You sit in the chair with no thought whatsoever for the fact that this is a behavior and thought modification station.
You failed to notice the cuffs attached to the arms of the chair as they snap onto your wrists. the arm rests elevate making you clasp your hands behind your head revealing your armpits and pulling your already short tank top above your ribs as your bra is quickly snapped off.
You panic and struggle, your eyes dart around looking for someone to help you as you blurt out "N... no... please I can't stand... please I... I don't want..."
Everyone is looking at you in shock, especially the Dominion officers! The other citizens came here for this, they're eager for this, and you realize to your horror that you just gave away the fact that you're a rebel.
The foot rests slip off your flip flops and another pair of cuffs bind your ankles as your bate feet are elevated and placed in a hole in the desk.
You squeal and are about to start crying, this is your worst nightmare.
An officer walks over
"Who are you?" He asks.
You try to think of a good lie but your thinking is interrupted by the sensation of little massage wands running aggressively all over your bare feet!
I... AAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHHAHAAP
Your screams of laughter join the other citizens whose feet are all recieving the same treatment. You dont know what to do, this is already way more than you can stand.
You start babbling incoherently begging for mercy as you feel the little wands skittering over all the most sensitive parts of your feet.
The officer says "admit that you're a rebel spy!"
Without hesitating you throw your head back and scream: "YES! YES! YES!"
The sadistic guy grins and leans in closer "You're a ticklish spy who can't stand being tickled on her feet"
His comments push you even more over the edge and in a voice breaking with laughter, you scream out "YES! YES! YES! IM A TICKLISH SPY AND I CANT STAND BEING TICKLED ON MY FEET!"
His grin widens and he leans in so that hes whispering in your ear.
"You must have had a good hiding place, probably have friends who escaped the purge. I'd love to know the location of all thise secret hiding places."
You tell him. Completely breaking under torture. Your spirit is crushed with guilt thinking of your comrades being black bagged and sent to suffer the worst tickle torture imaginable because of you, but you've been rendered totally submissive and cooperative.
He condescendingly pats you on the head as you continue to scream with laughter. He addresses the program director
"She's a spy, she needs complete indoctrination"
The director presses a button and the console produces a plethora of vibrating wands and stiff feathers.
Two feathers start swishing around your neck, two go to your armpits, two vibrating wands start buzzing on your nipples, two go to your sides, to on your ribs. A feather cycles around your navel while a wand traces around your abs and lower belly, a want buzzes on your "womanhood", two on your thighs and lower calves as the tiny little vibrators continue to punish your feet!
You are in the worst tickle agony of your life, the sexual teasing is brutal increases your sensitivity. You go completely catatonic and can only let out a soft "my god... my god... I submit... please..."
The officer grins and abandons you as the screen switches on. A beautiful woman smiles at you and says, in maddening ASMR "Now, let's start at the beginning... The Mistress deserves my mind, my body and my spirit".
You open your mouth and quiver out the words. You know that very soon, you'll believe them...
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