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SC-025 - Allison — Description

Thanks to @SubadequateArts for the idea.
"Ugh..." Allison's world spins around her. It doesn't help that her head keeps lolling forward as she tries to keep it up. The room slowly comes into focus as her eyes slowly open.
She had passed out from the last experiment, and she's still in the same facility. She tries to move her arms and legs, but they are still bound by the same cold metal.
"Shit... shit, shit, shit." She's fully awake now, the oxygen provided to her through a nasal canula helps bring everything into focus. She tugs on her restrains again as her mind and heart start to race. She frantically looks around but only finds an empty experiment chamber with an observation window she can't see through.
It seems whoever, or whatever, is running the experiment had noticed that she had woken up. Whether it was her frantic tugging or the spike in her vitals that alerted them, she'll never know. What she does know is that now there are several robotic hands reaching out for her.
"Hey, what are y--" she's immediately cut off as the hands start to tickle her. "HAHAHAHA!! WAIT ST-- HAHAHAH! NO! PLEASE-- AHHAHAH!"
For several pairs of metal hands, they are surprisingly deft, precisely running over her sides, belly, and thighs. She tries to pull her body away from the hands, but they easily follow her, offering her no reprieve from the torment.
Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, a new pair of hands emerge and reach for her feet. "NO! NO! PLEA-- HAHAHHHAHAH!"
Her laughter fills the test chamber as tears well up in her eyes, bound and helpless. She can't breathe properly from all the laughing, but the steady flow of concentrated oxygen stops her from passing out so easily this time, denying her an escape through unconsciousness. She remains acutely aware of every agonizing movement of the robotic fingers.
Then one of the hands on her belly starts to glide lower and lower, "BWAHAHA NO, PLEASE, NOT THERE-AHAHAHHAHAHAHA!" Her please go unanswered as the hand starts to tickle her crotch. She bucks her hips, desperate to get away from the wandering hand, but it stays firmly on her, tracking and anticipating her movements.
The hand quickly finds her sensitive nub and relentlessly focuses on it. "NOOO AHAHAH~" Her senses are now overloaded. The hands have found every sensitive part of her. And despite herself, Allison finds herself leaking moisture between her legs as her body betrays her, half-moans escaping her lips in between bouts of laughter.
"STOP! NO IM GONNA- AHAHAHAHAH! NO!" Allison tries to fight it, but it was all becoming too much for her to handle. "NO NO NO-- A- AHAH-- I'M--" a laughing scream tears through her through as her body convulses, spraying her nectar all over the floor. "AAAAHH! AHAHA! HAHH HNGG~~" Her eyes roll up into her head as her climax crashes over her.
And when she's done, the hands don't stop. They continue tickling her hypersensitive skin, "AHAHAHAHAHAH! PLEASE I CAN'T-- HAHAHA! TAKE IT ANY-- HAHA- MORE!"
But no one seems to hear her. Or at least, no one is listening to her. Her laughter fills the chamber, echoing off the sterile walls. The sound of her own laugh being the only thing keeping her company.