Immediately recognizing the unique situation you have just stumbled upon, you shove all morals behind you and slowly shut the door. The gym leader, who is bound and blindfolded in a spread eagle position on a metal table in the room, hears the latch of the door close and cranes her next towards the sound.
"Who's there?" She shouts, barely covering up the nervous tension in her voice.
Assuming that the blindfold does indeed work, you make your way into the room saying nothing to preserve your identity. This seems to unnerve the compromised Misty.
"I don't know what you Team Rocket creeps are doing, but you aren't going to get anything out of me! Soon enough my friends will be here to break me out!"
You now stand at the side of the table with Misty stretched out in front of you. Slowly you move your hand closer and closer to her exposed midriff until your fingers softly touch the smooth skin of her belly. Misty twitches and pulls back as if she was touched by a hot burner.
"H-hey! Don't do that!" she yelps nervously, now unable to contain the fear in her voice.
You once again reach out and touch her belly, but you now maintain contact and start your index finger on a meandering journey along the trapped girl's midriff. A slight twitch appears along the corners of the girls mouth.
"T-tickling? Y-you think t-tickling can -hehe- b-break me? I'm-m-m not even -he- t-ticklish." she says, obviously holding back giggles.
Your response is a quick flurry of all your fingers on your right hand along her side, which causes her to jump in her bonds and squeal.
"O-ok. I'm a l-l-little bit t-ticklish. B-but I'll n-never tell you anything!"
You then start the fingers of your left hand wiggling along one side of her belly, while the index finger of your right hand starts a slow spiral circling her navel. Misty is now producing a steady stream of giggle, still doing her best to hold them in, but becoming less and less successful.
"Hehehehehehahehe st-t-t-toooooop thaaaaaat hehehehehe." she laughs, rhythmically turning in her bonds from side to side, trying to avoid the soft tickling sensations being pressed into her smooth belly.
You speed up the fingers on your left hand as your index finger gets closer and closer to her shallow navel, every rotation bringing it just a millimeter towards its ultimate goal. Misty's laughs are now progressing into a steady stream. Finally, after what seems like an eternity to both the ticklee and the tickler, your finger dips into her belly button and you begin the vibrate it back and forth violently. Misty lets out a high pitched scream that slowly dissolves into silent laughter, twisting and turning in her bonds as hard as she can. You continue to keep your finger in her navel whilst spider tickling the rest of her belly with your left hand quite rapidly.
After a while, the harsh tickling seems to be making Misty's belly less sensitive, as she now is pulling less on her bonds and is laughing only as much as she was at the beginning.You decide it's time to switch up tactics.
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