As the Giglin’s hand comes out of her cloak, it brings a weapon with it. She fires the weapon at you, and it temporarily stuns you. With you immobilized, the Giglin grabs your hands with her top two hands. She brings you in close to her and reaches one of her bottom hands under the top of your spacesuit. “These are the relations I shall give to you,” she states in her sweet voice, a smile on her face. All at once, you feel the five fingers of the hand that is under your space suit begin to lightly tickle your bare belly, and you laugh in shock. The fingers slow down a bit, calming your laughter as their speed decreases. Seeing that her technique is working, the Giglin moves her other hand to your stomach and wiggles those fingers, too.
“HEHEHEHE,” you giggle as your tummy is tickled.
“Sensitive, are we?” the alien asks you with a wry smile, to which you can only nod. She continues to tickle you as she starts walking you back towards her ship, placing your arms up in the air. When you get back to the ship, one of the hands stops tickling you to open the door. The Giglin takes you inside, still keeping five fingers on your midriff as you walk to a room with chains hanging from the ceiling. Suddenly, the Giglin decides that you need to be restrained, and she locks your wrists in the chains, one at a time, all the while continuing to tickle you with at least one hand. She lightly tickles your abdomen with ten fingers for about five minutes once you have been restrained, and then she decides to change methods.
With all four hands now ready to be focused on tickling you, the Giglin leaves the two on your belly and places her other two in your armpits. They stay still for about a second, and then all twenty of the fingers begin to tickle furiously. Not expecting this level of tickling, you burst out laughing, “HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHA!” You begin to try and violently squirm out of the tickling, which has turned from soft and pleasant to tortuous in an instant, but the chains holding your hands keep you locked in. Desperate, you begin to beg for mercy from the Giglin as you break down into hysterical laughter. “PLEHEHEHEHEESE! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!” Ignoring you, the Giglin continues to use this tactic for ten minutes, although the tickle torture feels like it lasts forever.
After this, the tickling slows down and the Giglin…
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