Scinsor
10-25-2006, 04:24 PM
Well, I’ve gotten one story request so far so I’m going with it. I hope you enjoy it and please, be honest in your criticism. I hope it isn't too long! This is my first tickling story. And please, continue to post requests!
NOTE TO XENOSAGA FANS:
I have never actually played Xenosaga and know VERY little about it, so I did the best I could with what I know. If any part of this story is inaccurate, please forgive me. It’s just something I made up with the limited knowledge I have, so don’t be too harsh!
NOTE:
You should probably read my prologue before you read this story, but if you don’t want to then just know that this is told from the point of view of Vlad, a friend of Scinsor’s.
PROLOGUE:
I'm of the opinion that you can generalize the people in our world into two groups: those who enjoy tickling and those who find tickling to be silly, ridiculous, childish, or weird. You can further subdivide the former group into several subgroups. There are those who are open about their love of tickling, those who are embarrassed by and try to hide their love of tickling, and those who love tickling way too much. There are other divisions I could go into, but I think you get the general idea. In my experience, most people are embarrassed by the fact that they enjoy tickling, and never tell anyone. They seek anonymous others over the internet with whom to discuss their interest, and spend a great deal of time alone with a computer, looking up pictures and stories and downloading various clips, all the while furiously whacking off. But I believe that there are more people with tickling fetishes in this world than one might imagine. And sometimes the people who have such a fetish are the ones who seem the least likely to have it. Scinsor is the perfect example of this.
But I've rambled enough. I told you this was a Xenosaga tickling story, and you're probably waiting for the tickling parts right? I'm willing to be that you're one of those people who reads the first couple of sentences and then scrolls down until he sees a "HAHAHA" or something like that. Well be patient will ya? Good stories take time to tell, and if you can't stop and read a few paragraphs before getting to the tickling then you need to be on medication. I assure you, there's plenty of tickling in this story, so just sit back and read while you wait for your budget porn to download. Oh, and go make yourself that sandwich you've been thinking about, you might as well eat while you read. And you might as well grab that beer too, cause you know you'll want it later. All right? Here we go.
THE STORY:
Scinsor was standing on the main deck of the Galaxy Federation ship Vendetta, looking out the main veiwport. He was standing with his hands behind his back, looking out into nothing really. He looked thoroughly menacing, which was exactly the look he was going for. Remember I told you he like to pretend he was some kind of big villain or something? Well, that’s what he was doing here, and he was pulling it off pretty well. The ship's crew was extremely wary of him, shooting him nervous glances as if he might pounce on them at any second. Scinsor ignored them, and continued gazing into space. A door behind us suddenly opened and a man in a crisp Federation uniform stepped in, flanked by two heavily armed guards. The man stepped forward, and stopped short. Scinsor had turned around. The Federation officer looked totally confused, as if he thought he had stepped into the wrong room. Scinsor's appearance obviously caught him off guard, which was true for most people. He quickly glanced at me, but my appearance didn't seem to be any more appealing to him. Scinsor spoke first, "You must be Captain Kirzinger. I've been waiting here for an hour. I was starting to get bored." The Captain apparently did not like the tone Scinsor was using. I guess he was the sort of guy who was used to people speaking to him respectfully. But Scinsor isn't one to be respectful to anyone he doesn't think deserves it. The Captain spoke "You're Scinsor then? Well I'm afraid I had other, rather pressing duties to attend to. But I am here now. So tell me...what exactly can you offer me?" Scinsor thought for a moment and then said "I can get what you want out of your prisoner." The Captain merely looked annoyed and said "Yes, that’s what your message said. What I want to know is exactly how you plan on doing this? Our prisoner is extremely resistant to our mind probes. What can you do that would be any more effective than what we have already tried?" There was what seemed like a very long silence as the Captain stared expectantly at Scinsor. I could tell he was infuriated that he could not read Scinsor's face. A mask is a very effective tool when dealing with other people. Scinsor broke the silence. "I have my methods," he said rather ominously. I knew exactly what he meant (and I think you do too) but the Captain merely looked confused. "Such as...?" he asked. "Just give me an hour with her and I promise I'll have what you want." The Captain looked furious, and for a minute I thought me might refuse, but then he said "All right, one hour. And believe me, I'm only agreeing to this because we're desperate. We've tried everything and she just won't crack. You'd better not fail." Scinsor glared at him ominously, just long enough to make him uncomfortable. "I won't," he said, "I never fail. And you and your boys may want to watch. This is going to be very entertaining."
A guard accompanied us into the cell, which was nothing more than a small, dimly lit room. In the very center of the room was a large metal chair, similar to what you might find in a doctor's office. Various instruments were attached to it, none of which looked particularly inviting. A young women was sitting in the chair, her eyes closed, apparently in an induced sleep. A halo-type device was around her head- a mind probe I would guess. She looked like she was about in her early twenties to me, small, with mousy brown hair and some goofy looking glasses. She was really very cute. I took the datapad the guard was holding and read aloud to Scinsor, "Girl's name is Shion, used to be a scientist for the Galaxy Federation. Apparently she knows something about the Zohar, whatever the fuck that is.” I looked up. "Scinsor?" I asked. Scinsor was staring at the young women in the chair, a very hungry look in his eyes. I've seen that look before, he gets it right before he does what he does best. Scinsor looked at the guard. "Don't worry about this one. She won‘t be difficult at all." The guard nudged me with his elbow. "Is this guy any good?" he asked. I turned around slowly to face him, and said darkly "You have no idea." The guard shrugged, shouldered his weapon and left the room. I could hear the lock click as he shut the door, leaving Scinsor and I alone with our prey. Scinsor approached the girl slowly. He took hold of the mind probe and removed it. Shion's eyes opened immediately. She looked drowsy at first, but as her eyes came to rest on Scinsor they popped open fully. "Who...?" she asked nervously. "Scinsor is my name," he said, trying to make his voice sound as kind as possible. "You won't be needing this," he said, tossing the probe on the floor where it landed with a dull thunk. "I'm not telling you anything," Shion said forcefully, "I won't tell them, and I won't tell you." Scinsor stroked his chin thoughtfully. "My dear, I really have no interest in whatever information you may have. However, your Federation wants it very badly. Why won't you tell them?" This question seemed to catch the girl slightly off guard. She hesitated momentarily, then said "The Federation wants to use the Zohar for their own gain. If I told them where it was they would use it to dominate others. I used to think they wanted it only to defeat the Gnosis, but now I know that all they really want is more power." Scinsor yawned, a sound that was rather unsettling coming from behind that mask of his. "Well I can completely understand your reasoning. However, I promised these people that I would get the information you hold for them. I hate breaking promises, so would you please tell me where this...Zohar or whatever it is...is located?" Shion shook her head. "Never." Scinsor sighed deeply. "Please my dear, there is no need to be difficult. You're beginning to bore my friend Vlad over there." He gestured to me. He looked at her again. Her face was unflinching. "Well then, I'm afraid I may have to make this more interesting for him." Shion looked him square in the eye. "You can do whatever you want to me, but I won't tell you anything!" Scinsor pressed a small button on the chair, which caused it to lean back until it was at an obtuse angle. Another press of the button and two metal rods ending in clamps came down from the ceiling. Scinsor lifted up the girls legs and placed the clamps around her ankles, so that her feet were now held securely above the chair. He pulled her arms above her head and clamped them to the chair.
The girl was now in a rather helpless position, unable to move either her arms or her legs. I could tell Scinsor was getting anxious. Shion's midriff was exposed, and I could tell she had a very tone and fit body, the kind that every tickler dreams about. She had nice legs too. It was a nice position, and I knew that Scinsor was pleased and that the guards watching from the outside were probably going to double digits in their pants. The girl was looking a bit fearful now, but still resolute. She was apparently prepared to endure whatever type of torture that might be planned for her. But she still had no idea what she was in for. At least not yet. "You are very lovely my dear," he said, which for some reason made her blush. "But these glasses are not working for me," he said, taking the glasses off of her face and crushing them into dust. "Thats better," he said. Shion cleared her throat and said in a slightly shaky voice "So what exactly are you going to do?" She was trying to sound confident but it was pretty obvious that she was scared shitless. You would be too if you were completely immobile and had a guy like Scinsor standing around you. Scinsor was now rummaging through a small box he had brought with him. Without looking up he said casually "I'm going to tickle you." It was such an off-hand remark that she didn't really comprehend was he had just said for a few seconds. "Wait," she said after a slight pause, "You're going to WHAT?" Scinsor looked up. "Tickle you. Its my specialty." Shion looked highly amused. "You're going to TICKLE me? Thats it? THAT'S how you're going to get me to talk?" Scinsor wasn't phased. "Precisely," he said. The smile faded from Shion's face. I could tell that she was trying to figure out whether Scinsor was serious or not. "Do you find that odd?" he asked. Shion just blinked. Scinsor walked to the end of the chair and proceeded to remove her boots. "I'm not ticklish," the girl said. Scinsor looked at her. "My dear," he said, "Thats what they ALL say." And with that he gave her left foot a quick tickle. "EEEEEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked, "STOP IT!" Scinsor stopped abruptly. "Oh, now that’s strange," he said, the amusement in his voice evident, "I thought you weren't ticklish?" The girl seemed to be at a loss. Scinsor moved his fingers back towards her foot. "I...I'm not..." she said abruptly, "Its just that...you're fingers are cold!" I couldn't help but chuckle a bit at this. I've seen Scinsor tickle a lot of girls, but this one was by far the most creative. This was going to be good. Scinsor apparently thought so too because he said "Thats very clever, my dear. I've never heard that one before. So, before I continue, are you certain you don't want to reconsider telling me where that Zohar thing is?" Shion shook her head. I guess she thought she could take it. But she was wrong. They're all wrong. No one can stand Scinsor's tickling, not for long anyway. And this girl was about to find that out. Scinsor sighed. "Well all right." He started tickling both feet with his index and middle fingers, moving up and down, along the sides, between the toes. She was laughing pretty hysterically. It was a cute laugh, I have to admit. "EEEEEK! AHA, STOP YOU...AHAHA, EEEEEE! NOOOO!" Scinsor stopped. "Screaming already?" he asked. "Its a bit early for that. I would recommend holding it in a bit more, you don't want to run out of breath do you? Shion was breathing loudly. "This is so STUPID!" she said. "Its ridiculous!" I could tell that Scinsor was really enjoying this. I think we all were. She was just too damn cute. "Really?" he asked. "I think its quite effective. You know, many ancient cultures used tickling as a method of torture." The girl looked incredulous. I have never actually been tickled tortured (you just aren't very ticklish without skin) so I cannot say personally what it feels like, but from what I have observed it can be more difficult to withstand than more violent methods of torture. Scinsor took two small brushes from his box, the vibrating sort used for cleaning. "I'd like to ask you a question," he said, turning the brushes on, "What is my name?" Shion stared at him. "Wha...?" she started. "My name," Scinsor replied, "What is it?" "Uhhh..." she stuttered. "What was that?" Scinsor asked. He pressed the brushes onto the girl's soles. Her reaction was adorable. She thrashed as much as she could in her position, her high pitched laugh ringing throughout the room as Scinsor slowly caressed her bare feet with the brushes' vibrating bristles. "AGGH! AHAHAHA, AAAAAAAH! I...DON'T...KNOOOOOW HAHAHAAAA!" "What?" Scinsor said with mock concern. "What did you say?" "AAAAHAHAHA, I SAAAID I DON'T AHAHAHA, KNOOOOW!" "My dear, do please speak up. I can't hear a word you're saying with all of that laughing." "AHAHA, GAHAHA, SION? AAAAAAHHHAAAAAA, GHEH, SERON? EEEEEEEEEEEK! SORA? I DON'T KNOOOW, DAMN IT!!! AHAHA! Scinsor pulled the brushes away. He looked at her inquiringly. She was breathing very heavily. "Sto...stop...please..." she wheezed. "Hmmm, no, my name is only one word," he said, and with that he began tickling her with the brushes again. She resumed laughing, just as before. I was thoroughly enjoying the way Scinsor was toying with her. He didn't always do that, but this girl was just too ridiculously cute to do otherwise. Scinsor had stopped again. "Well, I suppose you really have forgotten. Such a shame, I thought you might have a better memory than that. Well, perhaps I can still coax it out of you." He motioned to me, and I knew it was finally my turn. "Why do you want me to tell you you're name! Why does that matter! I thought you wanted to know the location of the Zohar!" she spat. "Hm?" Scinsor said lazily, "The Zohar? Oh yes, that. I told you I really don't care about it. The Federation wants that information. If you want to tell them now I can bring them in. And then I can be on my way. But right now that isn't what I'm concerned about. I think its extremely rude that you have forgotten my name when I told you only a short while ago. I want you to remember." Scinsor nodded to me. A swooped down over her and dug my fingers into her underarms. She went hysterical! Scinsor continued tickling her feet with a pair of stiff black feathers. "WAHAHAHAHAAAA! NOOHOOAAHAAAA! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IIIIIIT!!!! I tickled my way down her sides and onto her belly, which effectively doubled her laughter. Scinsor started on her legs. "AHAHAHA, SI, SI, SI, UUUMMMM, HEEEEEE, AHAHAAHAAAA, UUUMMMM...SCINSOR! ITS SCINSOR!!!!" We stopped. "Thats quite correct. I'm happy you remembered it." Shion was bathed in sweat and breathing quite heavily. I’m pretty certain she was wondering how this could possibly be happening to her. I leaned my head in close, right over hers. “Do you want us to keep going?” She looked fearful and shook her head vigorously. “Then you should probably tell us what the Federation wants to know. And then we’ll stop. I promise. But until you do, we won’t stop. We’ll never stop.” I leaned my head in even closer. “You’re in Scinsor’s world now, bitch.” “Now now, Vlad, there’s no need for that,” Scinsor said kindly. “Please my dear, forgive my friend. He can be rather blunt at times.” She stared him directly in the eyes, trying to look brave. “Go to hell,” she said. Scinsor chuckled darkly. “Oh believe me my dear, I’ve been there. Do you want to know what its like?” He started tickling her again. Now he was serious. Up until now he had been merely playing with her, but now he was tickling her for real. He was like lightning, tickling all up and down her body, every inch, sending her into a fit of laughter like she had never experienced before. Scinsor is faster than any man alive, and he was moving so fast that it was as if he was tickling every centimeter of her body simultaneously. She simply could not stand it. No one could. “AAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAA!!!! OH MY GOHAAAAHHAAAAD! STOP IT! PLEEEEAAASE! DOON’T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!
EPILOGUE
Scinsor and I stepped out of the cell. It felt amazingly cool as opposed to the stifling room we had just been in. Captain Kirzinger was waiting. “Well?” he asked. Scinsor handed him a data pad. “All the information you want is right here,” he said. Kirzinger looked it over. He smiled. “Very impressive Mr. Scinsor. Very impressive. I must admit your methods are rather…bizarre. But it seems that you have achieved the desired result.” Scinsor nodded. “I’m just glad to have been of service,” he replied. The Captain called for his guards. “Bring the girl to me. She isn’t useful to us any longer.” “Oh, that won’t be necessary Captain,” Scinsor said. Kirzinger stared at him. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I let her go,” Scinsor said. The Captain looked confused. “You let her go? What are you talking about?” “I mean that I teleported her away from this ship,” he said. “I’m afraid I couldn’t leave her here, you probably would have killed her, and I can’t have that.” And with that, Scinsor and I vanished. I don’t really know what happened as a result of our giving the Federation that information, but I don’t really care either. As long as Shion is still alive and well, and still within our reach, I could care less what the Federation does with that Zohar piece of shit. Because after all, in the end, the tickling is the only thing that matters…
THE END….FOR NOW!
NOTE TO XENOSAGA FANS:
I have never actually played Xenosaga and know VERY little about it, so I did the best I could with what I know. If any part of this story is inaccurate, please forgive me. It’s just something I made up with the limited knowledge I have, so don’t be too harsh!
NOTE:
You should probably read my prologue before you read this story, but if you don’t want to then just know that this is told from the point of view of Vlad, a friend of Scinsor’s.
PROLOGUE:
I'm of the opinion that you can generalize the people in our world into two groups: those who enjoy tickling and those who find tickling to be silly, ridiculous, childish, or weird. You can further subdivide the former group into several subgroups. There are those who are open about their love of tickling, those who are embarrassed by and try to hide their love of tickling, and those who love tickling way too much. There are other divisions I could go into, but I think you get the general idea. In my experience, most people are embarrassed by the fact that they enjoy tickling, and never tell anyone. They seek anonymous others over the internet with whom to discuss their interest, and spend a great deal of time alone with a computer, looking up pictures and stories and downloading various clips, all the while furiously whacking off. But I believe that there are more people with tickling fetishes in this world than one might imagine. And sometimes the people who have such a fetish are the ones who seem the least likely to have it. Scinsor is the perfect example of this.
But I've rambled enough. I told you this was a Xenosaga tickling story, and you're probably waiting for the tickling parts right? I'm willing to be that you're one of those people who reads the first couple of sentences and then scrolls down until he sees a "HAHAHA" or something like that. Well be patient will ya? Good stories take time to tell, and if you can't stop and read a few paragraphs before getting to the tickling then you need to be on medication. I assure you, there's plenty of tickling in this story, so just sit back and read while you wait for your budget porn to download. Oh, and go make yourself that sandwich you've been thinking about, you might as well eat while you read. And you might as well grab that beer too, cause you know you'll want it later. All right? Here we go.
THE STORY:
Scinsor was standing on the main deck of the Galaxy Federation ship Vendetta, looking out the main veiwport. He was standing with his hands behind his back, looking out into nothing really. He looked thoroughly menacing, which was exactly the look he was going for. Remember I told you he like to pretend he was some kind of big villain or something? Well, that’s what he was doing here, and he was pulling it off pretty well. The ship's crew was extremely wary of him, shooting him nervous glances as if he might pounce on them at any second. Scinsor ignored them, and continued gazing into space. A door behind us suddenly opened and a man in a crisp Federation uniform stepped in, flanked by two heavily armed guards. The man stepped forward, and stopped short. Scinsor had turned around. The Federation officer looked totally confused, as if he thought he had stepped into the wrong room. Scinsor's appearance obviously caught him off guard, which was true for most people. He quickly glanced at me, but my appearance didn't seem to be any more appealing to him. Scinsor spoke first, "You must be Captain Kirzinger. I've been waiting here for an hour. I was starting to get bored." The Captain apparently did not like the tone Scinsor was using. I guess he was the sort of guy who was used to people speaking to him respectfully. But Scinsor isn't one to be respectful to anyone he doesn't think deserves it. The Captain spoke "You're Scinsor then? Well I'm afraid I had other, rather pressing duties to attend to. But I am here now. So tell me...what exactly can you offer me?" Scinsor thought for a moment and then said "I can get what you want out of your prisoner." The Captain merely looked annoyed and said "Yes, that’s what your message said. What I want to know is exactly how you plan on doing this? Our prisoner is extremely resistant to our mind probes. What can you do that would be any more effective than what we have already tried?" There was what seemed like a very long silence as the Captain stared expectantly at Scinsor. I could tell he was infuriated that he could not read Scinsor's face. A mask is a very effective tool when dealing with other people. Scinsor broke the silence. "I have my methods," he said rather ominously. I knew exactly what he meant (and I think you do too) but the Captain merely looked confused. "Such as...?" he asked. "Just give me an hour with her and I promise I'll have what you want." The Captain looked furious, and for a minute I thought me might refuse, but then he said "All right, one hour. And believe me, I'm only agreeing to this because we're desperate. We've tried everything and she just won't crack. You'd better not fail." Scinsor glared at him ominously, just long enough to make him uncomfortable. "I won't," he said, "I never fail. And you and your boys may want to watch. This is going to be very entertaining."
A guard accompanied us into the cell, which was nothing more than a small, dimly lit room. In the very center of the room was a large metal chair, similar to what you might find in a doctor's office. Various instruments were attached to it, none of which looked particularly inviting. A young women was sitting in the chair, her eyes closed, apparently in an induced sleep. A halo-type device was around her head- a mind probe I would guess. She looked like she was about in her early twenties to me, small, with mousy brown hair and some goofy looking glasses. She was really very cute. I took the datapad the guard was holding and read aloud to Scinsor, "Girl's name is Shion, used to be a scientist for the Galaxy Federation. Apparently she knows something about the Zohar, whatever the fuck that is.” I looked up. "Scinsor?" I asked. Scinsor was staring at the young women in the chair, a very hungry look in his eyes. I've seen that look before, he gets it right before he does what he does best. Scinsor looked at the guard. "Don't worry about this one. She won‘t be difficult at all." The guard nudged me with his elbow. "Is this guy any good?" he asked. I turned around slowly to face him, and said darkly "You have no idea." The guard shrugged, shouldered his weapon and left the room. I could hear the lock click as he shut the door, leaving Scinsor and I alone with our prey. Scinsor approached the girl slowly. He took hold of the mind probe and removed it. Shion's eyes opened immediately. She looked drowsy at first, but as her eyes came to rest on Scinsor they popped open fully. "Who...?" she asked nervously. "Scinsor is my name," he said, trying to make his voice sound as kind as possible. "You won't be needing this," he said, tossing the probe on the floor where it landed with a dull thunk. "I'm not telling you anything," Shion said forcefully, "I won't tell them, and I won't tell you." Scinsor stroked his chin thoughtfully. "My dear, I really have no interest in whatever information you may have. However, your Federation wants it very badly. Why won't you tell them?" This question seemed to catch the girl slightly off guard. She hesitated momentarily, then said "The Federation wants to use the Zohar for their own gain. If I told them where it was they would use it to dominate others. I used to think they wanted it only to defeat the Gnosis, but now I know that all they really want is more power." Scinsor yawned, a sound that was rather unsettling coming from behind that mask of his. "Well I can completely understand your reasoning. However, I promised these people that I would get the information you hold for them. I hate breaking promises, so would you please tell me where this...Zohar or whatever it is...is located?" Shion shook her head. "Never." Scinsor sighed deeply. "Please my dear, there is no need to be difficult. You're beginning to bore my friend Vlad over there." He gestured to me. He looked at her again. Her face was unflinching. "Well then, I'm afraid I may have to make this more interesting for him." Shion looked him square in the eye. "You can do whatever you want to me, but I won't tell you anything!" Scinsor pressed a small button on the chair, which caused it to lean back until it was at an obtuse angle. Another press of the button and two metal rods ending in clamps came down from the ceiling. Scinsor lifted up the girls legs and placed the clamps around her ankles, so that her feet were now held securely above the chair. He pulled her arms above her head and clamped them to the chair.
The girl was now in a rather helpless position, unable to move either her arms or her legs. I could tell Scinsor was getting anxious. Shion's midriff was exposed, and I could tell she had a very tone and fit body, the kind that every tickler dreams about. She had nice legs too. It was a nice position, and I knew that Scinsor was pleased and that the guards watching from the outside were probably going to double digits in their pants. The girl was looking a bit fearful now, but still resolute. She was apparently prepared to endure whatever type of torture that might be planned for her. But she still had no idea what she was in for. At least not yet. "You are very lovely my dear," he said, which for some reason made her blush. "But these glasses are not working for me," he said, taking the glasses off of her face and crushing them into dust. "Thats better," he said. Shion cleared her throat and said in a slightly shaky voice "So what exactly are you going to do?" She was trying to sound confident but it was pretty obvious that she was scared shitless. You would be too if you were completely immobile and had a guy like Scinsor standing around you. Scinsor was now rummaging through a small box he had brought with him. Without looking up he said casually "I'm going to tickle you." It was such an off-hand remark that she didn't really comprehend was he had just said for a few seconds. "Wait," she said after a slight pause, "You're going to WHAT?" Scinsor looked up. "Tickle you. Its my specialty." Shion looked highly amused. "You're going to TICKLE me? Thats it? THAT'S how you're going to get me to talk?" Scinsor wasn't phased. "Precisely," he said. The smile faded from Shion's face. I could tell that she was trying to figure out whether Scinsor was serious or not. "Do you find that odd?" he asked. Shion just blinked. Scinsor walked to the end of the chair and proceeded to remove her boots. "I'm not ticklish," the girl said. Scinsor looked at her. "My dear," he said, "Thats what they ALL say." And with that he gave her left foot a quick tickle. "EEEEEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked, "STOP IT!" Scinsor stopped abruptly. "Oh, now that’s strange," he said, the amusement in his voice evident, "I thought you weren't ticklish?" The girl seemed to be at a loss. Scinsor moved his fingers back towards her foot. "I...I'm not..." she said abruptly, "Its just that...you're fingers are cold!" I couldn't help but chuckle a bit at this. I've seen Scinsor tickle a lot of girls, but this one was by far the most creative. This was going to be good. Scinsor apparently thought so too because he said "Thats very clever, my dear. I've never heard that one before. So, before I continue, are you certain you don't want to reconsider telling me where that Zohar thing is?" Shion shook her head. I guess she thought she could take it. But she was wrong. They're all wrong. No one can stand Scinsor's tickling, not for long anyway. And this girl was about to find that out. Scinsor sighed. "Well all right." He started tickling both feet with his index and middle fingers, moving up and down, along the sides, between the toes. She was laughing pretty hysterically. It was a cute laugh, I have to admit. "EEEEEK! AHA, STOP YOU...AHAHA, EEEEEE! NOOOO!" Scinsor stopped. "Screaming already?" he asked. "Its a bit early for that. I would recommend holding it in a bit more, you don't want to run out of breath do you? Shion was breathing loudly. "This is so STUPID!" she said. "Its ridiculous!" I could tell that Scinsor was really enjoying this. I think we all were. She was just too damn cute. "Really?" he asked. "I think its quite effective. You know, many ancient cultures used tickling as a method of torture." The girl looked incredulous. I have never actually been tickled tortured (you just aren't very ticklish without skin) so I cannot say personally what it feels like, but from what I have observed it can be more difficult to withstand than more violent methods of torture. Scinsor took two small brushes from his box, the vibrating sort used for cleaning. "I'd like to ask you a question," he said, turning the brushes on, "What is my name?" Shion stared at him. "Wha...?" she started. "My name," Scinsor replied, "What is it?" "Uhhh..." she stuttered. "What was that?" Scinsor asked. He pressed the brushes onto the girl's soles. Her reaction was adorable. She thrashed as much as she could in her position, her high pitched laugh ringing throughout the room as Scinsor slowly caressed her bare feet with the brushes' vibrating bristles. "AGGH! AHAHAHA, AAAAAAAH! I...DON'T...KNOOOOOW HAHAHAAAA!" "What?" Scinsor said with mock concern. "What did you say?" "AAAAHAHAHA, I SAAAID I DON'T AHAHAHA, KNOOOOW!" "My dear, do please speak up. I can't hear a word you're saying with all of that laughing." "AHAHA, GAHAHA, SION? AAAAAAHHHAAAAAA, GHEH, SERON? EEEEEEEEEEEK! SORA? I DON'T KNOOOW, DAMN IT!!! AHAHA! Scinsor pulled the brushes away. He looked at her inquiringly. She was breathing very heavily. "Sto...stop...please..." she wheezed. "Hmmm, no, my name is only one word," he said, and with that he began tickling her with the brushes again. She resumed laughing, just as before. I was thoroughly enjoying the way Scinsor was toying with her. He didn't always do that, but this girl was just too ridiculously cute to do otherwise. Scinsor had stopped again. "Well, I suppose you really have forgotten. Such a shame, I thought you might have a better memory than that. Well, perhaps I can still coax it out of you." He motioned to me, and I knew it was finally my turn. "Why do you want me to tell you you're name! Why does that matter! I thought you wanted to know the location of the Zohar!" she spat. "Hm?" Scinsor said lazily, "The Zohar? Oh yes, that. I told you I really don't care about it. The Federation wants that information. If you want to tell them now I can bring them in. And then I can be on my way. But right now that isn't what I'm concerned about. I think its extremely rude that you have forgotten my name when I told you only a short while ago. I want you to remember." Scinsor nodded to me. A swooped down over her and dug my fingers into her underarms. She went hysterical! Scinsor continued tickling her feet with a pair of stiff black feathers. "WAHAHAHAHAAAA! NOOHOOAAHAAAA! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IIIIIIT!!!! I tickled my way down her sides and onto her belly, which effectively doubled her laughter. Scinsor started on her legs. "AHAHAHA, SI, SI, SI, UUUMMMM, HEEEEEE, AHAHAAHAAAA, UUUMMMM...SCINSOR! ITS SCINSOR!!!!" We stopped. "Thats quite correct. I'm happy you remembered it." Shion was bathed in sweat and breathing quite heavily. I’m pretty certain she was wondering how this could possibly be happening to her. I leaned my head in close, right over hers. “Do you want us to keep going?” She looked fearful and shook her head vigorously. “Then you should probably tell us what the Federation wants to know. And then we’ll stop. I promise. But until you do, we won’t stop. We’ll never stop.” I leaned my head in even closer. “You’re in Scinsor’s world now, bitch.” “Now now, Vlad, there’s no need for that,” Scinsor said kindly. “Please my dear, forgive my friend. He can be rather blunt at times.” She stared him directly in the eyes, trying to look brave. “Go to hell,” she said. Scinsor chuckled darkly. “Oh believe me my dear, I’ve been there. Do you want to know what its like?” He started tickling her again. Now he was serious. Up until now he had been merely playing with her, but now he was tickling her for real. He was like lightning, tickling all up and down her body, every inch, sending her into a fit of laughter like she had never experienced before. Scinsor is faster than any man alive, and he was moving so fast that it was as if he was tickling every centimeter of her body simultaneously. She simply could not stand it. No one could. “AAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAA!!!! OH MY GOHAAAAHHAAAAD! STOP IT! PLEEEEAAASE! DOON’T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!
EPILOGUE
Scinsor and I stepped out of the cell. It felt amazingly cool as opposed to the stifling room we had just been in. Captain Kirzinger was waiting. “Well?” he asked. Scinsor handed him a data pad. “All the information you want is right here,” he said. Kirzinger looked it over. He smiled. “Very impressive Mr. Scinsor. Very impressive. I must admit your methods are rather…bizarre. But it seems that you have achieved the desired result.” Scinsor nodded. “I’m just glad to have been of service,” he replied. The Captain called for his guards. “Bring the girl to me. She isn’t useful to us any longer.” “Oh, that won’t be necessary Captain,” Scinsor said. Kirzinger stared at him. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I let her go,” Scinsor said. The Captain looked confused. “You let her go? What are you talking about?” “I mean that I teleported her away from this ship,” he said. “I’m afraid I couldn’t leave her here, you probably would have killed her, and I can’t have that.” And with that, Scinsor and I vanished. I don’t really know what happened as a result of our giving the Federation that information, but I don’t really care either. As long as Shion is still alive and well, and still within our reach, I could care less what the Federation does with that Zohar piece of shit. Because after all, in the end, the tickling is the only thing that matters…
THE END….FOR NOW!