So sorry, and sadly I can not say that the wait for this story has been while I have been composing the masterpiece and now I present you with 500 pages... I just had some MAJOR computer/and personal stuff come up. None the less here is a short chapter dedicated to Heather and Anna, and Dig Dug Dog for not giving up on the little tail completely.
Legal: obviously, BTVS and everything to do with it is not mine, and this is a work of fiction and... if your under 18 the powers that be don't want you reading it or on this site at all for that matter so shame on you. All the characters and the actors who play them are over 18 so no one will need to spank me... cause quite frankly that's just not my end of the paddle, or the feather.
Chapter 1: She IS ticklish!
Aaron looked in the room and couldn't help thinking of her somewhat as a defenseless little girl. An odd sentiment both because of her very womanly assets, and her earlier less than mild damage to his body, but at this particular moment it was not an entirely invalid one. She was extremely well bound as she was always kept for examination. They had a solid steal chair bolted to the floor. Her hands were cuffed behind her, with the chains of the restraints going through the slated back of the chair. Legs were secured at the calf and the ankle to the chair. Her head was leaned back, always indignant to her situation as he walked in.
"Hello Faith" Aaron spoke in soft comforting tone as he did with all his patients.
"Well if it isn't Dr. Strangelove. I'm not so much in the mood for bumping uglies there sweetheart, but I appreciate the sentiment. So unless your looking for more of the same I'd keep my distance, ok pretty boy." Faith showed all her teeth with her most sarcastic smile before returning to her more typical smirk.
Aaron took out a digital lecture recorder and spoke into it. "Patient, Faith, is predictably uncooperative, and belligerent in this first session. The purpose of this first session is to allow the patient..."
Faith intruded with an unsettling laugh "oh, you being all professional now, or did you come in to see if I wanted to play Doctor."
"The purpose of this first session is to allow the patient a full understanding of the disciplinary measures that will be taken for purposes of behavior modification in the future."
"Wow, all work and no lap dances really do make Jack a dull boy"
He sat the recorder aside and sat down across from Faith. "This course of therapy, is extreme, and I am genuinely sorry that such measures have to be resorted to... but as you Doctor, and as your friend... I feel this is the only chance you have."
"Ohhh, Dr. Strangelove went all kinky, decided if he couldn't get it on with the hot young slayer he'd just get his solider at attention with some good old BDSM huh baby? I'm really alot more of a pro if we switch positions"
Faith rattled the chains with disturbing strength, even from the playful gesture the special chair groaned slightly under the strain.
Aaron did a good job, his flinch was small, and drew only a slight mocking laugh from Faith. Alot of men would deal with the pressure with alot less poise.
He kept his professional tone. "We have decided, that if possible, you need to be re-integrated into society, you can be released into my custody, if and only if I can show a significant amount of control over your behavior, no more violent outbursts after the full treatment course, and significant improvement by the time of your parole hearing."
Faith seemed as if she would have fallen out of the chair with laughter if she hadn't been chained to it... when she spoke it was breathless between large bursts of laughter. "You're tell me *breath* you want me to play like a good kitty *breath* so YOU can take me HOME for some extra curricular's?" More laughing.
"Well your moving in the right direction... this is a behavior modification therapy based on laughing... it just may not all be so pleasant"
"Right this is the part where I'm supposed to be scared"
"It's ok to be scared"
"I'm 5 by 5 thanks for caring"
"You ready to get started?"
"Well your gonna get you jollys one way or the other... so I guess I'm gonna go with do what you gatta do"
The moment of truth.... Aaron reached out and squeezed her thigh a few inches above her knee, a spot he knew well from his medical classes in reflex... and high school sitting beside one of the cheerleaders. From that first action it was impossible to tell if her reaction was a ticklish one or an angry one, but the moment of truth wasn't for Faith, it was for the chair. She jerked towards him "Keep your HANDS OFF ME" The entire apparatus gave out a helpless groan, the chair seemed to give slightly and relax, AAron could have swore he even saw the concrete floor swell with the pulling of the bolts... but in that terrifying instant... it held. AAron jerked back, preparing to press a panic button, but even with her maximum force Faith had failed to break the restraints. Trust in the bondage would make the rest of the session much easier... but he knew she noticed the sweat on his forehead, his increased heart rate. The game he was playing with Faith was high stakes... It might save her, but he didn't doubt that she might kill him. But he had promised Buffy... promised himself, and Faith... he had to stay on the path, wherever it lead.
"LOOK" Faith snapped, "I'm trying to be agreeable here, I am, but if this is a grope the girl experiment, can't you get a doctor in here who hasn't already got to play. I thought the broken jaw made it clear Doc, I don't want your hands on me... period."
"Well I really am sorry, but there isn't another Doctor in the Us, Britain the fun Brazilian city of Rio that wants anywhere near you, so I guess your stuck with me" He snapped back.
"great" Faith rolled her eyes at him "this is a dangerous time grow a set sweetie... cause you can lose em as quick as you got em"
Trying to use his most professional voice again though Faith was truly starting to test his patience, he sat an anatomical diagram down and marked the spot on her knee... "can you tell me how ticklish the was please Faith"
More laughter, but not of the ticklish kind, it was more in the flavor of mocking. "Oh wow, thank goodness I got the brain trust here... he's gonna break me by finding out if I'm boy crazy... or by tickling me into a little slayer puddle?"
With a fake serious face "I have been known to be boy crazy, and would it have made your big science experiment go better if I said 'teehee'? If memory serves, I do have a couple of tickle spots here and there... you gonna strip me down and get out the feather"
In a way it was promising, Faith tended to turn to sex to avoid unpleasant conversations, or to disarm people.... or to distract people before she beat them senseless. So it was only sightly promising... Aaron had to get her to calm down enough to tell the difference between her violent reactions and the genuinely ticklish ones. It wasn't like some second rate porn video were the girls would laugh and beg but barely move... if Faith was anywhere near as susceptible to tickling as Buffy had said, then she would be making some serious efforts to get away. Aaron had tickled girls that didn't have alleged super-ticklishness, and thought they would go coyote on their own leg to get away, so Faith could be a real danger.
"What do you want?" Aaron asked with a calm voice.
"Excuse me?"
"What do you want? I want to do an examination... I want you to be still... we both know you can take alot without thrashing around like a crazy women... I'm prepared to give you something you want, if you give me what I want." Aaron stated mater of factly.
Faith replied with a grin "That's alot of wants... and we both know thats not all you want from me is it sweetheart.... no I don't think so. But I'll play, I want out of these chains." She grinned.
"Something within the realm of reality, that might not cause my death?"
"Two things then?" Faith smiled slowly, there was something dangerous going on in her mind.
"ok... two things."
"Ohh your really confident in your little therapy aren't you... and your never this confident in anything unless you have a reason. So what's the down low... you hunt down my parents and they said they used to tickle little Faith as girl? Some secret weapon made of a slayers laughter that the watchers council cued you in on. First request... where did you get your little... idea. Cause lord knows it didn't come out of your playbook." Faith leaned back as much as she could in her chair, she looked so in control of the situation for someone who was chained down.
She hadn't said not to say... he was sure Ms. Summers wouldn't want her name brought up, but Faith was his patient...
"What's the second request... I don't want to give up that kind of information if I can't trust you to play ball... or if your second request is gonna be the vice presidents undisclosed location."
"Relax Dr. Worrypants, ok, when I give my word, you can trust me... and baby boy, just remember, payback is just like me. My second request will be reasonable, but Faiths version of lets make a deal is about to disqualify you for being too boring for TV if you don't let me know who's bright idea this little game was in five seconds. 5... 4.... 3... "
"Buffy Summers" Aaron said quickly not willing to risk the door closing for good.
Faith rolled her eyes, "of course, Mr. Death gives B a bad case of the giggles during some pillow talk and she can't take it so she thinks its the universal weakness of all slayers... and I get Dr. Grabbyhands with a licence to go to town... this is typical."
"Second request Faith?"
"Well, if I get all shiny and better, I wasn't a little help getting back at someone."
"I'm not going to help you kill anyone."
"No no... nothing so drastic, I'm not gonna do anything to them you wouldn't do to me. So big boy, go to town." Faith closed her eyes and relaxed in the chair.
Aaron started quickly tickling up and down her sides a bit excitedly to first get started.
"oh heeaaaahh no more no more I can't take it I'm so tickly *yawn* I'm sorry... were we again?" Faith still hadn't opened her eyes and the pleading had been in a quite mocking monotone.
"Fine, sides... low sensitivity. And Faith, I thought you said you were going to cooperate" Aaron was obviously a bit annoyed at his early failure.
"Fine... status report sir, Faith is STILL five by five." Faith smiled a bit.
His next attack was under her arms, again with a quick spidery motion all around, not taking to much care not to tickle her breasts in the process. To his surprise she didn't hide her ticklishness.. he giggled, almost sweetly and seemed to almost press into his hands. She twisted slightly and laugh.
"ok, that one does *burst of giggles* tickle a bit" she twisted he body and kept giggling, and he kept tickling, and she kept giggling, until finally... he stopped. She wasn't faking, but this wasn't what Buffy Summers had been talking about... this was what people usually thought of tickling... this was giggling and play, and it seemed from his hands on her breasts it might have even been turning her on a little, but it wasn't going to break her. And that was why, that was why she wasn't hiding it, or fighting it... She knew she was ticklish, she just thought she could take it.
Aaron paced around the room for a minute thinking... trying to ignore Faith mocking him.
"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt your pride... I know you were looking all forward to the begging and pleading and stuff, but that's not my scene. I mean you want to hurt me so good you can... if it'll make you feel better. My body is made to fight, I don't know what B's problem is, but your not gonna break me with a little bit of coohie coo. I'm sorry to disappoint, but you should know these things... you are the doctor and all."
Then it hit him, like a lightning bolt. The second he started thinking like a doctor... why was tickling torture for the ticklish. Why was it unpleasant and uncomfortable, evolution... it was a kind of defense mechanism... so how else is a slayer vulnerable... perhaps being on her back would be dangerous, so the bottoms of her feet... but above all...
leaned over and nibble tickled Faiths neck, the reaction was unlike anything he or faith had seen before... she squealed, she didn't laugh she squealed at the top of her lungs, arching her back with an incredible force that unluckily for Aaron brought the back of her head into his head knocking him backwards he didn't have time to be overjoyed with finding Faith's Achilles neck so to speak because he was fading in and out of consciousness. Just before the blackness overcame him, he recognized a shadowy shape in the door, and a familiar voice. "Glad I stopped by, I think you need lessons in the proper way to tickle a slayer."
To be continued....
Legal: obviously, BTVS and everything to do with it is not mine, and this is a work of fiction and... if your under 18 the powers that be don't want you reading it or on this site at all for that matter so shame on you. All the characters and the actors who play them are over 18 so no one will need to spank me... cause quite frankly that's just not my end of the paddle, or the feather.
Chapter 1: She IS ticklish!
Aaron looked in the room and couldn't help thinking of her somewhat as a defenseless little girl. An odd sentiment both because of her very womanly assets, and her earlier less than mild damage to his body, but at this particular moment it was not an entirely invalid one. She was extremely well bound as she was always kept for examination. They had a solid steal chair bolted to the floor. Her hands were cuffed behind her, with the chains of the restraints going through the slated back of the chair. Legs were secured at the calf and the ankle to the chair. Her head was leaned back, always indignant to her situation as he walked in.
"Hello Faith" Aaron spoke in soft comforting tone as he did with all his patients.
"Well if it isn't Dr. Strangelove. I'm not so much in the mood for bumping uglies there sweetheart, but I appreciate the sentiment. So unless your looking for more of the same I'd keep my distance, ok pretty boy." Faith showed all her teeth with her most sarcastic smile before returning to her more typical smirk.
Aaron took out a digital lecture recorder and spoke into it. "Patient, Faith, is predictably uncooperative, and belligerent in this first session. The purpose of this first session is to allow the patient..."
Faith intruded with an unsettling laugh "oh, you being all professional now, or did you come in to see if I wanted to play Doctor."
"The purpose of this first session is to allow the patient a full understanding of the disciplinary measures that will be taken for purposes of behavior modification in the future."
"Wow, all work and no lap dances really do make Jack a dull boy"
He sat the recorder aside and sat down across from Faith. "This course of therapy, is extreme, and I am genuinely sorry that such measures have to be resorted to... but as you Doctor, and as your friend... I feel this is the only chance you have."
"Ohhh, Dr. Strangelove went all kinky, decided if he couldn't get it on with the hot young slayer he'd just get his solider at attention with some good old BDSM huh baby? I'm really alot more of a pro if we switch positions"
Faith rattled the chains with disturbing strength, even from the playful gesture the special chair groaned slightly under the strain.
Aaron did a good job, his flinch was small, and drew only a slight mocking laugh from Faith. Alot of men would deal with the pressure with alot less poise.
He kept his professional tone. "We have decided, that if possible, you need to be re-integrated into society, you can be released into my custody, if and only if I can show a significant amount of control over your behavior, no more violent outbursts after the full treatment course, and significant improvement by the time of your parole hearing."
Faith seemed as if she would have fallen out of the chair with laughter if she hadn't been chained to it... when she spoke it was breathless between large bursts of laughter. "You're tell me *breath* you want me to play like a good kitty *breath* so YOU can take me HOME for some extra curricular's?" More laughing.
"Well your moving in the right direction... this is a behavior modification therapy based on laughing... it just may not all be so pleasant"
"Right this is the part where I'm supposed to be scared"
"It's ok to be scared"
"I'm 5 by 5 thanks for caring"
"You ready to get started?"
"Well your gonna get you jollys one way or the other... so I guess I'm gonna go with do what you gatta do"
The moment of truth.... Aaron reached out and squeezed her thigh a few inches above her knee, a spot he knew well from his medical classes in reflex... and high school sitting beside one of the cheerleaders. From that first action it was impossible to tell if her reaction was a ticklish one or an angry one, but the moment of truth wasn't for Faith, it was for the chair. She jerked towards him "Keep your HANDS OFF ME" The entire apparatus gave out a helpless groan, the chair seemed to give slightly and relax, AAron could have swore he even saw the concrete floor swell with the pulling of the bolts... but in that terrifying instant... it held. AAron jerked back, preparing to press a panic button, but even with her maximum force Faith had failed to break the restraints. Trust in the bondage would make the rest of the session much easier... but he knew she noticed the sweat on his forehead, his increased heart rate. The game he was playing with Faith was high stakes... It might save her, but he didn't doubt that she might kill him. But he had promised Buffy... promised himself, and Faith... he had to stay on the path, wherever it lead.
"LOOK" Faith snapped, "I'm trying to be agreeable here, I am, but if this is a grope the girl experiment, can't you get a doctor in here who hasn't already got to play. I thought the broken jaw made it clear Doc, I don't want your hands on me... period."
"Well I really am sorry, but there isn't another Doctor in the Us, Britain the fun Brazilian city of Rio that wants anywhere near you, so I guess your stuck with me" He snapped back.
"great" Faith rolled her eyes at him "this is a dangerous time grow a set sweetie... cause you can lose em as quick as you got em"
Trying to use his most professional voice again though Faith was truly starting to test his patience, he sat an anatomical diagram down and marked the spot on her knee... "can you tell me how ticklish the was please Faith"
More laughter, but not of the ticklish kind, it was more in the flavor of mocking. "Oh wow, thank goodness I got the brain trust here... he's gonna break me by finding out if I'm boy crazy... or by tickling me into a little slayer puddle?"
With a fake serious face "I have been known to be boy crazy, and would it have made your big science experiment go better if I said 'teehee'? If memory serves, I do have a couple of tickle spots here and there... you gonna strip me down and get out the feather"
In a way it was promising, Faith tended to turn to sex to avoid unpleasant conversations, or to disarm people.... or to distract people before she beat them senseless. So it was only sightly promising... Aaron had to get her to calm down enough to tell the difference between her violent reactions and the genuinely ticklish ones. It wasn't like some second rate porn video were the girls would laugh and beg but barely move... if Faith was anywhere near as susceptible to tickling as Buffy had said, then she would be making some serious efforts to get away. Aaron had tickled girls that didn't have alleged super-ticklishness, and thought they would go coyote on their own leg to get away, so Faith could be a real danger.
"What do you want?" Aaron asked with a calm voice.
"Excuse me?"
"What do you want? I want to do an examination... I want you to be still... we both know you can take alot without thrashing around like a crazy women... I'm prepared to give you something you want, if you give me what I want." Aaron stated mater of factly.
Faith replied with a grin "That's alot of wants... and we both know thats not all you want from me is it sweetheart.... no I don't think so. But I'll play, I want out of these chains." She grinned.
"Something within the realm of reality, that might not cause my death?"
"Two things then?" Faith smiled slowly, there was something dangerous going on in her mind.
"ok... two things."
"Ohh your really confident in your little therapy aren't you... and your never this confident in anything unless you have a reason. So what's the down low... you hunt down my parents and they said they used to tickle little Faith as girl? Some secret weapon made of a slayers laughter that the watchers council cued you in on. First request... where did you get your little... idea. Cause lord knows it didn't come out of your playbook." Faith leaned back as much as she could in her chair, she looked so in control of the situation for someone who was chained down.
She hadn't said not to say... he was sure Ms. Summers wouldn't want her name brought up, but Faith was his patient...
"What's the second request... I don't want to give up that kind of information if I can't trust you to play ball... or if your second request is gonna be the vice presidents undisclosed location."
"Relax Dr. Worrypants, ok, when I give my word, you can trust me... and baby boy, just remember, payback is just like me. My second request will be reasonable, but Faiths version of lets make a deal is about to disqualify you for being too boring for TV if you don't let me know who's bright idea this little game was in five seconds. 5... 4.... 3... "
"Buffy Summers" Aaron said quickly not willing to risk the door closing for good.
Faith rolled her eyes, "of course, Mr. Death gives B a bad case of the giggles during some pillow talk and she can't take it so she thinks its the universal weakness of all slayers... and I get Dr. Grabbyhands with a licence to go to town... this is typical."
"Second request Faith?"
"Well, if I get all shiny and better, I wasn't a little help getting back at someone."
"I'm not going to help you kill anyone."
"No no... nothing so drastic, I'm not gonna do anything to them you wouldn't do to me. So big boy, go to town." Faith closed her eyes and relaxed in the chair.
Aaron started quickly tickling up and down her sides a bit excitedly to first get started.
"oh heeaaaahh no more no more I can't take it I'm so tickly *yawn* I'm sorry... were we again?" Faith still hadn't opened her eyes and the pleading had been in a quite mocking monotone.
"Fine, sides... low sensitivity. And Faith, I thought you said you were going to cooperate" Aaron was obviously a bit annoyed at his early failure.
"Fine... status report sir, Faith is STILL five by five." Faith smiled a bit.
His next attack was under her arms, again with a quick spidery motion all around, not taking to much care not to tickle her breasts in the process. To his surprise she didn't hide her ticklishness.. he giggled, almost sweetly and seemed to almost press into his hands. She twisted slightly and laugh.
"ok, that one does *burst of giggles* tickle a bit" she twisted he body and kept giggling, and he kept tickling, and she kept giggling, until finally... he stopped. She wasn't faking, but this wasn't what Buffy Summers had been talking about... this was what people usually thought of tickling... this was giggling and play, and it seemed from his hands on her breasts it might have even been turning her on a little, but it wasn't going to break her. And that was why, that was why she wasn't hiding it, or fighting it... She knew she was ticklish, she just thought she could take it.
Aaron paced around the room for a minute thinking... trying to ignore Faith mocking him.
"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt your pride... I know you were looking all forward to the begging and pleading and stuff, but that's not my scene. I mean you want to hurt me so good you can... if it'll make you feel better. My body is made to fight, I don't know what B's problem is, but your not gonna break me with a little bit of coohie coo. I'm sorry to disappoint, but you should know these things... you are the doctor and all."
Then it hit him, like a lightning bolt. The second he started thinking like a doctor... why was tickling torture for the ticklish. Why was it unpleasant and uncomfortable, evolution... it was a kind of defense mechanism... so how else is a slayer vulnerable... perhaps being on her back would be dangerous, so the bottoms of her feet... but above all...
leaned over and nibble tickled Faiths neck, the reaction was unlike anything he or faith had seen before... she squealed, she didn't laugh she squealed at the top of her lungs, arching her back with an incredible force that unluckily for Aaron brought the back of her head into his head knocking him backwards he didn't have time to be overjoyed with finding Faith's Achilles neck so to speak because he was fading in and out of consciousness. Just before the blackness overcame him, he recognized a shadowy shape in the door, and a familiar voice. "Glad I stopped by, I think you need lessons in the proper way to tickle a slayer."
To be continued....
oh well. I will try and pound out some more soon.
