Looks like this cutie is in a bind! Here's lucario580 tightly bound to the best kind of chair ;3

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Blue’s Ticklish Experiment

Blue awoke with a low, rumbling groan, his eyelids parting reluctantly. A haze of grogginess settled over him. Everything felt so heavy to him like he could barely move. With a silent protest from his body, he lifted his head to peer around, however, his surroundings were a blur. He could however tell that wherever he was, was intrusively well-lit aching his sensitive yellow eyes. He did his best to avert his gaze from the light, allowing his eyes to adjust. He blinked, each long deliberate motion to break through his foggy vision. After a few minutes, the world around him began to sharpen back into focus.

He permitted his gaze to roam his space once more. The room exuded an unsettling sterility, its every surface drenched in a lifeless shade of light grey. Opposite him stood a stark, metallic silver door, its reflective surface a stark contrast to the muted environment. “Was this a laboratory or perhaps a cell?” The thought lingered on his mind but before he could answer, another unsettling sight met him. His feet locked within a pair of metallic stocks. “W-What!?” stammered Blue, a surge of panic pulsing through him. His futile attempts to free himself were met with resistance, his arms too were bound to a metallic frame at the bicep and wrist. As if to ensure his complete immobilization, another strap cut across his chest keeping him firmly against the backrest of the chair. Blue’s mind raced. How did he end up here? The last thing he could remember was going to the university to meet with a scientist. Could she be responsible? Taking measured breaths, he leaned on his years of training as a royal knight. Panic, he knew, would serve him no purpose here. It was time to assess, and evaluate the situation with a clear mind.
He closed his eyes, willing his memories to unravel, and found himself transported to a scene from the recent past. In his mind's eye, he sat at an expansive, ornate wooden desk within a lavishly furnished office. The room exuded an air of refined intellect, its shelves lined with volumes on forging, history, and weaponry, alongside a surprising assortment of 'For Dummies' books that puzzled Blue. Across the desk, sat a vixen clad in a crisp lab coat with goggles perched atop her head. She had cream colored fur and brown hair. She stirred at her coffee while her dual-colored eyes of fire red and shimmering gold looked over a piece of paper with Blue’s information on it. A deskplate proudly displayed the name “Dr. Blazeforge.” Taking a composed sip of coffee she began, in and airy tone “So,” She shifted her gaze to him. “You wish to partake in the X-Antibody program.” Blue couldn’t discern from her tone if this were a question or a statement.
He decided to respond, his voice a little stiff, “Yes, Dr. Blazeforge, I do.” She let out a light chuckle and playfully rolled her eyes. “Oh please, there’s no need for such formalities here, knight. I’m going to call you Blue and you can call me Olivia.” Blue blinked a few times in moderate surprise. “R-Right. Olivia, then.” He smirked, feeling a bit of relief being allowed to be at ease. Olivia’s grin widened. “That’s better. Now then, I’ve looked over your file and…..” she trailed off deliberately dramatically closing his folder with a soft thud. “You’re good.” Blue did a bit of a double take. “Wait what? Just like that?” Olivia crossed her arms giving a slightly exaggerated nod. “Mhm. Just like that. You’re a mega-level Digimon that wants to continue fighting by our side. What else is there to say?” A rush of excitement surged over Blue. “That’s great! When can we begin?” he said eagerly, his tail swishing. Olivia’s grin widened even more as she got up from her seat. “Right now.” She turned her back to him to rummage through a drawer behind her. “Though I will say the X-Antibody is still in its experimental phase and I will require you to undergo a few tests. Rest assured; you will be perfectly safe. At worst, the X-Antibody won’t bond to you.” Retrieving a vial from the drawer, she faced him once more. “Do you accept these terms?”
Blue's smile wavered, his mind faltering for a moment. The notion of being a guinea pig didn't sit well with him, yet his unwavering dedication to serve Yggdrasil and the Empire in the best manner possible warred with his reservations. Besides, Olivia Blazeforge wasn't known for being unreliable. On the contrary, as the empire's foremost scientist, her reputation preceded her. Shaking his head, Blue dispelled his doubts. He would go through with it; if he had to be Olivia's guinea pig, then so be it. Nodding resolutely, he replied, 'Very well, I accept.' Olivia's laughter bubbled forth mirthfully. 'Splendid!' Extending the vial to him, she revealed a dark green liquid within. 'Drink this. It's a potion that will prepare you for the X-Antibody integration process”
"Blue's mind jolted back to the present, realization crashing over him. 'Olivia, she... she drugged me! But why? Is this all part of her experiment?' He made another desperate attempt to break free, pulling at the restraints with all his might, yet they remained unyielding, indifferent to his struggles. 'Damn it!' he cursed; his frustration palpable as he grappled with the unrelenting bonds. Despite his efforts, he found no respite. Defeated, he ceased his frantic movements, allowing his body to slump in resignation, head back and eyes closed. 'I'm locked down tight.” He sighed. “Even my wings are bound. Does Olivia truly believe this is necessary?' Before he could find an answer to his own question, Blue gave a sudden start as the metallic door slid open with a distinct hiss.
In stepped a familiar figure, the vixen he recognized as Olivia. Her attire remained unchanged, the ever-pristine lab coat, a short skirt, high heels, and goggles perched atop her forehead, their lenses gleaming in the light of the room. Clutching a clipboard to her chest, she regarded him with a satisfied smirk. 'Ah, you're finally awake,' she remarked, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement, as she advanced further into the room. 'Excellent! We can now begin.' Despite the knowledge that she was responsible for his current predicament, Blue couldn't help but feel a surge of surprise and a tinge of anger. 'Olivia? What is the meaning of this!?' he barked, his nostrils flaring. Olivia's grin only broadened. 'My, my, aren't we a bit cranky?' she admonished ruefully. She strode over to the wall on Blue's right, the click of her heels echoing in the room, She pressed her hand against one of the tiles, which lit up in response. 'As I told you, I needed to run a few tests.' A section of the wall emitted a metallic hiss as it retracted beneath the floor, revealing a concealed storage space, though Blue couldn't discern its contents.
She fetched a medical stool and rolled it next to the terminal attached to Blue's chair. Then, she retrieved a cart containing an assortment of brushes and positioned it near Blue's left foot. Blue's throat tightened as a sense of dread consumed him. He was all too familiar with the purpose of those brushes. In a way, the moment he saw his feet locked in the stocks, he knew what lay ahead of him. Olivia settled into the seat at the terminal, her fingers swiftly navigating the keys. 'Comfortable, I hope?' she inquired, stealing a quick glance in his direction. Reluctant to admit it, Blue found the chair surprisingly comfortable, despite his constrained position. 'Well, I-' he began. 'Good,' she interjected, cutting him off. 'Because we have quite a bit of work ahead of us.' With a final stroke of the keys, Blue heard and felt a distinct pop emanating from his chair. The machine hummed to life, emitting a series of whirring noises as it booted up. Blue's sense of tension heightened. Just what capabilities did this chair possess?
Olivia nodded to herself, satisfied, as she regarded her clipboard and jotted down a couple of notes before returning her focus to Blue. 'Right then, time to go over everything with you” she declared emphatically. 'You'll be happy to know that the X-Antibody is now within your system. It was contained within that potion you drank.' Blue's surprise was palpable, his expression giving away his astonishment. 'Wait, really? Then why am I being restrained?' he demanded. Olivia let out a musical laugh. 'Well... about that. The X-Antibody is within your system, but it hasn't bonded with you yet. A pity, really. I was hoping to avoid this,' she lamented with a glimmer of disappointment. 'Avoid what?' Blue questioned, exasperation seeping into his tone. Olivia adjusted her goggles before explaining, 'I've postulated that in cases like this, where the X-Antibody lingers but doesn't bond, can be encouraged to do so with the help of...' She paused, searching for the right phrasing. 'Let's call it extreme external stimuli.'
"W-What!?" stammered Blue, his apprehension evident in his voice. He really did not like the sound of that. 'Therefore...' she continued, as if not hearing his concern. Sliding herself in front of Blue's feet, she elucidated, 'We arrive here. Your body has been coated with a compound that will intensify the sensations of your nerves. So if I do this...' With deliberate slowness, she trailed her finger down the length of his foot. Blue's body tensed, his jaw clenching as he resisted the urge to laugh, but the sensation was so overwhelming that he couldn't help himself. “Hmhmhmhm!”
‘Or if I do this,’ she teased, before repeating the action, this time with greater speed. Blue shrieked with laughter, all fight within him gone. He thrashed as much as he could against his unyielding bonds, but the gesture was as futile as before. After what felt like endless minutes to him, she finally ceased her ministrations. Blue let out a few exasperated breaths. That was intense, and he could tell she was barely even trying. ‘Is this really necessary?’ he managed between breaths. She beamed at him, her dual-colored eyes alight. ‘Oho, yes it is. As they say, laughter is the best medicine,’ she mused. ‘And speaking of medicine, that compound sure is something, isn’t it? It'll be very useful in our tests,’ she added while retrieving a couple of the brushes. “You don’t say.” Said Blue with a note of derision. “Oh don’t be like that.” Said Olivia giving a mock whine. “You should relax and perhaps, who knows, you’ll probably even find this fun.” Blue clicked his tongue, averting his eyes from her. He would never admit it to her but he did enjoy being tickled.
Olivia gave a triumphant chuckle as she slotted the brushes into fixtures on Blue’s stocks. Blue stifled laughter whenever they stroked his feet, whether accidentally or otherwise. Once she fitted the last one in, she clapped her hands together and announced, "And with that, I think we're ready to begin!" Blue felt a wave trepidation come over him as she slid herself back over to the terminal. She began stroking the keys once again. “So a few things to note.” She said keeping her focus on the terminal. “The tickling will get more intense as time goes on. The compound you’re covered in won’t allow you to adapt or “get used” to the sensations. Furthermore, the lights within this room are preventing you from using your fire breath.” Blue winced to himself. A few thoughts crept into his mind. First, he had to reluctantly give her credit. She absolutely guaranteed that there was no escape. The second thing on his mind was something she had said earlier, "In cases like these." How many others have gone through this? How many "guinea pigs" did it take for Olivia to reach her conclusion?
Olivia snapped her fingers, jolting Blue out of his wandering thoughts. "Oh, right! One more thing!" she exclaimed. "During the last minute of each hour-long cycle, the tickling machines will throttle themselves back, giving you a short break to catch your breath or attend to any other needs not that you’d have many. But the moment that minute is up, they'll ramp back up again. So..." She trailed off, snapping a pair of finger guns at him. "Enjoy 'em while you got 'em."
Blue found himself drenched in a cold sweat at her words. "Hour-long cycles? How long am I going to have to endure this tickling?" he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension. Olivia closed her eyes, her fingers absently tracing her chin as she deliberated. "To ensure a secure bonding between your code and the X-Antibody, I'd estimate about..." Her eyes met his, a wry smile dancing on her lips. "A month. Just to be safe." A wave of disbelief and panic surged through Blue. "A month!?" he exclaimed, his mind racing, his training out the window. Olivia's narrowed gaze bore into him, her arms folded across her chest. "That's what I said," she responded, her tone resolute. Blue's mind whirled, grappling with the implications of her words. This wasn't what he signed up for. He strained against his restraints once more, hoping for a miraculous breakthrough, but to no avail. She had him and he knew it. “Blue.” called Olivia in a tone of one beginning to lose patience. A nervous laugh escaped him as he attempted to reason with her, "Hey, listen, we... we don't have to do this, you know."
“Oi Blue!” snapped Olivia forcing him back to attention with a light gasp from him. “What did I say about relaxing?” Blue opened his mouth to respond but she cut across him. “You’re a mega-level Digimon and a member of the Royal Knights. You’ve faced far worse than this. Besides didn’t you tell me you wanted to serve Yggdrasil and the Empire the best way you could?” She spread her arms gesturing to the room. “Well, here you are. Are you a knight or aren’t you?”
Blue could only sputter in response, cursing inwardly at how adept she was at manipulating his pride and sense of duty. Though she was right, he knew. He clicked his tongue, admonishing himself for almost succumbing to her mind games. He could endure this, even if it would be nearly unbearable. He consciously relaxed in his restraints, bowing his head slightly, taking a few deep breaths. “Y-Yes, of course. You’re right, Olivia,” he admitted, lifting his head to meet her gaze, his expression displaying a resolute determination. "I'll do it," he affirmed with unwavering resolve. She smiled at him, a wry glint in her eye “I’m glad to hear it because we’ve already passed the point of no return,” she mused, her voice taking on an almost sing-song quality. Blue's eyes widened in disbelief. “Wait, what?”. She crossed her arms, her gaze shifting upward. “Yeah………I may have already started the countdown. You have about 5 minutes,” she announced matter-of-factly, her tone devoid of any hint of jest.
Blue's jaw dropped as he watched her go about her tasks with an air of nonchalance. She placed the stool and the cart back into the storage space, allowing the section of the wall to rise back up. Turning to face him, she waved her hand dismissively. “And with that, I bid you farewell, though I won’t truly be gone. I’ll be monitoring you from the room next door.” As she spoke, a mechanical whir sounded, and a sizable section of the wall on Blue's left retracted into the ceiling, revealing what Blue recognized, what could only be a two-way mirror. Dread settled in the pit of his stomach as he realized the full extent of her surveillance. “And remember, let yourself have fun. It’ll be much easier on you if you do.” She turned on her heels and strode for the door, her steps echoing in the chamber. “W-Wait!!” called out Blue, desperation lacing his voice. “Can’t I at least see the timer!?” The metallic silver door hissed open for her as she stood in the doorway, the light from the corridor casting her figure in shadow. She turned, giving him one last look with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “What would be the fun in that?” Her words sent a shiver down Blue's spine. “B-But I-“ Before he could get another word in, however, she interrupted him by saying, “Toodles” in a sing-song voice, her tone filled with a chilling amusement. And with that, she crossed the remaining distance out of the room as the door closed behind her with a metallic hiss
“Oh, shit…” he muttered under his breath, the gravity of the situation fully sinking in as he slumped in his restraints. He glanced over at the mirror, catching sight of his own helpless, trapped reflection staring back at him. Unable to bear the sight, he averted his gaze, leaning his head back and taking deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself for what lay ahead. Attempting to maintain a mental count, he found his thoughts scattered, his focus slipping with each passing moment. The anticipation dragged out the length of each minute. His muscles coiled in expectation, every nerve on edge, as the minutes stretched on like an eternity. Then, in an instant, the air was pierced by the whirring of the brushes, their soft bristles coming to life in a devious choreography that sent jolts of sensation through Blue's restrained form. He stifled his laughter as long as he could, clenching his teeth and trying to fight off the waves of ticklish sensation that surged through his body. But it was a losing battle; the relentless brushes continued their slow, almost teasing dance across his feet, keeping him in a state of torturous amusement that he couldn't escape.
The brushes upped their speed by one notch, their bristles now tracing over his sensitive feet with a heightened intensity. It was all it took to break Blue's resolve, and he burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggling. His attempts to suppress the laughter were futile, each stroke of the brushes pushing him further into a helpless state of amusement. He remained the like for the remainder of his first of many hour-long rotations. The brushes slowed to a crawl. His first "break" had now started, but he understood it was only temporary. In less than a minute, he would find himself right back where he had started, the relentless sensation of tickling torment ready to engulf him once more. His mind was racing a mile a minute, thoughts and emotions tumbling over each other in a chaotic whirl. Olivia wasn’t kidding when she told him about the potency of the compound that coated his body, and the fact that it wouldn’t let him get accustomed to the sensations. It left him utterly defenseless. He knew this would be a factor when the machines ramp up in intensity.

However, amidst the dread, another emotion began to creep in: excitement. Despite his predicament, there was an undeniable thrill in this unique experience. It was as if, against his better judgment, a part of him was looking forward to what lay ahead. The brushes whirred back to life, moving faster than before, their bristles skittering across his sensitive feet. Blue's minute of reprieve had come to an end, and with it, his laughter intensified. He shook his head from side to side in a futile attempt to ward off the relentless brushes, but they persisted in their devious machinations, unyielding in their relentless assault.
For countless hours, the relentless cycle continued. Blue found himself almost getting a sense of the chair's programming for each torturous cycle. Step 1: Start the hour by tickling at a slightly higher intensity than the last session. Step 2: Maintain the victim at the same intensity before ramping it up even further. Step 3: Allow one minute of respite, then rinse and repeat. Blue had his head leaned back, eyes squeezed shut in the midst of a complete laughing fit when he felt a sudden jolt from his restraints. Opening one eye, he saw a pair of metallic arms unfolding themselves from either end of the frame of his stocks. At the end of each arm was a metallic, three-fingered hand that immediately went to assault his feet. Blue's hysterics almost doubled as the mechanical hands joined forces with the brushes, delivering an even more intense sensation that left him gasping for breath between fits of uncontrollable laughter. His entire body writhed against the restraints as the hands added a new layer of torment to the already overwhelming assault. “W-What!?” He cried out helplessly.
After some time, he felt the machines throttle back, allowing him another brief respite of one minute. The feathers and fingers tormenting his feet slowed but never stopped, forcing Blue to lightly giggle to himself. He slumped in his chair, his mind racing like it did during every short break. "So, there are additional appendages hidden within the chair.” He thought. He gulped as his mind whirred on the implications of the new mechanisms he had just experienced and any new mechanisms he was likely to encounter. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined an array of brushes and hands assaulting the rest of his body. He had a sneaking suspicion it was likely going to come to that. Despite his apprehensions, he bit his lip as he almost shamefully felt a rush of excitement building in the pit of his stomach. He hated the idea of it, but he found that, against his will, he was oddly enjoying himself despite the peculiar circumstances. However, before he could delve any further into the conflicting thoughts that swirled in his mind, the machines abruptly whirred back to life, resuming their relentless assault on his senses and restarting the relentless cycle once again.
Many more cycles did indeed come and go each more intense than the last. The relentless assault had blurred Blue's sense of time, leaving him disoriented and unable to grasp how long he had been enduring this ordeal. If he had to hazard a guess, it must have been at least a couple of days by now, although he had no real way of knowing. He was roughly about halfway through his current cycle when it happened again: a jolt from his chair. Another pair of metallic hands unfolded themselves, this time from within the backrest of his seat. They sprang to life and immediately began tickling his sides, causing Blue's eyes to shoot open in shock at the new wave of sensations. He thrashed about in his restraints, his laughter mixing with desperate gasps as he tried, in vain, to evade the relentless mechanical assault. His enhanced laughter echoed throughout the room, reverberating off the walls. Blue's body convulsed with the onslaught of sensations, the overwhelming intensity of the experience threatening to overwhelm him. Despite the ordeal, he knew there was much more in store for him, and the thought only deepened his senses of dread, resolve, and excitement.
A couple more days of relentless, ticklish torment had now passed. The screen on the chair's terminal displayed the ominous message, "3W 4D 12H," marking the time that remained. However, Blue was unable to see the screen, nor was it on his mind anymore. The only things that occupied his thoughts were the relentless sensations that threatened to overwhelm him at any given moment and his unwavering determination to endure and overcome this grueling trial. No new appendages had assaulted him yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time. He could only guess where they would strike next.
Almost right on cue, Blue felt a sudden sense of dread as he sensed an all-too-familiar jolt. A pair of metallic hands extended themselves from the back of his chair. Blue shifted his head from side to side, his eyes locked on the mechanical appendages as they snaked around and slowly approached his armpits. He mentally prepared himself for the impending ticklish assault. Despite this preparation, he couldn't help but instinctively try to pull himself away from the approaching mechanical hands, but his restraints held him firmly in place. As the mechanical hands started tickling his armpits, Blue practically jumped in his seat. Well, as much as his restrained form would allow him to. The overwhelming sensations in this new, sensitive area sent jolts of laughter coursing through him, and his previous laughter intensified.
The relentless assault of hands and brushes targeting Blue's feet, sides, and armpits seemed to stretch on endlessly, lasting for days. The machines gradually slowed their relentless pace, providing Blue with his allotted break. He panted and attempted to catch his breath between giggles, though even the brief respites were beginning to feel just as intense. The timer on the chair's terminal now displayed "3W, 0D, 0H," marking the three weeks that he had yet to endure. Blue mentally braced himself for the next inevitable onslaught when suddenly, he heard a dial tone emanating from an unknown source. He glanced around, trying to pinpoint the origin of the noise, but found himself unable to do so. "Good morning, Blue," called out a voice that was strangely familiar, startling him. "I trust you've been enjoying yourself," the voice added in an amused tone. Blue squinted at the two-way mirror, attempting to see through it and locate the speaker. "O-Olivia?" he asked, his words punctuated by giggles and laughter.
The pane of glass seamlessly transitioned itself from a two-way mirror into a clear window, granting Blue a direct view of Olivia standing on the other side. As he peered into her room, he noted the numerous monitors lining the walls, displaying an array of information related to himself: his vitals, brainwave activity, and various other details he couldn't quite decipher. However, he did catch Olivia enthusiastically waving at him, and her sing-song voice rang through the speaker. "Hi," she greeted with a playful tone, her image clearly visible through the window as she maintained eye contact with him. “W-What are you doing here?” he stammered between giggles. "I'm here to check up on you, silly! After all, you’ve been at this for a week now." Olivia replied with a light laugh. However, her tone shifted to a more professional one as she continued, "I wanted to go over some details with you, so I'm giving you a longer than usual break." She maintained her gaze through the window, studying Blue's reactions closely.
Relief washed over Blue as he realized he would be granted a few extra minutes to collect himself. "Right then," Olivia began, her voice clear and purposeful. "You'll be happy to know that the bond between you and the X-Antibody is going rather smoothly. It hasn't fully bonded yet, but it's all but certain at this point." Her words were tinged with a sense of pride at their progress. “D-Does that mean we can end this session?" Blue asked, his voice laced with hopefulness. Olivia couldn't help but laugh at his question. "Oh, no, there's plenty of work ahead of us," she replied with a mischievous smile. "When I said a month, I did mean a month." Blue's shoulders slumped at her words, the weight of his predicament settling over him once more.
You should take pride! You've done excellently so far!" She commended. Blue took a moment to absorb Olivia's praise, her words providing a glimmer of encouragement in the midst of his ordeal. "That said, you're probably wondering what else I have in store for you." Blue listened intently. Olivia's mischievous smile made a return. "I don't want to ruin any of the surprises, but I think you'll love them." She exclaimed in a playful tone. Blue couldn't help but let out an exasperated groan, the combination of anticipation and dread leaving him feeling both anxious and curious about what she had planned.
She glanced down at her watch, a faint frown tugging at her lips. "Well, this has been a pleasant conversation, but I have got to go." Blue couldn't contain his surprise at the abrupt end to their conversation. "You're leaving already!?" he exclaimed, a note of disappointment in his voice. "You know how it is. I've got things to forge, boring meetings to attend, the likes," she explained, her tone slightly annoyed. "Believe me, I'd rather be here. Watching you getting tickled has been rather amusing." Olivia's mischievous grin returned, and Blue couldn't help but roll his eyes in response, a mix of irritation and amusement playing across his features.
A faint hint of surprise crossed Olivia's face as she snapped her fingers, as if she had just remembered something important. "Oh, but I suppose I will leave you with one spoiler," she teased, a sly smile curling at the corners of her lips. Blue, his body still recovering from the previous tickling, braced himself for her revelation. "This next cycle's going to be another game changer," she declared, her dual-colored eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. Blue felt himself tense up, and a shudder ran through his body as he contemplated what new form of ticklish torment awaited him. "Oh, joy," he muttered sarcasticallt.
Olivia chuckled softly, the mischievous twinkle still present in her eyes. "I'm sure you'll find it just as enjoyable as the rest of it," she remarked, her voice laced with amusement. "Your next cycle will begin in," she glanced at her watch, "five minutes' time. Enjoy your break." She gathered a few personal effects, her attention briefly shifting away from Blue. After a moment, she turned back to him, a playful grin on her face. "And with that," she waved her hand casually, "Auf Wiedersehen. I'll come visit you again at the end of next week." With that, she turned and walked out of his line of sight, the pane of glass transitioning back into a two way mirror.
Blue felt a tinge of regret as he watched Olivia leave, a part of him wishing for more time with her company, despite the circumstances. However, the reality of his situation quickly reasserted itself, and he realized there wasn't much time to dwell on his emotions. He braced himself for the next round of ticklish torment, knowing that he would have to summon all his strength and endurance to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
After what felt like an eternity, the brushes at his feet started up again, instantly sending him into fits of hysterical laughter. However, something seemed off this time. The hands that had been tickling him moments ago suddenly retracted, and Blue summoned enough strength to keep his eyes open and watch what was happening. To his horror, he saw each fingertip shift downward, revealing circular brushes concealed within. Blue gasped in surprise amidst his fits of laughter. The brushes within the mechanical hands whirred to life, and Blue's laughter took on a desperate edge as he realized the new instruments of torment slowly approaching him. “W-Wait!!” Blue screeched, pulling at his restraints in a futile attempt to escape the impending ticklish onslaught. His pleas fell on deaf ears as the new array of brushes descended upon him, attacking his feet, sides, and armpits simultaneously. The sensation was overwhelming, and Blue was reduced to uncontrolled laughter, his entire body writhing and shaking as he squirmed in his bonds, thoroughly at the mercy of Olivia's torturous devices.
As the cycle came to an end, Blue's laughter gradually subsided, and he found himself panting as he tried to regain his composure. Despite the overwhelming sensations he'd just endured, a genuine chuckle escaped his lips, one that wasn't coerced by the machines. Olivia was right, he couldn't deny that he found the challenge fun in its own bizarre way. Taking a moment to collect himself, he acknowledged the strange sense of exhilaration this ordeal brought him. Yet, he knew that he needed to maintain a serious resolve. Three more weeks of this awaited him. While he could find some enjoyment in the challenge, he was determined not to let the tickling defeat him. He reaffirmed his commitment to bonding with the X-Antibody, regardless of the challenges ahead. He would endure. He had to.