Will a MAchine succeed

OriginaL Story: ****-Tech FF/F ****

Original Author: parpignollord

Original Publishing Date: Dec 3, 2011

Original Source: Ticklingforum Website

Third story attempt. Just my take on common scenario.

Just a warning, if I do finish this it will probably end up being pretty **** (hence the title.)

As always, don't be afraid to give honest feedback. I'd like to know what I should be working on.

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“Would you PLEASE get your feet off the table?” Dr. Jacobs pleaded for the fifth time that day.

“Um, no.” replied Amber flippantly as she continued to file her toenails, resting her bare feet on the work table covered in small expensive computer parts.

“This is a contamination-free electrical testing facility, not a nail salon. If any outside particles get into any of these electrical components they are practically useless. Does that mean anything to you?” Dr. Jacobs asked, now with an attitude.

“Do you have ANY idea how dorky you sound saying stuff like that?” Amber said having barely listened to her reprimand.

Dr. Jacobs felt the urge to yell at Amber for her insolence and disrespect, but remembered who her father was and buried her anger.

Meanwhile, Amber continued to use her nail file to make sure her french tips looked just right.

This was Amber's 3rd week as an intern for Digamma Technologies. Her Father, the CEO of Digamma International, had **** her to take the position after she expressed disinterest in attending college. Anything that her Dad didn't buy for her, she could always find a girl who would. Amber just didn't see the point. The only reason she agreed was to keep from being cut off.

One might question the effectiveness of this “lesson” however. It wans't like she did anything anyway. Most days Amber would simply kick her shoes off, put her feet up and listen to music, much to the technicians collective chagrin. Not only would she ignore her intern duties but her carelessness around the labs caused additional problems which had doubled the staff's workload. To avoid angering the boss they silently did their jobs putting out any fires (sometimes literally) that Amber would start. It was clear that Amber was not making any friends. In fact the ONLY friend she had made in her 3 weeks at Digamma was Brittany.

Brittany was a year older, but in the same boat. After wasting thousands of dollars on one semester of college in which she didn't attend one class, Brittany's father (the CFO of Digamma) decided she needed to learn some responsibility. Brittany's daily agenda looked very much like Amber's “nails, hair, check facebook on the supercomputer,” and she had garnered a similar hatred from the staff.

Just then Brittany entered the clean room, Uggs in hand. She pulled up a chair next to Amber and carelessly rested her bare feet on the work table as well.

“I hope you know you're destroying months of hard work. This is a clean room. Why do you think I'm wearing this anti-static body suit?” Dr. Jacobs barked.

“Um, I don't know. Cause you like looking like a dork?” Brittany replied as innocently as possible.

Dr. Jacob's had had enough. There was nothing she wanted more but to scold and fire the two as she would normal interns, but remembered that they were the progeny of the two highest people in the company. As always, she swallowed her anger.

The two girls could see this thought process through her furious bright red expression and snickered.

“I'm leaving,” Dr. Jacobs said sternly. she hurriedly got up from the table and entered the decontamination chamber.

“You have to deal with that all day?” Brittany asked.

“Yeah it, sucks.” Said Amber. “God, there is NOTHING to do around here.”

“I know. Its nothing but file cabinets and weird pieces of computers. And whatever that Sector 12 thing is.” Brittany said.

“Yeah, what the heck is that place,” Amber pressed.

“I have no idea. They say its just storage, but you can't get in without a level 10 clearance card or something.”

“Maybe it has something to do with that **** stuff.” Amber mused.

She was referring to several years ago when the company made headlines. There were rumors that Digamma had made a multibillion dollar deal with the government researching alternative interrogation techniques to circumvent its pesky 'no ****,' policy. For 2 days it was a PR nightmare, but once the high-paid company lawyers got involved the news story faded into oblivion.

Brittany replied with incredulity.

“You don't ACTUALLY think this boring company made up ways to **** people.”

“Maybe,” Amber said reverting her focus back to her toes. “I guess there's no way of knowing without a level 10 clearance card.”

Brittany nodded and looked over to the other side of the table. Reaching over the expensive electrical components, she picked up a small plastic tag to show Amber.

“You mean like this one,” Brittany said with a grin. In her hand was a badge which said 'Dr. Ally Jacobs – Level 10 clearance.”

Amber's face lit up. “Yes, exactly like that one.”

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Sector 12 was easily the weirdest thing either girl had ever seen.

Brittany and Amber stood in a second story control room overlooking an area about half the size of a football field separated by a thick pane of reinforced 2 way glass.

The control room they were standing in, however, looked like something out of a scifi movie. Under the giant pane of glass was a control board with dozens of dials, switches, indicator lights, and LCD screens. Their curiosity was officially sparked.

“Should we turn it on to see what it does?” Amber asked timidly.

“Um, yeah!” Brittany replied confidently.

“But I don't want to get in trouble.”

“You won't,” Brittany said “That Dr. Jacobs bitch will.”

“Oh, good point.” Said Brittany as she confidently switched on a large toggle labeled 'power.'

Suddenly the large control panel came to life. The computer began booting which caused the display screens and lights to blink. The girls could feel the vibrations of a large generator humming through the soles of their bare feet.

The large room they overlooked was illuminated as well. Ivory colored tiles covered every surface.

Everything looked so futuristic. The girls were in awe. Their wonderment was soon interrupted by a loud computer voice.

“T.I.C.L.E **** device armed and operational.”

Amber and Brittany turned to each other to make eye contact.

“Did it just say 'tickle ****?'” Brittany asked with a smile.

Amber looked down at the now glowing display screen which said 'Tactile Incitement and Critical Learning Extractor.'

“Oh my gosh, this is a tickle **** machine” Amber said bursting into laughter. Brittany joined in. Both girls amused at the thought of it.

“Can you imagine? Being captured by the government and being tickled for information.” Brittany asked.

“No way! I'm so ticklish. I'd tell them anything they wanted to know, haha”

“Yeah, me too,” Brittany agreed. “Still it would be pretty funny to see it happen,” she said with a smile.

“I know,” Amber said a little disappointed that she couldn't see this monster in action.

Just then something caught Brittany's eye.

“Amber, look!” She said pointing through the glass down towards the bottom floor.

It was a young woman, about 26, carrying a mop and cleaning cart into the large tiled room. she wore a black jumpsuit with a nametag that said 'Danielle.' The large metallic doors she had come in through were wide open. Danielle began cleaning the white tiles without any idea that she was being watched from above.

Brittany and Amber gave each other the same mischievous grin. They just couldn't help themselves.

“Amber,” Brittany said politely “the doors...if you wouldn't mind?”

“With pleasure” Amber replied, pressing a button labeled 'door lock.'

This automatically shut the large mechanical doors. Additionally it caused a third panel of reinforced steel to come down over the entrance which cut off all access to the exit. This all happened in a matter of seconds causing a loud metallic thud which startled Danielle.

Danielle looked back and saw the exit had disappeared. This made her a tad nervous as she began scanning the room to find another way out. she had no such luck.

“Excuse me.” Danielle shouted timidly. “There's uh...there's someone in here.” her voice came through a small speaker in the control room.

“Looks like we have a volunteer,” Brittany said holding back laughter.

“Do you know what you're doing?” Amber asked.

“No idea,” Brittany chuckled.

“Right,” Amber said clapping her hands. “Lets see what this baby can do.”

Brittany sat down at the panel and scanned the many controls before her. She found a microphone next to a button labeled 'Intercom.' She pressed the button and leaned into the mic.

“Hello?” Brittany's voice boomed over a speaker in the chamber.

The loud noise once again startled Dani, but it relieved her to know she wasn't alone. “Hey, there's someone in here.” she shouted back.

Amber and Brittany giggled at her look of relief. Brittany again spoke into the mic.

“Um...I know. You've been chosen.” She laughed.

“Chosen? I'm not a scientist. I'm with Digamma Labor Solutions, I'm just here to clean. There must have been some kind of error. My name is Danielle Rickberg, employee number 346...”

“Oh, there's no error. You have been specially selected to be a part of our new 'guinea pig' program. Congratulations!” Brittany joked.

At this point Amber found a button labeled 'Secure Subject.' She pressed it to see what would happen.

“Guinea Pig? What are you tal...” Dani was interrupted by loud noises and movement above. she looked up to see a giant menacing claw being lowered into the room. “Hey, no. I didn't sign up for anything like this.”

As the claw grew closer to her Dani tried to run. This proved to be a futile decision, for as soon as she made a move the giant metal claw sprang to life. Dani ran as fast as she could trying to dodge the claw's attack, but she was no match for it's superior engineering and state-of-the-art targeting system. The claw grasped her by her jumpsuit and began to lift her into the air.

Meanwhile, Amber and Brittany were laughing their asses off. Dani’s escape attempts looked like something from a cartoon. The girls were having the time of their life. They continued to laugh as the claw drew her further up until Dani dangled about 3 meters from the observation glass facing them.

“What is happening?!” Dani barked.

Amber saw a now glowing button labeled “Prepare Subject.” She pressed it, naturally.

On the wall behind Dani some panels had shifted and a long metal column extended horizontally from the wall towards him. Dani heard the mechanical sounds behind her and tried to turn to see what it was, which turned out to be considerably dificult suspended by the claw.

As the giant metal probe finally reached Dani, the end split into 5 separate poles with a padded shackle on the end. The shackles clasped her wrists and ankles and extended themselves, forcing her into a taught spread eagle position. The fifth shackle braced her head, but also lit up.

“SUBJECT ANALYSIS INITIATED” The computer voice from before announced.

“Brittany, look” Amber said in amazement.

Three different monitor screens lit up before the girls. One was titled “Heart Rate” another “Stimulation Zones” and the last “Neuroactivity.”

The Heart Rate screen displayed Dani’s pulse in red, which was now at around 106 bpm.

The Neuroactivity monitor represented Dani’s brain activity graphically as a glowing line. Any time Dani would move the line would shift a very small amount. Near top of the monitor was a small red light next to a hashmark labeled 'Danger.'

And finally, the Stimulation Zone screen showed a computerized diagram of Dani mapping out the highest concentration of nerves represented in glowing blue. Most of the body was somewhat blue, but there was apparently a high concentration of nerves in her sides, breasts, navel, pussy and feet.

Amber and Brittany soaked all of this in. It was clear that a lot of engineers had spent countless hours and millions of dollars perfecting this advanced **** device. And now, the two girls were in complete control of it. As well as the fate of a helpless test subject.

“Oh, I get it.” Amber said observing the Stimulation display. “The blue areas are where she’s most ticklish.”

“Right, but how do we get to them?” Brittany said with a puzzled expression. “Nevermind” She said shortly after seeing a button labeled 'Strip' and pressing it without hesitation.

Three metal tentacles came out of nowhere and began to scan Dani.

'Heart Rate: 110 bpm'

Then the tentacles sprouted razor blades...

'Heart Rate: 121 bpm'

They lunged at Dani, effortlessly making precision cuts along her jumpsuit. The tentacles retracted and then a large vacuum tube rose from the ground up in front of Dani. With a quick whir of an industrial motor the vacuum sucked Dani’s clothes into oblivion stripping and leaving her completely **** to the girls sinister will. Dani’s mipples stiffened in the cool air.

Brittany and Amber laughed at how they stripped her in a matter of seconds.

“You sure can get a slut’s clothes off fast,” Amber ribbed.

“What can I say, haha” Brittany said. The two looked over Dani’s helpless naked body and then at each other to ask if they should really test this weapons grade tickle **** machine on this random innocent chick. As the same mischievous smile crept onto both their faces, they knew the answer was 'absolutely.'

Brittany leaned into the mic again. “Comfy?” Her voice echoed in the chamber.

“WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!” Dani shouted looking all around the room for some escape.

“Here, I'll show you.” Brittany said.

Amber found a switch labeled 'Engage Subject: Level 1.' 'Seems like a good place to start.' she said internally while flipping the switch.

Four electric pads flipped out from behind him. Two secured themselves on the soles of her bare feet and the other two planted themselves on both sides of her ribs. The girls deducted that the tickling must shoot out from the electric pads, or something.

Dani felt the cold metal pads on her feet and ribs. her heart rate increased further still.

“Check this, out” Brittany said. She looked as Amber to start the tickling. Finally getting used to the controls, it only took Amber a moment to find the large knob which ranged in sensory stimulation levels. She grasped the knob and taking a cue from Brittany increased it from 0 to the lowest setting.

The pads began to glow red. Dani felt the effects immediately. Suddenly inescapable electric tickles began dancing across her sensitive soles. she tried with all her strength to lift her feet even a milimeter from the pad, but she was **** to absorb every evil sensation.

“Wha...what is thihehe...this..haha?” Dani asked anxiously.

“This is a tickle **** machine, stilly. Can't you tell?” Brittany patronizingly replied complimenting the look of horror which spread across Dani’s face.

“No...nohoho...please not thahahaha...I ca...”

“We thought you might get a kick out of it” Brittany giggled. “And look, there are different levels!”

Without a cue, Amber turned the knob up one to level 2.

Now the monitor labeled 'Neuroactivity' became active. The line representing Dani’s brain activity began dancing across the screen.

“Bahahahah. No, Plehahaha that tickhahahaha” Dani began to plead as best she could.

“Thats how much it tickles at level 2?!” Brittany asked Amber.

“Yep. And it goes up to 12,” Amber said. Shewon't be forgetting this any time soon.” Amber lowered the knob back to level 1.

“Please no...don't. I tellhahaha, I'll tell you anything. Just don't turhehehe, turn those on agaihehehen” said a terrified Dani who had been drained of defiance. If this machine was designed to break highly trained commandos hardened by combat, then Dani never stood a chance. However, she was not hooked up to this monstrosity by Queen or country, but by the sadistic boredom of two ditsy teenagers. And they weren't done with her yet...not by a longshot.

“Funny thing is, we are going to turn them on again.” Brittany laughed as Dani’s eyes widened. “And fyi, what you just felt is at the very lowest setting. Its about to get worse.” Brittany said with a smirk.

Amber, needing no direction, brought the knob up past level one and two, resting it on level three.

These ticklish sensations were even more wicked than the previous. Dani had **** but to bare these superticklish pulses shooting though her ribs and feet.

The 'Neuroactivity' monitor began to jump even higher on the screen.

The girls thought Dani’s look of surprise when the ticklish pulses were sent through her body was priceless. All three of them continued to laugh, Dani because she was being mercilessly tortured, and Amber/Brittany because it was the most fun they had all Summer.

After about 3 minutes, Amber brought the knob back down to level one.

Brittany and Amber had to pull themselves together. Dani’s reaction to level 3 had them rolling on the floor laughing. As Brittany sat back up in her chair she noticed the Neuroactivity monitor.

“Hey Amber, what is that Neutro-whatever thing?” She asked.

Amber glanced up at the fluxuating line.

“Um, I think its her brain. The more I turned the knob the farther up the line shot.” Amber said speculatively.

“Hmm, and I guess that danger light thing says when she’s going bonkers or something.”

“Yeah,” Amber snickered. “It hasn't lit up yet though.”

It took Dani a while to regain her composure. she had never felt anything as maddening as these electric tickles, and she still couldn't comprehend why this was happening to her. Finally coherent thought returned to her mind.

Before she could raise her voice to plead with the girls (which she knew as a large mirrored window and booming intercom voice Brittany addressed her once more.

“Now that I think about it, we really are going about this the wrong way. We should be getting info from you.” She said.

Her statement barely registered with Dani. she was still heaving and shivering in fear.

“So I've decided what we're going to do. We're going to quiz you, like a game show on TV. Doesn't that sound fun?” Brittany asked enthusiastically.

“Wh..wha?” Dani muttered.

“I'll explain. We're going to ask you three questions. For every one you get right we'll lower the dial one setting. For every wrong answer, we'll raise it 3. Fair enough?” Brittany asked.

“Please, no...I'll, give you anything you wa....” Dani trailed away.

“Sounds like she’s ready to play!” Brittany chuckled. “3 seconds on the clock. In what book does the character Bella have to choose between a vampire named Edward and werewolf named Jacob?”

Dan felt a slight glimmer of hope. “Tw...Twilight?”

Brittany waited the 3 seconds.

“Oh, I'm soooo sorry. The correct answer was Twilight: New Moon. You know what that means!” She said emphatically.

Amber reached for the knob once more.

Upon hearing that her answer was unacceptable, Dani’s face quickly morphed into a terrified gasp.

Without pause Amber turned the knob to level four.

Dani burst into insane laughter.

Ticklish sensations began a full-on offensive on Dani’s brain. Unlike feathers or fingernails, the shocks were constant and she could feel them throughout her body. At any other level than the first Dani was unable to make any noise than maniacal laughter. she tried her hardest to struggle against the cold steel shackles, but succeeded only in futilely clasping her fingers.

The girls continued to laugh at the silly face Dani made at level three. Though she smiled through uproarious laughter her expression was clearly one of panic.

“Bwahahahahaha, hahahahahaha” she yelled incessantly.

'Priceless' the girls thought.

Amber and Brittany still found her suffering very amusing but were becoming increasingly interested in the machine's capabilities. They checked the neuroactivity monitor and noticed the glowing line jumped increasingly closer to the “Danger” indicator. After about 2 minutes Amber brought the dial back down to 1, providing Dani with an very brief respite in anticipation to the horror to come.

“Please...no more. I can't...stand it” Dani heaved. she would have given anything for them to release her. she was oblivious to their mischievous motivations.

“Dan, don't be a dumb bimbo. If you really can't stand it then you just have to give the right answer.” Brittany said in a matter-of-fact tone. It began to sink in with Dani that whoever these people are couldn't be reasoned with. A conclusion completely justified by what happened next.

“What are those” Brittany said aside to Amber looking at several more buttons next to the analysis monitor. Amber shrugged with a smile and pressed them.

“Now for this next round, we've decided to make things a little more interesting. I'm sure you'll agree.” Brittany's voice boomed and Dani heard more mechanical movement from behind her. Four more electric pads emerged. The first two planted themselves on the backs of her knees.

The moment she felt the cold glassy surface touch the hypersensitive area, she started freaking out even more. There was no way she could survive intense tickling from there. However, this thought process was interrupted by the vision of two more pads extending before her and securing themselves centered on her stiff nipples. And worse of all, three more on her mound, clit and thighs.

By now, Dani was in a cold sweat. Not only was this position compromising, but completely humiliating. her panic increased thinking about the intense tickling that might course through her chest at any moment. Unable to cope with the stress of the situation she was reduced to silent sobs.

This made no difference to Amber and Brittany who wanted nothing more than to see her new tickle **** slut in action. Brittany leaned into the microphone.

“Ready for round 2?” She said playfully.

Dany looked up realizing this was her only chance to escape the maddening tickle ****.

“Here we go! Tell me how many members of the Jonas brothers are there and name them.” said Brittany.

Dan's facial expressions sprung to life while thinking intensely through her pop culture knowledge.

“Th..three...there's three Jonas...Jonas brothers. Um...J...Joe...uh...Nick Jonas...and um...uh Kev...Kevin? Joe, Nick, Kevin?” Dani yelled, almost positive she had gotten the answer right. her face was bright with hopeful anticipation.

Brittany leaned away from the mic and made eye contact with Amber.

“Should we?” Brittany asked, knowing full well the answer.

“Oh yeah.” Amber said reaching for the dial.

Dan could tell this was taking longer than the last question. 'Maybe they'll turn the tickling down' Dani prayed.

“Oh Dani,..sooooo sorry.” Brittany said.

Dan's face quickly changed to horrific suprise.

“You forgot about the bonus Jonas” Brittany said defiantly as Amber brought the dial up to level 8.

Dan went berserk. her uncontrollable laughter started to sound more like flat out yelling. The sensations had tripled in intensity and were now going full **** through the back of her knees and nipples, as well as her hyperticklish feet and sides. Before it began with her two most private parts.

The tickling had begun to affect Dani’s sanity, which appeared on the neuroactivity meter. The line representing her brain waves danced dangerously close to the line, occasionally jumping above it.

“This is amazing” Amber said looking at the meter. “She is going absolutely bananas.”

“Yeah, just look at her.” Brittany said pointing at Dani through the glass. They laughed at her goofy expression, her face contorted like a jellyfish, her eyes darting around as if they were animated. “This is the best machine ever. I wonder how its even working?”

“Probably by some weird, electronic, sciency reason. All I know is, its hilarious” Amber said bringing her size 10's up and resting them on the control panel. Through doing this her heel inadvertently pressed a button. Suddenly red warning lights filled the room.

“Oh my God, Amber.” Brittany said “What did you do?!”

“Um, nothing...I just put my feet up”

“Warning, Warning, subject to be engaged in protocol omega” the computer voice announced.

“What's protocol omega?” Amber asked.

“I guess we'll find out.”

Dani still in hysterics from the current wave of tickling found herself being manipulated by the metal rods. her legs began to spread apart to their limits, and the shackles around her wrists **** her to bend over. All the while laughing like a mad woman at the constant tickles.

“Check it out, Brittany” Amber said pointing at the metal apparatus. Unbeknownst to Dani, yet another metal pad was slowly extending itself towards her backside.

“This is not gonna be pretty” Brittany giggled.

The metal pad finally reached Dani and landed in the spot between her genitals and rear.

The dial began to move on its own up past 9, 10, 11, and securing itself on 12.

“BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed.

As the knob made its ascension, Dani’s eye's widened as well until she stared bug-eyed at the glass screaming hysterically with laughter. The military grade tickling sensations were unlike any horror Dani could imagine. she could feel her grasp on reality drift away as the pads increased their wicked shocks exponentially.

“What did you do?” Brittany laughed.

“I don't know, the knob just moved on its own, haha” Amber said in surprise. “Oh my gosh, look at the brain thing.”

The screen on the neuroactivity monitor showed that Dani’s brain could not stand this intensity for long. The glowing line now fluctuated well above the danger level.

“Wow she's really going crazy” Brittany said amused, but thoughtful. “Do you know how to turn it off?”

Amber scanned the control panel. “Hmm. I don't see anything. I don't want to get in trouble.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Brittany said. She laughed once more at Dani’s labored smile and bug-eyed expression. “Um...wanna just bail?”

“Yeah, ok.” Amber replied gathering her shoes and bag.

Brittany picked up her shoes as well and headed for the door.

Afterward the two went to get smoothies and talk about bands.

Then later Brittany liked Amber's status on Facebook.

THE END

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