Spooktober Part 3/4 - Lost in the Lab (Patreon)

"Now, my darling... I knooow you're terribly ticklish... so I'll give you a chance to escape this experiment. If you can evade me for one hour... you can have a reward. But if I catch you - ohoho, a long night of tickle torture in the name of science should do you nicely~"

The test subject bolts as soon as the door is open. Still dressed in only her underwear, she slides on the tiles, eyes adjusting to the glare of the fluorescent lights in the dark corridor. Left, right, down another hallway, counting the doors as she hunts for a hiding spot. Closets, disused laboratories, trolleys -

"I hear you, darling..."

Her scuffed heels click behind the test subject, echoing a few hallways down. Damn- she's too close- if she hears a door open, she'll know exactly where her prey is-! A plan formulates in her mind - hide behind a corner, stay as quiet as possible in the hopes that the doctor will go down the wrong hall, then make a break in the opposite direction and find a broom closet to hide in...

Pressing her back against the wall, she holds her breath tight, counting the slowly-approaching footsteps. She screws her eyes shut. The doctor is taunting her, softly, prowling after her. Stay quiet, stay quiet...

Something tugs at her panties. A disembodied hand...?

Fingers begin to crawl up her sides as she clasps a hand over her mouth. Their fingertips spider softly against her soft belly and an involuntary squeak bubbles up from her throat.

"Hmmm? Was that a giggle? Is my new tickle-pet having fun already? Without me?"

Oh, fuck.