Chapter #6woot its like diseny land, only with tickling ^_^ by: colisto You decide there really isn’t much a choice; you don’t know how to use the wings you have well enough to escape. Besides Jake made it quite clear that I would find escape quite impossible so you sit down in the chair “well at least you’re a little smart” said the machine “if you tried to fly away I woulda just shot you with my excellent sleep dart gun, hey wana see it?” he runs over with an automatic looking gun before you can say any thing, he is smiling his whole mode changed dramatically you look at the gun “ aint she a bute, automatic shoots darts that will dissolve in your body in seconds, you’d be out like a light in mere seconds bang!” he pretends to shoot you, you jump.
“yeah that’s awesome but can we move on here?” he realizes how weird he looks and the gun disappears in his hands “whoa what was that?”
“oh that yeah that’s my data transformer, it allows me to store my technological marvels without me having to lug em around, pretty cool huh?” he looks as giddy as a school girl. But snaps out of it smiles at you and says “ok boss stay still” he steps on a panel and a control panel, he then clicks a few buttons and suddenly metallic restraints lock your arms and your legs into the chair. You instinctively tug at them “you aint getin outa those chief, well I geuss I’ll be seen you guvna” he pushes a few more buttons and your chair falls a bit “see ya lata dude” he gives you a peace sine smiles and then walks away as your chair starts to rise you watch him until you go through the top, your chair keeps moving up until you reach a top floor. You stop and your chair starts to move forward, it is moving towards a wall it keeps moving until it stops right in front of it. “what is this” the wall starts to open up two spots just big enough for your feet, then your chair starts to move forward and your feet go through the wall, you already know what’s coming, but its not starting yet and you don’t understand. Then you feel some rubbing on your feet, it feels very nice and you start to relax. Maybe it wasent what you thought it was. Then it starts you feel some sort of bristle brush start to scrub your feet, it tickles so much. You start to laugh, hard, you thought you would hate it, but for some reason it, dare I say it, feels good. You start to enjoy it but then it stops, you wonder why, but then you feel wetness on your feet. Then you feel more rubbing witch feels good. Then your chair starts to move back, you look at your feet and, they look surprisingly clean, you admire the handiwork they did on the nails. Your chair turns and you start to move forward again until you hit a certain spot, then you start to rise up higher and higher and higher, then you stop your restraints loosen, and you get up. You walk forward looking at yourself and then turning back you the chair, looking at it.
“Do you like the chair? I designed that part I think the feet cleaning is nice, so are you ready to move on” a female voice comes from behind you it sounds soft and nice, you turn around to see a…
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