Unable to see, unable to hear, stuck in the sweaty and sticky dark, she can only wait, unable to tell when they will come to tickle and prod her sensitive armpits and sides. She pulls and pulls at the rigid frame, but her helplessness only makes it worse.
Writhing, screaming into her gag, trying to avoid the invisible and inaudible fingers and rods which she cannot predict. Twitching, pulling, begging for it to stop as she throws herself against the restraints, to no avail.


















