Celes is tied to a wooden rack, her limbs spread apart and bound, as Kefka and several Imperial soldiers approach her. The last thing she remembers is sacrificing herself to save Locke and the others in the Magitek Research Facility. She had expected death, but instead, she was taken prisoner by Kefka.
The court mage sneers down at her, his eyes filled with sadistic glee. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the traitor Celes. You thought you could betray the Empire and get away with it? Think again, my dear."
The general clenches her jaw, refusing to show any fear. She knows Kefka is dangerous, but she's not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.
Kefka chuckles. "Don't worry. I'm not here to cause you pain. Gestahl's orders, you see. But there are other ways to punish a traitor like you. As a matter of fact, I think you'll enjoy it!"
With that, he signals to the soldiers, who begin to tickle Celes all over her exposed body. She squirms and writhes, unable to control her laughter, her torn clothes barely clinging on.
"S-stop!" she gasps between laughs. "Stop it, please!"
But Kefka only laughs harder. "Oh, I don't think so. I think we're just getting started."
Celes screams with laughter as each soldier picks a different spot to target: her sides, ribs, underarms, feet, knees, and inner thighs. Every inch of her body is extremely ticklish, and her squirming is futile as she cannot escape. The more she struggles, the more ticklish she becomes, as if her predicament isn't terrible enough.
Kefka cackles, enjoying every moment of her suffering. "This is too good," he says. "She's completely helpless!"
The soldiers continue to tickle her mercilessly, and the general quickly finds herself out of breath. She feels like she's going to go insane from the unbearable sensations. Tears stream down her face as she begs for them to stop, but her laughter is so intense that she can barely make out any words. The soldiers pay no attention to her pleas, not until she's completely spent and broken.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity for poor Celes, Kefka signals for them to cease. She lies there, panting and gasping for breath, her body covered in sweat.
"Ticklish, aren't we?" the court mage says, his eyes gleaming. "I hope you've learned your lesson."
"I'll never... betray... the Empire... again," Celes whimpers weakly.
Kefka chuckles. "We'll see about that," he says, and he and the soldiers leave the room, leaving Celes alone with her thoughts and her sore, ticklish body.