The following tale is a work of fiction, it contains scenes of a minor being restrained and tickled in a strictly non sexual, non erotic fashion. The artwork has been very kindly done by my wonderful and very talented friend Whonew [link]
Richard didn't know what time it was but he was so tired. Sighing he walked over to the bed and sat on it. This place was insane, how could they possibly get away with torturing kids like this? With a sad groan he laid back onto the bed and closed his eyes. He hated it here, he wanted to go home. Before he knew it sleep overcame him. But a matter of hours later his sleep was interrupted by an annoying voice, Richard - Richard! - RICHARD!" "Mmmmpppphhhh!" his surprise yell interrupted by his gag.
"You lost consciousness kid, I have to admit I'm impressed, of all the boys I've subjected this to you lasted the longest." It had been two weeks since he was thrown into the TK institute for juvenile boys. Ever since he had been thrown in here he had been subjected to every tickle torture one could possibly imagine. He had been suspended upside down with his hands cuffed and mechanical feathers tickle his armpits. He had been given the most tortures bath he had ever had in his life with the hundreds of brushes attacking and scrubbing every inch of his body. And he had been thrown into a revolving pit filled with feathers for a whole hour before being pulled out. These were just a few of the many torments he had endured.
Yesterday he had tried to escape when one of the tickle machines (a rack like monstrosity that attacked his torso with soft vibrating pads) malfunctioned and the restraints released him. But no sooner had he reached the door when he was caught by the two guards that had first greeted him. Now here he was facing his punishment. He was strapped into a machine that was literally tickling every part of his body. He was restrained so tightly he couldn't move a muscle. His arms were strapped above him but his hands were encased in sacks that kept his hands constantly in a ball so he couldn't even move his fingers. Straps were secured over his wrists, arms, forehead, waist, thighs, ankles and tiny claps secured his toes. A gag was also strapped around his mouth.
The dozens of brushes and feathers had gotten too much for him and he passed out. He had been dreaming about his first day here. "Alright son, ready for the next setting?" said the man with an evil smile. "MMMMPPPPHHHH!" He pressed a button and dozens of brushes and feathers on mechanical arms descended onto his helplessly bound body. Poor Richard screamed as his feet, thighs, stomach, ribs, underarms, neck, nose and ears were all tickled at once. "And to think you still have three more weeks to go!" cried the man over Richards hysterical tickle induced screaming. For many hours and many more days Poor Richard endured the wrath of the tickle prison.
Meanwhile in the wardens office, one of the female guards spoke up. "We've got another one sir, our agents were able to slip a diamond ring into his bag". "Excellent!" said the warden with an evil smile. "The more boys here to test out my machines the better. Oh and by the way, I think I've found another lad I want to capture and test my latest tickle dungeon on". "What's his name?" said the guard as she looked over at the documents on the wardens desk. "Lachland Cotton" he said with an evil smile looking down at the photo of two smiling boys in a strange looking theme park.