Of Legendary Proportions - Part 2
#4 of Commissions
'After endruing the hellish torture of overstimulation, Lugia awakens to find himself still straped down to the padded table. Alone, confused, and terrified, he's about to be put through a test that will bring him to the exact opposite end of the spectrum; Joy and pleasure.'
Bam! Part two of blueswallow's commission series! :D I have a... Secret love for tickling >///> So this was lots of fun to work on! Hope you enjoy~
It had been a long, long... How long had he been here, exactly? Lugia honestly couldn't remember. It had felt something close to days... And he wasn't wrong. For seventy-two hours, three whole days, he had been subjected to constant, never-ending milking. Being a legendary creature, eating, sleeping, and even breathing were all optional for him, and there was something inside him that kept the poor Avian from forcing himself to sleep, forcing him to endure every agonizing second of his sore, tired cock being milked. He'd stopped crying long ago, his eyes glazed over, hips weakly twitching as it just went on and on and on. Each 'orgasm' yielded only a tiny drop or two of his seed, but it was enough for the milking cup - that perfectly tight, warm, soft piece of machinery - to keep going. The toy in his tailhole had never once stopped pressing and squirming against his prostate, much like his own prehensile cock pressed and squirmed in to that horrifyingly perfect milker.
Finally, right at the seventy-two hour mark, His mind was finally allowed to shut down and go to sleep.
When next he woke, Lugia let out a groan. His ordeal hadn't been some hellish nightmare, but reality. He was still strapped down to the padded table, all his limbs bound by thick metal bands. Even his beak had one, keeping him from making anything but the most basic of sounds. At least that damned milking machine was gone, and the toy that had been slid into his virgin tailhole was gone... Lugia felt another tear roll down his cheek, wondering what new torture he'd have to endure today. Why was he here? Why had the people that captured him done all this!? What was the point to making his cock feel like it was about to fall off!? None of this made sense to him, and he just wanted it to be over... He wanted to go back home to his nest on the rocky crag out in the sea, he wanted to see his friend again, and he wanted to resume his duty as protector of the seas.
"Subject L-002 awake. Beginning sensitivity tests."
Lugia howled and thrashed, looking around franticly for the source of the voice. He wanted out, damn it! He was done being a test subject! He strained as hard as he could against the metal braces keeping him bound to the table, letting out a muffled scream around his bound beak. The metal creaked a bit... But Lugia ran out of strength long before he'd done any damage to anything. He lay panting on the table now, crying quietly, and chest heaving from exertion. He looked up at the only thing in the room he could see other than the blank wall and himself; the camera. His eyes showed fear and sorrow, looking at the camera pleadingly. He just wanted to go home... He wanted to be free... He wanted-
"What you want is of no consequence to me. I'm here to conduct tests on you. What you feel, what you're going through, none of that matters to me. I'm going to conduct these tests as instructed, no matter how much you hate them or how they make you feel. I am a cold, emotionless machine. Literally. I am an AI with no emotions. Now you can either suck it up and deal with it, or be miserable. You're going to be here a long time. Either way, the test begins now."
Lugia was shocked for a few minutes. Not only had the voice known exactly what he was thinking, but it revealed he was going to be here for more than a few tests. Tears continued to leak from his eyes, and cold, hard, overpowering dread filled his--SSSSS! Lugia squealed and thrashed, his eyes going wide. There was something tickling his talons! He clenched his toes, tried to pull them away, to make the tickling stop! But all his attempts were thwarted by the thick iron bands around his legs, keeping his talons in place while something thin and fuzzy teased and tickled at his feet. Lugia squealed again and started to pant, unable to stop squirming. God, what was this!? Why was he being tickled!? What scientific information could this possibly provide!?
Lugia never got an answer. The tickling kept up for nearly five minutes, and when whatever it was that had been making him squirm was gone, Lugia was panting hard. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, before ceasing all together. The perks of being legendary... Or curse, in this case. He didn't need to breathe, being a legendary, but it was still nice to do so... But it also meant that, as he also didn't need to eat or sleep, this torture could potentially never end. And if there was something keeping the Avian from forcing himself to sleep... He could be forced to stay awake for years, suffering every second of every day.
Lugia didn't have long to dwell on that morbid thought, and once more squealed when the two tickling tendrils found their way to his sides! He took in a gasp of breath of reflex, though it quickly made its escape through a howl of forced laughter. Lugia tried to stop breathing again, and succeeded for a moment, but - Much like his cock - His lungs started to betray him after a few seconds! He was forced to pant and take in air, which was then expelled in a chorus of wails, cries, moans, and howls. The tendrils would stop for a few seconds, allow Lugia to calm down ever so slightly, and then move on to a new area.
This kept going for what felt like hours, but was really only closer to fifteen minutes or so. Tears were, once again, flowing down Lugia's face, but these were from laughter as opposed to frustration and fear. The two tendrils were currently squirming against his rounded belly, snaking between the soft feathers to tickle at the flesh beneath. The tendrils were inching lower and lower, a fact that went unnoticed by the overstimulated, shivering Lugia, until he felt something tickle against his male-slit.
His eyes went wide, and he bucked hard when he felt not one, but two presses against his slit, gradually increasing pressure until--Mmpph! Lugia moaned, his eyes rolling back, and his body started to thrust of its own volition. Oooh god, w-what was happening!? Why did this feel so good!? Lugia tried to fight the teasing, ticklish pleasure he was feeling radiating from the slit between his legs, but it was a losing battle, and before long he was moaning and thrusting in earnest. His fears and worries were lost in an intense haze of pleasure, and there was little Lugia could do but sit there and enjoy the tickling that was worming deeper and deeper in to his male-slit. The tendrils were juuuust small enough not to actually touch his cock, which was once again betraying him by refusing to get hard, or even wiggle around and press against those sly little devils!
Unfortunately, the wonderful sensations were over far too soon for Lugia's liking, his mind flooded with hormones. Why had he gotten so aroused so fast? Was it the same thing forcing him to breath and controlling his cock? Again, Lugia never found the answer. He was far too distracted by the feeling of his cock finally hardening to try and figure them out on his own. He watched and waited, squirming... Delight? He'd been so morbid and depressed moments ago, how could he_want_ these tendrils to continue touching him now? Well, Lugia didn't really care. He moaned when the tendrils graced his cock, starting to tickle and caress the base of his shaft. Oh, how he wanted to wrap it around one of his 'assailants' and never let go!
The squirming tentacles caressed and teased Lugia's cock longer than any other part of his body, slowly working from the base up to his tip, making sure they'd caressed every single centimeter of flesh they could before barely moving higher to do the same. Lugia was lost in a haze of arousal, whatever force driving these tendrils also driving him up the wall! His orgasm building oh so slowly now, just creeping up from the depths. At the back of his mind, he found it odd he wasn't hypersensitive and writhing in discomfort instead of pleasure. How long had he been out, exactly...?
It didn't matter. It seemed like the tendrils were rising along his shaft with his orgasm, and they were now dancing at his tip! Lugia could feel his internal testes churning, his cock tingling, endorphins flooding his mind. Yes... Yes... Come on, just tease a bit more, and flick a bit harder... Please! Mnng! Lugia clenched his eyes shut, bucking as hard as he could into the tentacles. He was so close! Pre practically shot from his tip at this point, and his need to cum was constantly climbing higher and higher, but his proximity to orgasm wasn't.
Lugia cried out in frustration, pulling hard on his bonds again not to escape, but to try and reach down and force himself over the edge! He knew he didn't have the focus to try and use his psychic powers, and with everything else unusable while he was bound, escape was his only choice! But, just as before, all he managed to do was get a tiny creak out of the metal bands holding him down. Lugia fell back in to the padded table, panting hard, hips starting to ache from the rapid thrusting. But he couldn't stop! Whether it was the same forces that controlled his breathing and cock or simply the baser parts of his mind forcing him to buck, he did not know, but he simply couldn't cease his thrusting.
Which only made not being able to cum so much worse! The tendrils just continued to dance at his tip, barely touching his flesh to keep him dangling right at the edge. Lugia's heart pounded in his chest, and through the hormones in his head, he silently screamed for release. The irony of his situation was not lost on him; He'd been screaming for the stimulation to stop before, and now he was begging for it to get stronger and stronger.
His wish was soon granted.
Lugia's closed eyes snapped open, and he let out the strangest noise he'd ever heard himself make. One of the tentacles had surged forward without warning, and slid_inside_ his cock! The feeling was foreign and new, and his cock throbbed all the harder at being tickled inside! Lugia had never considered putting anything inside his cock, but now that his vision was blanked white from the intense pleasure shooting through his body, he wanted more! The tentacle was more than happy to oblige, sliding deeper and deeper, using it's fuzzy length to squirm and thrash against the inside of Lugia's cock.
Its twin was only adding to the intense pleasure, and had started to wrap and coil around Lugia's length like a snake. It followed its brother as it dove deeper, stimulating from the outside at the same pace the other was stimulating from within. Lugia was lost in a white sea of bliss, unable to feel anything but the intense pleasure radiating outward from his groin. The two tendrils soon reached the base of his shaft and went still, but Lugia kept mindlessly thrusting, cock twitching, pre squirting out from around the thin blockage.
It took quite some time before Lugia realized something was wrong. His eyes snapped open once again, and he looked down as best he could. His hips were burning now, but he didn't care. Each thrust made the tentacle inside his cock shift around, making the pleasure and need grow and grow... Without an end in sight. Lugia whined, heart starting to fill with dread. He was so close, and the stimulation was so intense! He should have been cumming, but he wasn't!
It was as if the tentacles had been waiting for this realization. Lugia howled, and the tendrils started to work his cock over, making Lugia pant and buck. The tendril outside his cock started to pump and squeeze, rubbing and tickling his flesh from all sides, and the one inside him started to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before diving back in. Lugia saw stars with every thrust and squeeze, eyes rolling back in his head, but it wasn't enough to bring him over! He whined and moaned in equal measure, wanting to badly to cum, but also wanting the pleasure to never end!
Just as before, the test went on for seventy two hours. For three days straight, Lugia screamed to cum, his cock tingling and leaking, his hips burning from the intensity of his thrusts. The tendrils stopped every twenty-four hours, and tickled him head to toe again, before going back to edging him until the next twenty-four hour mark. By the time Lugia was finally allowed to sleep, his mind was all but lost, all rational thought or sentient ideas having been smothered by the intense pleasure and need to cum. Just before he slipped in to the realms of sleep, strange characters and lettering danced before his eyes. Or, rather, in them. The nanites inside his body formed a small HUD in his eyes, projecting a message for him that he didn't understand;
||Beginning mind-reconstruction. Estimated time; Twenty-Seven hours. Ability to continue testing upon completion... Confirmed. 3,798 tests queued for test subject L-002.||