You instantly recognize the layout and configuration of this station. You sit in the chair and the cuffs on your arm rests snap onto your wrists. The ones on your footrest follow suit and snap onto your ankles as the foot rest elevates, pops off your flip flops and your bare feet are placed in a hole in your desk. Your arm wrests force your arms up over your head, stretching out your armpits and upper torso as your thin tank top is pulled up above your ribs and your bra is removed.
You try to hold back a grin as you expertly manipulate the control panel on your right arm rest and re calibrate the tickle tools to hover inches away from any of your bare spots. Close enough to look like they're tickling you but far enough to where they won't actually touch you.
The session begins and you see a plethora of tickle tools emerge from your seat and desk.
Two stiff feathers go for your neck, 2 for your armpits, massage wands go for your ribs, sides and abs while a stiff feather would be swirling in your navel, two stiff feathers go for your nipples, a massage want goes for your "womanhood", you sense feathers behind your knees and you're sure there are a multitude of little massage wands and feathers that would be tormenting every inch of your bare feet.
You swallow nervously. If you hadn't known how to reprogram this machine there's no way you'd be able to stand this absolutely insane torture.
The machine starts and you feign laughter to match the other citizens. With the Officers convinced that you're in ticklish agony, you easily hack into the mainframe and in no time you're searching around looking for intel on The Brute.
You found it.
He is a genetically engineered creature with 4 arms. He was meant to be the ultimate weapon in The Dominion't war of tickle domination, but he came with a major flaw.
Although 4 arms means that he can restrain an opponent's arms and legs and tickle them silly at the same time, it also means 4 armpits which is a major disadvantage if his arms ever got tied up.
The top dominion brass didn't trust him to be able to withstand a torture session if all 4 of his pits were laid into at once and so the man who was to be the undersecretary of the entire dominion army was relegated to a minor role, with very little inside information given to him for fear that he would crack under torture.
The Brute has resented his higher ups for years because of this.
You note down this information while giggling and writhing under the tickle torture on your sides, but you got what you came for, and after an agonizingly long torture session it finally ends.
You blend in with the rest of the citizens as you make your way out of the building and onto your target, The Brute!
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