DeesGiggles

You break down into a fit of shrieking giggles as the figure drags a single finger of each hand up your arches and then back down again. Your whole body shakes with laughter. “Whyhyhyhyhyyy?” you plead between breaths. “Pleheheheheheheheaase! No mohohohore!” The figure remains eerily silent and oblivious to the torture it’s inflicting upon you, then begins scritching it’s fingers in earnest right in the middle of your arches. You wail in ticklish agony and try to move your feet from side to side to escape but something on the table is preventing them from moving at all. You begin shaking in silent laughter as the unrelenting tickling sensation continuously batters your nervous system. The tickling suddenly stops and you lie there gasping for breath, body still shaking slightly. “Are... are you done torturing me, you monster?” you manage to get out, still breathing heavily. “Hardly,” the figure hisses. It holds something up and you hear an audible click. An intense vibrating sound fills the air. “Wha... what is that?” you ask, voice cracking as your imagination runs wild on what your tormentor is going to do next. The figure remains at your feet, moving whatever the vibrating object is toward your feet. “No! Please! I’ll do anything!” you beg. “Anything?” the figure asks. “YES!” you half-scream at it. “Good,” it replies. “Then laugh!” It places the vibrating object between your last two toes of your left foot. The sensation is instant and merciless. You cackle madly as the tickling sensation starts up again. Do you: 1. Give in to the tickles, 2. Threaten the figure 3. Beg and plead some more 4. A different option of your own choosing.

“Stay- stay away from my feet!’ you scream at your kidnapper. It’s enough to make the figure pause, but only briefly. Though you can’t see its face, you’re almost certain it is grinning evilly from ear to ear. It slowly drags a single finger across the top of your right foot. You shiver involuntarily and begin pleading in earnest. “Please! I’m sorry for whatever I did! Just let me go! I’m begging you! Don’t tickle my feet!” The figure positions itself where both hands can reach each of your feet, then reaches out. “No, no, no, NO!” you cry, trying to jerk your feet away. But the figure continues to ignore you. It flicks a finger from each hand across both of your heels at the same time. “PLEASE!” you beg one more time. The figure begins tickling your heels in earnest then, scritching it’s fingers from the bottom of your arch down the lower heel and back up again. Your body bucks as much as it is able in its restraints and your laughter flows forth again. “Nohohohoooooo!’

It begins walking toward the foot of the table. Only then do you realize your shoes are missing. Do you: 1. Beg and plead. 2. Fight harder than you have yet to get free. 3. Try to remain calm and not panic. 4. A completely different option of your own choosing.

The figure remains oblivious to your pleas for mercy. It slowly begins dragging its nails lightly across the your exposed skin, seeming to relish each and every giggle it elicits from your tortured pits. You don’t know how long the tickling goes on, but after many more cries of laughter and begging, the scritching in your armpits stops. You lie there, head spinning, panting heavily. “Is- is it over?” you ask weakly. “Hardly,” the figure says in a rather nonchalant way. (Continued)

Your whole body tenses as the figure rests its fingertips in your armpits. “L-look,” you manage to stammer out. “We can talk about this. Please. Just tell me what you want! Surely we can come to some sort of agreement?” The figure chuckles. “What I want,” it hisses, “is for you to laugh.” With that, the fingertips begin moving slowly and softly in the hollow of your armpits. You shriek in laughter. “Wai-hai-hai-hait!” you cry. “Plea-he-he-he-heas!” (Continued)

It rests its fingers in the hollow of your armpits, not moving them just yet, allowing you to reflect on what’s about to happen. Do you: 1. Beg and plead 2. Try to reason with your captor 3. Renew your efforts to break free 4. A different option of your own choosing?

It’s too much, and you can’t help yourself. As your tormentors fingers dig into your hips, the laughter flows freely from you. “Wh-why-hy-hy-hy?” you manage, as your whole body shakes in ticklish torment. Your captor says nothing, but methodically continues the hip squeezing. After what seems an eternity of thickish hell, the squeezing stops. You lay there panting and gasping for breath. The shadowy figure only pauses briefly though, then walks up to your head. (Continued)

Do you 1. Beg for mercy 2. Continue to buck and fight 3. Give in and let the tickling sensation consume you, or 4. Something different of your own choosing?

Still biting your lip to try to distract yourself from the tickling sensation, you begin bucking wildly, succeeding in knocking the tormenting fingers away which give your tickler pause. Suddenly, the fingers dig in just above your hips, squeezing and prodding and poking. A laugh escapes your lips much to your dismay. Your tormentor hears it though and digs in more working their fingers up from your hips to you sides and back down again. (Continued)

Do you: 1. Try to buck the fingers away with your tummy 2. Suck your tummy in as much as possible in an attempt to escape the torturing digits 3. Snarl and growl at your captor 4. Finally give in or 5. A different choice of your own choosing.

The fingers move faster and faster across your exposed midriff. A small giggle escapes your mouth, but you quickly bite down on your lower lip, trying your best to fight against the sensations that are now coursing through your body. You don’t know how much more you can take before losing control, but you are determined to fight or at least defy your captor for as long as possible. Your tummy twitches under the fingers as they continue to make their passes across it. (Continued...)

Do you: 1. Continue to struggle in silence in hopes that you can get free 2. Bite your lip to try to distract from the tickling sensation 3. Starting yelling at your assailant 4. Give up and give in. 5. Other option of your own choosing.

You try your best to remain strong despite the sense of dread welling up in you at the asked question. Silently, you pull even harder at your bonds in an attempt to escape. “Struggle all you want, my dear,” the voice hisses, only inches away from your ear now. “You’re not going anywhere.” Again a finger slides softly across your stomach, but this time it continues back and forth. The tickling sensation builds. You know you’re about to be in trouble. (Continued.)

“Tell me,” the voice almost hisses in your ear, “are you, by chance, ticklish?” Do you: 1: beg and plead 2: defiantly say you’re not 3: remain silent 4: attempt even harder to break free

“Hey, asshole!” you yell, your voice almost cracking. “You better let me go now!” The footsteps stop somewhere to your left. “Oh... that won’t be happening anytime soon,” comes a raspy reply. You cannot tell if the voice is male or female, but whatever it is, it sounds sinister. A chill runs down your spine. Suddenly, something drags softly across your stomach just under your belly button. It tickles slightly and you then realize you’re not wearing a shirt! (Continued...)

“Hello?” You call out. “Who’s there? Help me! I’m stuck! Please!” Whoever is there makes no sound, but echoing footsteps begin approaching you. You attempt to lift your head to see if you can make out anyone, but there is a strap across your forehead as well keeping it immobilized. “Seriously?” you challenge as the footsteps get ever closer. “Answer me!” Your voice strains slightly, but still you are greeted with silence. Do you 1: Continue to verbally assault 2: Go silent and see what happens?