FleembsDungeon

You wake up in complete darkness. Your eyes are open, but all you see is black. You can't tell if there's a blindfold over your eyes or if the room is pitch black. You wait to see if your eyes will adjust to the darkness, but they never do.

You try to turn your head but find that you can't, something strapped across your forehead to keep your head in place. You try to see if you can take it off or even feel it, but you realize that your arms are also immobile. Completely. You can tell that your arms are sticking out straight to your sides, bound at the wrists and biceps.

It dawns on you that you can move at all. Along with your arms, your legs are also strapped down and held apart. You're not uncomfortable or in any pain, but it does unnerve you that not only can you not see, but you can't move, either.

As you contemplate your situation, the how and the why, something strokes your underarms. You feel your body tense, you probably would have flinched and jerk had you been able to. Before you can process what is happening, two soft brushes—makeup brushes, maybe?—circle into the hollows of your armpits. You clench your jaw at first, but as the sensation continues, you can't help but start to laugh. There's nothing else you can do, really.

Once you've been laughing steadily for a few minutes, the brushes stop but are quickly replaced with what feels like fingers. They move swiftly and almost mechanically, but for some reason you never get used to the pattern. You laugh harder and louder than you did with the brushes, and part of you hopes that maybe you'll be tickled somewhere else, but the hands remain at your armpits, the fingers moving steadily.

While your laughter never stops, you do start to get used to the sensation. It fortunately isn't unbearable, and you think you can last quite a while.

Suddenly, with the fingers never ceasing, you feel something wet applied to your armpits. You can't tell how it's applied, but whatever it is, it makes you feel way more ticklish, and the fingers in your armpits glide more easily. Your laughter grows frantic as the fingers dig in with more pressure and speed. Now is when the first beg leaves your lips, and immediately you're gagged as another pair of hands join in to add to your torture.