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Tickle Pimp part I

Kid Indy

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Tickle Pimp

Part I

By Kid Indy

Joy finished her stapling, dropped the report in the department head's in-box, and started for the elevator. It was 7:00, and once again the underpaid intern was the last one out of the office. This Thursday, the fourth straight day of staying late, she felt much older than her 25 years; she wanted little more than to get back to her apartment, do her yoga for the night, and turn in. She wondered whether the possibility of a corporate career was worth all this.

The drive to the outskirts of the city was uneventful; she listened to a mix tape from her college years, a recent re-discovery when she cleaned her apartment the previous weekend. The apartment, of course, was back to disarray. She pulled into her parking garage, got out of her car, and started walking towards another elevator. She did not even notice the white, windowless van parked three spots from her.

She heard a door slide open with force, and heavy footsteps soon followed. She reached for her purse to pull out a can of mace, but she was off her feet and pinned to the ground before she could even get the latch unlocked. The person who had knocked her down was quickly on his feet and straddling her, and she felt the electric shock of a stun gun. The air left in her lungs would not muster a scream. Helpless, she heard handcuffs click behind her back and felt the large individual hoist her off the ground and into the van. The door shut, and the man put a bag over her head and tied her ankles together with what felt like a bedsheet. It was not until the van started moving that she could even whimper.

After a ride that she only guessed took ten minutes, her feet were untied, and the man helped her onto the ground. "Don't make any noise and you won't get hurt. If you work with me I'll have you back to your apartment by midnight." Not convinced of this but certain that she had no other options, she cooperated as she was led up three stairs, through what felt like an air conditioned house, and down a flight of about a dozen more stairs. She heard a heavy door close and a bolt being thrown.

"Where am I?" was answered by the man sitting her down on what felt like a couch, except there was no back. He fitted two padded cuffs onto her forearms and unlocked the handcuffs. She started to rub the raw spots where the cuffs had rubbed, but the new, padded restraints suddenly pulled her arms above her head. "What are you doing to me?" was answered by the man fastening a set of stocks around her ankles and tightening them to the couch. Still the man was not talking.

Finally, she felt the bag being pulled off of her head. Her shoulder length brown hair fell down about the tanned skin of her neck, and she could see that her abductor was a large man, much taller than her and probably two hundred fifty lean pounds. He spoke quickly, before she could look around. "Look. You will not be injured, and you will return safely to your apartment. I am not asking any ransom of anyone, so don't bother bargaining. You will be here about two hours, then I'll take you back. Understand?" Joy nodded, fearing him. She looked around the room. The room was well lit, but there were no windows. The couch that she sat on was really more of a padded bench; the only cushion was directly beneath her. She looked up to see the man approaching with a pair of scissors. She screamed.

The large man shouted her down and said, "Stop screaming. This place is soundproof. Like I said, I'm not going to hurt you. I have some spare clothes to give you, and I'll give you money to replace your work clothes. Now hold still." He proceeded to cut away and remove her jacket, shirt, and skirt; he left her hose, bra, and panties. "Why are you doing this?" she started to whine. He walked towards a box in the corner of the room.

He returned wheeling what looked like a dentist's tool shelf. She looked around the surface of it and saw long stiff feathers, hair brushes, several cleaning implements, and a box of tissues. Her eyes widened as she wondered, but knew, what was to come next.

"You're already guessing what's coming. Now you might as well sit back and enjoy it, because I've still got a few hours before midnight. I promised I'd get you back on time, and I'm going to keep that promise. But for right now we're going to have some fun." Joy screamed, her cries going no further than the walls of the small room. "Like I said, only I can hear you, Joy." She stopped for a moment; he knew her name. Her silence soon turned to short shrieks as he started drawing the feathers across her belly. "Go ahead and try to keep screaming if you want; it won't take long before you're only making sounds that I want to hear."

Joy began to babble. "Please, please... I'll give you anything you want... we can work this out..." Her screaming voice soon became a giggling voice, and the man began to grin. He put the feathers down and began to wiggle his fingers inside the hollows of her armpits. The feeling was even more intense since she could not put her arms down. Although she could sway side to side, his hands were inescapable; her giggles turned into the silence of one who cannot breathe, and then into a gale of uncontrolled laughter. Her head tossed back and forth; her hair whipped through the air and against the man's face. He slowed down when she got used to the speed, only to accelerate when her defenses were coming back. Tears were now coming, though she still could not stop the laugh that was no longer her own. He continued just under her arms for what seemed forever, and well after she thought she would pass out, he relented.

Joy panted, trying to find words. "Please... no more... I'll do anything... do you want sex?" The man suddenly dropped his face level with hers. A stern look pierced through her and brought a fear that even up until then she had not felt. "Never offer sex. You are not being raped; you are being tickled. The two are not even close, Joy. Never forget that." Her bottom lip quivered, and he reached down to take off her shoes. As she began to beg again, he turned around to pick up two unused shower brushes. He made his way back toward her feet. "No, please... I'm sorry..." "This is not punishment for your offer, Joy. You were going to get this irrespective. Anyway, I'm a nice guy. So long as you don't do it again, we'll be alright." Joy wondered, just for a second, why he was so dead set against having sex with her. Her wondering only survived a moment.

When the thousand prickles of the shower brushes started rubbing against her hose, she could only maintain a scream for a second. The electric sensations on her soles combined with her earlier laughing, and her voice began to shift again. Before she knew it, she was back into the chest-heaving laughter, her voice soaring musically even as she feared for her breathing. He twisted them, dragged them up and down, worked them in tiny circles. When she expected a pattern, he changed the pattern. When she moved her feet to avoid the brushes, he would grab hold of the toes and pull them back, making her defenseless again. When she thought she could not maintain consciousness, he kept her ticklishly aware for quite some time. This man was doing things to her on a level that her childhood ticklings could not compare, and the sheer physical sensation was drowning out any fear, anger, or any other emotion that might have come. He worked it under her toes; he tormented her arches. After a while he set one brush down and began to squeeze her leg above the knee. The new sensation only added to the madness, and again her endless laugh was accompanied by tears down her face. And no matter how tired she became, her body continued to writhe, still trying to avoid the tickling. When she had passed beyond the hope of passing out, he relented again, wiping her cheeks with the tissue.

"I think you will do nicely. Let me tell you what I do." Joy only panted, relieved that the torture had stopped for the moment. "No, let me tell you what I do not do. I do not sell women for sex." Joy's curiosity jumped up again. Sell? "The business that I am in and you are about to join is about satisfying sexual urges without any actual sex. You see, there are certain people who derive great pleasure from tickling women. You have just been recruited to be one of those women."

Joy could not believe what she was hearing. "No, I don't want any of this. I just want to go--" The man put his large hand over her mouth. "You don't get that choice. After tonight, you're going to meet me in your apartment's parking garage Monday after you get off work, and we're coming back here. Don't object, and don't think of getting out of it." Joy scowled through his big hand. "And don't even think of calling the cops. If you do I'll have to spend my valuable time avoiding police pressure, and then bad things will happen to you."

He removed his hand and began walking around behind her. She quickly complained, "I thought you were done!" He chuckled and said, "Nope. We've still got a little time and some more of you to check out." She began to scream, "No," but his solid, nimble fingers had already started their assault on her ribs. He danced from ribs to sides to hips, trying out different pairings of left and right. Her reaction would not slow down, and the awful fingers pulled the shrieks and laughter out of her with quickness and certainty. Her hips especially made her buck and thrash; her attentive tormentor concentrated on them as he continued. Again she thought that she would lose consciousness, but he pushed her through and drove her on, his hands never tiring and her body never numbing. She could not tell how long he did this, but he finally stopped. "Alright, that ought to be enough for tonight."

He left the room, and after a few minutes he returned with some sweat pants, a long-sleeve T-shirt, and a pair of running shoes. "I'll go in the other room. Put these on, and knock on the door when you're done." He dropped the clothes on the floor, unlocked the stocks and cuffs, and left the room, taking his cart and locking the heavy door behind him. Joy got up and looked around. The cuffs were fur-lined on the inside, explaining why her hands never fell asleep. And the stocks were padded. There seemed to be two doors into the room, but neither would open when she pulled on them. She could also see a black plastic dome on the ceiling. Finally giving up on finding an escape route or a phone, she put on the clothes and shoes. They fit very well, and she knocked on the door. The large man appeared with the bag that had been over her head. "Sorry, Joy. I can't have you leading anyone here." She asked him, "What's your name?" "Jim."

Joy did not say a thing on the way home. Jim had placed her in a bucket seat with the same padded cuffs built into the armrests; she had no way to take the bag off of her head. She tried to keep track of how many times the van turned left and right, but she lost track after about fifteen minutes. Finally the van came to a stop. "Alright, Joy. Remember, don't stand me up Monday. Bad things will happen. And don't tell anyone about tonight. Bad things will happen. And by all means, don't call the police. If you do that, you wouldn't believe how bad things will get for you. Now let me get you out of that chair." Jim took great care to be gentle taking the cuffs and the bag off. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a small stack of bills. "Here's a hundred fifty bucks. Buy yourself a new outfit." Joy thought of throwing the money back in his face, but she was afraid of angering him. Besides, she was out a skirt suit. She pocketed the money, picked up her work shoes, and stepped out of the white van. As she entered the elevator, Jim waved from the driver's seat. She shivered and wondered what would happen Monday night.

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This is my first try at tickling fiction; any feedback would be helpful. Also, tell me whether you want me to continue with this story.
 
Welcome!

Indy, great story! (Indy....Colts are my fave AFC team...he he he)

Anyway, keep it up! Welcome to the brotherhood of Tickling Writers. Since you're the new guy, you get to bring cake to the next meeting. Don't worry about a girl....Marauder's in charge of bringing the 'lees this month. :D
 
Why am I always in charge of the 'lees? My entire body is covered in scratchmarks already! *pouts*
 
GOOD LORD MAN

This is honestly one of the greatest story's I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Lets see a part 2!!
 
Loved it

That's a great story, Kid Indy. I am very intrigued by the way the man acted around her and I can't wait to learn more about the character. It looks like you've set up a good series here.

-DFT
 
I'm glad people are enjoying it so far. I just posted part 2, so I hope you enjoy more!

Kid Indy
 
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