Her lab

You were brought back to the lab. Over the course of the next few hours, you faced some pretty terrible situations.

"You are so ticklish that it's funny, so I'm gonna experiment more on you," she said.

And then it began.

First, your bare feet were slowly lowered into a vat of robotic millipedes.

"No, not this. Don't tickle my feet again!" you said.

Their little moving legs tickled every inch of both your feet, and you couldn't stand it. After several minutes, and a lot of laughter, your feet were taken out.

Second, you were tied to a rack, and mechanically operated tickly feather dusters tickled your bare feet, belly, and armpits. Mechanical hands came out of the rack and tickled your sides. The feathers brushing your skin was almost unbearable.

Third, your hands were tied above your head, and you were hanging from the wall by your hands. Two robotic, but very realistic looking, women came out and tickled your armpits, belly, and eventually feet. They moved their fingers so quickly and precisely that it tickled even after they had stopped.

Finally, the tickling was over, and you were allowed to leave the lab. It had been thirty minutes, but it had felt like days.

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