ticklerboy
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This has been bouncing around in my head for months, so I had a go at putting it on paper (screen). I never really was any good at writing in school, so dont expect perfect spelling or grammar, but please feel free to point anything out! Hope someone out there likes it.....
The Last.
The war is at an end, and so is the planet. They had threatened enough times, calling for man to trade between worlds with them, or they would just take by force. But mankind did not listen. And now all is lost. The armies are beaten and scattered, survivors are few and now nomadic. Spread across the lands in small numbers, running and hiding, hiding and running. There is nowhere humanity can call home now. It is just the hunting grounds of the hordes. The ones known as The Krith.
Her name was Lauren Aherne. Trooper number 4258 of The Leaders Second Regiment Guards. Her job, along with 90 others, was to protect. But they had not. The Krith were too many, and they were too strong. She had fled, and left the carnage behind. Of her regiment, as far as she knew, she was now the last.......
She stuck to the forestry, mainly the thicker undergrowth, and down in the deeper burrows of earth that ran along the hills. The heavy trees and tangles of vines and leaves hid her from the scouting ships above, and the cold damp ground under which she dived at the sound of their engines protected her from their thermal scanners. She was cold, wet through, and hungry. But the desire to avoid capture, and find any other surviving people, kept her going. She had seen the Krith ships swooping across the landscape, regularly snatching away objects that could only be humans by the screams and pleads for mercy. So she knew people were out there. But so were the Krith.
At night she buried herself into the lowest and deepest spaces under the roots of the largest trees, covering herself in fallen leaves and moss. Complete sleep was impossible, but she often drifted off for an hour here and there before twitching awake at the slightest of sounds. She would listen to the noises of the darkness above, knowing the Krith ships were out there, and wondered why, after she had witnessed so much killing, were they taking humans alive. Food? Slaves? She did not care to find out. And so it went on.
Managing to get by on water from streams, food from her remaining ration packs and the vegetation around her, she moved from place to place. Never meeting anyone, human or otherwise.
It seemed like weeks had passed, and the idea to move to another part of the mountain was becoming a reality. Scout ships had become less and less frequent, and noises from the direction of the city had gone. Had the Krith moved to another part of the country now? Or left for their own planet now that there was nothing left for them? It was possible. So to Lauren, that was enough. She was going to track along the valley and up to the hilltop. From there, she could see for miles around. And what she saw, would make her mind up on what to do next. Carefully and quietly, she moved from tree to tree, rock to rock, towards her planned destination. But almost there, she froze in her tracks. A noise up ahead. A quiet one, but she heard it again..... A voice? Yes, there it was again. A womans voice. Asking for help, sounding panicked and very scared. She was in the dip just ahead, behind the thorn bush and rocks. Lauren whispered to keep quiet, she would be there in a second, and the woman replied with an ok. Almost jumping with excitement that she had found someone, she moved quickly to where the woman was, but then skidded to a halt when she got to her. Or rather, it.........
There was no one there. No woman, or any other creature. It had all been mechanical. The small metallic box had a screen on the side, attatched to a small dish that span silently on its top. Several wires fed from the side into the leaves, to what had obviously projected the womans frightened voice. And the markings on the side of the simple device were unmistakable. Krith! Before the word 'trap' had even formed in her head, it was too late..... a second devise she had not seen to her right sprang into action. A loud 'crack', followed by a sharp pain in her left thigh, caused her to turn and run. But the toxin from the dart worked fast, and she staggered and stumbled almost immediately. Another 'snap' from the direction of the dart, and a large net flew across her, engulfing her and slowly tightening until firmly encasing her and dropping her to the ground. She tried to focus, but the sky above her swirled with a mixture of clouds, trees, the net around her and the ground she lay on. Unconciousness came quickly after that, but not before the familiar sound of the engines of a scout ship hummed in her ears as it approached......
She jumped awake with a half cry, and quickly fell back as her head and eyes refused to let her focus. Bringing her hands to her face, taking a few deep breaths, and sliding her back up the wall she felt behind her, she slowly sat up. A dull ache prevented her eyes opening too quick, but eventually her surroundings became clearer. And she didnt like what she saw. She sat on what she could only describe as a metal block, against the wall of a completely metallic room no bigger than the width of her outstretched arms, and not at all high enough for her to stand. The metal panels felt thick and solid, and all were completely smooth other than a single small grill in the floor. She could make out a dull clanging and grinding noise, when suddenly it all flashed back in her memory! The Krith! And she must be on one of their ships! She jumped to her feet, and quickly sat down again with a bump as her head smacked against the low ceiling. In doing this however, her attention was drawn to her clothing. Or lack of it! Gone were her army issue boots, tactical combat trousers and jacket that held her weapons and supplies. Her thermal socks and vest were gone too, and after quick inspection, so were her sports bra and shorts! All that hid her nakedness now was a dull grey (possibly once white) and slightly stained smock that was loosely hanging over her. She curled up on the slab with her knees tight up to her chest, and shivered. What was going to happen? And loud grating of metal answered that question almost instantly as the wall to her left started to grind open with a hiss and rush of cold air.......
As she shrank back as small as she could, a shape moved into the now fully open doorway. All she could see were two large armour plated and booted legs, but that was enough to know they belonged to a Krith. A massive arm reached into the cell and a gloved hand (claw?) snatched her arm and dragged her up and out into the dazzling light. As her eyes focused, her arms were locked behind her back, and she was marched along the great corridor stretching out before her. All along both sides were doors identical to the one she had been pulled through, and above her was a maze of pipes, wires, and panels of all sizes. The floor beneath her bare feet felt rubberised and textured, and quite warm compared to the other metal surroundings. Her guard shoved her forward violently with a grunt and she turned her head to protest..... and quickly turned away. Through a black and large overhanging hood the Kriths unblinking red eyes glowed out from the darkness, but worst of all were the dark red snake-like tentacles that hung loosely down from its unseen face onto its chest armour. After what felt like hours, the Krith dragged her to a stop outside a much larger doorway than they had previously passed. It waved its arm over a scanner on the wall, and the door slid open with a hiss. Half struggling, she was pushed inside......
This room was vast, with a high ceiling again covered in pipes and wires of all shapes and sizes. The walls were all metallic and smooth also, apart from the one wall which was covered from top to bottom with screens that flashed unrecognisable symbols and shapes. A large seperating wall was off to one side, as were a number of the same metal blocks that she had sat on in her cell. In the centre of the room however, there was a feature out of place to the rest. A large dome, semi transparent and almost plastic like, sat on a low platform that consisted of several seperate panels and boxes. A vague shadow gave the impression of another solid shape inside this dome, but nothing was clear, and the reflection of the light off its smooth sides meant that she couldnt look for too long. Some noises of movement took her attention away as something entered the room from behind the seperate wall, and sounds of grunting and shuffling announced the arrival of atleast one other Krith. And she was correct. This one however, was not as tall as her guard, or as well armoured. Its head was hooded as the other, but its showing tentacles were shorter, and they, along with its exposed slimey upper arms, were of a lighter, more speckled shade of red. For one moment, Lauren thought of this being a possible female Krith, but the low and gutteral grunts it gave were equal to her guards, so she was unsure. It approached her slowly......
Catching her by surprise, the smaller of her captives slapped something cold and round against her left temple. It stung for a second, causing her to curse directly at the Krith. It answered her, and to her surprise, and also making her feel unusually light headed, she began to understand what was being said to her! It was unclear at first, but the Kriths words came through gradually, and she realised the device clamped to the side of her head must be translating into her mind..... and she didnt like what she heard.
"Are you listening!! Do you understand yet you pathetic creature!!?? Where are the others!??!! "
"There are no others!!" she yelled back, " I am the last! You killed all of us! Destroyed everything!" She struggled on saying these words, but her arms were still clamped tightly behind her.
"Oh no, you are not the last...... there are many we have yet to find... and you WILL tell us where the rest of your army are based...NOW!!!!!"
On barking these last orders, the smaller Krith reached forward and ripped off completely the smock she had been wearing, exposing her ample and quite naked form. The room was humid, but slight breezes caused her skin to react, and she blushed as her nipples hardened and goose pimples spread across her large breasts and neck.
"You have had your chance, I will get the answers i need. ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!! Prepare her!!"
The Krith guard shoved her towards the centre of the room, whilst the other disappeared back behind the wall. A sound of gears turning signalled the dome in the centre to move, and slowly, the covering began to split in two, and slide down into the panelled floor and out of sight. What remained was a large machine of pipes, tubes, panels and plates, spread around a central oblong container. A sequence of beeps signalled the container to turn and open, revealing a padded and open area in its centre. Lauren was starting to dislike what she was looking at, but it was too late, as the guard unclamped her arms, and dragged her to the machine. She was forced onto her back, and her arms forced straight up above her head, which were hastily fastened at the wrists. Straps looped and tightened around her elbows, and she was left to try and kick harmlessly until her legs were forced into the machine. Slightly apart her thighs, knees, and ankles were then strapped tight, and she was helpless. She tensed as the machine began to move, and parts of the container holding her slowly closed back into place. Her head was shut in, although she could easily breath, and similar boxes closed over her lower arms and hands, and her lower thighs to her ankles. The machine tilted once more, and slowly began to turn. Towards the inner wall..... where the other Krith had now emerged.
Lauren panicked, and tensed as much as she could. She could hear the Krith moving around the machine, pressing unseen buttons below her, and locking leavers into place. She wasnt trained to receive torture, and would definately break with any amount of pain, but had no information to give, she knew nothing!! But what the Krith had in mind, she would say anything to get away.......
"You will talk soon earth bitch, and we will not stop until you have told us everything..... EVERYTHING!!!" And with that, things started to happen. Things inside the machine. Things that would hurt her....... Lauren tried to focus. But suddenly her eyes shot open! She felt something, very, very lightly touch her below her elbow, and then again closer to her shoulder on the opposite side. Something was gently poking her here and there, exploring, gradually getting closer to her armpits. Her armpits!! "Oh no, no not that........ please. Please NOOOO!!!!!"
The small robotic arms that had emerged from the machine had arrived at their target, and now slowly and deliberatley prodded, poked, and stroked around her armpits, causing her to flex and scream for mercy. " Wot are you doing.... STOP!! Pleahehehease...... please ssstoopaahaha!!!" The tiny torturers continued steadily to tickle her along her upper arms and into her soft pits, up and down, over and over. "Tell us where the others are, and we will cease!" the Krith growled softly. "But, but, I, I......hahahaaaa!" She had trouble getting her words out, and the Krith didnt like this. "Very well, we shall continue!!" . Lauren wasnt fat, but she wasnt skinny either, and the slight chubbiness of her stomach suddenly felt the full force of the next wave of tickling from the unseen tormentors. It felt like four or five small hands were wiggling their fingers around her belly. They moved around her sides, playing along her ribs, and poking in and around her belly button. "Oh sssshhiiitttttt!!!! AAAHHHAAHAHAAAAA!!!!!! NOOOHEHEEEE!!!" She was really struggling now, writhing her unrestrained torso around to try and escape the tickling. But these pre programmed hands never missed.....
"This time you will talk.... where is the hidding place of the human survivors. Where are your remaining armies?" Again the Krith was calm in its questioning, and again growled as Lauren, consumed in screams and pleads of laughter, could not answer. "GAHAHAA.....NEEHEEHAHAHA.....SSTT...SSTTAAPAAHAHA!!!!" The tickling around her armpits was lighter now, but she was very aware of it. And the wriggling and jiggling fingers attacking her elseware were sheer torture!! Move leavers were pulled, buttons pushed, and dials turned, and blissfully to Lauren, the tickling stopped. But the machine around her now began to move, and quickly! She felt something slide against and then along the tops of her feet, forcing them forward and pointing her toes, holding them there. And she was aware by the extra pressure on her restraints that she was being turned over. Straps encircled her across her waist and thighs, fully supporting her as gradually she was face down to the workings of the machine beneath her. More noises and movement. She tensed, and sure enough, her torment continued!!
Something landed on her heel, and then the other. It felt warm, and was liquid like as it ran down her soles, in between and through her toes, coating her feet entirely. Before she could work out what was happening, she screamed as her now oiled soles were attacked vigourously by smooth and rounded probes, scrabbling and wiggling like the robotic fingers she had already encountered. "OHHH MMMYYY GGGOOOODDDD NOOOOHAAHAHAAA!!!! YAAAHAHAAAAA!!!!" The small fingers ran one by one up and down her trapped feet, into every slippery wrinkle, between her squirming toes. Up and down, round and round, slower and slower, and then suddenly faster and all at once! This was absolutely horrific for her, as she had the most ticklish feet imaginable!! "AAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAHAAAAA!!!" She felt tears running down her cheeks now, her face burning from the laughter, every muscle twitching and tensing against the tourturous tickling. "And still you do not wish to talk......." spoke the Krith, strangely calmly. Maybe they were enjoying this, she thought, before the squirming over her soles caused a spasm of hysterics that nearly caused her to break her restraints.The Krith started the next, final, stage.
Her large breasts were hanging loosely below her, swinging side to side as she roared with laughter. She barely noticed as the tubes pushed up onto them, and only slightly when the suction cups gently drew the tender flesh and darkened skin around her nipples into them. But she certainly noticed when the machine began this new and unbelievable torture! She became frantic as tiny soft tentacles began to swarm out of the end of the tube, encircling and sliding around her rapidly hardening nipples, flickling against there tips, and rubbing gently against there sides. They stroked the sensitive skin around the edges, causing Lauren to stiffen and scream like never before! The fingers continued to gently wiggle their way around her soft soles, the tentacles quickened in their titillating of her now huge nipples, and now, to her excrutiating horror, the fingers and probes around her returned, and continued there terrible tickling around her armpits, sides, and belly. "HAAAHAHAHAAAA...HEEEHHEEHAHA....NNNNNOOOOOOOHAHAHAAA... I...I...CCAAANNNTTTHAHAHAAAA.........................". And that was it. Too much. The unbearable torture that tickled her all over her now hyper sensitive body had become too much, and she passed out......
The machine continued for a while. Maybe the Krith thought the tickling would revive her. But it didnt, and so they stopped. Gradually all the tubes, probes, fingers and other torture implements slid back into place, and the container that held Laurens limp body tilted back upright. The restraints released her, and she just lay there, glistening with sweat, slightly red skinned in places, her chest rising and falling slowly with her breathing. "Take her to her holding cell" the smaller Krith commanded, squeezing Laurens left breast as the guard lifted her out of the machine. "We will find a way soon. And she will tell us everything"............
To be continued........ maybe.
The Last.
The war is at an end, and so is the planet. They had threatened enough times, calling for man to trade between worlds with them, or they would just take by force. But mankind did not listen. And now all is lost. The armies are beaten and scattered, survivors are few and now nomadic. Spread across the lands in small numbers, running and hiding, hiding and running. There is nowhere humanity can call home now. It is just the hunting grounds of the hordes. The ones known as The Krith.
Her name was Lauren Aherne. Trooper number 4258 of The Leaders Second Regiment Guards. Her job, along with 90 others, was to protect. But they had not. The Krith were too many, and they were too strong. She had fled, and left the carnage behind. Of her regiment, as far as she knew, she was now the last.......
She stuck to the forestry, mainly the thicker undergrowth, and down in the deeper burrows of earth that ran along the hills. The heavy trees and tangles of vines and leaves hid her from the scouting ships above, and the cold damp ground under which she dived at the sound of their engines protected her from their thermal scanners. She was cold, wet through, and hungry. But the desire to avoid capture, and find any other surviving people, kept her going. She had seen the Krith ships swooping across the landscape, regularly snatching away objects that could only be humans by the screams and pleads for mercy. So she knew people were out there. But so were the Krith.
At night she buried herself into the lowest and deepest spaces under the roots of the largest trees, covering herself in fallen leaves and moss. Complete sleep was impossible, but she often drifted off for an hour here and there before twitching awake at the slightest of sounds. She would listen to the noises of the darkness above, knowing the Krith ships were out there, and wondered why, after she had witnessed so much killing, were they taking humans alive. Food? Slaves? She did not care to find out. And so it went on.
Managing to get by on water from streams, food from her remaining ration packs and the vegetation around her, she moved from place to place. Never meeting anyone, human or otherwise.
It seemed like weeks had passed, and the idea to move to another part of the mountain was becoming a reality. Scout ships had become less and less frequent, and noises from the direction of the city had gone. Had the Krith moved to another part of the country now? Or left for their own planet now that there was nothing left for them? It was possible. So to Lauren, that was enough. She was going to track along the valley and up to the hilltop. From there, she could see for miles around. And what she saw, would make her mind up on what to do next. Carefully and quietly, she moved from tree to tree, rock to rock, towards her planned destination. But almost there, she froze in her tracks. A noise up ahead. A quiet one, but she heard it again..... A voice? Yes, there it was again. A womans voice. Asking for help, sounding panicked and very scared. She was in the dip just ahead, behind the thorn bush and rocks. Lauren whispered to keep quiet, she would be there in a second, and the woman replied with an ok. Almost jumping with excitement that she had found someone, she moved quickly to where the woman was, but then skidded to a halt when she got to her. Or rather, it.........
There was no one there. No woman, or any other creature. It had all been mechanical. The small metallic box had a screen on the side, attatched to a small dish that span silently on its top. Several wires fed from the side into the leaves, to what had obviously projected the womans frightened voice. And the markings on the side of the simple device were unmistakable. Krith! Before the word 'trap' had even formed in her head, it was too late..... a second devise she had not seen to her right sprang into action. A loud 'crack', followed by a sharp pain in her left thigh, caused her to turn and run. But the toxin from the dart worked fast, and she staggered and stumbled almost immediately. Another 'snap' from the direction of the dart, and a large net flew across her, engulfing her and slowly tightening until firmly encasing her and dropping her to the ground. She tried to focus, but the sky above her swirled with a mixture of clouds, trees, the net around her and the ground she lay on. Unconciousness came quickly after that, but not before the familiar sound of the engines of a scout ship hummed in her ears as it approached......
She jumped awake with a half cry, and quickly fell back as her head and eyes refused to let her focus. Bringing her hands to her face, taking a few deep breaths, and sliding her back up the wall she felt behind her, she slowly sat up. A dull ache prevented her eyes opening too quick, but eventually her surroundings became clearer. And she didnt like what she saw. She sat on what she could only describe as a metal block, against the wall of a completely metallic room no bigger than the width of her outstretched arms, and not at all high enough for her to stand. The metal panels felt thick and solid, and all were completely smooth other than a single small grill in the floor. She could make out a dull clanging and grinding noise, when suddenly it all flashed back in her memory! The Krith! And she must be on one of their ships! She jumped to her feet, and quickly sat down again with a bump as her head smacked against the low ceiling. In doing this however, her attention was drawn to her clothing. Or lack of it! Gone were her army issue boots, tactical combat trousers and jacket that held her weapons and supplies. Her thermal socks and vest were gone too, and after quick inspection, so were her sports bra and shorts! All that hid her nakedness now was a dull grey (possibly once white) and slightly stained smock that was loosely hanging over her. She curled up on the slab with her knees tight up to her chest, and shivered. What was going to happen? And loud grating of metal answered that question almost instantly as the wall to her left started to grind open with a hiss and rush of cold air.......
As she shrank back as small as she could, a shape moved into the now fully open doorway. All she could see were two large armour plated and booted legs, but that was enough to know they belonged to a Krith. A massive arm reached into the cell and a gloved hand (claw?) snatched her arm and dragged her up and out into the dazzling light. As her eyes focused, her arms were locked behind her back, and she was marched along the great corridor stretching out before her. All along both sides were doors identical to the one she had been pulled through, and above her was a maze of pipes, wires, and panels of all sizes. The floor beneath her bare feet felt rubberised and textured, and quite warm compared to the other metal surroundings. Her guard shoved her forward violently with a grunt and she turned her head to protest..... and quickly turned away. Through a black and large overhanging hood the Kriths unblinking red eyes glowed out from the darkness, but worst of all were the dark red snake-like tentacles that hung loosely down from its unseen face onto its chest armour. After what felt like hours, the Krith dragged her to a stop outside a much larger doorway than they had previously passed. It waved its arm over a scanner on the wall, and the door slid open with a hiss. Half struggling, she was pushed inside......
This room was vast, with a high ceiling again covered in pipes and wires of all shapes and sizes. The walls were all metallic and smooth also, apart from the one wall which was covered from top to bottom with screens that flashed unrecognisable symbols and shapes. A large seperating wall was off to one side, as were a number of the same metal blocks that she had sat on in her cell. In the centre of the room however, there was a feature out of place to the rest. A large dome, semi transparent and almost plastic like, sat on a low platform that consisted of several seperate panels and boxes. A vague shadow gave the impression of another solid shape inside this dome, but nothing was clear, and the reflection of the light off its smooth sides meant that she couldnt look for too long. Some noises of movement took her attention away as something entered the room from behind the seperate wall, and sounds of grunting and shuffling announced the arrival of atleast one other Krith. And she was correct. This one however, was not as tall as her guard, or as well armoured. Its head was hooded as the other, but its showing tentacles were shorter, and they, along with its exposed slimey upper arms, were of a lighter, more speckled shade of red. For one moment, Lauren thought of this being a possible female Krith, but the low and gutteral grunts it gave were equal to her guards, so she was unsure. It approached her slowly......
Catching her by surprise, the smaller of her captives slapped something cold and round against her left temple. It stung for a second, causing her to curse directly at the Krith. It answered her, and to her surprise, and also making her feel unusually light headed, she began to understand what was being said to her! It was unclear at first, but the Kriths words came through gradually, and she realised the device clamped to the side of her head must be translating into her mind..... and she didnt like what she heard.
"Are you listening!! Do you understand yet you pathetic creature!!?? Where are the others!??!! "
"There are no others!!" she yelled back, " I am the last! You killed all of us! Destroyed everything!" She struggled on saying these words, but her arms were still clamped tightly behind her.
"Oh no, you are not the last...... there are many we have yet to find... and you WILL tell us where the rest of your army are based...NOW!!!!!"
On barking these last orders, the smaller Krith reached forward and ripped off completely the smock she had been wearing, exposing her ample and quite naked form. The room was humid, but slight breezes caused her skin to react, and she blushed as her nipples hardened and goose pimples spread across her large breasts and neck.
"You have had your chance, I will get the answers i need. ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!! Prepare her!!"
The Krith guard shoved her towards the centre of the room, whilst the other disappeared back behind the wall. A sound of gears turning signalled the dome in the centre to move, and slowly, the covering began to split in two, and slide down into the panelled floor and out of sight. What remained was a large machine of pipes, tubes, panels and plates, spread around a central oblong container. A sequence of beeps signalled the container to turn and open, revealing a padded and open area in its centre. Lauren was starting to dislike what she was looking at, but it was too late, as the guard unclamped her arms, and dragged her to the machine. She was forced onto her back, and her arms forced straight up above her head, which were hastily fastened at the wrists. Straps looped and tightened around her elbows, and she was left to try and kick harmlessly until her legs were forced into the machine. Slightly apart her thighs, knees, and ankles were then strapped tight, and she was helpless. She tensed as the machine began to move, and parts of the container holding her slowly closed back into place. Her head was shut in, although she could easily breath, and similar boxes closed over her lower arms and hands, and her lower thighs to her ankles. The machine tilted once more, and slowly began to turn. Towards the inner wall..... where the other Krith had now emerged.
Lauren panicked, and tensed as much as she could. She could hear the Krith moving around the machine, pressing unseen buttons below her, and locking leavers into place. She wasnt trained to receive torture, and would definately break with any amount of pain, but had no information to give, she knew nothing!! But what the Krith had in mind, she would say anything to get away.......
"You will talk soon earth bitch, and we will not stop until you have told us everything..... EVERYTHING!!!" And with that, things started to happen. Things inside the machine. Things that would hurt her....... Lauren tried to focus. But suddenly her eyes shot open! She felt something, very, very lightly touch her below her elbow, and then again closer to her shoulder on the opposite side. Something was gently poking her here and there, exploring, gradually getting closer to her armpits. Her armpits!! "Oh no, no not that........ please. Please NOOOO!!!!!"
The small robotic arms that had emerged from the machine had arrived at their target, and now slowly and deliberatley prodded, poked, and stroked around her armpits, causing her to flex and scream for mercy. " Wot are you doing.... STOP!! Pleahehehease...... please ssstoopaahaha!!!" The tiny torturers continued steadily to tickle her along her upper arms and into her soft pits, up and down, over and over. "Tell us where the others are, and we will cease!" the Krith growled softly. "But, but, I, I......hahahaaaa!" She had trouble getting her words out, and the Krith didnt like this. "Very well, we shall continue!!" . Lauren wasnt fat, but she wasnt skinny either, and the slight chubbiness of her stomach suddenly felt the full force of the next wave of tickling from the unseen tormentors. It felt like four or five small hands were wiggling their fingers around her belly. They moved around her sides, playing along her ribs, and poking in and around her belly button. "Oh sssshhiiitttttt!!!! AAAHHHAAHAHAAAAA!!!!!! NOOOHEHEEEE!!!" She was really struggling now, writhing her unrestrained torso around to try and escape the tickling. But these pre programmed hands never missed.....
"This time you will talk.... where is the hidding place of the human survivors. Where are your remaining armies?" Again the Krith was calm in its questioning, and again growled as Lauren, consumed in screams and pleads of laughter, could not answer. "GAHAHAA.....NEEHEEHAHAHA.....SSTT...SSTTAAPAAHAHA!!!!" The tickling around her armpits was lighter now, but she was very aware of it. And the wriggling and jiggling fingers attacking her elseware were sheer torture!! Move leavers were pulled, buttons pushed, and dials turned, and blissfully to Lauren, the tickling stopped. But the machine around her now began to move, and quickly! She felt something slide against and then along the tops of her feet, forcing them forward and pointing her toes, holding them there. And she was aware by the extra pressure on her restraints that she was being turned over. Straps encircled her across her waist and thighs, fully supporting her as gradually she was face down to the workings of the machine beneath her. More noises and movement. She tensed, and sure enough, her torment continued!!
Something landed on her heel, and then the other. It felt warm, and was liquid like as it ran down her soles, in between and through her toes, coating her feet entirely. Before she could work out what was happening, she screamed as her now oiled soles were attacked vigourously by smooth and rounded probes, scrabbling and wiggling like the robotic fingers she had already encountered. "OHHH MMMYYY GGGOOOODDDD NOOOOHAAHAHAAA!!!! YAAAHAHAAAAA!!!!" The small fingers ran one by one up and down her trapped feet, into every slippery wrinkle, between her squirming toes. Up and down, round and round, slower and slower, and then suddenly faster and all at once! This was absolutely horrific for her, as she had the most ticklish feet imaginable!! "AAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAHAAAAA!!!" She felt tears running down her cheeks now, her face burning from the laughter, every muscle twitching and tensing against the tourturous tickling. "And still you do not wish to talk......." spoke the Krith, strangely calmly. Maybe they were enjoying this, she thought, before the squirming over her soles caused a spasm of hysterics that nearly caused her to break her restraints.The Krith started the next, final, stage.
Her large breasts were hanging loosely below her, swinging side to side as she roared with laughter. She barely noticed as the tubes pushed up onto them, and only slightly when the suction cups gently drew the tender flesh and darkened skin around her nipples into them. But she certainly noticed when the machine began this new and unbelievable torture! She became frantic as tiny soft tentacles began to swarm out of the end of the tube, encircling and sliding around her rapidly hardening nipples, flickling against there tips, and rubbing gently against there sides. They stroked the sensitive skin around the edges, causing Lauren to stiffen and scream like never before! The fingers continued to gently wiggle their way around her soft soles, the tentacles quickened in their titillating of her now huge nipples, and now, to her excrutiating horror, the fingers and probes around her returned, and continued there terrible tickling around her armpits, sides, and belly. "HAAAHAHAHAAAA...HEEEHHEEHAHA....NNNNNOOOOOOOHAHAHAAA... I...I...CCAAANNNTTTHAHAHAAAA.........................". And that was it. Too much. The unbearable torture that tickled her all over her now hyper sensitive body had become too much, and she passed out......
The machine continued for a while. Maybe the Krith thought the tickling would revive her. But it didnt, and so they stopped. Gradually all the tubes, probes, fingers and other torture implements slid back into place, and the container that held Laurens limp body tilted back upright. The restraints released her, and she just lay there, glistening with sweat, slightly red skinned in places, her chest rising and falling slowly with her breathing. "Take her to her holding cell" the smaller Krith commanded, squeezing Laurens left breast as the guard lifted her out of the machine. "We will find a way soon. And she will tell us everything"............
To be continued........ maybe.
