amybellarisa: Megan placed a hand on her hip and giggled at him. “Well I’m still gonna t

amybellarisa: Megan placed a hand on her hip and giggled at him. “Well I’m still gonna tickle you!”His head sprang back up, a look of terror blooming in his face. On either side of Chris, small circular portals opened in the wall, and out of each, feminine hands attached at their wrists to tendrils slid out, wiggling their fingers as they floated towards him. The hands were perfect copies of Megan’s, all sporting long shining purple fingernails.“No. No! No! Please! Not that!”“Oh, but that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” She said coyly. “You wanted a demonstration of my latest machines, and that included the new security switch.” Chris’s stomach sank. “I mean, that’s what I was gonna tell the police…”“Yeah…right…”Megan strolled over to her bed, laid down on her side, and began lazily running her fingers over her tablet. “You’re gonna get ti-ckled…” she sang playfully.Chris struggled in the grip of the tubes, helplessly watching as the hands closed in on him. He couldn’t help but catch glimpses of himself in the many floor-to-ceiling mirrors throughout Megan’s room, and it was almost as though he was watching someone else when the hands attacked. He watched the first two hands land on his sides, their thumbnails rubbing against the soft material of the girly top, and was snapped back to reality when he heard his laughs fill the room.With the tubes holding his arms up, two more hands were free to dangle their nail-tips against his now-hairless underarms, just barely grazing the sensitive skin there. The final pair split their duties, with one teasing Chris’s neck with its cold smooth fingers, the other squeezing his knees alternately. Megan artfully navigated the custom user interface on her tablet, assigning prewritten techniques to each hand individually, and joining their movements together to synchronize a symphony of tickles.She watched her masterwork with unrestrained glee, and activated a series of cameras throughout the room. Chris barely registered each device blinking to life and training on him, trying in vain to hold any composure against the tickling fingers. When one grabbed a side, another would catch his leg jerking out and tickle behind his knee. If he bucked out at a hand creeping along his butt, one was there to catch his crotch, stroking tenderly though his leggings. And the hands which refused to leave his underarms had their own game going, caressing the inner curves of his armpits with perfect timing so that every reaction he had led to another direct tickle. The more he laughed, the faster the fingers seemed to move. http://celestialspectre.deviantart.com/art/Intruder-prisoner-test-subject-Part-I-371862344 -- source link

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