Tickle Machine

You start feeling something like twenty tiny fingers running slowly over your ribs... You giggle softly and blush a little:

"Mmmmm... Heehee... Heheh..."

"Well? Are you going to tell us or not?", says one of the pyrots.

"Heehee... I'm not gonna say anything... Oh, this is so good... Heeheehee... Ooohoo..."

Suddenly you feel the very same tiny fingers digging vigorously in your armpits.

"OUCH!! OW!! STOP THAT!!!! HAHAHA!!! STOP IT, THAT TICKLES TOO MUCH!!! OW!!!! HAHAHAHOOHOOHOO... OHO!! AHAHA!! ALRIGHT, I'LL TELL EVERYTHING!!! JUST S-STOP THAT HAHAHAHA INFERNAL TICKLING!!!!"

The pyrot switches the machine off and you try to think of a good story to convince the birds to free you and the girl...

Written by snuggly

But you can't!

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