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Special Delivery by Unknown Jennifer looked down at the Fed Ex box for which she'd just signed. It was rather large and square, about 2 by 2 feet, and the only return address was "An Admirer." Perhaps she should wait for John to get home, she thought; she didn't want her husband to be jealous. Curiosity overcame her better judgment, however, and like Pandora in the legend, she opened the box. Inside some foam packing was a metallic sphere. It was quite light and she lifted it out to examine it. All over the surface of the thing were portals of various sizes, all closed now. On the front of the sphere was a digital timer and "Start" and "Stop" buttons. Above this control panel was a sign: ** TICKLE-MATIC(tm) ** WARNING. THIS IS A FULLY AUTOMATIC TICKLING MACHINE. DO NOT PRESS THE START BUTTON UNLESS YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH THE OPERATION OF THIS DEVICE OR HAVE SOMEONE CLOSE AT HAND TO TURN IT OFF FOR YOU. SET THE TIMER FOR DESIRED DURATION. DEFAULT IS 1 HOUR. PLEASE READ USER'S MANUAL BEFORE ATTEMPTING OPERATION. Jennifer laughed out loud. This was a great practical joke, but who had sent it? They had obviously gone to a great deal of trouble and expense to make it look good. Tickle-Matic? Sheeesh! What, did this "Admirer" think she was born yesterday? Shaking her head, she pushed the Start button to see if a sign would pop out saying "Ha Ha Dummy" or something else on a sophomoric level. She was startled when the sphere began to vibrate and hum in her hands. She was utterly shocked when portals opened on either side of both her hands and curved metal bands popped out, snapping shut around her wrists like handcuffs. "Hey! What --" Jennifer yelped. Other portals opened and many articulated metal tentacles emerged, each with a smooth rounded point about the size of a man's finger. The tentacles made straight for her torso, tickling her through her blouse. "NOOOO!" she cried, holding the sphere away from her body. But the tentacles just kept coming, snaking up inside her blouse now, popping buttons and laying her bare. "WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEELLLLLP!!!" Jennifer screamed. She fell to the floor with the hellish thing locked to her wrists, unable to escape the writhing, twisting tentacles. They stroked and scrabbled all over her tummy and ribs, digging in and tickling mercilessly at the sensitive hollows just above her hips. "HEEEEEEEEE-HEEEEEEEE-HEEEEEEEE!!! NOOOOO!!!" But of course there was no one to hear, and she remembered with feverish despair about the 1-hour default. She would never survive! Smooth metal fingers dug into her underarms now, making her howl and weep with delirious laughter. The more she pushed the humming sphere away from her, the more she exposed those vulnerable spots under her arms... but holding it closer to her body was no help either! "No don't don't don't don't AAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAHAAAA!!!" A very thin and delicate tentacle snaked out of the sphere and slid into her belly button, teasing, probing, tickling. This tentacle had a special vibration of its own and made tears stream down her flushed face as she strained and screamed hysterically. There were still two empty portals and tentacles snaked out of these to assault her breasts, tweaking and flicking her nipples until they were so hard that they hurt. It was all happening at once! Through some feedback mechanism the device kept each active tentacle-tip on her hot spots with precisely the pressure and movement needed to generate the most intense sensations. She couldn't stand it, she was overloaded with stimuli. Her manic laughter filled the empty house. She would faint soon, surely... Suddenly it all stopped. The tentacles retracted into their portals. Jennifer looked up through bleary eyes to see John standing over her, a smug look of bemusement on his face. He had pressed the Stop button. "I guess I got here just in time," he said with a chuckle. The light dawned on Jennifer. "You... y-you're the ad-admirer?" she panted. "Of course. Do you like my little present?" "Take it off! It almost killed me!" "Nah," he said reassuringly. "You would have conked out or ... something else ... long before that. In either case the device senses it and shuts off after another minute. Didn't you read the manual before turning it on?" "I don't read manuals. You know that." He laughed. "Which is why I came home early... I just knew you'd think it was all a joke and press the button without reading the manual." "kay, thank you. Now lemme go." John moved his finger to the release mechanism for the cuffs, but didn't push it. "If I do, you have to do something in return. You have to tell people about this. You have to write a story." "Yah right!" His finger moved near the Start button. "Are you sure you don't want to reconsider, Jen?" "No! I mean, yes! Doooo-ooo-ooo-oon't!" Jennifer begged pitifully, feeling the giggles bubble up in her chest as she watched his finger weave in the air air near the button. "Please, let me go!" John laughed and released her from the fiendish sphere. She dropped it to the floor and kicked it away, shivering violently. He closed her ruined blouse and held her tight, warming her. That felt nice... As usual, it was after the fact that Jennifer realized the experience had been actually very exhilarating and intense. Next time... she thought... next time, Jen, just don't forget to set the timer. And read that manual! THE END! |
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