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Are you ready to talk?
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I decided to check out that new Megamind show they released just out of curiosity and watched a random episode, to find out that there is a full on TK scene on ep 7 around 16 minutes into it and it caught me so off guard XD.
It lasts for more than 10 seconds, it’s with Megamind AND Roxane and got me so flustered 😫. You can’t just randomly drop that and move on, Dreamworks.
Hi!
You weren’t kidding. You don’t see long scenes like this anymore lol thanks for sharing and I hope people enjoy!
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How to interrogate a murder drone (MD tickle fic)
Warnings: Tickling (like, seriously extreme), feet, bondage, light swearing.
It didn't take long for N to notice that Uzi was missing. V had assured him that she was probably fine, but he had his doubts. After all, V had hated Uzi for quite some time now. As the days continued to pass with no signs of Uzi, N grew more and more suspicious. It didn't help that he heard strange noises at night. So quiet he was barely able to perceive them. It almost sounded like... laughter? Extremely muffled laughter, but laughter none the less. Once more, it almost sounded like Uzi's laughter. But, he assumed that it was just his concern getting to him. Of course it was. What else could it be?
Uzi remembered the night vividly. Her, N, and V had been using magnets like some idiot drones. Having the least tolerance out of all of them, Uzi had passed out, with N soon to follow, leaving only V awake and alone with her high-ass thoughts. Bad idea. The next thing Uzi knew, she was tied down to a chair in a room she didn't even know existed, mummified, gagged with both V's and her own socks, and completely helpless Her feet were locked in a sturdy pair of stocks, and her toes even tied back tightly. She could barely squirm at all with how tight the restraints were. Not tight enough to hurt, but not loose enough to allow much of any movement. The room was soundproofed, so no amount of yelling would get the attention of anyone outside of it. Ever since then, V would enter the room every night to punish Uzi for taking N from her. She would start by giving her oil, pouring it onto the socks, and making Uzi suck it out, along with the sweat that still soaked them. After that, it was different every day, but it was always torture. Sometimes, V would place her own sweaty feet on Uzi's face, reveling in her humiliation, dragging the tip of her tail lightly up and down Uzi's soles all the while. Other times, she overwhelmed her victim with too many tools to count all at once, gazing mercilessly at her desperate, pleading eyes, sometimes slipping her unbelievably tickly tongue in between Uzi's immobile toes. Sometimes, she wouldn't even do that. Sometimes, she would just stand there, building up the anticipation to unbearable levels. Regardless, it would end the same way it began, with Uzi desperately sucking oil out of socks that were still somehow sweaty. Yet, unbeknownst to both of them, Uzi's torment wouldn't last for too much longer...
N knew that V was hiding something. It had been weeks now with absolutely no sign of Uzi. V still assured him that she was probably fine, but it didn't help. How could he possibly trust her? He couldn't. All of this culminated into N, eventually confronting V. "I know you have something to do with Uzi..." He said bluntly, not trying to be his usual self. V looked at him, confused. A hint of worry on her face was all the proof N needed. "Where is she?"
...
After a brief but intense scuffle, N had managed to get V pinned down. He tangled his tail with hers before using both of them to pin V's arms above her head. He had gotten V to admit that Uzi was safe, but now he had to find out where she was. He didn't want to hurt V, but what else could he do? That's when an idea crossed his mind. For as long as he could remember, V had tickled him regularly. Whenever they got into tickle fights, N would always end up pinned down and helpless before he ever had a chance to get V back. But now, N was the one in control. And he didn't hate it. He skittered his claws down V's sides, smirking as she began to laugh. "All you have to do is tell me, and I'll stop," he said, continuing her torment with a strange glee. "Fuhuhuhuhuhuck ohohohohohohoff!!!" V yelled in response, prompting N to replace one of his claws with a feather duster. Over the course of several hours, he brushed, dusted, and scribbled on all of V's worst spots. All of them, except for one. N untangled his tail from V's, leaving her arms still tied above her head with it. N dragged claws and feathers and the tip of his tail up and down V's soles, only occasionally reaching her toes. N wanted answers, but he didn't want to be too cruel.
After what felt like hours, V finally gave up, promising to show N where Uzi was if he just stopped. He complied, helping V get her hands untied from her tail. V dragged her tail down N's side discretely, earning an adorable, supprised giggle from him. The two walked to the secret room. As soon as they opened it, N saw where Uzi had been all this time. Trapped in here, with no one but the sadistic drone V to keep her company. What he failed to notice was the other chair next to the one Uzi was in, seemingly identical. He also failed to notice V pull out an emp.
...
Now, V was satisfied. Both N and Uzi are completely trapped and helpless. They were both tied in the same way, of course. Each of them was gagged with one of V's socks and one of their own. "Ha! Poetic," V had said about it. "Now, you two can suffer together until I decide you've had enough!" N was significantly more ticklish than Uzi, having been screwed over by Tessa long before he became a murder drone. Of course, this didn't exactly help him out now. This was simply N and Uzi's lives for the next few weeks. Constant tickle torture every single night. All night. And deep down, they loved it.
V knew she would have to let them go eventually. As fun as it was, she couldn't keep them alive like this forever. So, after almost three weeks, she released them. They were both far too tired to retaliate at first. It was only after the first day that they decided to take revenge. But V flew away too fast to catch. They looked at each other with determination. They were going to get V back, but they needed to rest up first. And besides, they both knew that they had at least somewhat enjoyed the ordeal. It was rather obvious. As the two plotted their revenge, V watched them, both scared and excited to see what they'd come up with.
The end.
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Tickling Interrogation:
When you're interrogating her to tell the truth about some information you found out about her but all she is telling you are ALL lies...
So the ONLY way to get the truth out of her is to ticke her feet.
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Brat taming.
It’s what i do. :)
Oh! For those who have asked - no, i dont only work with pros.
I’ve had great success with lifestylers/community members, and i appreciate every one of you !
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Interrogation tickles are so much fun.
It's like, I'll tickle you as long as you resist, to the point where it's driving you insane and you'd do anything for it to stop, but you're also enjoying yourself and then I tickle you more??
It's win-win, and that power play of teasing each and every spot in each and every way until you're broken and begging to talk is just... mmm...
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Being tickled for information, but they tickle you in just about every way you’d enjoy.
You blush each time they trace their fingers up your legs, up your thighs before pouncing and kneading right into your ribs.
They whisper threats into your ear, trying to sound intimidating, giving you chills along with the knowledge that they’ll stop at nothing to get that information out of you. However, all that voice of hushed venom achieves is your internalized melting and squeaky giggles from their voice vibrating into your ear and neck. This is also because it gave you all you needed to know about what they’ll do to you next and the thought of it fills your tummy with butterflies that on their own tickle soooo badly…
Unrelenting hairbrushes attacking your stocked up feet only ensuring you don’t let out any noise other than laughter. Even if you wanted to fess up, it tickles too badly for you to even begin to try. That’s for giving them false information and misleading answers just because you wanted to get a rise out of them.
What they sooner or later piece together is that what will get you to talk is them threatening to stop… 🪶
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Jose has been challenged to do the word game: guess all the words that are written on his soles. And, if he doesn't guess, it's the hairbrush for him. Do you think he won?
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It's quite simple, ladies. Tell me the code, or I switch them on, and tickle the soles of your feet until your minds are scrambled enough to reconsider my offer.
Very well. Let's begin. Oh, by the way...
I would seriously recommend being the first one to talk.
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"Next, your armpits"
Love a good tickle interrogation
Source: https://www.viz.com/shonenjump/mission-yozakura-family-chapter-203/chapter/40947?action=read
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Interrogation tickles until you admit you love being tickled
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Day 17: Interrogation
Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb
[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]
A/N: [continuation of day 10] Beau is determined to get Caleb to sing like a bird, even though she already knows the song.
[ao3 link]
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“Ah, wait, Beauregard, there’s no need for—”
“Shut up, ya little shit. I know this was you. It has been for weeks now.” Her glare morphed swiftly into a smirk. “And I know just how to get you to fess up.”
“Wait—” Caleb stammered as he backed up toward her bed, cheeks lit up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about— please.”
“Wanna talk now, make it a little easier on yourself?”
Caleb was stubborn, they both knew it. Beau stared at him for a few long seconds, waiting.
He stayed silent.
Then, she shrugged, still smiling. “No, of course not. I figured. Don’t worry, they all talk eventually.”
She cracked her knuckles, the sound causing Caleb’s eyes to flick down to her hands. He swallowed, his legs meeting the foot of her bed. Shit.
“Now then.”
“Wait- please, I—” Caleb implored her, eyes wide. “I didn’t even do anything!”
“Bullshit.” She pushed him gently but firm onto the bed. He stared up at her like a caught rabbit, heart hammering in his chest. She almost felt bad for everything she was about to put him through. Almost.
It was easier than breathing to maneuver the wet mop of a wizard around on the mattress. She straddled his waist, crushing both hands to his sides with her thighs. Caleb put up a good show of squirming, but it wasn’t what anyone could truly call a fight. Beau loomed over him, her fuming annoyance from earlier already melting away easily to play. But, she had to keep up the charade.
And besides, she was curious to know how this tickle magic shit worked.
Caleb scrunched up under her, wincing as hands drew nearer. He bit his lip, shaking his head.
“Telllllll me. Or this is gonna get a lot woo-oorse.” Beau explained in a sing-song tease that seemed to derive from the mouth of a tiefling.
Caleb shut his eyes as he flinched hard just as Beauregard’s fingers touched down on his stomach, unmoving but steady. He took a shaky breath, making a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.
“What, you’ve moved on from denial to the silent treatment? We’ll see how long that lasts.” Beau snickered. “Let’s get you talkin’.”
Deadly, accurate, precise, and fast — so fucking fast. Beau’s damned fingers scribbled wild patterns and shapes lightly all over Caleb’s midriff. They traced along his belly and wiggled into the negligible space his sides and his arms. They prodded a few times at his lowest ribs and poked at his hips. Caleb wheezed, barely holding in a shout. He couldn’t help but snicker madly into his shoulder where he tried his best to hide. She started tickling quicker, pinching here and there too. Soon Caleb lost his battle and the room lit up with his laughter.
Beau laughed along triumphantly. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Maybe I need to go up a little higher?” She poked along his short ribs and he squealed.
“Nohohoho!” Caleb protested through frantic laughter. “Beahahaahau! Don’t- dohohohon’t!”
“Such a way with words. Care to tell me more about what you were up to in the store, then?”
“Neihihihin, plehease!”
“Well now. You’re just begging me to go for the ribs, then, you know.”
“Nohohohoho!”
“Yeeeeees!” Beau teased right back. She began the crawl, moving up from his lowest ribs slow and deliberate.
Caleb buckled, his legs kicking out as his head shook in protest. Not fucking there. “Wahahahait! Bitte, dohohon’t! PleheasEE NOHOHO—” He pulled his elbows in as closely as he could for protection.
Beau grunted in frustration, and through his cackling Caleb picked up her saying. “—stupid lanky arms in the way.”
A welcome respite came not a moment later when Beau took her hands away, and then she lifted her weight off of him. Caleb heaved a few breaths, unsure if it was over. When Beau looked back at him, though, and tugged one arm out before resecuring him in place, he knew it wasn’t.
“Wait, Beau no! Don’t!” Caleb cried, wiggling his arm frantically in an attempt to pull free of her iron grip.
Beau ignored him, moving his arm up and pinning it over his head with ease. Caleb practically whimpered under her, eyes big and scared like a lost puppy. “Look, man, you know what I wanna know. You don’t have to put yourself through all this.” Beau insisted. She wiggled her fingers toward his armpit to make him jump.
Caleb was the one to grunt frustratedly this time. He knew there was an out. And he knew Beau was as stubborn as he was. This was only going to end one way. Yet here he was, thinking instead of talking.
“Alright, you were warned.” Beau smirked and instead of returning to the crawl up his side and ribs, she started up at his wrist and marched her fingers down his arm. She already had him squirming by the elbow. He was trying to twist and wriggle away inches before she made it to his armpit. Caleb howled with laughter and frantic giggles as she scribbled in place for a while until he went from red to pink. Going for the kill, Beau tickled a bit lower, pinching and scratching at his ribs with nimble fingers.
Caleb was shouting with laughter, his voice wheezing and hoarse. His eyes welled up with tears that splashed in tiny pitters from the edges of his lashes. He couldn’t fight her off. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t take that fucking spot. Why did he have to be so damn sensitive on top of being so damn weak? Caleb tried to say something when Beau started digging her knuckles in to the tops of his ribs and Caleb shrieked.
A few moments longer, and Beau stopped, watching him catch his breath with an expectant look in her eye. Eventually, she prompted him, “well?”
“I- I, well, first of all, I hate you.” Caleb laughed shakily.
Beau made a grab for his rib cage again and Caleb yelped.
“Fine! Fine, ja, it was me. I’m sorry!” Caleb’s tickled-out grin added a comical look of insincerity to the apology.
“I told you, I know it was.” Beau huffed. “I wanna know how you did it.”
“It’s- it’s a spell.” Caleb explained, still giggling through his words. “Nothing of my own making, a relatively common spell — Unseen Servant. It can be used for lots of things, tasks, and whatever you ask really.”
“So it’s not a tickle spell?”
Caleb laughed at that, blushing more. “No, no that is simply one of many uses.”
“….Can Jester learn it, do you think?”
Caleb and Beau stared at one another, a look of worry on their faces before bursting into laughter.
“Alright. Well. I’m not gonna tell everyone yet.” Beau narrowed her eyes. “You gotta help me get Yasha with it though.” She winked.
Caleb nodded, and finally his hand was released.
Beau slide off to the side of him and patted his cheek, letting his noodle arms flail weakly back to cover his sides and wipe away the residual tingles of sensation.
He flinched when she moved to try to help him sit up, and she laughed. “Relax, I’m done.” She nudged him. “For now.”
Caleb crumpled in on himself in relief, a tiny sound slipping from him involuntarily that made Beau laugh even harder.
“Bold move, provoking us like that.. Secret’s safe with me for now but I’m not helping you whenever someone else figures it out. You’re gonna get yourself into trouble if you keep using it to set people after Fjord.” Beau raised her eyebrows with a smirk. “And when Jester figures it out.”
Caleb swallowed nervously. “Well, as I said it’s, it’s not just a spell for… that. It can be used for all sorts of tasks. I think I should stick to those for a while.” He continued, answering a few questions Beau posed on the parameters of the magic.
“Sounds like a cool utility spell — I’m impressed.” She punched his shoulder as lightly as she could manage. He still flinched. “Why’d you even think to use it on us like that though? Had to know we’d figure it out eventually.”
“Perhaps I- perhaps I just wanted a chance to participate in your shenanigans without being constantly victimized.”
“Mmmm, and how’s that working out for you, buddy?”
Caleb laughed, letting his head lull back against the floor. “Ja…not so great.”
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As a matter of fantasy, let's say you'd get to design your own tickle hell that you'd get to stay for a day. What kind of element would you want there?
Oh let's think about this
First of all I'd want a handsome, sexy incubus or incubi to torture me and feed off of my arousal and laughter. The type of person that would bully me and mess with my head relentlessly!
Than I guess I'd want the ability (or the curse) to not being able to die, and never feel hungry or thisty. It's a hell afterall, it should be a forever torment
I'd want to be restained in every position possible, the most exposing ones, being trapped in walls, mummified. Tied in fancy bondage too.
The incubi should be torturing me with tickling, edging, itching torture, orgasm torture and so on. They or he would be tying me up to their (or his) desires and make me scream, moan and go insane... But it would actually never be possible since the hell would keep healing me again and again to start the torture and break me all over again.
I'd also want the incubi to take care of me after the torture, or prepare me to the next one, I can't decide. I both love sweet and sadistic and mean and cruel type of lers. I do want both at different times. Sometimes I want to be treated like a pathetic slut who never gets mercy and actually gets taken advantage of and tortured worse and worse, it keeps increasing and I eventually break, I have no escape. And on the other hand I also love sweet sadistic lers which is like, I can't take their torture but they flirt, love on me, kiss me and pamper me later, make me take anything they give me even if I can't.
But I guess the first option suits this theme much better 🤔
So I think that's it! thanks for the ask! (I hate that I can feel my clit throbbing as I write through this...)
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The interrogator slid open the left hatch, and began his questioning. These budget cuts had him literally working three times harder, having to run three interrogations at once for "efficiency savings". Sigh.
Predictably, the first prisoner claimed not to know anything about any codes. He closed her hatch, and administered another dose of sensitivity gas into the box her head was in, hearing the muffled laughter change in pitch as it kicked in, the tickle bot continuing its tireless work.
He opened the middle hatch, and began his questioning. Another tough girl, she claimed she didn't know anything about the location of the guerilla hideout. He closed the hatch, administered her a dose of the sensitivity gas. The prisoner's bare feet really strained in the stocks, she was a screamer. Ugh, this was going to be a long day.
Hatch number three opened. The prisoner within must have been insanely sensitive, she immediately started babbling a stream of numbers, which was a strange response as the paperwork said she was supposed to be in for a confession of tax evasion...
He closed the hatch, and gave her a dose of the gas for good measure. Shuffling paperwork, he debated going to admin for clarity... but the bosses would dock his pay for wasted time. No, he had to sort this. But there was the possibility they were in cahoots, trying to throw him off with inaccurate information...
He opened all three hatches, and was greeted by a cacophony of tormented laughter and muddled coordinates, codes, and confessions as the three women begged for the machines to stop tickling the soles of their artificially sensitised feet.
"Ladies, there seems to have been some kind of mixup. It is possible I am asking the wrong questions to each of you. However, I have to exercise due diligence and determine which of you is meant to give up what information. So, bear with me. We'll get this sorted out, then we can all go home- well, to your cells. It's Friday, so let's get this done..."
He closed the middle and right hatches, and dosed them up again.
"So, number one, let's get started. What is the code, where is the base, and/or, confess!"
Number one cackled hysterically, but managed to squeeze out between the laughs "I'll... I'll nehehever talk!".
Oh for God's sake... I'm going to be here forever. He closed the hatch, dosed her up, and reached for his phone to tell his wife he'd be late for dinner.
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