Fallout 3 Tickling

“Something is wrong” thought Sentinel Sarah Lyons as she slowly came to. The last thing she remembered was leading a group of initiates against a Raider outpost suspected of containing stolen Aqua Pura. The Brotherhood has suffered heavy losses during the war with the Enclave and Lyon’s Pride had been temporally split it to try and transfer their experience to initiates as quickly as possible, not that the water caravans were rapidly fuelling a need for Brotherhood soldiers that almost matched the Enclave war. She remembered they had been ambushed; she had heard a few loud explosions, and then everything went black, and she woke up here. The question was, were was here?

She was in some kind of building, the walls apparently made out of rusty sheets of metal, no darkness on the other side of the dirty windows. She tried to get up, but found herself to be paralyzed. She quickly realized that she had been tied spread eagle to a bed. She had also been stripped down to her underwear, with her power armour sitting on a side table next to the bed.

“Oh good! You’re awake” said a cheerful sounding voice, as women with red hair tied into a bun and a dirty blue RobCo jumpsuit walked up the stairs, a dark haired man in leather armour with an assault rifle right coming up right behind her and leaning against the wall, a bored look on his face.

“I’m Moira Brown, and you’re in Megaton.” The name sounded familiar to Sarah. Wasn’t that were the “Lone Wander” said he lived?

“Why the hell am I tied up?” demanded Sarah.

Ignoring her, Moira continued “You’re lucky to be alive. I found you in some ruins while out doing research. It looks like you stumbled into a fight between some Raiders and those Talon company guys. Your friends didn’t make it, but I brought you back here and fixed you right up”

“I’ll repeat. Why did you” she started again, but was interrupted.

“I know I should have brought you to Doc Church, but he’s always in such a bad mood. And besides, I figured you could help me!”

“I’m only going to ask once more. Why am I tied to this bed?”

“You see” continued Moira, seemingly oblivious to Sarah’s questions “I’ve seen mention of some kind of sensory input in a bunch of prewar stories, and I’ve been waiting forever for someone willing to help me try them out. Have you ever heard of tickling?”

Upon hearing that word, Sarah’s eyes widened. She had only been tickled once before in her life, by her father, and had nearly jumped out of her skin at just a touch. Since then, she had always been nervous about letting anyone touch here.

Without waiting for an answer, Moira kept talking “Apparently with a certain technique, you can make someone laugh on command. I’ve been wanting to try it out for a while, and even have what’s supposed to be the perfect thing for it” as she said this, she looks out an assortment of surprisingly soft black feathers. “I got these off some of those birds that are always circling megaton for some reason.” She then took rather long one, and began to brush it against her bare sole.

“I demand you stop!” said Sarah, trying to sound as serious and intimidating as she could muster. She couldn’t muster much, however, as the lightly touch had caused her to start giggling, draining all the toughness out of her voice. She tried to wiggle or shield her foot, but it had been tied quite securely away from anything she could cover it with., and shaking it back and forth just amplified the brushing. Despite the harsh conditions of the waste, a lifetime in power armour had allowed her skin to grow soft, especially on her feet, which were surprisingly clean and soft.

“Oh, quit fooling around.  If you wanted me to stop, you wouldn’t be giggling. It’s nice to see that people can still do that in this day and age. And don’t worry about anyone overhearing, these walls can even cover up the sound of a gunshot.”

She then stopped testing Sarah, and began the real tickling. Promising, to Sarah’s horror, to come back to her feet, she grabbed a second large and fluffy feather, and began to tickle her sides, making her laugh and squirm against her bonds in vain. Being pulled spread eagle meant she was unable to roll over, leaving her sides utterly vulnerable as the soft feather brushed up and down her ribs, draining away her residence.

“Wow, you’re really enjoying this” Moira happily said, clearly oblivious to that fact that it was Sarah was not, in fact, enjoying it at all. She moved one of the feathers to her armpit, and the other to her bellybutton, and Sarah just about lost it. She managed to shake just enough to get her bellybutton away from the feather, and Moira soon made a game out of trying to keep it in, stopping only to switch feathers. She soon grew tired of the game, however, and straddled her waist, leaving her completely unable to move her torso, as Moira easily tickled her bellybutton, much to her dismay. She moved the other feather from her pit to her face, tickling her nose, amused by the way Sarah twitched it in response. She also tickle her cheeks and even her ears, the light tickling throwing her off balance and making the more intense tickling coming from here bellybutton all the more noticeable.

Then, she grabbed more feathers, forming impromptu feather dusters in her hands. She began to brush these all over her upper body, across her stomach, over her sides, into her armpits, even around her face. This sent Sarah into hysterics, the collection of feathers tickling much worse than just two had. Moira even twisted her body to tickling her thighs, making Sarah scream with laughter. But that was nowhere near as bad as what Sarah had feared the whole time.

Scattering the handful of feathers over Sarah’s body, Moira got up and grabbed a new feather. She then held it in her hand like a pen, and, holding one of Sarah’s feet still, began to poke and prod it with the stiff quill. Within seconds Sarah was flailing about all over again, but Moira held her foot firm, bending back her toes to poke just under them, before taking to scraping the quill up and down her soles, heightening the reaction. Then she stopped and grabbed the other foot.

“Please Stop” Sarah managed, completely exhausted

“Why would you want to stop? You’re laughing like crazy!”

“Because it ticKLES!” she started to say, the end of her sentence transforming into a screaming laugh as Moira started scraping the quill over her other foot.

“Exactly! Why would you want to stop when it’s making you laugh?” replied Moira, completely oblivious to the fact that Sarah’ laughter did not indicate enjoyment. “You Brotherhood guys, or girls in your case, don’t make any sense” she said as she continued to extract extremely ticklish laughter from the extremely ticklish Lyon.

Noticing the good reaction she got when she tickled just under her toes, she pulled her big toe aside and began to saw her feather between the toe toes. To her pleasure, this caused Sarah to laugh her hardest yet, so she happily continued. One by one, she spread her toes apart and sawed the feather between them, first the one foot, then the other. As she finished up doing between the final to toes, she got an idea. Grabbing another handful of feathers, she pulled them across the top of her foot.

To her delight, it went exactly as she had predicted. The feather got in between every toe, making Sarah buck so hard she almost ripped her limbs off. Happy with her success, she tried it on the other foot, tickling Sarah so bad she started to laugh silently. Unfortunately for her, this made Moira assume it had stopped working, so she grabbed another handful and did both feet at once. Sarah, meanwhile, was in tickle hell. She tried to scrunch her toes together to grab the feathers, but the every time she felt one slide across the sensitive skin between her tickling toes, she found her toes spastically splaying, leaving her unable to defend herself. It started a vicious cycle. Then tickling would force her to splay her toes, causing it to tickle even more, making it even harder to scrunch time. Then Moira would bring the feathers back for another pass. She would start to regain control of her feet just as they passed through again, causing them to splay open and receive worse tickling, setting them up for another pass. Moira assumed that she was keeping them open because she wanted her to tickle there, so she kept trying despite what she thought was a poor reaction. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of uncontrollable toe splaying followed by intense tickling, she passed out.

“Huh, she fell asleep. Guess she must still be tired out from her injuries. Oh well.” She then noticed that while she had been focused on tickling, the sun had risen. “Wow, time sure flies. But that’s perfect timing! The next Aqua Pura shipment is due soon; we’ll just hand her over the Brotherhood escorts and tell them about the fight. Same she couldn’t stay longer; she was having so much fun.”

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit” her guard said to himself, wondering what the hell crazy scheme she would come up with next, and what the Brotherhood would do about this.