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They drag her, she is **** to follow by the cuffs, Blake wonders what exactly the crazy commander wants to do.

"Really though, tickling? What kind idiotic **** method is that." They now reach to a room, and when it was open, there seem to be some contraption

What she sees in front her is some contraption of some kind, it looks like a rectangular platform that is angle 90 degrees, it has a metal cuff on each corner. Already she can tell she is supposed to be cuff there

"Now then, remove most of her clothes," He ordered the guards, they follow the order.

"W-what! Hey! Let go!" Blake shouted as she was stripped down to her purple underwear, she blushes at her current state.

She is now then drag to the contraption each her arms and legs are cuff to the side, Blake flushed at her current position.

"Why do you even have a **** machine?!" Blake asked,

"There is a lot of things you could bought to interrogate criminals, the law allows a lot of things so long it's not the bloody type of ****," The commander said, then he looks at her.

"We warn you, so now its time for the ****," he said, "bring the feather machine."

The workers bought an odd machine, it has a single feathers attach to it, and there are four of them.

The soldiers place each of her sides, the feathers or position near her armpits and feet.

"oh no," Blake knows where this is going.

"Activate the feathertickle," The soldier happily followed as the turn it on, then the feather begin to move as it rub her armpits up and down., from below, the feathers also rub the soles of her feet.

"hehehe, Stop! no-HAHAHAHA" Blakes control fade for a second as she can't hold her laughter, she can't get away from the feathers from her armpits and feet as it kept tickling her.

"Now, feel like talking?" The commander asked

"HAHAHHA-NEVER YOU HAHAHA SCUM!!!" Even then, Blake still hold out while being tickle to ****

"Well, we will just have to wait a bit and see if your will has been broken" The commander said as he left Blake to her ticklish demise.

"YOU WILL-HAHAHAHA-Not-HAHAHA-GET AWAY WITH THIS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" And so, Blake has to endure her ticklish hell.