Prologue
Part 1
Part 2
Starbuck didn’t know which was worse, the fact that this had been an incredibly shitty day, or the fact that despite that it still didn’t make the top ten list of shitty days she’d had. With the Cylon attack wiping out almost all of humanity and the skin of their teeth efforts to stay alive, every day presented its own challenge. This wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t one of her better ones.
She’d come back to Caprica to help any resisting humans left on the world find a way off the planet. Unfortunately, she stumbled right into a Cylon trap and got tranqued, and that was in some ways worse than actually being killed. The Cylons ran “farms” where they were trying to get human women to breed human-Cylon hybrids. Starbuck had narrowly escaped being one of the unlucky mothers, but when she awoke bound in a Cylon dungeon she had the unpleasant feeling she’d only delayed that fate.
The door opened and two Centurions appeared; overkill, as per standard Cylon protocol; even if her hands weren’t bound Starbuck couldn’t resist one of the frackers, nevermind two. Still, Kara Thrace was a fighter through and through, and she kicked hard at the toasters as they came to grab her, but she might as well have been blowing kisses. Each grabbed an arm near the shoulder, picked her up, and hauled her out into the hall. She struggled feebly, but it did nothing to slow them down.
The next few minutes were a blur. She was in a room now, naked, and not in a situation that offered a lot of optimism. She was laying down on a padded surface, her wrists locked together and bound up over her head. The end had a pair of padded bars coming off at a right angle, then bending again at the knee, with her legs strapped securely to them and at an open angle. She couldn’t move an inch and she was exposed to the world. If the Cylons wanted to do anything to farm her, they had perfect access and she had no way to stop them.
“Are you comfortable?” Starbuck looked up; it was the blond Cylon, one of the human-like ones, Number Six.
“Do I look fracking comfortable?” Starbuck shot back.
Number Six offered one of her bemused smiles. “I’m afraid I’m no good at recognizing human sarcasm,” she said. “If you’re not comfortable, I apologize; we are pushing into new territory and had to make do with the restraints we had available.”
“Yeah, save your apologies, bitch,” Starbuck said. “What’s it going to be, the cold Cylon mechanoid way, or just good-old fashioned rape?”
“Oh, Kara,” Number Six said soothingly, “we would never do that to you. Is that why you think you’re here?” She shook her head. “We just want to understand you, that’s all.”
“Did you ever think of maybe talking?” Starbuck asked. She shook her head with her usual contempt for reality. “Naw... much more efficient to just dissect what it is you want to understand.”
“Kara, don’t worry,” Number Six said. “We’re not going to hurt you. We just want to understand. We’re made in your image, you see, but some things we’ve found elude us. We want to find them. Perhaps then, if we do, we’ll understand each other better... perhaps the war can end.”
“Yeah, you Cylons have shown how interested in coexistence you are,” Starbuck said. “Frack off.”
“Whether you believe or not, Kara, is of no concern,” Number Six said. “I just wanted to offer you some reassurance, but if you wish to simply reject it and embrace your despair that’s entirely up to you. Regardless, we have work we must attend to.” Boomer, or at least, a copy of the Cylon who posed as Boomer, appeared at Number Six’s side. “We have heard about a human condition known as ‘tickling.’ We wish to understand it.”
Starbuck wore the expression that had won her many a card game, but her stomach did flip-flops. They wouldn’t, would they? The two Cylons approached. They would, she thought nervously. “So you’re planning on tickling me, is that it?”
“Yes,” Number Six said. “It’s a mystery to us how this mechanism works.”
Starbuck swallowed. “You do know that most humans find it practically torture.”
“Are you one of those humans?”
Starbuck hesitated. “Yes.”
“Then you would make an ideal test subject,” Number Six said.
“Mother-fracker!” Starbuck shouted, yanking at her bonds. Being captured was one thing, even being tortured wasn’t outside of expectations, but this would be absolutely humiliating! If anyone back on Galactica heard about this, she’d never, ever, live it down.
Six and Boomer went to the other end and each grabbed a foot, running their nails over her soles. There wasn’t even a chance for Starbuck to resist, she immediately descended into a giggle fit, wriggling her feet about in a futile effort at escape. The Cylons began scratching across her feet, forcing her to scrunch them up to try and fight back. The grabbed her toes and stretched the foot back out with ease, and the giggles turned into real laughter. “Get away from my feet, you stupid toasters!” she cried before descending into a laughing fit.
“So curious,” Boomer mused as she ran her fingernails with devastating effect over the foot. “They react simultaneously with sounds of enjoyment and distress.”
“Laughter mixed with protests,” Six agreed while she worked the base of the toes, resulting in more laughter and some of Starbuck’s saucier words. “It is part of the reason we are studying the phenomenon so carefully.”
Boomer nodded and applied the nails of both hands to the job. Starbuck protested, her head shaking wildly. “It is most perplexing. How much data will we need?”
Six stuck a finger between Starbuck’s toes and wriggled it about. “I foresee this being a very long and involved project,” she said as Starbuck laughed wildly.
After a little while, Six left and Boomer took over tickling both feet, scratching along Starbuck’s soles with disregard for her torment. Six walked down to the other end, sat on Starbuck’s outstretched arms, and looked down into her pink face. “Truly amazing,” she commented, and then without further remarks or even time for Starbuck to consider, she dropped two sets of wriggling fingers into her armpits. Starbuck sputtered and howled as she worked. “I am uncertain if we’ll ever have enough data to understand this.”
“OH GODS!” Starbuck wailed. “STOP! STOP PLEASE! WAHAHAHAHA!!!” Six pressed onward, her fingers digging into the tender flesh. “I CAN’T STAND IT!!!” she screamed before descending into a crazed laughing fit. She’d never been tickled for any length of time, and it was obvious that she must be a lot more ticklish than she’d ever thought, because she would do anything to make them stop! If they wanted the codes to Galactica, they’d have ‘em. If they wanted the location of Earth, theirs. If they wanted every secret thought and sinful desire, everything Starbuck considered so private she’d never told another living soul, she’d spill it and not hold back one iota if only they’d stop this relentless tickle torture.
“Hmm, she’s changing color,” Six observed as Starbuck’s face turned crimson. She never stopped in the slightest, as if the wiggling fingers were operating of their own accord.
“Unexpected,” Boomer remarked, changing her own tickle tactics now that she’d observed which touches got the better reactions out of her prisoner. “Perhaps increasing intensity will cause further transformations.”
“NO!” Starbuck shrieked.
“I think it’s only reasonable to test this hypothesis,” Six remarked to Starbuck, and she began moving his fingers even more rapidly in Starbuck’s armpits, and running all along the exposed area until they poor girl’s face was contorted with laughter. Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth strained open, her cheeks shining red as apples as tears slid along them. She didn’t even have the control to say anything, all she could do was laugh endlessly as her feet and underarms experienced tickling worse than she could have ever imagined.
The tickling on her feet stopped, but Starbuck looked down and saw it wasn’t because of mercy -which would have been an unexpected turn considering it was the toasters tickling the piss out of her- but rather to move on to new territory. Boomer stepped in between Starbuck’s legs and began running her fingernails up her inner thighs, causing the poor lieutenant to shriek. After two passes Boomer began lightly pinching here and there, causing spasms as Starbuck trained vainly to resist. Of course she couldn’t; each pinch resulted in a yelp of laughter. “GET OUT OF THERE YOU BITCH! BWAHAHAHA-HEHEHE!!!”
“Most illogical,” Six commented with a shake of her head. She continued to explore Starbuck’s armpits, but was making a few subtle changes here and there. Sometimes she reach up and dig all her fingers into Kara’s ribcage, causing her to wail and arch her back, only to just as quickly go back to the underarms. Sometimes she’d reach forward and gently flick back and forth across her pink nipples until she was sputtering, and then back to the armpits. Sometimes she’d just jam two fingers into Starbuck somewhere and watch her reaction. Of course, it was always the same, a scream of laughter at the horrible touch.
Starbuck decided to live up to her callsign and began bucking furiously in an attempt to do something -anything- to resist this torture. Naturally, Six wasn’t the least bit bothered by this, and continued her warped exploration of Kara’s upper body. “GET THE FRAK OFF ME-HEHEHEHE!!!” she wailed, bouncing wildly. Boomer finally stopped tickling her thighs; instead with her superior Cylon strength she put both hands on Starbuck’s stomach and held her down. Once she was firmly in place, hands never letting up, she began massaging the smooth belly, and Starbuck’s laughter took on a deep, stuttered quality. “No no no no get away! Hohohohohahaha!!!!”
“Do you like this, Kara?” Six asked. It was a kind voice, not one you’d expect from someone tickling a helpless girl out of her mind. “Do you like this?”
“HAHAHA NO!!!” She was so pushed beyond her limits she didn’t even have it in her for a smartass remark. She wanted it to end, and she would kiss the ass of anyone who’d do it.
Six nodded. “Activate,” she said. And suddenly, pleasure was washing through Starbuck’s body... incredible, warm feathery pleasure. It came from her armpits and tummy... it made her laugh and squirm and shake and feel oh so wonderful. She laughed, deeply and fully, teary-eyed, and she wanted nothing more than to keep on laughing, to keep this... this incredible tickling going forever and ever. “Do you like this, Kara?” Six asked.
“Yes,” Starbuck said. “Hahahaha oh gods yes! More!”
“See,” Boomer remarked, “it makes no sense.” She left Starbuck’s stomach and went back to her thighs, and even though Kara was squealing at the touches, the bucking had stopped.
“We will understand this in time,” Six assured her. “And Kara will help us, won’t you Kara?” She tickled Starbuck’s nipples, then went back to her armpits. “You’ll help us understand it all.”
“Yes!” Starbuck screamed, then closed her eyes and basked in the laughter.
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Ms. Danoob examined the readout over Starbuck’s head. She’d worried using the Cylons might taint the memories, but any other scenario increased the likelihood of the memories being rejected outright. Fortunately she too seemed to accept the idea of pleasure in tickling. It was going to be a strong element to success in her development... which would lead to far greater success as part of the project. “Soon, lieutenant,” she said to the unconscious woman, “you’ll see what you can become.”
Part 1
Part 2
Starbuck didn’t know which was worse, the fact that this had been an incredibly shitty day, or the fact that despite that it still didn’t make the top ten list of shitty days she’d had. With the Cylon attack wiping out almost all of humanity and the skin of their teeth efforts to stay alive, every day presented its own challenge. This wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t one of her better ones.
She’d come back to Caprica to help any resisting humans left on the world find a way off the planet. Unfortunately, she stumbled right into a Cylon trap and got tranqued, and that was in some ways worse than actually being killed. The Cylons ran “farms” where they were trying to get human women to breed human-Cylon hybrids. Starbuck had narrowly escaped being one of the unlucky mothers, but when she awoke bound in a Cylon dungeon she had the unpleasant feeling she’d only delayed that fate.
The door opened and two Centurions appeared; overkill, as per standard Cylon protocol; even if her hands weren’t bound Starbuck couldn’t resist one of the frackers, nevermind two. Still, Kara Thrace was a fighter through and through, and she kicked hard at the toasters as they came to grab her, but she might as well have been blowing kisses. Each grabbed an arm near the shoulder, picked her up, and hauled her out into the hall. She struggled feebly, but it did nothing to slow them down.
The next few minutes were a blur. She was in a room now, naked, and not in a situation that offered a lot of optimism. She was laying down on a padded surface, her wrists locked together and bound up over her head. The end had a pair of padded bars coming off at a right angle, then bending again at the knee, with her legs strapped securely to them and at an open angle. She couldn’t move an inch and she was exposed to the world. If the Cylons wanted to do anything to farm her, they had perfect access and she had no way to stop them.
“Are you comfortable?” Starbuck looked up; it was the blond Cylon, one of the human-like ones, Number Six.
“Do I look fracking comfortable?” Starbuck shot back.
Number Six offered one of her bemused smiles. “I’m afraid I’m no good at recognizing human sarcasm,” she said. “If you’re not comfortable, I apologize; we are pushing into new territory and had to make do with the restraints we had available.”
“Yeah, save your apologies, bitch,” Starbuck said. “What’s it going to be, the cold Cylon mechanoid way, or just good-old fashioned rape?”
“Oh, Kara,” Number Six said soothingly, “we would never do that to you. Is that why you think you’re here?” She shook her head. “We just want to understand you, that’s all.”
“Did you ever think of maybe talking?” Starbuck asked. She shook her head with her usual contempt for reality. “Naw... much more efficient to just dissect what it is you want to understand.”
“Kara, don’t worry,” Number Six said. “We’re not going to hurt you. We just want to understand. We’re made in your image, you see, but some things we’ve found elude us. We want to find them. Perhaps then, if we do, we’ll understand each other better... perhaps the war can end.”
“Yeah, you Cylons have shown how interested in coexistence you are,” Starbuck said. “Frack off.”
“Whether you believe or not, Kara, is of no concern,” Number Six said. “I just wanted to offer you some reassurance, but if you wish to simply reject it and embrace your despair that’s entirely up to you. Regardless, we have work we must attend to.” Boomer, or at least, a copy of the Cylon who posed as Boomer, appeared at Number Six’s side. “We have heard about a human condition known as ‘tickling.’ We wish to understand it.”
Starbuck wore the expression that had won her many a card game, but her stomach did flip-flops. They wouldn’t, would they? The two Cylons approached. They would, she thought nervously. “So you’re planning on tickling me, is that it?”
“Yes,” Number Six said. “It’s a mystery to us how this mechanism works.”
Starbuck swallowed. “You do know that most humans find it practically torture.”
“Are you one of those humans?”
Starbuck hesitated. “Yes.”
“Then you would make an ideal test subject,” Number Six said.
“Mother-fracker!” Starbuck shouted, yanking at her bonds. Being captured was one thing, even being tortured wasn’t outside of expectations, but this would be absolutely humiliating! If anyone back on Galactica heard about this, she’d never, ever, live it down.
Six and Boomer went to the other end and each grabbed a foot, running their nails over her soles. There wasn’t even a chance for Starbuck to resist, she immediately descended into a giggle fit, wriggling her feet about in a futile effort at escape. The Cylons began scratching across her feet, forcing her to scrunch them up to try and fight back. The grabbed her toes and stretched the foot back out with ease, and the giggles turned into real laughter. “Get away from my feet, you stupid toasters!” she cried before descending into a laughing fit.
“So curious,” Boomer mused as she ran her fingernails with devastating effect over the foot. “They react simultaneously with sounds of enjoyment and distress.”
“Laughter mixed with protests,” Six agreed while she worked the base of the toes, resulting in more laughter and some of Starbuck’s saucier words. “It is part of the reason we are studying the phenomenon so carefully.”
Boomer nodded and applied the nails of both hands to the job. Starbuck protested, her head shaking wildly. “It is most perplexing. How much data will we need?”
Six stuck a finger between Starbuck’s toes and wriggled it about. “I foresee this being a very long and involved project,” she said as Starbuck laughed wildly.
After a little while, Six left and Boomer took over tickling both feet, scratching along Starbuck’s soles with disregard for her torment. Six walked down to the other end, sat on Starbuck’s outstretched arms, and looked down into her pink face. “Truly amazing,” she commented, and then without further remarks or even time for Starbuck to consider, she dropped two sets of wriggling fingers into her armpits. Starbuck sputtered and howled as she worked. “I am uncertain if we’ll ever have enough data to understand this.”
“OH GODS!” Starbuck wailed. “STOP! STOP PLEASE! WAHAHAHAHA!!!” Six pressed onward, her fingers digging into the tender flesh. “I CAN’T STAND IT!!!” she screamed before descending into a crazed laughing fit. She’d never been tickled for any length of time, and it was obvious that she must be a lot more ticklish than she’d ever thought, because she would do anything to make them stop! If they wanted the codes to Galactica, they’d have ‘em. If they wanted the location of Earth, theirs. If they wanted every secret thought and sinful desire, everything Starbuck considered so private she’d never told another living soul, she’d spill it and not hold back one iota if only they’d stop this relentless tickle torture.
“Hmm, she’s changing color,” Six observed as Starbuck’s face turned crimson. She never stopped in the slightest, as if the wiggling fingers were operating of their own accord.
“Unexpected,” Boomer remarked, changing her own tickle tactics now that she’d observed which touches got the better reactions out of her prisoner. “Perhaps increasing intensity will cause further transformations.”
“NO!” Starbuck shrieked.
“I think it’s only reasonable to test this hypothesis,” Six remarked to Starbuck, and she began moving his fingers even more rapidly in Starbuck’s armpits, and running all along the exposed area until they poor girl’s face was contorted with laughter. Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth strained open, her cheeks shining red as apples as tears slid along them. She didn’t even have the control to say anything, all she could do was laugh endlessly as her feet and underarms experienced tickling worse than she could have ever imagined.
The tickling on her feet stopped, but Starbuck looked down and saw it wasn’t because of mercy -which would have been an unexpected turn considering it was the toasters tickling the piss out of her- but rather to move on to new territory. Boomer stepped in between Starbuck’s legs and began running her fingernails up her inner thighs, causing the poor lieutenant to shriek. After two passes Boomer began lightly pinching here and there, causing spasms as Starbuck trained vainly to resist. Of course she couldn’t; each pinch resulted in a yelp of laughter. “GET OUT OF THERE YOU BITCH! BWAHAHAHA-HEHEHE!!!”
“Most illogical,” Six commented with a shake of her head. She continued to explore Starbuck’s armpits, but was making a few subtle changes here and there. Sometimes she reach up and dig all her fingers into Kara’s ribcage, causing her to wail and arch her back, only to just as quickly go back to the underarms. Sometimes she’d reach forward and gently flick back and forth across her pink nipples until she was sputtering, and then back to the armpits. Sometimes she’d just jam two fingers into Starbuck somewhere and watch her reaction. Of course, it was always the same, a scream of laughter at the horrible touch.
Starbuck decided to live up to her callsign and began bucking furiously in an attempt to do something -anything- to resist this torture. Naturally, Six wasn’t the least bit bothered by this, and continued her warped exploration of Kara’s upper body. “GET THE FRAK OFF ME-HEHEHEHE!!!” she wailed, bouncing wildly. Boomer finally stopped tickling her thighs; instead with her superior Cylon strength she put both hands on Starbuck’s stomach and held her down. Once she was firmly in place, hands never letting up, she began massaging the smooth belly, and Starbuck’s laughter took on a deep, stuttered quality. “No no no no get away! Hohohohohahaha!!!!”
“Do you like this, Kara?” Six asked. It was a kind voice, not one you’d expect from someone tickling a helpless girl out of her mind. “Do you like this?”
“HAHAHA NO!!!” She was so pushed beyond her limits she didn’t even have it in her for a smartass remark. She wanted it to end, and she would kiss the ass of anyone who’d do it.
Six nodded. “Activate,” she said. And suddenly, pleasure was washing through Starbuck’s body... incredible, warm feathery pleasure. It came from her armpits and tummy... it made her laugh and squirm and shake and feel oh so wonderful. She laughed, deeply and fully, teary-eyed, and she wanted nothing more than to keep on laughing, to keep this... this incredible tickling going forever and ever. “Do you like this, Kara?” Six asked.
“Yes,” Starbuck said. “Hahahaha oh gods yes! More!”
“See,” Boomer remarked, “it makes no sense.” She left Starbuck’s stomach and went back to her thighs, and even though Kara was squealing at the touches, the bucking had stopped.
“We will understand this in time,” Six assured her. “And Kara will help us, won’t you Kara?” She tickled Starbuck’s nipples, then went back to her armpits. “You’ll help us understand it all.”
“Yes!” Starbuck screamed, then closed her eyes and basked in the laughter.
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Ms. Danoob examined the readout over Starbuck’s head. She’d worried using the Cylons might taint the memories, but any other scenario increased the likelihood of the memories being rejected outright. Fortunately she too seemed to accept the idea of pleasure in tickling. It was going to be a strong element to success in her development... which would lead to far greater success as part of the project. “Soon, lieutenant,” she said to the unconscious woman, “you’ll see what you can become.”
