I am tied down to a table. Arms above my head and my legs bound tightly. He approaches and wants to get information out of me. I am lock lipped and turn my head away in defiance. He decides the quickest way to get me to talk is to tickle me nonstop with feathers, his hands and baby oil. Going from my face to my armpits to the soles of my sweaty feet. A non-stop laughing and screaming scene of real tickling and real reactions.
