A piercing scream escapes her lips as mechanical hands emerge from underneath the contraption. But instead of subjecting her to immediate tickle torture, the hands grab hold of her clothing. With relentless determination, they yank and tear until every garment is forcefully removed, leaving Celes completely naked and defenseless before her captors.
The hands withdraw momentarily, and Kefka's smile looms over her as he observes her exquisite body. "Well, well, Celes," he taunts. "You look rather adorable."
"Curse you, Kefka," Celes retorts, her voice trembling in the chilly air of the chamber.
"Yikes!" Kefka remarks with dripping sarcasm. "You need to loosen up, my dear. I believe a smile would make you even more adorable." He reveals a remote control, his finger poised over one of its buttons. "Laughter is the best medicine!" he chuckles.
With that, he activates the contraption, setting the hands in motion to launch their assault. Celes explodes with laughter as they zero in on her vulnerable upper body with ruthless precision. Feather-light fingers dance across her bare underarms, eliciting involuntary convulsions from the defenseless general. She writhes and thrashes against her restraints, but her laughter only intensifies as a second pair of hands homes in on her delicate breasts. Soon after, a third pair emerges, alternating between her tender sides and ribs. The overwhelming sensory overload forces Celes to scream louder than ever before.
Kefka watches with sadistic delight, relishing in her helpless squirming. "Enjoying yourself, Celes? This tickling shall continue until I return from my mission to the Sealed Gate. I shall hunt down every last esper, extract their magic, and ascend to godhood. Hee-hee-hee!"
Celes cannot grasp the implications of Kefka's words amidst the unbearable sensations inflicted upon her. As Kefka concludes his proclamation, the tickling ceases for a moment, granting her a brief respite... only for the contraption to spring back to life, releasing additional hands to intensify her torment. They descend upon her lower body, targeting her hypersensitive feet, knees, thighs, and even her womanhood. Celes' laughter reaches unprecedented heights as the sensations push her towards the brink of madness. Every fiber of her being screams for the tickling to stop, but her pleas go unheard.
"I'll see you later, my dear!"
Kefka and the soldiers exit the room, leaving Celes all alone in her torment. The door slams shut, the sound reverberating through the chamber, sealing her fate within its confines. The lock clicks into place, and she is left abandoned, trapped in her eternal ticklish nightmare.