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After the failure of the previous mission, Angela reflected hard on herself. She wasn't thinking about why the mission had failed, nor did she think on the words the commander gave her. She was thinking about how embarrassing she was.
It was just a light feather brushing against her soles, her tightly bound body unable to move to escape it. She was drooling hard through her large round red gag and her green saliva was spraying everywhere, on top of her obnoxious squeaking noises she was making. She knew this dreadful thirty minutes of her life was going to haunt her forever, as it showed her at her weakest.
She's always been extremely ticklish, at least in very specific spots. She has managed to build up a resistance, so long as no-one touches her neck, her stomach, the soles of her feet and especially her cheeks. Her father used to pinch her cheeks when she was younger, which resulted in her giggling and causing her great embarrassment as her kin laughed with her.
During the late hours, when most of the crew had gone to bed, she sneaked into the interrogation room of the ship. Inside the room was the recent confiscation of a large machine that the Lame Beard Pirates used to torture their victims. It was mostly steel mixed with a few blue cushions for the victim to sit in and put their feet up, with a frame designed to hold a victim's arms up.
She slide up to the control panel on the back of the machine to examine it. It seemed simple enough, a few touch screen buttons with a handful of instructions. She had saw someone test the machine out a week prior and it seems once the body is in a specific position, the machine brings out the hands to start tickling in designated areas. She pressed a couple of buttons, setting the machine to level 1 with a two minute timer and only targeting her underarms and the tops of her feet, with no restraints, and walked around to sit on the soft cushions.
She was cool and collective about the situation, the only thing worrying her was someone catching her in the act. It would be difficult to explain why someone would have a machine tickle them in private, but she wasn't planning on being there very long.
She sat down on the cushion, putting her feet up on the stool and leaning her head back a little. She took a deep breath and raised her arms up to the four sensors that needed to be active for the machine to start. Once done, the machine started to make a whirling noise, a few of the metal doors beginning to open and a few rubber hands sliding out.
Suddenly, thick belt straps sprung out from the wrists and elbows of the frame and pinned her arms against it, followed immediately by two metal rings forming around her knees and ankles, restricting her movement.
This wasn't right. She had set the machine to have no restraints. She pulled against them with all her might, but the belts were strong, resisting her with ease. She wanted to call for help, but she already felt humiliated as is. She had decided instead to outlast the two minutes, hoping that the timer wasn't broken as well. She grit her teeth and prepared for the worst.
“You know, the restraints in that machine are broken. You have to manually turn it on and off until I can figure out how to sort it.”
She instantly recognised the voice, and froze up, her antennae visibly standing on it's ends.
“R-Ruichak?! W-why are you he-YIPE!” Before she could finish, she could feel two feathers lightly brushing against the top of her feet, making her jolt back in her seat.
“I think I should be asking you that question, Angey.” At this point he was behind the machine, looking at the panel. “Two minutes, huh? I don't think that will be too bad for ya.”
As she was about to say something to him, she felt two rubber fingers start to gently stroke under her arms, which instantly made her rock her arms as much as she could against the machine.
“T-T-...Turn it off Ruichak!”
“Turn it off? But you just got started!” Ruichak laughed, watching her writhe and squirm in her chair. “Alright then, let me just turn it o-”
Just then, Ruichak realised he had an opportunity of a lifetime in front of him. Under any other circumstances, he would let the victim free. But with Angela, despite them being best friends, he suddenly remembered something important.
“Say...Angela. Do you remember that time you replaced my shampoo with that bright pink hair dye?”
“N...No Ruichak! N-not now! Get me out!” Angela tried to sound menacing, but speaking through her wide smile was ruining whatever intimidation she was attempting.
“Ooh, how the commander yelled at me and stood me up in front of everyone to make an example out of me. Do you remember?” The jackal had a wide smirk on his face, his arms crossed as he stood behind her, watching her squirm in agony.
“I-I said I-...I said I was sorry!” Angela was starting to get a little worried now. She hadn't seen Ruichak act like this. He was usually the more timid type.
“Oh, I'm sure you did Angela.” Ruichak put a hand down on her shoulder. “You said sorry while trying to hide the smile behind your mandibles. Well, I guess we'll see who gets the last laugh today, huh?”
He looked down at the panel, reading the stats on screen.
“Pfft...come on Angela. Level 1? I think I'll turn it up a notch...”
Angela let out a yelp, rocking hard against her chair, but only briefly, as the tickling was beginning to become a real distraction.
“Nnnngh! D-don't you d-d-dare!”
Ruichak leaned down and started pressing a few buttons on the panel, which made the machine whirl and click louder than before, more doors opening slowly.
“I'll turn it off. Just say 'pretty please Ruichak, King of the Universe!' and I'll shut it all down. Surely, you pride isn't worth THAT much to you. After all, it's just me! I won't tell anyone.” Ruichak let slip a bit of a chuckle.
It was obvious to Angela that she was no longer going to be here for two minutes. She didn't say anything to him, she didn't want him to feel like he won. If anything, the only thing she had on her mind was what she was going to do to him once she was free. But at the same time, he was the only one at the manual controls and the only one with the key to release her.
“R-Ruichak! I...I will destroy you once this is over!”
“Ah ha ha, I'm sure you won't.” Ruichak's own heart was beginning to race. He knows that if Angela does get free, he will be in a lot of trouble with her. There's no telling what she would do to him. But he was never going to get an opportunity like this again.
“Now, I don't like the way you're talking to me. I was going to be merciful and only put it up to level 3. But I think you'll be fine with level 5...”
A set of hands began to emerge from both of her sides, with every intention of attacking her stomach – one of her weak spots. She tried to suck her stomach in and arc her body in a way to avoid it, but it was rather hard to do given the little freedom she had.
Soon the inevitable happened. She could feel both fingers spidering across her sides and onto her stomach, each stroke of the finger tickling her far worse than the hands at her under arms. She could hold it in no longer, and opened her mouth wide to laugh at the end of her breath, her body trembling.
She took the first of many deep breathes and let out a somewhat suppressed laugh, trying not to make too much noise in case she wakes people up, which was very hard for her to do as it tickled so much.
“You're doing well so far! But here comes the cavalry!” Ruichak yelled, pressing another button on the panel.
With her eyes tightly closed trying really hard to resist the torment, she wasn't able to see the four hands slowly wriggling towards the soles of her feet. The hands positioned themselves just under her wiggling feet, making sure not to touch them right away until they were all ready. Then, in synchronisation, all four hands began to rapidly stroke their fingers against her soles.
Angela's eyes suddenly sprung open and her body leaned forward as much as it could, drool flying out of her mouth as she did so, her laughter not only getting louder but much more frantic. Her body twisted and turned, her feet flopped and curled in a desperate attempt to avoid everything, but it wasn't working.
“Alright Angela, I can see you want to play hard-ball. I'll make it easy for you. All you have to say is 'please'. That's it! Just beg for your release and I shall grant it!” Ruichak's hands began to slowly slide towards her neck.
Angela was about to plea for her release, until she heard him use the word 'beg'. She was not a beggar, even when she was being tortured on her mission she didn't beg and she wasn't going to do it for him.
But things were getting desperate. With her two most ticklish spots under assault, she could feel his fingers moving towards her neck. He hadn't even touched it yet, but she could still feel it coming, her laughter only increasing at the sheer thought of her neck also being tickled.
“Ruhuhuichak! Dohohon't you dahahare!”
Ruichak however did as she commanded. He took his hands away from her neck. She knew how bad her neck was from experience, and felt that it wasn't the level of cruelty he wanted.
Instead, he put his fingers onto her cheeks, and started to gently scratch and stroke them.
Angela was already laughing uncontrollably, but as soon as Ruichak touched her cheeks, her head began to shake left and right, her laughter now becoming a pathetic squeal.
Ruichak was quick though and his fingers didn't leave her cheeks. Tears began to stream from her face, her laughter started to become more and more quiet as she was getting out of breath sooner. Her arms and legs trembled, she started to gargle and squeak between breaths, her voice began to crackle, and her pride began to shrink.
“I'd say you're taking this quite well! If you need me to stop, just say the magic word!” Ruichak said, with a smile on his face.
A good three minutes had passed, at least according to the panel below him. He had now moved his hands down to her neck, gently stroking it and causing her to attempt to raise her shoulders and sink her head, but it was to no avail.
Angela started to get dizzy. She had never laughed so hard in her life and everything began to feel like an eternity.
She wasn't thinking clearly, and with her drool slipping down her chin, she raised her head and finally shouted.
“PLEHEHEASE RUICHAHAK! PLEHEHEASE! I'M SOHORRY! I BEHEG OF YOU, TUHURN IT OHOHOFF! I CAHAN'T DO THIS ANYMOHOHORE! PREHETTY PLEHEASE! MAHASTER OF THE U-” Despite taking many breaths to get this sentence out, trying to say the last words were proving to be quite difficult as she began struggling to breathe in order to talk.
Ruichak gently kicked the panel with his boot, hitting the switch that would turn the machine off and lifting his hands from her neck.
As the machine began to wind down, the hands slowly reverting back into their doors, Angela let out one long silent laugh before letting herself get her breath and calm down. She held her head down in shame, but the smile was still noticeable on her face. She still felt a tingling sensation from where the hands did their work.
After a few moments, she licked her chin and lips, then gulped.
“...I...I will get you for this, Ruichak...”
“Oh, sorry, what was that Angela? You want to try level 6 now?” Ruichak pretended to lean down to the panel behind him.
“No no no! Please, nohot again! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do anything! Just please let me go!” Angela plead in defeat.
“Aww, don't feel so bad. You lasted about 3 minutes and 26 seconds! I would've gave up much sooner than you would have!” Ruichak bent down to the panel to attempt the manual override for the restraints.
“...thanks, I guess...”
After the sound of a few beeps, there was an awkward silence. Ruichak stood up to look at the restraints, then back down again.
“...uh oh...”
“...What do you MEAN 'uh oh'?!” Angela snapped.
“I think the manual override button is broken...”
“Ruichak! Get me out of here you mutt before I find my blaster and shove it up your behind!”
Ruichak scrambled around the machine, opening up parts of the machine in hopes to find how to undo the restraints. They both had to hope they could figure out how to get out of here before the commander woke up...
It was just a light feather brushing against her soles, her tightly bound body unable to move to escape it. She was drooling hard through her large round red gag and her green saliva was spraying everywhere, on top of her obnoxious squeaking noises she was making. She knew this dreadful thirty minutes of her life was going to haunt her forever, as it showed her at her weakest.
She's always been extremely ticklish, at least in very specific spots. She has managed to build up a resistance, so long as no-one touches her neck, her stomach, the soles of her feet and especially her cheeks. Her father used to pinch her cheeks when she was younger, which resulted in her giggling and causing her great embarrassment as her kin laughed with her.
During the late hours, when most of the crew had gone to bed, she sneaked into the interrogation room of the ship. Inside the room was the recent confiscation of a large machine that the Lame Beard Pirates used to torture their victims. It was mostly steel mixed with a few blue cushions for the victim to sit in and put their feet up, with a frame designed to hold a victim's arms up.
She slide up to the control panel on the back of the machine to examine it. It seemed simple enough, a few touch screen buttons with a handful of instructions. She had saw someone test the machine out a week prior and it seems once the body is in a specific position, the machine brings out the hands to start tickling in designated areas. She pressed a couple of buttons, setting the machine to level 1 with a two minute timer and only targeting her underarms and the tops of her feet, with no restraints, and walked around to sit on the soft cushions.
She was cool and collective about the situation, the only thing worrying her was someone catching her in the act. It would be difficult to explain why someone would have a machine tickle them in private, but she wasn't planning on being there very long.
She sat down on the cushion, putting her feet up on the stool and leaning her head back a little. She took a deep breath and raised her arms up to the four sensors that needed to be active for the machine to start. Once done, the machine started to make a whirling noise, a few of the metal doors beginning to open and a few rubber hands sliding out.
Suddenly, thick belt straps sprung out from the wrists and elbows of the frame and pinned her arms against it, followed immediately by two metal rings forming around her knees and ankles, restricting her movement.
This wasn't right. She had set the machine to have no restraints. She pulled against them with all her might, but the belts were strong, resisting her with ease. She wanted to call for help, but she already felt humiliated as is. She had decided instead to outlast the two minutes, hoping that the timer wasn't broken as well. She grit her teeth and prepared for the worst.
“You know, the restraints in that machine are broken. You have to manually turn it on and off until I can figure out how to sort it.”
She instantly recognised the voice, and froze up, her antennae visibly standing on it's ends.
“R-Ruichak?! W-why are you he-YIPE!” Before she could finish, she could feel two feathers lightly brushing against the top of her feet, making her jolt back in her seat.
“I think I should be asking you that question, Angey.” At this point he was behind the machine, looking at the panel. “Two minutes, huh? I don't think that will be too bad for ya.”
As she was about to say something to him, she felt two rubber fingers start to gently stroke under her arms, which instantly made her rock her arms as much as she could against the machine.
“T-T-...Turn it off Ruichak!”
“Turn it off? But you just got started!” Ruichak laughed, watching her writhe and squirm in her chair. “Alright then, let me just turn it o-”
Just then, Ruichak realised he had an opportunity of a lifetime in front of him. Under any other circumstances, he would let the victim free. But with Angela, despite them being best friends, he suddenly remembered something important.
“Say...Angela. Do you remember that time you replaced my shampoo with that bright pink hair dye?”
“N...No Ruichak! N-not now! Get me out!” Angela tried to sound menacing, but speaking through her wide smile was ruining whatever intimidation she was attempting.
“Ooh, how the commander yelled at me and stood me up in front of everyone to make an example out of me. Do you remember?” The jackal had a wide smirk on his face, his arms crossed as he stood behind her, watching her squirm in agony.
“I-I said I-...I said I was sorry!” Angela was starting to get a little worried now. She hadn't seen Ruichak act like this. He was usually the more timid type.
“Oh, I'm sure you did Angela.” Ruichak put a hand down on her shoulder. “You said sorry while trying to hide the smile behind your mandibles. Well, I guess we'll see who gets the last laugh today, huh?”
He looked down at the panel, reading the stats on screen.
“Pfft...come on Angela. Level 1? I think I'll turn it up a notch...”
Angela let out a yelp, rocking hard against her chair, but only briefly, as the tickling was beginning to become a real distraction.
“Nnnngh! D-don't you d-d-dare!”
Ruichak leaned down and started pressing a few buttons on the panel, which made the machine whirl and click louder than before, more doors opening slowly.
“I'll turn it off. Just say 'pretty please Ruichak, King of the Universe!' and I'll shut it all down. Surely, you pride isn't worth THAT much to you. After all, it's just me! I won't tell anyone.” Ruichak let slip a bit of a chuckle.
It was obvious to Angela that she was no longer going to be here for two minutes. She didn't say anything to him, she didn't want him to feel like he won. If anything, the only thing she had on her mind was what she was going to do to him once she was free. But at the same time, he was the only one at the manual controls and the only one with the key to release her.
“R-Ruichak! I...I will destroy you once this is over!”
“Ah ha ha, I'm sure you won't.” Ruichak's own heart was beginning to race. He knows that if Angela does get free, he will be in a lot of trouble with her. There's no telling what she would do to him. But he was never going to get an opportunity like this again.
“Now, I don't like the way you're talking to me. I was going to be merciful and only put it up to level 3. But I think you'll be fine with level 5...”
A set of hands began to emerge from both of her sides, with every intention of attacking her stomach – one of her weak spots. She tried to suck her stomach in and arc her body in a way to avoid it, but it was rather hard to do given the little freedom she had.
Soon the inevitable happened. She could feel both fingers spidering across her sides and onto her stomach, each stroke of the finger tickling her far worse than the hands at her under arms. She could hold it in no longer, and opened her mouth wide to laugh at the end of her breath, her body trembling.
She took the first of many deep breathes and let out a somewhat suppressed laugh, trying not to make too much noise in case she wakes people up, which was very hard for her to do as it tickled so much.
“You're doing well so far! But here comes the cavalry!” Ruichak yelled, pressing another button on the panel.
With her eyes tightly closed trying really hard to resist the torment, she wasn't able to see the four hands slowly wriggling towards the soles of her feet. The hands positioned themselves just under her wiggling feet, making sure not to touch them right away until they were all ready. Then, in synchronisation, all four hands began to rapidly stroke their fingers against her soles.
Angela's eyes suddenly sprung open and her body leaned forward as much as it could, drool flying out of her mouth as she did so, her laughter not only getting louder but much more frantic. Her body twisted and turned, her feet flopped and curled in a desperate attempt to avoid everything, but it wasn't working.
“Alright Angela, I can see you want to play hard-ball. I'll make it easy for you. All you have to say is 'please'. That's it! Just beg for your release and I shall grant it!” Ruichak's hands began to slowly slide towards her neck.
Angela was about to plea for her release, until she heard him use the word 'beg'. She was not a beggar, even when she was being tortured on her mission she didn't beg and she wasn't going to do it for him.
But things were getting desperate. With her two most ticklish spots under assault, she could feel his fingers moving towards her neck. He hadn't even touched it yet, but she could still feel it coming, her laughter only increasing at the sheer thought of her neck also being tickled.
“Ruhuhuichak! Dohohon't you dahahare!”
Ruichak however did as she commanded. He took his hands away from her neck. She knew how bad her neck was from experience, and felt that it wasn't the level of cruelty he wanted.
Instead, he put his fingers onto her cheeks, and started to gently scratch and stroke them.
Angela was already laughing uncontrollably, but as soon as Ruichak touched her cheeks, her head began to shake left and right, her laughter now becoming a pathetic squeal.
Ruichak was quick though and his fingers didn't leave her cheeks. Tears began to stream from her face, her laughter started to become more and more quiet as she was getting out of breath sooner. Her arms and legs trembled, she started to gargle and squeak between breaths, her voice began to crackle, and her pride began to shrink.
“I'd say you're taking this quite well! If you need me to stop, just say the magic word!” Ruichak said, with a smile on his face.
A good three minutes had passed, at least according to the panel below him. He had now moved his hands down to her neck, gently stroking it and causing her to attempt to raise her shoulders and sink her head, but it was to no avail.
Angela started to get dizzy. She had never laughed so hard in her life and everything began to feel like an eternity.
She wasn't thinking clearly, and with her drool slipping down her chin, she raised her head and finally shouted.
“PLEHEHEASE RUICHAHAK! PLEHEHEASE! I'M SOHORRY! I BEHEG OF YOU, TUHURN IT OHOHOFF! I CAHAN'T DO THIS ANYMOHOHORE! PREHETTY PLEHEASE! MAHASTER OF THE U-” Despite taking many breaths to get this sentence out, trying to say the last words were proving to be quite difficult as she began struggling to breathe in order to talk.
Ruichak gently kicked the panel with his boot, hitting the switch that would turn the machine off and lifting his hands from her neck.
As the machine began to wind down, the hands slowly reverting back into their doors, Angela let out one long silent laugh before letting herself get her breath and calm down. She held her head down in shame, but the smile was still noticeable on her face. She still felt a tingling sensation from where the hands did their work.
After a few moments, she licked her chin and lips, then gulped.
“...I...I will get you for this, Ruichak...”
“Oh, sorry, what was that Angela? You want to try level 6 now?” Ruichak pretended to lean down to the panel behind him.
“No no no! Please, nohot again! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do anything! Just please let me go!” Angela plead in defeat.
“Aww, don't feel so bad. You lasted about 3 minutes and 26 seconds! I would've gave up much sooner than you would have!” Ruichak bent down to the panel to attempt the manual override for the restraints.
“...thanks, I guess...”
After the sound of a few beeps, there was an awkward silence. Ruichak stood up to look at the restraints, then back down again.
“...uh oh...”
“...What do you MEAN 'uh oh'?!” Angela snapped.
“I think the manual override button is broken...”
“Ruichak! Get me out of here you mutt before I find my blaster and shove it up your behind!”
Ruichak scrambled around the machine, opening up parts of the machine in hopes to find how to undo the restraints. They both had to hope they could figure out how to get out of here before the commander woke up...
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