Battlestar Tickling II

“So tell me, what has all this research you two have done accomplished” asked #3 (D’anna), while looking across the steel table aboard the Basestar at #6 (has she ever been given a name?) and #8 (Boomer).

“We’ve developed a method of interrogation that most human females are highly susceptible to, that leaves no marks, and even adds psychological torture in the form of humiliation, as well as an effective tool for carrying it out.” Replied #8

“You’ve developed nothing more than a childish act, and a worthless device to accompany it, that doesn’t even work”

“It doesn’t work on Cylons. It works quite effectively on humans”

“The only humans it’s being used on is some broken prisoners with no will anyway, and a single human with resistance left in them. Not very convincing. Besides you have to prove this method is effective, or else your little toy means nothing”

“We were hoping you would say that. We’ve discovered though the device has no effect on them, our models are susceptible to tickling, and we think yours as well, even more so than any human. We propose a test”

“What kind of test?”

“A two part test. For part A, you sit on the table, and have to remain still while we tickle you for as long as you can. For Part B, we hold you down and tickle you, until you say “Cylon” which will symbolize you giving up important information”

“Well, this experiment of yours looks like it will be over sooner than I thought”. At #8’s command, she sat on the table, her feet stretched out in front of her. #6, who had remained silent all the time, sat at her feet and quickly removed her shoes, revealing her feet to be perfect, as one would expect form an android. #3 noticed they were both barefoot as well. She raised her arms up in the air, and said “Ready”.

#6 smirked and ran her nails over her soles, eliciting a quick giggle, and her pulling her feet back.

“Wow, you lasted a whole three seconds”

“I wasn’t ready, that didn’t count” she replied, suddenly nervous. She hadn’t expected such a sensation. Maybe this would be harder then she thought. She stuck back out her feet, and readied herself. #6 again danced her nails over her soles, but she fought the urge to pull away. This became quite a bit harder when #8 began to skitter her nails in her smooth armpits, making her wiggle crazily, but she didn’t try to get away. She managed to keep this up for 5 minutes, until #6 squeezed her toes, making her burst out laughing and pull back her feet. #8 responded by digging into her armpits with all her might, as #3 pulled down her arms, which only dug the nails in worse, she continued screaming with laughter until #8 stopped about 10 seconds later.

“Wow, I never expected anything like that”

“Would you like to call it quits?”

“Not on your life. Making me try to get away proves nothing” she said, knowing full well how wrong she was. The sensation was pure hell, yet she wanted more of it. It truly was strange, and quite effective, as they said. And she knew that was only a small taste of what they could unleash. Maybe this would be useful after all. But first, she decided to try part B. #6 handed her a sleep mask, explaining loss of visual sense increased sensation. She put it on, and laid on a piece of padding the put on the table. #6 sat on her knees, pinning #3’s legs between her own, leaving both her hands free, while #8 locked her arms between her knees, holding them above her head. At their command, she tried to get free, and found, to her horror, they had her in an inescapable grip. Then, #6 said began. However, they didn’t. Nonetheless, #3 found herself giggling in anticipation, as the mask made it impossible to tell when or where they would strike. The answer quickly became clear.

#6 began to lightly play her fingers across #3’s toes, while #8 wasted no time in digging into her stomach, sending her instantly into a laughing fit, bucking with what little freedom of movement she had. She quickly realized how effective the mask was, not just in increasing the sensation, but allowing them to surprise her, as was the case when #8 suddenly started tickling her neck, which, though not as bad, still tickled horrible, though not as much as #6 raking her sharp nails down her smooth soles, which tickled her out of her mind, and made her scream with laughter.

#8 then decided to try out her ribs, and began to spider her fingers up and down them, the silk like material covering them making it easier to slide her nails across them, which didn’t help #3 much. She tried with renewed vigor to escape, to no avail. However, she refused to admit that this was effective, and as such, would not say the safe word.

“Wow, you must love this” said #8, deciding to tease her “or else you would have said Cylon”.

“And if you do love it so much” added #6 “then you love this even more” she said as she took out two forks, and began to stroke the tines up and down her feet, causing her to yank at them so hard she almost managed to free them, but all she accomplished was making #6 tighten her legs. #8 decided to try and tickle her more, and began to dig her nails into her ribs, making her scream even louder, and start to say “No no no!” through her laughter.

“All you have to do is say ‘Cylon’, then we’ll stop”

“Never! This is nothing!”

“Have it your way”. Unfortunately, #3’s way involved this stopping, which wasn’t what she got at all. #6 went back to her toes, tickling with her nails right between them, while #8 went back to her armpits, digging into them with all her might. This caused #3 to laugh her loudest yet, so loud that some of the other Cylons were able to her it through the thick bulkheads, choosing to just ignore it. She began to buck her hardest yet, almost managing to lift up 3^, though this made her situation worse.

Her constant leg movement was rubbing against #6’s crotch, and was beginning to turn her on. Since beginning this project, she had discovered her model had an inherent foot fetish, and several times she and some other model #6 were massage and lick each other’s feet (would that count as a form of incest or masturbation?) However, they had discovered, to their pleasure, that when they attempted this on other female prisoners, it tickled them worse than anything.

Naturally, #6 scooted back, and began to lick and suck her toes, making #3 laugh her loudest yet. She had no idea anything could tickle so much, and, without thinking, managed to yell out “Cylon”. Despite her saying it clearly, they didn’t stop.

Instead, #8 said “I bet I can tickle her worse” and ripped open the lower part of her blouse. Despite the face mask, #3 knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to tickle her stomach with her mouth. Despite her objections, and constant yelling of the safe word, #8 bent over and began to blow raspberry after raspberry, making her laughter increase even more. While #6 had developed a foot fetish, #8 had developed a belly-button fetish, and her and the other models would enjoy tickling each other with raspberries.

Not to be outdone, #6 began to nibble her toes, making her already glass-breaking laugh go higher still. Realizing she was being beaten, #8 unleashed her secret weapon. She moved her hands back, and blowing raspberries all the while, began to scratch #3’s hollows. Between the three different tickling focuses, #3 couldn’t even focus. But she did feel the added effect of #6 borrow #8’s trick, and scratching her soles while nibbling her toes, pushing her even farther over the edge. #8, meanwhile, in one last desperate gambit, began to wiggle her tongue in #3’s bellybutton. That cinched it. Between all the super intense tickling, #3 went into silent laughter, too tired to even struggle anymore. After ten minutes, right before she passed out, they stopped.

“Holy shit” she said between gasps of air “that was intense”

“Yeah. Sorry about not stopping, but we felt it would be more realistic if we kept tickling you, since unlike a interagatee , you had nothing to lose by giving up” replied #6

“How did you like it?” asked #8.

“As horrible as it was, I actually enjoyed it on some level. I think this will be a most successful technique. And BTW, #6 tickled more”

“Not surprising” said #8 “We’ve found feet are much more ticklish”

“Well, looks like we can move on from tickling each other then.” Said #6. After they, they froze for a second, looking at each other.

“Actually, I think we’re nowhere near ready.” Said #3

“Needs tons more testing” agreed #8

“And even when we do use it on humans, we’ll problem still have more testing to do” chimed in #6

“Actually, I can think of a test right now” said #3

“O Really?” replied #8, with a smirk (YA RLY!)

“We’ll see if feet really are more ticklish then sides. Two of us will sit on the table, their legs that are touching set out in front of them. The third sits on their ankles. Then, the two have to tickle the thirds ribs, while the third tickles their feet, until someone gives up. If the third gives up, they have to be the let the other pin and tickle them for a minute, and then be the third again. If one of the two gives up, they’re pinned and tickled for a minute, and then they’re the third.”

“So we see what’s worse, four hands tickling your ribs, one tickling a single foot? I like it” said #6

“As do I” added #8 “Provided you’ll go first”.

“Okay” said #3, with a nervous giggle.

With that, they got in position, and #6 asked “You ready?”. Rather than replying, #3 dug into their feet, making them burst out laughing as they were caught off guard. They quickly recovered, and launched their own four hand assault against #3’s ribs…