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interactive story: tickle war spy interrogation

femtummyticklee

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hi, i wanted to write part of a story and hopefully if people like it they can add the next part~~~ no matter how long or short or what kind of contribution, it would be nice if we could write a story together~~~ :wub
maybe you could write a part from the tickler's perspective or something~~~ it's an experiment :lol

one idea is "zombie ticklers"~~~ :scared the zombies act like zombies in movies but are constantly laughing and when they trap a victim they pin them down and tickle them until they lose their mind and become another zombie tickler! i'll try to start that one another time~~~ 😉

i loved a story i read on here about a tickle war~~~:cool but i cannot find it now and don't know who to credit for this HUGE inspiration~~~:wub now i wanna write my own story how i imagine i would be a spy in a "tickle war" in the future of a fictional world~~~ i thought of some ideas like hidden messages in people's laughter which the interrogators must extract, or messages written in invisible ink on ticklish spots which must be dusted and examined~~~:rolleyes

i was sent undercover to pass a message onto one of our spies. i was not given the identity of the spy, instead i must impersonate a high ranking officer and say "the last laugh will be ours" in a certain meeting where the spy will be among the board members, upon hearing this, the spy will have understood the message. i was also given some coordinates which i must write on the underneath of the table at the meeting.
it was a tense meeting, i nervously awaited the opportunity to deliver the line, after which i could evactuate. it was a room with a long table, 12 of us sat around it wearing bulky suit-like officer uniforms. i was worried that i may be found out as could not help but glance around trying to identify who my message is for. i was nervous, sweating and squirming, wondering what would happen to me if they found out. i was abruptly brought to attention when the commander sat opposite asked for my report. i tried to fix my eyes on his and speak clearly, reciting what was on the clipboard in front. at the end of the recital, i used the opportunity to deliver the message. suddenly his face dropped and everyone stopped still for a moment. the room froze in deadly silence.
the 2 people at either side of me suddenly grabbed my arms, a person stood behind me cupped their hand over my mouth. my eyes were bulging, i was in complete shock and terror. the commander opposite spoke, "we've been expecting this. your contact was discovered and has told us everything she knows. i can assure you that you will also tell us everything you know."
he gave a hand gesture and the others cleared the table surface. 2 more people grabbed my legs and lifted me onto the table and held down spread eagle and handgagged me. he instructed them to take off my shoes and socks and then unbuttoned the bottom of my shirt to reveal my trembling belly. tears streamed from my eyes while my whimpers were muffled by a strong hand clasped over my mouth. suddenly, a man in a white coat entered and said, "commander, wait, the doctor would like to give a demonstration to his pupils. may we use this one?"
"very well" said the commander. He looked me in the eye and said "unfortunately for you my dear, you are to become the doctor's specimen. you know who the doctor is, don't you"
i realised who they were talking about and my eyes widened in terror. the commander was dipped a rag in chloroform and stood over me. he kissed me on the forehead and the hand was removed from my mouth. I only had time to say "no, please, ill talk!" before my pleas were smothered by the rag. the last thing i saw were a room full of faces looking down at me as i lost conciousness~~~

haha hope someone adds to this but if not, ill continue alone :huh
thank you!!! :wub
 
Hope you dont mind if I change perspective?:cool

'Peters!!!'

I almost fell off my chair as the loud voice of the doctor rudely awoke me from my day dreaming. I walked solemnly into the lab and greeted my ass of an employer justly.

'Yes boss?'

'How many times must I tell you to call me doctor?! I'm not a simpleton like you I actually have a brain and have studied for years in my field!'

She was a pain in my ass, the good doctor McAllen was attractive to say the least, tall, not too skinny and not too fat, she had a good figure kept in shape. Well she was a doctor but then that didnt count for much these days. She wore a white lab coat hanging over a dark blue dress that matched her eyes. Brown hair in a bun and cute black dolly shoes on her smallish feet. Bout 5 or 6 I'd say.

'We have a new specimine in the lobby awaiting for processing and I would appericiate it if you would stop staring at my tits and get on with your work.'

'Yes Boss!'

'DOCTOR!!!!'

I made my way down to the 'lobby', thats what they called it when really it was just a glorified holding cell. I saw our sweet subject 42 sitting in her wheelchair waiting to be taken for processing, she was reluctant to avoid me as she was a little tied up. As I got closer I could see she had been crying for quite some time. Her watery eyes looked at me with pleading and fear.

'hey there sweety, my names David Peters but you can call me Dave if you like.' Her gag prevented her from talking but her sobs could be heard on the other side of that cotton barrier.

'I'm here to process you...re paperwork. and give you the grand tour of our little clinic.'

I have a little chuckle to myself every time I say 'Clinic' more like a torture chamber.

Now whats your name? Oops how rude of me lt me take off that.....

'HEEEELLLLLPPPP!!!! MMMpphhhh'

I put the gag back on as soon as I could get my ass off the floor, she scared the crap out of me, and my ears were stinging a little.

'Now that was just rude!!'

With that I went behind her and began to push the chair down a long white walled corridor past doors and other corridors leading off to god knows where, even I get lost at times.

We arrived at the processing chamber. This was where the team ran tests to find out about the physical properties of the subjects. As we walked in the white walls highlighted the large sky blue color X frame which stood in the center of the room. 42's eyes widened up as she saw it, for payment of my ears I decided to leave her in a position where all she could do was stare at it. Next to the frame was a outreach monitor and some other new age devices what I could never remember the names off, a metalic suitcase and 10ft away from the frame was a small computer which was designed to take the readings of the subject.

I walked over to the desk and picked up the phone to make a call.

'Porters? hi yes its dave.....yes mates hows tricks?... yeah not bad, could you send a few boys to give us a hand with the frame,....yeah shes a live one.....If you can make it a priority McAllen has a stick up her ass today... yeah or one of them haha ok see you soon.'

I switched the computer on it booted up as I calibrated the equipment. The machines and monitors turned on and it made the subject jump out of her skin, I decided not to stifle the laugh.

A bang on the door and 3 large men walked in.

'Morning dave'

'Morning, if you wouldnt mind the bo...doctor is in a hurry for this one'

With that they began to intie 42, as soon as this was done a fray of arms and nails and legs were kicking punching and scratching at the men. After 5 minutes of struggling they managed to get her onto the frame and lock the restraints. It appeared that one of the porters had a broken noes and another a chunk of flesh taken out of his cheek.

'thanks guys great help'

I walked over to 42 she was a cute specimen she was about 5'4 with short straight blonde hair with light blue eyes. She wore a white vest blue jeans and black socks, her shoes appeared to be missing.

'now then dont scram at me, no one can here you other than me and no one would come even if they could. ok'

The girl nodded.

'Ok lets try again..'

'Please, please let me go I'll tell you everything.....'

'Erm...I'm not in interrogator I'm afraid sweety just gonna do a few tests.'

'Please let me go David I promise not to say anything'

'Hey!!! you remembered my name! thats great well your short term memory is good! Ok i need to get rid of that shirt im afraid gotta get this machine on you.'

I grabbed a pair of scissors off the table and cut away the shirt, she wore a cream bra holding up a resonable sized pair of......

'Peters!!!!!'

I jumped out of my skin as the voice came over the tannoy.

'hurry up we haven't got all day.'

'Sorry doctor'

I placed pads over her torso to the monitor each time my hand brushed he skin her tummy flinched, and her hands pulled at the restraints.

'Ticklish? This wont be fun for you I'm afraid....'

What do you mean? why what are you going to do to me?'

These tests...well lets just say it might tickle....just a lil bit....'

'Oh god please don't do this let me go. don't process me I'm fit and well see'

I felt sorry for the girl, I new what it ws she was about to endure.

(Hope this enough for people to work with. Have fun I'll post again if its slow)
 
(I said I'd write another part, please contribute 😛)

Blood pressure: 178/60
Resp: 26
o2: 97%
temp:36.2
pulse: 96

It was clear the subject was in distress not only by her obs but by the fact she was screaming at me did not elude me.

'Dont you dare touch me you pervert! I want out now!!!' Her voice was deep and strict like a school mistress.

'Look its nothing personal ok I have to get this done and the sooner you cooperate the faster we can both get out of here.' I gave her a weak sympathetic smile.

'y-you mean you will let me go?'

'In a way yes'

'In a way?' she had that harsh tone again and a curious look on her face.

'Well.....you wont be in this room anymore' I smiled a big grin at her before she began screaming obscenities at me. Some things we really harsh I mean she didn't even know my mother so it wasn't really fair to comment.

I decided to get on with my work otherwise the 'boss' would have a hissy fit. I lowered the frame so it was horizontal and raised the hight so it was to my hip. Much easier to work at a decent level. I started at the head I ran my fingers down and around her neck softly and slowly.

'Eeehehe stop that!' she tried to scrunch her neck up to avoid my fingers, she had such a cute smile it made me want to smile back.

'Wow you are a sensitive one aren't you'

'Hehhe sod off freeehehehek' I couldn't take her insults seriously while she was like this.

'You see my dear we need to test your sensitivity so the Doctor can show you as an example to the new recruits of the specialist apprehension devision. S.A.D.'

Hahaha y-y-our SAD!!! hehehehe' By this time i was running my fingers down her arms towards her armpits. As I got closer to her silky smooth hollows I could see her heart rate increase as she giggled softly.

'Dont fight it it makes it worse'

'Yeeeehhheeee PLEASE! NO! Hahahahahaha' The sensativity meter (the Tickleometer) was high just hitting the mid region of 6 out of 12. This ment that with prolonged tickling to this area could cause the subject to be reduced to tears with a low factor of resistance.

I began to work my way down gently squeezing the ribs of the subject she didnt seem as sensitive but it was apparent that it had a similar effect.

'Hehe hehe hehe you dohhohohnt have to do this d-d-dave!! Please yohohour a nihihihice man I can sehehehehe that just plhehehese stop tickling me I Hate it!!' her eyes were moist so I wiped them gently with a cool cloth. She moaned gently as I past the cloth over her face. She was heating up, It wasnt my job to torture her just to probe so I was a little more kind to the patients, well what was compared with what was to come.

'Ok I got to get some skin samples.' I picked up a long qtip swab. 42's eyes widened and heart rate was higher still. Does fear trump torture? Maybe its time for a study.

'No no not that please its too sensitive on my tummy and AHHHHHahahahaha please no no no!!!!' I brushed the tip up her sides and followed the lines of her ribs she bucked her body as much as physically possible, the tickleometer was flicking between 7 and 8. at this level the subject cannot endure this torment for long periods of time, in fact the subject may find it difficult to resist any form of commands or action requested by the torturer.

I decided to the tiny target naturally painted by God himself on the subjects beautiful physique.

'NAAAAHAAAAAAAA not the belly button PLLLEAAASSEE!!!!! I'll do anything OH MY GOD thats HORRIBLE hahahahaha! eeeeehehehehe I cant stand it Please I'll do anything!!!!' I swabbed the navel gently and smiled, there was something sadistically arousing about having the power over a girl with so little effort.

'If you talk like that to the Boss you wont last long at all, you need to build up some resistances if you want to have a chance at surviving the Doctor.' I took the tip away and wiped her face with a fresh cloth. He face was red and her breathing elevated. She was like a helpless babe brought into the world with only air to breath and hope in her heart, at the mercy of her surroundings...me'

I walked over to the end of the frame and removed her right black leather shoe. He foot glistened with sweat, no socks will do that especially in these conditions. A feint aroma came from her foot, nothing offensive just enough to know she would have been doing some vigorous activities before removing them.

'P-Please no-no more' I began to felt sorry for this one, maybe even developing a little crush she was a sweet thing.

'Not much longer now then you will be out of my hands'

'Please David done let her...What are you? hehehehe ahhh hehehehe no no that tickles hehehe david please me feet are reeeehehehely sensitive at the moment hehehaha.' This time it was different She was giggling sweetly, like it was playful. I was gently brushing my hands down her smooth sweaty feet from ball too heel. This time her giggling was like a sweet song, it was different to most of the subjects I didnt want to stop.

'Hehehe stop it david thihihis feel strange hehe no one has ever teehee touched my feet before AHHHHHH no get off my toes hehehehe ahhahaha that feels strange but its so tickly stop it now!!!'I stopped and went back to the top of the table. Her cheeks were bright red and she was breathing heavily still. I met her eyes and stared at them as she stared back at me. For a brief moment I forgot where I was and even who I was.

'Data collection complete, arranging for subject transfer' The computer had already set things in motion before I could stop anything.

'No no no wait a minute I'm not finished yet' I didn't want the doctor to get this one. This one is....different.

'Dave whats happening? Whats happening now?' Her voice was shaky worried she seemed to look like she felt safe with me.

'Damn it! You are now ready for the doctors presentation, they will be here to collect you soon.....'

'No dave please, don't let them do this, I'm scared this isn't right you have to help me' Her cries weren't for deaf ears but what else could I do.

'I-I'm sorry' With that the porters rushed in, removed the subject from the frame and forced her onto a transfer bed, strapping her down tight. The whole thing was an ordeal but all I could do was look away until she was taken away, she was screaming at me asking for help, and I couldn't even look her in the eye.

Alone. The emptiness of the room felt heavy, the silence screamed in my ears, if silence had a sound it would be the sound of remorse. I removed my gloves and scrubbed up. The computer spoke.

'Admission Process Complete.'

'Fuck you'

I spoke quietly.

(hoped you liked it would like to hear if you want more and want to see others post!)
 
I know this is a bit of a bump but I enjoyed writing this and would like to continue but I want your input. does Dave:
A: run to the rescue
B:Bide his time
C: forget it move on
 
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