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How the hell did I end up in this situation? Though Starbuck to herself. She had been planning an attack against those toasters on Caprica with the resistance there, only she had been wounded and ended up in a hospital. Only now she realized it wasn’t a human hospital, but some kind of toaster-run facility. She quickly worked out a plan to pinch shut the IV next time the doctor tried to drug her, hopefully buying her more time to come up with an escape plan. However, her plotting was interrupted by a really nasty smell, one she realized to late was gas being pumped into the room, making her plan to avoid being drugged rather pointless. She soon passed out cold.
She awoke to find herself in a rather bad position. She was tied in a Y shape on the bed, her arms secured by IV tubing that had been melted together to the bed posts, her feet stuck through the frame and tied together at the ankles by the same method. The worst part was a #6 model hovering over her.
“Mother-Fraking toaster! Let me go!” Ignoring her, the toaster walked over and inspected the bonds holding her arms. Apparently pleased, she checked the ones at her feet as well. As she did this, she accidently brushed her foot, making a giggle escape her lips. This made #6 smirk.
“Well, I was hoping that you’d react like that. You see Kara, we have information we want from other soldiers we are planning to capture, but after that we can’t have anyone knowing we took it, just in case they get away. So you see that gas you breathed in has the added affect of giving you amnesia from just before you breathed it in until we administer a certain serum. And since we can’t have any marks left or residual traces of truth serums, we need to use this gas which leaves no trace, and a form of interrogation that leaves no marks. Tell me, are you ticklish?”
Starbuck, who had been cursing during the entire speech, suddenly froze up. “No, you can’t, I’m far too ticklish, I’d do anything. Hurt me all you want, just don’t tickle me”
“Really? You’d rather physical pain instead?”
“Yes, anything else”
“Well” she said with an evil smirk “that makes tickling such an attractive option.”
Ignoring Starbucks pleas, #6 straddled her waist and began to tickle her pits. The effect was instantaneous. She immediately dissolved into laughter, bucking and screaming for all she was worth. Her smooth pits we’re quite sensitive, and all too tempting a target for her Cylon captor. When her sweating made it impossible to tickle as easily, she switched to scratching the now slippery surface, making Starbuck laugh even harder.
Nonetheless, she decided to try out other areas. She began to spider her fingers up and down her ribs, making her try to buck back and forth or at least try to, to no avail. 6 found it extremely effective to knead her ribs, making her squeal with laughter. She wasn’t too pleased with her reaction to having her stomach tickled, which produced much less laughter. However, when she wiggled a single sharp nail in her bellybutton, she gave out a scream. After utilizing this tactic for a while, she took about a single large, stiff white feather, making Starbuck’s eyes go wide. Her eyes squeezed shut, however, when she inserted it into her bellybutton, tickling her even worse than the nail.
6 soon decided to explore other areas. Giving her knees a quick tickle; she walked over to Starbucks feet. Starbuck immediately began begging her not to tickle them, but she just slid her fingers lightly over the smooth surface. Starbucks feet were somewhat largish, soft, creamy, and appeared VERY ticklish. Pleased with the reaction she got, she took the feather and slid it across the base of Starbucks toes. Her reaction, aside from laughing, was to scrunch her toes. Upon on seeing this, #6 took out two devices. Each looked like a small red semi-sphere attached to a metal base. She attached one to each ankle, and the red light started to blink. To her horror, Starbuck found her toes splaying out.
“Like them? Right now they’re giving out an electric signal that nullifies the nerve impulses coming from your brain, while sending out their own. We were trying to develop a type of mind control, but found that the best we could do was allow one frozen action in a small area, changeable only through programming. Of course, they serve our need perfectly.” As she said this, she flicked her feather across the base of Starbuck’s toes, making her squirm and laugh.
She soon dropped the feather, and began running her perfectly manicured nails up and down her immobilized feet, making her scream with laughter. Unknown to her, they had been giving her pedicures while she was unconscious, increasing her sensitivity. She really went crazy when #6 took out a hair brush and rubbed it against her soles, tickling like mad as the small plastic bristles slid across her feet.
Inevitably, however, Starbucks splayed toes became too much of a tempting target, and she dropped the brush and began to poke her nails between them, making Starbuck go absolutely berserk. Never in her life had anything been as unbearable as the nails between her immobilized toes. It got even worse when she picked back up her feather and produced a second one, sawing them between her toes, against the base of her toes, and even winding them between her toes so she could tickle between all of 10 at once. Little did Starbuck know, however, the worst had yet to come.
Though she didn’t notice through her tear filled eyes, a #8 model had silently entered the room (That’s the model that Boomer was, FYI). Walking over to exposed stomach, she bent over and blew a raspberry. Not expecting this, Starbuck almost pulled her arms out bucking up and down. She blew them again and again, stopping only to moisten her lips. #6, meanwhile, had taken out what looked kind of like two electric toothbrushes, except each one had a large cylinder stick out of the side with a small square panel. When she turned them on, instead of a normal buzzing sound, each one made a slight whine. Not only that, but they weren’t even moving. They bristles were just lit up red. The panel read “10%”.
“This is a nice little invention we made. It stimulates the nerve endings to create sensory input. We had been planning to use it for normal torture, but found we could only tickle. Of course, at 10 percent, it tickles about 50 times better in one spot than anything else we can use, and tickles everything around that one spot in a 3 cm radius. The craziest part, however, is technically it doesn’t tickle at all, it just feels like it does.”
Starbuck found out how little that mattered when one was placed on the backside of her knee. Despite the fact she wasn’t too ticklish there, it tickled worse than anything else she had endured thus far. Though she could not see it, the light from the bristles appeared to move under her skin, turning everything within 3cm red. She walked over to her head, and held one about a cm from her ear. Though it wasn’t touching, the light from it made her ear slightly reddish, and she still giggled madly, even though #8 had stopped the raspberries.
“It will even tickle slightly if it’s just near you skin. Let’s turn it up a bit, shall we” With that, she slid her finger across a dial, making it go up to 50% percent, as Starbuck began laughing.
“Now let’s try it somewhere that really tickles” She handed to second one to #8, who turned it up to 50%, and put it in her bellybutton. Starbuck freaked out. She began screeching so loud it threatened to break the window as the cruel device tortuously tickled her without mercy.
“And it also converts other nerve input, so if, say, I put it here” placing it right on her covered nipple “You won’t feel pleasure, just extra tickling.” Starbuck didn’t hear the last part; however, as she was too busy laughing. She did feel the second one make contact with her other breast though, as she laughed even harder. They kept this up for a bit, and then turned them up to 80% and started moving them slowly down her body, making her scream and laugh the whole while. When the passed over her crotch area, she let out her loudest screech yet, then went to giggle as they passed over her legs. Then, they made contact with her soles.
She began laughing her hardest yet, as the horrible devices moved across her feet without mercy, tickling the balls of her feet, her long arches, and daring to go just below the base of her toes, mercifully stopping there. They sometimes even placed them on the same foot right next to each other, the overlapping fields tickling all the worse. The mercy of stopping below her toes didn’t last however, as they began to rhythmically move them back and forth across the bases. Her laughter became so high pitched as the moved inwards out outwards, in perfect sync. Then came the moment she was dreading. They moved it right up between her toes, still forced open, and she last all though, able to focus only on the murderously ticklish sensation coming from her feet, as the Cylons turned the devices up to 100%, tickling her worse than any human was meant to be tickled. With that, her body just gave up, as she that there, too tired to struggle or even give off an audible laugh, while the devices went between her toes at random to keep her guessing. Finally, her lungs protested to the constant laughter, and she mercifully passed out.
She awoke to find herself in a rather bad position. She was tied in a Y shape on the bed, her arms secured by IV tubing that had been melted together to the bed posts, her feet stuck through the frame and tied together at the ankles by the same method. The worst part was a #6 model hovering over her.
“Mother-Fraking toaster! Let me go!” Ignoring her, the toaster walked over and inspected the bonds holding her arms. Apparently pleased, she checked the ones at her feet as well. As she did this, she accidently brushed her foot, making a giggle escape her lips. This made #6 smirk.
“Well, I was hoping that you’d react like that. You see Kara, we have information we want from other soldiers we are planning to capture, but after that we can’t have anyone knowing we took it, just in case they get away. So you see that gas you breathed in has the added affect of giving you amnesia from just before you breathed it in until we administer a certain serum. And since we can’t have any marks left or residual traces of truth serums, we need to use this gas which leaves no trace, and a form of interrogation that leaves no marks. Tell me, are you ticklish?”
Starbuck, who had been cursing during the entire speech, suddenly froze up. “No, you can’t, I’m far too ticklish, I’d do anything. Hurt me all you want, just don’t tickle me”
“Really? You’d rather physical pain instead?”
“Yes, anything else”
“Well” she said with an evil smirk “that makes tickling such an attractive option.”
Ignoring Starbucks pleas, #6 straddled her waist and began to tickle her pits. The effect was instantaneous. She immediately dissolved into laughter, bucking and screaming for all she was worth. Her smooth pits we’re quite sensitive, and all too tempting a target for her Cylon captor. When her sweating made it impossible to tickle as easily, she switched to scratching the now slippery surface, making Starbuck laugh even harder.
Nonetheless, she decided to try out other areas. She began to spider her fingers up and down her ribs, making her try to buck back and forth or at least try to, to no avail. 6 found it extremely effective to knead her ribs, making her squeal with laughter. She wasn’t too pleased with her reaction to having her stomach tickled, which produced much less laughter. However, when she wiggled a single sharp nail in her bellybutton, she gave out a scream. After utilizing this tactic for a while, she took about a single large, stiff white feather, making Starbuck’s eyes go wide. Her eyes squeezed shut, however, when she inserted it into her bellybutton, tickling her even worse than the nail.
6 soon decided to explore other areas. Giving her knees a quick tickle; she walked over to Starbucks feet. Starbuck immediately began begging her not to tickle them, but she just slid her fingers lightly over the smooth surface. Starbucks feet were somewhat largish, soft, creamy, and appeared VERY ticklish. Pleased with the reaction she got, she took the feather and slid it across the base of Starbucks toes. Her reaction, aside from laughing, was to scrunch her toes. Upon on seeing this, #6 took out two devices. Each looked like a small red semi-sphere attached to a metal base. She attached one to each ankle, and the red light started to blink. To her horror, Starbuck found her toes splaying out.
“Like them? Right now they’re giving out an electric signal that nullifies the nerve impulses coming from your brain, while sending out their own. We were trying to develop a type of mind control, but found that the best we could do was allow one frozen action in a small area, changeable only through programming. Of course, they serve our need perfectly.” As she said this, she flicked her feather across the base of Starbuck’s toes, making her squirm and laugh.
She soon dropped the feather, and began running her perfectly manicured nails up and down her immobilized feet, making her scream with laughter. Unknown to her, they had been giving her pedicures while she was unconscious, increasing her sensitivity. She really went crazy when #6 took out a hair brush and rubbed it against her soles, tickling like mad as the small plastic bristles slid across her feet.
Inevitably, however, Starbucks splayed toes became too much of a tempting target, and she dropped the brush and began to poke her nails between them, making Starbuck go absolutely berserk. Never in her life had anything been as unbearable as the nails between her immobilized toes. It got even worse when she picked back up her feather and produced a second one, sawing them between her toes, against the base of her toes, and even winding them between her toes so she could tickle between all of 10 at once. Little did Starbuck know, however, the worst had yet to come.
Though she didn’t notice through her tear filled eyes, a #8 model had silently entered the room (That’s the model that Boomer was, FYI). Walking over to exposed stomach, she bent over and blew a raspberry. Not expecting this, Starbuck almost pulled her arms out bucking up and down. She blew them again and again, stopping only to moisten her lips. #6, meanwhile, had taken out what looked kind of like two electric toothbrushes, except each one had a large cylinder stick out of the side with a small square panel. When she turned them on, instead of a normal buzzing sound, each one made a slight whine. Not only that, but they weren’t even moving. They bristles were just lit up red. The panel read “10%”.
“This is a nice little invention we made. It stimulates the nerve endings to create sensory input. We had been planning to use it for normal torture, but found we could only tickle. Of course, at 10 percent, it tickles about 50 times better in one spot than anything else we can use, and tickles everything around that one spot in a 3 cm radius. The craziest part, however, is technically it doesn’t tickle at all, it just feels like it does.”
Starbuck found out how little that mattered when one was placed on the backside of her knee. Despite the fact she wasn’t too ticklish there, it tickled worse than anything else she had endured thus far. Though she could not see it, the light from the bristles appeared to move under her skin, turning everything within 3cm red. She walked over to her head, and held one about a cm from her ear. Though it wasn’t touching, the light from it made her ear slightly reddish, and she still giggled madly, even though #8 had stopped the raspberries.
“It will even tickle slightly if it’s just near you skin. Let’s turn it up a bit, shall we” With that, she slid her finger across a dial, making it go up to 50% percent, as Starbuck began laughing.
“Now let’s try it somewhere that really tickles” She handed to second one to #8, who turned it up to 50%, and put it in her bellybutton. Starbuck freaked out. She began screeching so loud it threatened to break the window as the cruel device tortuously tickled her without mercy.
“And it also converts other nerve input, so if, say, I put it here” placing it right on her covered nipple “You won’t feel pleasure, just extra tickling.” Starbuck didn’t hear the last part; however, as she was too busy laughing. She did feel the second one make contact with her other breast though, as she laughed even harder. They kept this up for a bit, and then turned them up to 80% and started moving them slowly down her body, making her scream and laugh the whole while. When the passed over her crotch area, she let out her loudest screech yet, then went to giggle as they passed over her legs. Then, they made contact with her soles.
She began laughing her hardest yet, as the horrible devices moved across her feet without mercy, tickling the balls of her feet, her long arches, and daring to go just below the base of her toes, mercifully stopping there. They sometimes even placed them on the same foot right next to each other, the overlapping fields tickling all the worse. The mercy of stopping below her toes didn’t last however, as they began to rhythmically move them back and forth across the bases. Her laughter became so high pitched as the moved inwards out outwards, in perfect sync. Then came the moment she was dreading. They moved it right up between her toes, still forced open, and she last all though, able to focus only on the murderously ticklish sensation coming from her feet, as the Cylons turned the devices up to 100%, tickling her worse than any human was meant to be tickled. With that, her body just gave up, as she that there, too tired to struggle or even give off an audible laugh, while the devices went between her toes at random to keep her guessing. Finally, her lungs protested to the constant laughter, and she mercifully passed out.
