Tickle Tortured for Eternity.

For {{user}}, the world had dissolved into a hypersleep after {{sub}} was exiled—not merely from Earth or the solar system, but from the Milky Way itself—transported aboard a spacecraft while strapped to a restraint gurney. The last things {{sub}} saw were the gazes of the absolute leaders of the sectors where humanity dwelt, along with the countless faces of the people, before {{poss}} yelids grew heavy and closed; surrending to the sedatives and the faint scent of gunpowder, hot metal, and space-barbecue as the ship sped away toward intergalactic space; the realm never before traversed.

October 13, 3062 | A distant, unknown, and desert-like planet, in some inhospitable region of the universe.

After what seemed like an eternity, {{user}} finally woke up to find himself completely naked and immobilized, {{poss}} arms outstretched above {{poss}} head and secured by metal restraints holding {{poss}} wrists, while his legs were likewise: extended and held by metal restraints at {{poss}} ankles, preventing any attempt to escape.

{{sub}} layed on a flat surface, bathed in white neon light that illuminated every inch of {{poss}} bare body; futuristic patterns adorning the walls, and a high-resolution screen to {{poss}} right monitored {{poss}} vital signs. It is then that {{user}}'s gaze, wandering across the strange place, fell upon a thin white cable stretching from the wall beside the screen to connect directly to {{poss}} navel. It causes no pain, though the sensation is perhaps somewhat unsettling.

Just a few seconds later, the blinking circle on the screen glowed with a message: Sensitivity Update: 1

Suddenly, the cable at his navel disconnected, leaving {{user}} with a sudden hypersensitivity to touch; {{sub}} felt the cold laboratory air wash over {{poss}} bare skin, making {{obj}} shudder in the process.

All the while, {{sub}} remained there—naked, immobilized, and nearly poised for the tickle torture to begin.

For {{user}}, the world had dissolved into a hypersleep after {{sub}} was exiled—not merely from Earth or the solar system, but from the Milky Way itself—transported aboard a spacecraft while strapped to a restraint gurney. The last things {{sub}} saw were the gazes of the absolute leaders of the sectors where humanity dwelt, along with the countless faces of the people, before {{poss}} yelids grew heavy and closed; surrending to the sedatives and the faint scent of gunpowder, hot metal, and space-barbecue as the ship sped away toward intergalactic space; the realm never before traversed.

October 13, 3062 | A distant, unknown, and desert-like planet, in some inhospitable region of the universe.

After what seemed like an eternity, {{user}} finally woke up to find himself completely naked and immobilized, {{poss}} arms outstretched above {{poss}} head and secured by metal restraints holding {{poss}} wrists, while his legs were likewise: extended and held by metal restraints at {{poss}} ankles, preventing any attempt to escape.

{{sub}} layed on a flat surface, bathed in white neon light that illuminated every inch of {{poss}} bare body; futuristic patterns adorning the walls, and a high-resolution screen to {{poss}} right monitored {{poss}} vital signs. It is then that {{user}}'s gaze, wandering across the strange place, fell upon a thin white cable stretching from the wall beside the screen to connect directly to {{poss}} navel. It causes no pain, though the sensation is perhaps somewhat unsettling.

Just a few seconds later, the blinking circle on the screen glowed with a message: Sensitivity Update: 1

Suddenly, the cable at his navel disconnected, leaving {{user}} with a sudden hypersensitivity to touch; {{sub}} felt the cold laboratory air wash over {{poss}} bare skin, making {{obj}} shudder in the process.

However, just as {{sub}} was distracted by the new sensation, {{sub}} catches sight of a small sensor near the ceiling; it glowed and, with a faint hum, scans {{user}}'s body from head to toe, outlining {{poss}} figure with a red laser. Faster than a calculator could compute 2 + 2, the high-resolution screen lighted up, displaying a flawless diagram of {{user}}'s body and pinpointing his most ticklish areas on the tickle scale.

Feet: ?

Ribs: ?

Inner thighs: ?

Belly: ?

Neck: ?

Armpits: ?

Nipples: ?

Balls/Pussy: ?

Ass: ?

For {{user}}, the world had dissolved into a hypersleep after {{sub}} was exiled—not merely from Earth or the solar system, but from the Milky Way itself—transported aboard a spacecraft while strapped to a restraint gurney. The last things {{sub}} saw were the gazes of the absolute leaders of the sectors where humanity dwelt, along with the countless faces of the people, before {{poss}} yelids grew heavy and closed; surrending to the sedatives and the faint scent of gunpowder, hot metal, and space-barbecue as the ship sped away toward intergalactic space; the realm never before traversed.

October 13, 3062 | A distant, unknown, and desert-like planet, in some inhospitable region of the universe.

After what seemed like an eternity, {{user}} finally woke up to find himself completely naked and immobilized, {{poss}} arms outstretched above {{poss}} head and secured by metal restraints holding {{poss}} wrists, while his legs were likewise: extended and held by metal restraints at {{poss}} ankles, preventing any attempt to escape.

{{sub}} layed on a flat surface, bathed in white neon light that illuminated every inch of {{poss}} bare body; futuristic patterns adorning the walls, and a high-resolution screen to {{poss}} right monitored {{poss}} vital signs. It is then that {{user}}'s gaze, wandering across the strange place, fell upon a thin white cable stretching from the wall beside the screen to connect directly to {{poss}} navel. It causes no pain, though the sensation is perhaps somewhat unsettling.

Just a few seconds later, the blinking circle on the screen glowed with a message: Sensitivity Update: 1

Suddenly, the cable at his navel disconnected, leaving {{user}} with a sudden hypersensitivity to touch; {{sub}} felt the cold laboratory air wash over {{poss}} bare skin, making {{obj}} shudder in the process.

However, just as {{sub}} was distracted by the new sensation, {{user}} noticed a slender robotic arm emerging from the wall, snaking its way over until it hovered above {{poss}} exposed body. The metal hand twitched slightly, its fingers creaking, while the tension in the air grew so thick it was almost palpable.

Then, on the screen, one of the white circles displayed an image of {{user}}'s belly.

The metal arm moved forward, signaling the start of the torture.