Daisy's eyes fluttered open, and then immediately flew wide as she realized something was very wrong. She attempted to move her arms, then kick her legs, but neither moved more than a centimeter or two. As she got her wits, she was finally able to make some sense of her very strange predicament. She was in her bra and panties, like she was when she went to bed, but that's all that was familiar. She was in a very dark room, not able to make out very much around her, but more alarming was her position. Her arms were bound up above her head, slightly bent at the elbows, wrists and upper arms strapped tightly in place. Her legs were also strapped down to some sort of frame, legs slightly bent behind her so her entire body was arched back in a C shape, like a partial hogtie. Bindings at her ankles, just above and below her knees, and thighs prevented any real movement. To top it off, she was suspended in midair, hanging from the frame she was tied to, hips pointing down towards the ground. She tried to move again, but succeeded only in causing the frame to rotate slightly back and forth. Straps around her waist and chest completed her bondage, and she was certainly not going anywhere.
Panicking, she tried to scream, but the sound was muffled beyond any hope of being heard. A rubber ball gag was in her mouth, forcing her lips open and wedged between her front teeth, capped off with a rubber piece in her mouth that kept her tongue down. Panicking, she frantically starting thrashing, but again could only manage rocking back and forth so her stomach and thighs would become the point on her body closest to the ground.
Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered on, a series of powerful white lights emitting from the ceiling. She blinked a few times as her eyes watered.
"Now, now, Ms. Waterflower, don't waste your energy. You'll be needing it."
She tried to turn her head to the right, where she heard the voice, but found her head was locked into place, forced to stare forward. She tried to say something, but it was of course lost behind the gag.
"You have nothing to say that I want to hear, for the time being," the voice said. "You've done enough talking to my employers over the past several months. We know the things you have to say, you've said them more than we stand to hear."
Suddenly, a tall thin man wearing a black trenchcoat and black leather gloves walked into her view. Daisy felt a shiver run down her spine.
"The pokemon league is often buried in a sea of red tape and paperwork, but when you push the right buttons you can get things done very, very quickly." He spread is arms to his sides slowly. "Daisy Waterflower, you have pushed the right buttons. Not an hour after your latest phone call concluded were they calling me in and telling me what needed to happen. I must say, your challenge is a new one. The league hasn't encountered a problem like you before. So the solution needs to be equally creative."
Daisy broke out into a cold sweat and started shivering. She knew that the pokemon league was upset, and knew they were a nine figure organization...but she didn't think they would ever do something like this.
"We don't really want to seriously hurt you. You are, after all, a tremendous asset to the league. But we can not tolerate your recent behavior." He slowly walked off to the right of Daisy's vision before disappearing. She tensed up as soon as she couldn't see him anymore, terrified of what would come next. "Fortunately, you provided us with an ideal solution on the phone today without knowing it."
To her mild relief, he re-appeared, pushing a three foot tall cabinet on wheels across the tiled floor. The mystery contents of the cabinet quickly restored fear.
"Ms. Waterflower, on the phone today, I believe you mentioned that you 'hated tickling'."
At this line, Daisy's eyes widened further. The mystery man opened the top of the mystery cabinet and reached down into it.
"I've been sent here to put that claim to the test." His hands re-emerged holding a series of small tubes. "Unconventional, but ultimately a very strong solution. He began to slip the devices onto the ends of his fingers, revealing each ended in a little metal sphere at the tip. Daisy started screaming into her gag and shaking back and forth, trying her best to shake her head as well but ultimately failing. He shrugged. "Come now, it was either this or sticking you in a coffin filled with tarantulas. Yes, we actually discussed that one. Surely this is better."
As Daisy kept shaking back and forth though, she wasn't so sure about that. She had countless memories of being tickled during the first nineteen years of her life, none of them pleasant. Her sisters, parents and other relatives could draw violent shrieks from her with a simple finger stroking across her bare feet, or a pinch on her tummy, or a quick rib squeeze. Sometimes an uncle would pick her up and torment her stomach and ribs until she earned her freedom by squirming and kicking away, howling the whole time. And of course, the handful of times a group of people coordinated enough to have her held down, it was absolutely terrible. Cruel fingers poking and prodding every possible spot, causing her to scream like a banshee and laugh like a maniac.
She would have liked to believe she had outgrown her extreme childhood ticklishness, but that wasn't true either. She had a boyfriend not even six months ago who possessed devilishly roaming fingers that took every opportunity to exploit her most sensitive spots, and she still couldn't handle it. As the man finished securing the strange devices to his fingers and held them up in front of her, she redoubled her efforts to shake free and scream through her gag. Slowly, he walked out of her field of vision, causing her to tense up again. Her position wasn't helping her state of mind either. She was a pretty flexible girl and didn't have a problem with her arched position, it was nothing she wasn't trained to handle, but she was very much aware that every single sensitive spot on her body was completely open and entirely helpless.
"Do you really believe that the pokemon league, an organization that is rapidly approaching billion dollar a year status, would invest in anything but the very best bondage equipment?" The man asked from behind her. She felt a knot in her stomach. He was right behind her. "You couldn't escape from that frame in a decade. Speaking of which...let's see, the time is 11:43 PM...we'll plan for a 6:00 AM finish, sound good to you?"
At this, Daisy tried to give another gutteral screech and bucked even harder, rotating back and forth on the frame so much she nearly managed to get her face pointed down at the ground. The man grabbed the frame and forced it back into a position so her knees were pointed down at the floor and her feet would be pointing right up at him, then pulled a lever on the right side of it to lock it into place. She tried shaking again, but this time couldn't budge it so much as a centimeter. Dread filling her body, she was well aware that both her massive soles were pointed upwards and she would be completely unable to protect them in any way from this man. Whimpering, she finally stopped struggling and clenched her eyes shut.
Nothing happened for several seconds, each of those seconds increasing the fear that racked Daisy's body and making her feel more and more ticklish. She scrunched her toes up and tried flexing her feet upward, figuring that was the best defense she could offer.
Sweat ran down her body and dripped off at her knees, falling to the floor and pooling on the tile. Her stomach kept tying more and more knots the longer nothing happened.
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