The visual interpretation of a story written by the brilliant Lightworkerleader
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The equipment in the laboratory emitted a wide range of noises and were performing many different tasks. Here and there some of the lab’s machines mixed and shook the different test tubes and vials of colorful concoctions. Others were constructing a series of electronics for what purpose who knows. The sterile white laboratory was abuzz with the sounds of machines at work. Despite all that was going on, the lab was an epitome of cleanliness and order. With everything stacked and placed in neat and seemingly obsessive order. This well hidden and indeed secret base was a vast honeycomb of many different rooms and chambers. Each for different purposes. And right now sitting at a desk happily humming to himself and typing on his computer was the facilities lord and master.
Doctor Z as his beloved title goes was the epitome of what one would call a mad but yet at the same time brilliant scientist. He looked to be no older than thirty but his hair was shock white. He wore silver wire-rimmed glasses over his cold steely eyes. He was currently clad in a clean, stiff, white lab coat with an interesting atom symbol embroiled on his right and a big black letter Z on the left. He typed on the keyboard with thick leather gloves. The data he was currently working on was for his current experiment he would shortly be working on. One that he had been looking forward to doing for quite some time. And this time he wouldn’t be doing it alone. Some weeks ago the good doctor had been contacted by an old friend of his. An equally if not more mad but brilliant scientist.
Professor Jasper Savage his name was. Originating from the tropical island of Burno, he was famous in many different fields but some time ago had devoted his examinations and experiments to the responses of tickling. Oh it had been innocent enough at first. A few boys had volunteered to take part in his supposed fun tests in his laboratory. In the end the boys had run out of the place in tears and poor Jasper was forced to shut the place down due to both his testing methods being too slow and the angry mob of parents threatening to lynch him. Doctor Z couldn’t say he didn’t understand why. Perhaps it was due to the fact the boys were forced to wear embarrassingly bare Speedo like outfits or maybe being restrained into weird, and wild machines that tickled them to tears.
The poor man was lucky he wasn’t arrested. Instead he had returned to his native Burno and set up a young offenders institution for the islands male youth. Z couldn’t help but chuckle when he learned what he was doing to his unfortunate prisoners. But this upcoming experiment would involve a combination of two of their talents. For while Professor Savage was dedicated to studying and indeed relishing in the excruciating tickle tortures of his test subjects. Doctor Z was dedicated to using his amazing skills of hypnosis technologies. The ability to totally conquer ones mind completely transform them into a mindless drone. Who’s only purpose was to serve the good doctor in his quest for power and wealth. And indeed his life’s work had succeeded tremendously so. In the few years since his completion of his hypnotic machines he had formed a small army of totally obedient hypno slaves.
Former juvenile delinquents, trouble makers, bullies. All wonderfully rid of their former terrible selves. Doctor Z found the conversion process to be quite entertaining. The often violent and unruly lads would be restrained into the machines, have the devices placed on their heads and the soothing rays would penetrate and melt their violent and chaotic minds. Only for them to be rebuilt as a perfect servant. Forever innocent and peaceful. To finish the process the boys would then be changed into their uniforms. A wild onesie outfit that was skin tight and decorated in black and yellow squares. Right now all of them were doing their designated duties. Guarding and patrolling the various areas of the facility, dronifying the new recruits that they had captured and bringing in his annoying pest of a nephew. The child super villain Scatterbrain.
The young blonde brat had been a constant thorn in his side ever since he first started with his dronification. The boy was a genius and just as skilled, talented and determined as his uncle in the field. Oh Spencer had been a model student of mad science. So eager to learn the family trade. I adored his charming smile and appetite for destruction. He seemed to be the one person destined to carry on the great work. My feelings had blinded me to the truth. I miscalculated. After his defection to the X-treme T33N 4orce My dear nephew was dead to me. I decided it was appropriate that he would become the first drone prototype, the perfect template that all other dronified boys would be molded into. Spencer would be remade into perfection, a weapon against all who would dare oppose me. Thus Scatterbrain was born. But to his anger the boy had invented his own dronifying methods and set out for power. He had been constantly interfering with my plans, stealing my ideas and creating his own army of drones. But now much to his glee, the grinning and chuckling man would get his vengeance. And his bloody nephew would get what he deserved. With the assistance of Savage, his drones had managed to spring a trap and captured him. Unfortunately Scatterbrain, despite his cheekiness and boyish attitude had a strong mind. Which would make converting him difficult. But that was were his good friend Jasper came in.
Working together, they had designed and built a new dronification machine that was equipped with various tickle mechanisms of Savage’s own design. The brat wouldn’t be able to resist the hypnotic power whilst suffering tickle torture. As he strolled into the lab several happily grinning drones were at work setting up the equipment. Their eyes glowing an unnatural green color. Savage was at the controls. “Ahhh there you are my good friend! I was beginning to think you were going to miss the fun!” As he said this an angry young voice could be heard coming closer. The doors slid open with a hiss and four grinning drones strolled in, escorting a hovering stretcher. And currently restrained down on the stretcher with multiple cuffs and straps was Scatterbrain himself. Furiously tugging at his bindings the checker suited boy was demanding to be released.
"So nephew. I finally have you back in my grasp". Said Z with a big grin. "You won’t be able to dronify me uncle! You know that!" he yelled back defiantly. "With my own methods maybe not. But with the assistance of my good friend Professor Savage here I will". The boy gasped and for the first time the good doctor saw a trace of fear on his face. "Why hello there lad!" Savage hopped over, grinning manically at their new subject. "Now you’ve been a very naughty boy haven’t you! Annoying your uncle. If we were on Burno right now why I’d send you to my TK institute for a few months. But don’t you worry we’ll make you all better!" He leaned in closer and the boy tried to shrink away. "I’ll make you laugh while your uncle makes you happy!" "Get him ready!" Doctor Z ordered his drones. Right away they obeyed and dragged the stretcher and the screaming Scatterbrain away.
The equipment blared into life. Savage cackled and rubbed his gloved hands together in gleeful anticipation. The man looked positively evil with his black goggles on and and his typical mad scientist appearance. White lab coat with white tufts of hair behind his ears. Right now their test subject was suspended a few meters off the ground in the chamber before them. The two scientists watched with glee through the glass as Scatterbrain struggled furiously. He had been stripped of his check suit and was currently tightly secured in the restraints of the machine. Strong metal cuffs entwined his wrists, ankles and neck. One thick one went over his abdomen, ensuring he was covered up. He furiously tugged against the cuffs over his wrists above his head but it was no use.
"Oh there’s no escape for you boy. Those restraints are designed to ensure you stay right where you are!" Said Savage with a manic grin and cackle. "Begin the sequence" said Z and one of the drones pressed the button. Right away the room was filled with soothing and swirling light. Scatterbrain was engulfed in a strong hypnotic beam of green light from above. Right away Spencer could feel the hypnotic power trying to invade his mind. Closing his eyes he focused on staying as he was. I’ll never convert uncle! I WON’T!" Doctor Z chuckled at his nephews outburst. "Make him laugh Savage". As soon as he pressed the button several metallic tentacles deployed out of the walls of the room. They all had feathery appendages on their tips. "No - no - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The tentacles closed in on his totally exposed body. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The feathery tips unleashed an electrical buzz against his skin the instant it made contact. Not in anyway painful but in a method to intensify the tickle torture. The tentacles quickly went to work attacking the feet and torso. Gliding the electrical feathers over the smooth hairless skin. Spencer laughed and screamed as the feathers slowly and deliberately glided over his armpits and the soles of his feet. The feathers wiggled in between the toes, assaulting the sensitive skin between. As the child super villain laughed and struggled in the restraints he was finding it more and more difficult to ignore the lights. He was focusing too much on the tickling. It was allowing the machine to better invade his mind. “It’s working Doctor, he’s weakening!” said Savage with a cackle. And as I watched my annoying nephew squirming in agony as the appendages tickled his mostly bare body I realized that this was an excellent method of conversion.
If it could break the mind of Scatterbrain it could break anyone’s mind. Spencer howled with laughter in the chamber as the tentacles continued their assault. He tried to wiggle his feet to escape the feathers but it was no use, they merely followed. The feathers coiled around his toes, stroking and wiggling in agonizing tickle torture. Occasionally they would go for the legs and thighs. Stroking the sensitive skin behind the knees and thighs. Spencer laughed and laughed on and on. Growing more tired and struggled to keep the light out of his mind. But it was so difficult. “Spencer” said a soothing male voice. “Don’t resist anymore, give in to the light”. Spencer was aghast to recognize it as his uncles voice. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” On and on the torture went. The feathers wiggled and danced over his torso.
Stroking over his waist, stopping just over his groin strap and into his navel which induced more high pitched wails. Over the ribs and chest, focusing especially on the nipples. Oh it was agony for the boy as the frequency slowly increased. “Give in to the light Spencer and the pain will end” said the voice in his mind. “NEVER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The feathers poked and prodded his ribs and stomach and especially his underarms. Inducing seemingly deranged laughter from the bound boy. If it wasn’t for the strap over his neck Spencer would be able to thrash his head from side to side. But he couldn’t. Which meant his head was vulnerable as well. Occasionally the feathers would attack his nose and ears and even his face. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - STOP - HEHEHEHEHEHEHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH - STOP IT!” “It will Spencer if you just submit to the light”.
The two scientists noticed how Scatterbrains eyes were beginning to glow green. He was almost there. “The light was so warm and soothing. Promising escape from this hell. Peace of mind and total happiness. Why wouldn’t he want to refuse it. “Give in Spencer. Join me!” Scatterbrain had his mouth stretched wide open in a great scream and pulled against the bindings with al his might. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - I GIVE UP - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH - STOP THE MACHINE!” He couldn’t take it anymore, it was agonizing. He screwed his water eyes shut as the green light glowed brightly in them. “That’s my boy!” said the soothing voice. Spencer unleashed one final scream of tickle induced agony before collapsing into unconsciousness.
The doors hissed open, unleashing a great deal of smoke. The two men watched as two glowing green eyes emerged from the smog. Scatterbrain stood there, his eyes glowing as green as emeralds and a big smile on his face. “I do believe this calls for a celebration!” said Savage with glee. “The first hypno-tickled drone ever created!” And as I accompanied my cackling and dancing friend back to the lab for a drink I summoned by rather naked nephew to follow. What a wonderful test. He would indeed use this method in the future. And who knows. He may use it on his nephew more often. It’s not every day you get to dronify your annoying nephew through tickling!