tickling birds

doctor tickle.

“Huh! ARG!” Tori stretched and shook, unable to escape her bonds.

About 15 minutes ago Tori found herself in quite the strange position. 

She woke up in what appeared to be an abandon hospital room. Her arms forced above her head, exposing her smooth tan armpits to the world, her arms forced above her head forced her tight green tank-top to shimmy up her torso, exposing just a hint of her tan, ticklish belly and beautiful navel. 

Tori had a sinking feeling in her stomach that she knew what she was doing here. After all, she was quite beautiful.

She had long, dirty wavy blonde hair, a cute smile, a golden tan, blue eyes and a face everyone could admit was cute.

She tried to cross her legs to attempt to cover up as much skin as she could, but the denim shorts she was wearing didn’t help her with that.

“How did I end up here?” She thought, she had a flashback to a party she went to, lots of drinking, load music, and.... some things she’d rather not recall doing.

But how did she end up here? She remembers the cops knocking on the door, since she was only 19 and drinking she knew she would be in BIG trouble so she booked it. Being on her school’s track team she had strong legs, allowing her to run from the backyard to the woods behind her friend’s house and then… that’s all she could remember.

Was she drugged? Did she hit her head? Did she black out?

Tori was furious, she shook and screamed with rage trying to escape the bonds on her wrists hanging from the roof, only forcing her shirt up more so it stopped at the bottom of her navel. 
She tried kicking, but trying to escape from the ropes around her ankles that kept her tied to the floor was like trying to remove Excalibur.

“LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” She screamed, she heard her cries only echo around the empty hallway.

She was helpless, but before she could weep she heard footsteps coming down the hall towards her room.

“Oh my god,” She thought, “I’m not alone!”

“He-hey! I’m in here! Help me!”
The step kept at the same pace, but was still heading towards her room until they were outside of her room.

Then, a woman walked in. She appeared to be in her early thirties, blonde, tall, thin, but it was hard to see from the outfit she was wearing.

She was wearing a white face mask, similar to a dentist, and a white doctor’s coat, but the information such as the name, location, etc. had been removed. Her hair was tied up into a bun, and she was wearing some black glasses. Her pants and shoes were nothing special, just some jeans and black high heels.

She pulled on some latex gloves before pulling out a clipboard from a big black duffle bag she was carrying and picking a blue pen out from her bun.

“Name?” She asked, walking towards Tori, barley acknowledging her being there.

“Uh, Tori.” Tori responded, confused.

“Age?”

“19, why is this important?” Tori asked, relaxed now that she knew she was safe but confused by all the questions.

“Just some notes for the archives, you know how it is.” The woman responded.

“N-no, I don’t.” Tori said, “Hey, now that you’ve got your archives our whatever can you let me down please?”

“Well now we have to make sure you’re okay.” The woman said, laying down the duffle bag and unzipping it.

“What? No no I’m fine, I feel fine.” Tori said, a little nervous.