This is part 2 of an old story that was on TMF and then Tumblr years ago, but the original was deleted by the author. Does anyone know part 1 where the girl gets tortured first?
He was suddenly awake again, and in the instant of consciousness, he hoped that everything he had previously witnessed had been a nightmare.
But no, he realized, as he looked around… I’m still here. I’m trapped.
And he was, truly.
This time he found himself in an upright position, still unclothed, and his body was locked in an X-shape, with his hands and legs forced open wide and secured tightly. He jerked, but before he even moved, he knew inside that no amount of struggling would save him. In helplessness, he went slack and closed his eyes.
This is it, he thought. If they intend to kill me, I’m ready.
And then he thought of the girl.
All the things he had seen came rushing back to him. But no… what if they don’t mean to kill me? What if I’m to be tickled into insanity, like she was?
He was horribly ticklish on almost every part of his body, and the idea chilled him to the core. He remembered what the tails looked like, and how they moved, and how alien and strange they seemed. He imagined hundreds of them probing, touching, tickling him everywhere… and now, he truly understood the fear he had seen in the girl’s eyes, as she lay there helpless, before the torture began.
The same fear was hammering through him, and his heart pounded, and his breathing shallowed, and every nerve ending seemed to shiver with dread.
Then the alien entered the room, and stood before him. Once again, all that was real in the world was in the alien’s dark eyes, and he stared into them in submission.
The creature spoke to him.
“Your body readings in observation were very helpful to us in gathering our information. Now you are to undergo an experiment in stimulation of the human male. Again, the restraints are to prevent you from injuring yourself during the experiment. But we do not intend to injure you in any way.”
And then he suddenly realized that behind him, the wall directly behind him…. it was alive. It was a dark, waving blanket of the black tails. They moved like windswept grass, directly behind his naked, vulnerable body.
For the first time, he felt panic so sharp that he was able to shake himself of the alien’s trance, and he shouted in fear:
“No!! Please, you don’t understand, I’m horribly ticklish! I saw what you did to that girl! Those things are torturers! Please don’t do this to me!”
The alien didn’t move, but he was sure he saw a trace of surprise in its eyes, and heard something very close to mockery in its foreign tone:
“This is a sophisticated biological device for measuring sensory response. The sensors will emerge, one at a time, and test an area of your body. Once it has determined response, the others will come forward and test other areas. The sensors collect data and transmit the readings to our system. There is no reason to feel panic. Nothing you will undergo will cause you injury.”
He pleaded desperately:
“Please, I won’t be able to stand it! It will drive me insane! PLEASE, let me go, I beg you!!!”
The alien replied flatly, “The experiment will not injure you”, and left the room.
He was alone again with the pounding of his heart. He was breathing very hard now, and he was so frightened.
When will it start? Where will it come from?
He couldn’t see where the tails were, but he could feel them all around him, he could already feel them touching him everywhere. He shook and struggled, and whimpered in fear.
[Expand Post] He thought to himself, Oh Shit.
And then he felt it.
The first one began gently wriggling and poking along his exposed right armpit. He was horribly ticklish there, and at the first touch, he gasped in horror at the sensation, and immediately broke up into laughter and desperate squirming.
The tails felt, at once, like feathers, fingertips, and eerily like a strange insect walking along and inspecting his flesh. The sensation was so weird that it caused him to panic, which made him feel even more ticklish.
He giggled hysterically and his whole body strained to the left, desperate to escape the ticklish touch that would not relent. He realized that with every jerk, the thing followed his movement and continued tickling.