Tickly
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Chapter 1 Part 10
🕑 Added 2025-03-08 15:00:07 +0000 UTC(Maya’s POV - condition: socks)
My heart pounded as I took in the sight before me. This was worse than I imagined. The sleek, white metal tables, the sleep-sack-like containment, the straps, and the futuristic foot stocks… I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but it wasn’t this.
Then came the real horror—the monitors above each table, detailing everything. And of course, the worst - eight hours.
I shuddered, my gaze dropping down to my feet. At least I had socks. I had fought for them, and looking at everything now, I knew I made the right choice. I wasn’t sure I could survive this barefoot.
But then I glanced at Lily’s feet, already wrapped in her thin sheer nylons. That could have been me. Those things weren’t going to protect her at all. If anything, they’d make it worse. I felt guilty, but I couldn’t afford to regret my decision. Not now.
Anne and Dave had gone barefoot. Brave or stupid? I didn’t know. They wouldn’t have any barrier at all, but at least it wasn’t heightened sensitivity like Lily and Matt would be dealing with.
The restraints. The stocks. The fact that we’d be gagged and blindfolded… I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry.
Eight hours of this. No stopping. No escape.
I clenched my fists and tried to control my breathing. This was going to be hell.
(Anne’s POV - condition: barefoot)
I stared at the setup, forcing myself to keep my breathing steady. I had made the right choice. Going barefoot was better than nylons. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with the heightened sensitivity. But that didn’t make me feel any better.
The sleep-sack contraption looked claustrophobic as hell. Strapped down, completely immobilized, head and feet sticking out like some kind of experiment—well, it is a tickling experiment, to be fair.
Then the monitors. My stomach twisted at the thought of my foot size and my most ticklish spot being displayed like a statistic.
I glanced at Lily. Her nylons hugged her feet perfectly, the thin fabric barely giving any protection. That could have been me. But it wasn’t.
Then there were the foot stocks. They looked advanced. Too advanced. Not some old-fashioned wooden contraption but something modern, efficient—designed to keep feet in place no matter what. And my bare feet will be locked in those. I had convinced myself it was the better option. Nylons would only make things worse, right? The thin material would heighten the sensations, make every touch even more unbearable. At least with bare feet, it would be the same ticklishness I was already used to…
The blindfolds and gags… What was the point? I understood the blindfold—taking away sight would make everything worse—but the gag? Were they expecting us to scream that much?
I exhaled sharply. Eight hours. We had chosen this—I had chosen this.
I was going to endure it. Somehow.
(Matt’s POV - condition: nylons)
I couldn’t stop staring at the foot stocks. Something about them made my stomach tighten in both fear and—God help me—anticipation.
Then the restraints. The sleep-sack. Completely immobilized. This wasn’t just some casual tickle game. This was serious.
And there was my mistake. I hadn’t been fast enough. I hadn’t claimed the socks. I was stuck with nylons, that are already covering my feet... and it feels weird.
I stole a glance at Lily. Her feet were already trapped in them, her expression tense. She knew. She understood exactly how bad it was going to be. The way nylons made everything more sensitive, the way they hugged every nerve ending and made even the lightest touch unbearable.
Then I looked at Maya. She had socks. She had escaped this. She was nervous, sure, but she had protection.
I clenched my jaw. I wasn’t ready for this. Blindfolded. Gagged. Strapped down. Helpless. And eight. Hours. Long.
I exhaled slowly. I had to survive this.
(Ryan’s POV - condition: socks)
I couldn't hold it in anymore. This was not what I expected. Not even close.
"This… this is really not what I—or any of us—signed up for," I blurted out, looking around at the others. Their faces mirrored my own—a mix of shock, confusion, and growing fear.
The scientist, as calm and composed as ever, simply folded her hands behind her back. "You already signed the contract," she stated matter-of-factly. "If you had any questions about the experiment, you could have asked, and I would have answered honestly. But none of you did."
I clenched my jaw. That was her excuse? We could have asked? Like any of us were in the right mind to process this kind of information before signing away eight hours of our lives to be strapped down and tickled by machines?
Dave spoke up next, shaking his head. "We didn’t ask questions because we were already shocked and too busy thinking about whether or not we should sign the contract."
The scientist barely blinked. "Either way, there is no turning back now."
The weight of her words hit hard. My stomach churned. We had all known this was serious when we signed, but seeing the restraints, the foot stocks, the monitors displaying our personal data—this was different. This felt like a trap. And we had walked right into it.
I glanced around at everyone. Anger. Worry. Fear. It was all over their faces.
The worst part? We couldn’t do anything about it.
Then, as if to twist the knife even deeper, the scientist smirked slightly. "I will say, it’s surprising that you, Ryan, are the first one to argue about this experiment. Considering you have socks on…"
I felt every single pair of eyes snap to me. And I knew exactly what they were thinking.
"Oh, come on," I groaned, throwing up my hands. "Yeah, I got socks. Lucky me. But that doesn’t change the fact that we’re all getting strapped down and tickled by machines for eight hours!"
Anne crossed her arms. "Still, you do have the best deal here. You called it first, remember?"
Lily shook her head. "We all feel tricked, Ryan. But you’re definitely in the least amount of trouble."
I gritted my teeth. They weren’t wrong, but that didn’t make this any less of a nightmare.
(Lily’s POV - condition: nylons)
Ryan wasn’t wrong. None of us had expected this. Sure, we knew we were signing up for a tickling experiment, but not like this. Not eight hours strapped down, unable to move, blindfolded, gagged, with machines tickling us in whatever way the scientists decided.
The scientist, however, remained completely unfazed. "You already signed the contract," she said calmly. "If you had any questions about the experiment, you could have asked, and I would have answered honestly. But none of you did."
I clenched my fists. Was she serious? As if we had the mental clarity to start questioning details when we were already second-guessing signing at all?
Then, the scientist delivered her final verdict with unsettling calm. "Either way, there is no turning back now."
I swallowed hard. No turning back. That single phrase made my stomach twist. We had gone from being eager volunteers to trapped participants in a nightmare we willingly signed up for.
I glanced around. The others looked the same way I felt—angry, anxious, afraid. But there was nothing we could do about it. We were stuck.
I sighed. "We all feel tricked, Ryan. But you’re definitely in the least amount of trouble."
Ryan exhaled through his nose, clearly frustrated. We were all frustrated.
The scientist watched us in silence for a few moments, letting the reality of the situation settle in. Then she straightened her posture and said, "Now that this discussion is over, let’s proceed.”
I took in a slow, steady breath. There was truly no turning back now.
The scientist’s voice was steady and firm. "Please, lie down on the tables."
