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Rockabilly Mind Probe
🕑 Added 2025-08-25 18:40:04 +0000 UTCWeeks have gone by aboard the Rockabilly Mothership. Vernon and Zach have endured every sadistic tickle torment the aliens could come up with. Their entire bodies probed over and over by feathers. Fluffy brushes scrubbing every nook and cranny. All while these ridiculous looking creatures taunt and tease them. The duo isn't sure how much longer they can last against the endless tickle barrage.
After an especially tiring day of experiments, the pair is brought to the ship's command bridge. They're securely strapped to mechanical interrogation chairs, spots they've become accustomed to after numerous tickle sessions. The soft fur seats still cause them to squirm as they're forced to settle into the chairs. Once the pair is locked in place, the leader of the Alien crew begins a presentation to his subordinates.
Vernon and Zach watch on in complete confusion as the aliens discuss their plans, still unable to decipher any of the alien language they had been hearing for weeks now. Behind the head alien, images flashed on the large screen; images of the Earth, people looking zombified, and engineering specs for strange looking glasses. These glasses popped on the screen numerous times during the presentation, clearly meant to be the focal point of the entire discussion they were having. To the two confused human though, they just looked like silly costume glasses an Elvis impersonator would wear.
Once the presentation was complete, the aliens all applauded each other and turned to their helpless captives with sinister grins on their faces. Vernon and Zach trembled in their seats as they awaited whatever new torture the aliens had planned for them. The lead alien pressed a button on his remote control and a robotic arm descended in front of the two worried humans. Each robot was holding a pair of the silly looking glasses.
"Ho ho no thank you, I do a terrible Elvis impersonation." stuttered Vernon as he nervously squirmed in his chair.
Zach peered at the strange glasses in front of him and noticed the lenses flickering like a screen. Suddenly hypnotic swirls appeared on the lens screens and the robotic hands began moving them toward their faces. "OH NO it's some kind of mind control devise, Vernon don't look at it!" Zach shouted.
The two shut their eyes and tried to frantically escape their binds, but the robot arms forced the glasses onto their faces. "Just don't open your eyes Vern, no matter what!" Zach yelled while trying to remain calm. But all that calmness dissolved when he heard one of the aliens whisper a "Tsk Tsk Tsk" in his ear. This was followed by a feather teasing his nose and face. "HEHEHHEh no please, stop it" pleaded Zach as he squirmed to avoid the feather, but with his eyes still shut tight, it was impossible to know where the feather would strike next.
Vernon was in a similar predicament as two aliens attacked him with their feathers. "Aahahhaah NO PLEASE EHHEHE AHahhaha I can't take anymore, make it stop!" Vern cried out as he fell into fits of ticklish laughter.
The head alien clearly wanted to move the hypnosis experiment along faster and pressed another button on his remote. Out popped foot rests at the bottom of the chairs, each equipped with fuzzy roller brushes. The foot rests raised up to Zach and Vernon's feet and whirled into motion. The foot brushing sent the two into wild tickle laughter.
"AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH NO MORE AHhaHAhahha take my mind Ahahahah I don't care anymore OOOHOhohoHOHOh just make it stop!" Vernon said feeling completely defeated. His eyes squinted open a bit and through the many tears flowing down he could see the swirling screen in front of him. Within seconds, his tired mind succumbed to the mind control and he went into a peaceful daze. "eh ehehe th-thank you, thank you very much eheh eh." Vern muttered in the cliché Elvis impersonator voice as he mindless giggled away.
"Vernon NOOO, don't look!" Zach shouted, but it was too late. He listened as his boss's mind melted under the hypnosis and he was left alone to fight for control of his own. But the endless tickling was taking a toll on him too, and he feared the tickling would just get worse the longer he held on. He felt his eyes slipping open and they caught a glimpse of the swirling screen. And before he could pull them back shut, he felt his mind slip away too...
