powerful feline- who could probably still tear them apart with her bare hands- being reduced to a cleaner and servant, who laughed constantly thanks to the cruel shoes. They would often catch her driven to distraction in a supply closet, betrayed by her own laughter, trying desperately to get into the chastity device and work on her body to earn release through sensation. Through all her attempts, she never managed to and each time she was caught they counted it as punishable behaviour and reset the duration that belt was to remain locked to her hips. She did eventually earn release from it, and thanks to the long weeks of denial fell on the first male who offered to bed her. The once proud charr became quite a nymphomaniac, and soon she too was persuaded to at least tolerate tickling, and crave paw worship.

For Shi Fen life became a cushy affair, her every need was seen to and taken care of, and she had taken to the conditioning so well that her punishments for misbehaviour were to have her paws left alone until she was sorry. She rarely needed such treatment however, and every few months her paws were given a refresher session that made them as sensitive as they had been on the first day, ensuring she always could feel rewarded by the touches she begged for. She became an expert at using her toes to bring satisfaction to Arthur, and even grew to love his own pads. And while she thought of Azeroth and her old life on occasion, it was never with any regret or unhappiness, instead feeling lucky that it brought her here. On the first anniversary of her submission she was given a choice, she couldn't ever go home, but if she wished, she could join the staff and live a normal life. Or she could have a custom latex tickle suit made, like the one the poor Qa'ranji had been trapped in, however hers would be easily detached if desired. She barely even hesitated in making the choice, she was her master's adoring paw panda, and never wanted for anything else.