The sound of motors and cranking of machinery awoken her from her sleep. Bright lights greeted her half-opened eyes that gazed left and right at the unfamiliar room. Her head torqued up as she pulled on her wrists that were struck above her head, and right after that, her ankles were cuffed similarly with her legs apart. By the sensation of gravity, she was lying flat on her back against an mechanical, adjustable 'X' shaped silver, metallic platform. It was like a table designed for to captivate her body's movements.
Her clothes were gone, and she was stark naked. The teenage girl struggled and resisted against her bound as her heart raced by the desperate-looking situation. She appeared to be inside a dome with the interior curved surface being made of mirrors that reflected the distorted image of herself, and from the chrome-colored ceiling, she could see the circular floor illuminating its intense lights within this confined space where everything is devoid of any trace of shadows.
There appeared to be no doors and no conscious beings present. This unexpectedness after just recently waking up had continued to baffle her. While all that could seen in front of her is the mirror-like ceiling, she was unaware of the prying eyes on the other side of the barrier It was like a one-way window. The aliens outside could see her as if the barrier were made of plain glass, but from the inside, the girl could not see the extraterrestrial life forms outside that would most certainly cause her to panic.
Now that their lovely specimen was captured, the group of scientifically-motivated green and grey figures began their series of experiments with the help of their highly sophisticated technology. A myriad of buttons, screens, and levers were within their control, and a diagram of a humanoid contour lines appeared on the screen. The machine had finished its scanning of Rebecca's bundles of nerve cells to identify her primary weaknesses to physical stimuli. The stats revealed a high concentration of nerves located on the feet, groin, midriff, armpits, and chest.
The experiment that shall be conducted would be in regard of the duration of how long this sensitive little human can last when she undergoes several trials of being tickled. They did not go easy on her, not even so much as giving her a warm up. Immediately, the trial had begun, and several mechanical arms folded out from below the bondage table.
Her eyes widened in fear and surprise as robotic hands sprouted out with its fingers suddenly touching and stroking her skin in a rapid fashion. It all happened simultaneously to keep the data consistent, but each of her primary weak spots were exploited. The soles of her tender small feet send a jolting bolt of unbearable sensation right across her body. The touching feeling at her groin made her want to pin her legs together. Her belly and sides caused the core of her body to squirm like a belly dancer. The absolutely cruel tingling sensation toying at her ticklish armpits made her arms struggle even more in its trapped position. The embarrassing feeling of her breasts being groped made her face blush, and her tickled nipples made forced her wanting to cringe and cover up. As all of this happened at once, Rebecca had no clear distinct emotional state; it was a mixture of shyness, confusion, fear, and helplessness.
"AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" She then gasped before giggling, chuckling, and laughing uncontrollably, "HE-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
A timer had kept track how long the girl's tolerance will last under these conditions, and data flooded the screens. The sound of her adorable voice was estimated to be about 82 decibels which was quite louds, but soon, it rose to 86 decibels, nearly shouting at the top of her lungs as she pleaded for mercy.
Forty seconds had passed, and the girl's heartbeat was pounding. There was a slight struggle in her ability to gather oxygen in her body when she was too busy with laughing. "HE-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! AHHHHHH! NOOOO-HA-HA-HA! EEAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" It had been observed that Rebecca's toes would curl up to defend the harmless assault on her bare feet. The aliens could have her toes be restrained backwards, but they would ruin the consistency of the data. So that didn't, but this shall be considered for the next couple of trials.
Two minutes had passed by quickly for the aliens, but they felt like two hours for the one undergoing the brutal treatment. Rebecca's skin began to glow under the lights by the sweat produced from her skin pores. The temperature was slightly below room temperatures. The sweat on her naked body lowered the friction of contact, causing everything to be more slippery and slimy which only heightened the girl's sensation to the hands. However, since her endurance was dropping; the volume of her laughter did not increase.
"AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! HE-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! MA-HA-HA-KE-IT-HE-STOOOP-HE-HA-HA!"
The timer read 3:56. Nearly four minutes, and the girl was hysterically laughing so hard that she was beginning to cry as tears leaked from her eyes and down across her reddish cheeks. "HE-HA-HA-HA-HA! ah-ha-ha-ha... AHHHH!"
At five minutes, Rebecca had lost it. Her mind seemed to be devoid of all rational thoughts, and her voice sounded weaker.
The trial ended at 11 minutes and 42 seconds, right before Rebecca would faint. The arms folded and returned back to where it came from, leaving the poor girl covered in sweat and tears while puffing in short breaths. She had never felt this tired before in her life. She could no longer tell if she was conscious or unconscious.
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