For the Love of Tickle Torture

Chapter Two

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     April's best security guard enters holding an unconscious boy in his arms bridal-style. There was duct tape across his mouth and he was dressed in dark blue jeans and a graphic black t-shirt, he clearly had style because he was sporting a few accessories from his belt and wallet chain, to his bracelets.
     Jake Sorter was a 21 year old boy who didn't have all that much. He finished high school and didn't do much else, just picked up more hours at the coffee shop where he worked. He was moving towards management, but didn't really have bigger goals than that. When he was 18 he moved into his apartment alone. While he did have a few friends, it would be a while before anyone would realize Jake was missing. He didn't always tell anyone when he went off to do something like camping, hiking, fishing, or traveling alone like he did, so everyone would just assume that he was fine.
     April didn't know much about him now, but the guards had spent their time researching and using their resources to find the perfect guy for her. Jake's limp body was brought down to the basement and stripped to his gray and black boxers. He was placed on a metal table on his back with his arms tied straight above his head with rope, and his legs straight and a little separated and tied at the ankles at either side of the narrow table. He was unconscious for quite awhile. April hovered at the entrance watching him anxiously. Like always when she was nervous, she mumbled to herself.
"Okay...I need to act tough...I can't go easy on him when he wakes...yeah I'm going to let myself take over...no mercy April. My own tickle slave...wow yeah...", she mumbled and watched his helpless form move a little. She was beyond excited now.
     She watched him wake from a distance and was a little taken aback as he started crying as soon as he woke up. Oh., she thought.
"Please let me go!!", Jake called into the seemingly empty basement, his wavering voice echoing.
"April stay strong, you wanted this.", she whispers to herself before stepping into view and approaching the helpless boy, she forced a smirk trying to keep herself confident.
     He questioned everything, but she shook her head and only answered one.
"I'm April.", she smiled at him softly, "Since I answered yours, would you answer one of mine please?".
     He was starting to calm a little as he interacted with the girl, but his expression was panicked.
"M-maybe?", he stuttered.
"Are you ticklish?"
"Uh, what? I mean...I guess.", he looked over her questioningly, trying to figure out what this was. Was she his captor? Did this girl clearly his age do this?
     But soon his thoughts were interrupted as April hopped onto the table and straddled his waist. Before he could even gasp she pinched his sides gently. He grimaced. Perfect. She pressed her hands against his ribs and tickled fast. Jake exploded into laughter, as the word 'stop' started to form on his lips she did.
"Do you hate being tickled?", she asked a panting and shaking Jake.
"Duh!", he gasped out the word. She laughed.
"I like that answer, but I'd think before sassing me again.", and she dove her hands to his hips. He sucked in a breath of air and as she rubbed at his hip bones he burst again, laughing loudly.
"Stop!!!", he screeched.
     April giggled, pleased to hear the beg. She reached back and grabbed his knees and he only got worse. It must be bad there, he screamed.
"Nooo!!", he sunk into hysterical laughter, "I'll do anything!!! Stop stop stop!!", he struggled wildly in his ties, April was bouncing as he did. She crawls her hands up a little and squeezed at his thighs, watching tears leak down his red face, his laughter shot up a few octaves. This might be his worst spot.
     She halted the tickles and he sucked in air, gasping and panting.
"You guess? You are so ticklish!", she grinned excitedly. He tugged roughly at his restraints, looking around as he gently gasped for his air.
"What is this?", he looked back at her.
"You will be my tickle slave, and this is your tickle hell.", she whispered dramatically.
"I- uh!—", he started to speak but was cut off as April blew a loud and long raspberry into his stomach. His loud laugh echoing off the walls.