Dave2112
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The man known to his captive as Jake readjusted his ski mask and rubbed the meaty thumb where he’d been bitten. He was amazed at the strength and resolve of the little redhead. He had to put the gun down to tie her up in a better position, and she took the opportunity to make a last-ditch attempt at escape. Not that he really expected her to do otherwise, but her ferocity surprised him. True what they said about redheads, he guessed. His partner, known only as “Mike” for now, was still gone, emptying the account of the young starlet. It still astounded him that Mike’s idea of tickling the PIN number out of her had actually worked. She tried to hold out, for what purpose he was unsure, but ultimately failed. The wriggling fingers of his partner over the bare soles of the girl proved more than she could bear, and hopefully the amount of money he’d return with would be worth it.
There was something else, though. He wasn’t just satisfied with getting the PIN. He enjoyed watching the cute prisoner interrogated like that. He wasn’t really sure why, but it even turned him on a bit. And she was here, right? Why not have a little more fun and see what this was all about? Plus, making the bitch suffer was sounding more and more like a good idea. Jake wasn’t the most stable person to begin with, but having a famous actress at his mercy was pushing him over the edge. How many times had he seen them on TV and knew he’d never have a shot at anyone that perfect. They were way too good for him, or so they thought. Yeah, Jake knew how they thought. Better than everyone, never being seen with anyone without a seven-figure income. Yet knowing this did nothing to quell his desire to have one. Even take her if he needed to.
But he didn’t need to anymore. He had a perfect victim right here. One that could take the punishment for all of them with their high and mighty lives while he was reduced to a life of crime.
His thumb started feeling better as he eyed Rachel up and down. He’d untied her from the chair and dragged her over to an old empty bed frame. Amazing what you can find in these decrepit warehouses. There was no mattress, so Jake wisely (in his own unbiased opinion of course) removed the clothing of the young actress and laid it down so she wouldn’t get poked by a spring or something. Nice guy, Jake, he thought, quite pleased with himself. Not that it didn’t take a little persuasion. Nothing a gun barrel to the temple can’t usually fix, but she started to get indignant when she got down to her underwear. Knowing he couldn’t actually follow through on his threat to kill her, yet, he managed to get halfway what he wanted and Rachel was now clad only in a pair of expensive lace panties. Just like rich people, Jake thought, even the stuff you’re never going to see has to cost a thousand dollars.
But he had to admit it was money well spent, the way the cute girl looked in them. The fact that she was tied spread-eagle to a bed frame sure helped, though. The body on this girl! You hit it good this time, old boy, he thought. Her long legs, lean and toned traveled all the way up to quite a nice ass. Her body was sensuous, tight and restrained and Jake couldn’t believe the tits on such a tiny girl.
But it was her face that really took up his focus. The fear, the wondering…the look of utter submission. Jake loved it. Her attitude had taken a complete 180 once the ropes pulled her body taut. She was his now, and he planned on having some fun.
This was where Jake got a little confused. Why did seeing her tickled rile him up so much? There were a ton of things that he was into, some of them illegal in a few states and few he couldn’t even spell. But tickling? Maybe it was the power, the control. He had calluses on his hands from striking people over the years, but he noticed something different in this form of interrogation. He’d seen a hundred victims get used to pain once you destroyed so many nerve endings, but this could be kept up for quite a while. And Mike said they couldn’t hurt her. Wuss…always been that way. Well, Mike he’d deal with later. At least they were true to their word so far. The victim was out of breath and scared, but not a mark on her.
And then there was the sexual effect. Watching the young girl squirm did something to him, and Jake was one to follow up on his hunches and try new things. And this bitch was going to be the one to try his new style out on. Kinda ironic, eh?
“Look,” Rachel said from her awkward position, “The other guy’s gone. I haven’t seen you. You can just let me go and I couldn’t do anything about you if I wanted to! Please? You’ve got my money, you’ve got…”
“Would you just SHUT UP?” Jake yelled, then calmed himself, “We don’t know if that number was good or not, do we?”
“It is, I swear it!” Rachel replied, losing her grip on her composure. She was starting to shake a little, but this only served to bring out more reptilian glares from her captor.
“We’ll see about that. In the meantime, what do you say you and I get…better acquainted?”
As he said this, he drew a gasp from the bound captive while he climbed up on the bed frame and straddled Rachel over the hips.
“Oh God, Please don’t hurt me, please?” Rachel whimpered.
“I won’t…I promise, “Jake grinned, “but tell me something…”
“Anything, what?” she said quickly, hoping that there was something she could tell him to mollify his demeanor for a while until the apparently more stable one came back.
“Why did you tell my friend your PIN number? He didn’t hurt you or anything…”
“He was tickling my feet! Didn’t you see that? Why are you asking me th-”
“So, he tickled you and told him what he wanted to know. Interesting.” Jake’s eyes almost seemed to move closer together. “So it’s that bad, huh?”
Rachel said nothing. No matter how she answered, she was screwed and she knew it. She wasn’t a psychiatrist or anything, but you didn’t need to be one to read his leading questions. He wanted to tickle her again! Why? He didn’t even want anything! She suddenly felt her stomach drop as she realized that she was alone and at the mercy of someone who just wanted to see her suffer. There was nothing she could placate him with like before.
“I asked you a question, little girl!” said Jake as he took Rachel’s chin in his hand.
Yanking her head away, Rachel answered softly, “Yeah, it’s that bad. Happy?”
“Very,” Jake replied, “so that means if I were to say…tie you to a bed and, oh I don’t know…..maybe tickle you…you’d go nuts, right?”
“ I don’t know why you’re doing this, but please don’t! You’re scaring me, really! It’s not fun, I mean it….please….??”
Rachel was growing more desperate as Jake’s intentions became clearer. The fact that he was taunting her wasn’t helping any.
Jake, however, was quite pleased with himself. He had her right where he wanted her. And now she’d pay for all of them. He placed the tips of his fingers as high up each of her slender arms as he could reach and rested them there.
“You certainly look ticklish,” he teased, “Let’s see if ol’ Jake can do this is good as Jo…MIKE did. I saw you giving him those eyes. What’sa matter…Jake not good enough for you?”
“No, please! It’s nothing like that, just lemme go….”
Jake enjoyed the way her eyes were slowly closing as he started to trail his fingers over the tight skin. He watched every reaction like it was the first time he’d seen it. In a way, it was. As his fingers traced lower and lower down Rachel’s arms, her face went through a series of changes. He could tell he was getting close to something when the hint of a forced smile appeared on her lips. As his fingertips ran lightly over the bare armpits of the bound girl, Jake saw her muscles pull against the ropes in a vain attempt to cover her vulnerable flesh. She may have been able to hold out against the foot-tickling inflicted upon her before, but this was different. As he played his fingers over the hollows of Rachel’s smooth armpits, the first giggles broke free, followed by strained laughter as he picked up the pace.
“NNnnnnnnOOOOO!!!!….C-C’mon!….HeeeHeee….OhGodSt-STTTOOPPP!!!!”
“So the little star is just as ticklish as anyone else, eh?” Jake teased, “maybe this’ll teach ya not to look down your nose so much…”
“I-I…HAAHAAHAAA….DON’T DO THAAAAATTTT!!!!!…..P-PLLLLEEEEEASE NO MORE!!!”
“Awww, come on, honey…lighten up, wouldja?”
Jake punctuated his verbal dig with a physical one. He took a single finger and pointed into her armpit, followed by the same on the other side. Poking in a little at a time, he felt her body under the skin react as he hit a particularly sensitive set of nerves. Not one to leave well enough alone, Jake started rubbing the fingers back and forth, faster and faster. He was like a kid with a new toy and was truly enjoying the different levels of control he could inflict upon his helpless captive.
“OHSHITNOOOOOO!!!!…HAAHAHAHHAAAAAAAA…AAAIIGGGHHHH!!!!!!…PLEASESTOPPLEEEAAASSSEEEE!!!!!!!……ICAN’TTAKEITNOOOOOOO!!!!!….HAAAHAAHAAHEEHEEHAA!”
Jake was growing less and less interested in taunting the young woman and more intent on the actual torment. Born from a childhood of quiet desperation, his need to control was taking over. The fact that he’d found a new way to do it only added to his pleasure. Crossing one arm over the other, he attacked Rachel’s left armpit with both hands. Her laughter bordered on screaming as the ticklish skin sent shockwaves throughout her body. Pinned as she was under the weight of Jake’s body and held motionless by the cruel ropes, Rachel was slipping deeper into helplessness. Her armpits were exposed to whatever he chose to do to them.
As was the rest of her body.
This fact wasn’t lost on Jake. He continued tickling under her arms for several minutes, changing from one to the other, always keeping her off guard. As the tickling increased in intensity, his position changed as well. He was slowly drifting down her body. He tickled the sides of her large breasts in a light fluttering motion that threatened to drive the girl insane.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!…HEEEHEEEHHAAAAAA!!!!…..ICAN’TSTTAAAAANDIT!!!!!!!….HAAHAAHAAHAAHAHEEEHAAAAAAA…AAAIIGGHHHHHHH!!!!”
Jake was staring intently into her twisted face as he dropped his hands over her ribs, tight against the skin that held them in. The tautness of the bondage pressed her ribs outward, and each one was available for individual torment.
“Bet you’re ticklish here…..” he said as he lowered his eyes from her face to her body.
“NO! PLEASE DON’T! NOOOOOO!!!!”
“When are going to learn that I love it when you beg?” Jake said matter-of-factly. He was having fun with his toy, and that’s what she’d become to him. Rachel was beginning to feel the same way. Nothing she’d done, nothing she’d accomplished mattered at all right now. She could have been anyone, a faceless body for this individual’s enjoyment.
Jake clawed his hands over her small ribcage and started a slow massage. Her jerks were pleasing him to no end. He reveled in the way he could make her jump by giving her a quick squeeze, then scream by digging in.
“So, you want MORE?….MORE?….MORE??” Jake asked as he punctuated each taunt with a squeeze. Rachel’s body convulsed against the bonds, but to no avail. There was nowhere to go.
“AAAIIGGHH!!!!….AIIIGGHHH….AAAIIIGGHHH!!!!!!…..OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!!!!……HAAA HAAAAA HAAAA HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
Jake began placing a single fingertip between each rib and tickling the soft flesh there. Soon his hands were a blur of motion as Rachel’s ticklish ribcage fell victim to torment previously unimagined. She tried squirming, she tried arching her back, she tried desperately to turn her body away. But every time she managed a few inches of movement, Jake’s hands followed her. She was slipping into silence as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her hitching breath and ragged screams did nothing but provoke Jake into more tickling and control. His revenge against the “beautiful people”, as he called them, was being taken out on her, and he was nowhere close to being sated.
But even Jake knew that he was going to lose her soon if he didn’t give her a short rest. As he backed off, he took the greatest pleasure in his life at seeing her beautiful face twisted and listless. It was as if even the facial muscles of his captive were giving out. He sat back on his thighs and enjoyed what he’d created. As she regained her breath, he couldn’t resist taunting her more. He had more to do, and he wanted her to fear him, to fear what he was going to do. Of course, he could just do it, but where was the fun in that? It was the begging that got to him. He’d heard it from a hundred victims before he put a bullet in their head, and he never stopped liking it. He wasn’t sure if even “Mike” knew how much he really enjoyed this kind of thing, and cared little at this point.
“Getting your breath back, sweetie?” He asked.
“Y-Yes……P-please no….more……please just…..st-stop……”
Rachel came within an inch of offering sex to the twisted freak, but something within her was still resistant to that final violation. He’d have to kill her first. Truth be told, she was torn greatly between begging to be let go and playing along. The longer she could be his tickle-toy, or whatever he perceived her to be, the more chance she had of rescue. She couldn’t believe she was actually thinking this, but she prayed for Mike’s return. He seemed to be somewhat stable, if criminal. True, it was Mike who first started tickling her…but he’d WANTED something from her. This creep was doing it just to see her suffer. She remembered a few brief instances of tension between her two captors, and her only remaining hope was that Mike’s wish to disappear quickly would win out over Jake’s desire for….well, whatever it was he was doing.
“You’re not done, you know….” Jake said, breaking Rachel out of her reverie.
“Please, Mister….I don’t know what you want, but I can’t take anymore! You’re going to kill me, and then you’ll have a dead body on your hands. Do you want that?”
“Missy,” Jake drawled, “do you think I really care at this point? You think you can talk your way out of this just because you’re famous?”
Rachel was surprised at how quickly her anger came back. She was desperate, and desperate people often say desperate things.
“Godammit! Do I look very famous to you right now? I didn’t DO anything to YOU! I’m sorry if you hate rich people or women or stars or whatever it is that you hate…but it’s NOT MY FAULT!!!”
As soon as Rachel had said this, she realized her error. Jake’s face went from the playful, if demented, countenance he’d maintained so far…and into something that looked evil.
“It’s….all….your….fault…” Jake said slowly, staring right into Rachel’s tear-streaked eyes, “you and everyone like you. One percent of the population controlling Ninety-nine percent of the resources…” Jake wasn’t even really sure what that meant, but his overbearing father had said it a lot, and he got the general gist of the intention.
Rachel saw that he’d changed and her fear quickly replaced her short-lived courage.
“I-I’m sorry! I mean it! I don’t know your story, I apologize. It had to be tough, growing up the way you did…always having to--”
“YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME!!!” Jake roared. The flinch from his captive calmed him quickly, and the man called Jake slipped back into what he referred to as “slither-mode”. Cool and collected. And One Hundred Percent in control.
It was these quick changes that worried Rachel more than anything. There was no reasoning with this man. She was trying desperately to think of a way to get into his head when she felt what she feared.
His hands on her waist.
“You’re really sexy, you know?” Jake said, more to himself than to his hostage, “I have to admit, you spoiled brats DO know how to take care of these precious bodies you cash in on. I’ll bet you’re ticklish here, aren’t you?”
“P-Please…” Rachel started.
“I said…..Aren’t you?” Jake asked again.
Rachel could only think that making him happy might keep her alive until someone, anyone…even the other thief arrived.
“Yes,” she said in a low voice, “I am.”
“I thought so,” Jake said, “I feel like playing, don’t you?”
Rachel said nothing, could think of nothing, and didn’t really need to. For all of Jake’s lack of high intelligence, he was a master of the rhetorical question. She felt the fingers of her captor stroking her sides before she could even respond.
Jake was running his fingertips, clawed and tight, up and down the curve of the helpless girl’s waist. It was an even, slow motion that built up little by little. He ran his hands around her back, over her sides and around the front of her tight belly. It was when he started wriggling his fingers that Rachel was thrust once again into forced laughter.
“Heee Heeee….NoPLEASE!!!!….stopitstopitSTOPITNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!….HEE HEE HEE…HAAHAHAHAHHAAAA!!!”
Jake was in his own world again, once again the tormentor, once again in control. Where the tickling was fun before, now it was really getting him hot. He loved the way the helpless girl’s body undulated underneath him. Her belly sucked in, hitching and quivering as he tickled her. His fingers became stiffer as his tickling took on a more torturous aspect. Jake was new to this particular form of torment, but it didn’t take him long to figure out that the muscles under the skin were where he could really do some damage. He felt her body under her skin quiver against his fingers as he started to slowly dig in. Her soft sides were his playthings as he tickled her at a spot on her waist that made her try to jump through the roof.
“AAAIIIGGGHHHH!!!!!!…NONONONONONONNONOOOOOO!!!!!!…..PLEASESTOPPLEEEAASSSEEEE!!!!…HAAAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!”
Rachel’s screams were music to the ears of one particular thief and all-around self-proclaimed bad guy as he searched the surface of her soft belly. Her hipbones stuck out against the golden flesh and were too tempting a target to be ignored. The tender skin above the hard bone was loaded with nerve endings that poor Rachel never knew existed…and discovered in a way she prayed she would never have to repeat.
Jake’s fingertips found this soft place and took full advantage. He placed his thumbs around the back of her slim waist and his fingers in front. He gave Rachel a sharp, arch-eyed glance and then dug in. Rachel would have shot through the roof if she could have, but Jake’s weight and the unyielding ropes held her down, helpless against the torture.
“AAAIIGGHHHH!!!!!!….NOPLEEEEAAASSEEEEE!!!!!!…HAAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!…ICAN’TSTAAAAAANNNNNNDIT!!!!!NOMOREPLEASENOMOOOOOOOOORREEE!!!!!…..OOOOOHHHHHH….OOOOO……HHHHHAAAHHAAAAAAHAHAHAHEEEEHAHAAA…..AAAIIGGHHHH!!!”
As Jake tickled the helpless starlet, he felt himself cross a boundary that he was powerless to step back over. Tickling the girl, watching her squirm helplessly, hearing her pleas and pitiful begging had pushed him past the limits of his self-control. He no longer cared about physical evidence or hurting his captive. He wanted her. Now.
His left hand continued tickling Rachel’s slim waist as his right sipped under her panties. Unable to pull them off from the position he was in, he grasped them tightly and started to back off of his thighs, pulling at his own belt along the way.
Rachel had one thought that shone through the torture that threatened to rob her of her sanity. He was going to rape her. She prayed that it wouldn’t come to this…
Rachel and Jake both jumped at the metallic sound of the warehouse door opening and then slamming shut.
It was Mike. And he had a gun trained on what Rachel prayed was Jake’s head and not hers.
“Off! Now!” were the only two words Mike said.
Rachel was in a state of utter disbelief at her own feelings. Her captor had become her hero, at least for the moment. No script she’d ever read could have prepared her for that double-sided emotion. She saw Jake’s eyes narrow under his mask.
And then she noticed Mike. No mask. He must have been as surprised at Jake’s actions as she was. Perhaps he expected her to still be tied to the chair, her back to the door. The current situation had changed all that.
“What the FUCK?” Jake spat.
“What the hell is WRONG with you?!?!?” Mike hissed, “You want her running to the cops with your DNA all over her? You just fucked everything up, man…”
The tension was thicker than the sharpest blade could cut as the three residents of a dilapidated warehouse trained their gazes on each other. Each with their own though, each with their own confusion, each wondering how this mess would play out.
And each with a lot to lose.
There was something else, though. He wasn’t just satisfied with getting the PIN. He enjoyed watching the cute prisoner interrogated like that. He wasn’t really sure why, but it even turned him on a bit. And she was here, right? Why not have a little more fun and see what this was all about? Plus, making the bitch suffer was sounding more and more like a good idea. Jake wasn’t the most stable person to begin with, but having a famous actress at his mercy was pushing him over the edge. How many times had he seen them on TV and knew he’d never have a shot at anyone that perfect. They were way too good for him, or so they thought. Yeah, Jake knew how they thought. Better than everyone, never being seen with anyone without a seven-figure income. Yet knowing this did nothing to quell his desire to have one. Even take her if he needed to.
But he didn’t need to anymore. He had a perfect victim right here. One that could take the punishment for all of them with their high and mighty lives while he was reduced to a life of crime.
His thumb started feeling better as he eyed Rachel up and down. He’d untied her from the chair and dragged her over to an old empty bed frame. Amazing what you can find in these decrepit warehouses. There was no mattress, so Jake wisely (in his own unbiased opinion of course) removed the clothing of the young actress and laid it down so she wouldn’t get poked by a spring or something. Nice guy, Jake, he thought, quite pleased with himself. Not that it didn’t take a little persuasion. Nothing a gun barrel to the temple can’t usually fix, but she started to get indignant when she got down to her underwear. Knowing he couldn’t actually follow through on his threat to kill her, yet, he managed to get halfway what he wanted and Rachel was now clad only in a pair of expensive lace panties. Just like rich people, Jake thought, even the stuff you’re never going to see has to cost a thousand dollars.
But he had to admit it was money well spent, the way the cute girl looked in them. The fact that she was tied spread-eagle to a bed frame sure helped, though. The body on this girl! You hit it good this time, old boy, he thought. Her long legs, lean and toned traveled all the way up to quite a nice ass. Her body was sensuous, tight and restrained and Jake couldn’t believe the tits on such a tiny girl.
But it was her face that really took up his focus. The fear, the wondering…the look of utter submission. Jake loved it. Her attitude had taken a complete 180 once the ropes pulled her body taut. She was his now, and he planned on having some fun.
This was where Jake got a little confused. Why did seeing her tickled rile him up so much? There were a ton of things that he was into, some of them illegal in a few states and few he couldn’t even spell. But tickling? Maybe it was the power, the control. He had calluses on his hands from striking people over the years, but he noticed something different in this form of interrogation. He’d seen a hundred victims get used to pain once you destroyed so many nerve endings, but this could be kept up for quite a while. And Mike said they couldn’t hurt her. Wuss…always been that way. Well, Mike he’d deal with later. At least they were true to their word so far. The victim was out of breath and scared, but not a mark on her.
And then there was the sexual effect. Watching the young girl squirm did something to him, and Jake was one to follow up on his hunches and try new things. And this bitch was going to be the one to try his new style out on. Kinda ironic, eh?
“Look,” Rachel said from her awkward position, “The other guy’s gone. I haven’t seen you. You can just let me go and I couldn’t do anything about you if I wanted to! Please? You’ve got my money, you’ve got…”
“Would you just SHUT UP?” Jake yelled, then calmed himself, “We don’t know if that number was good or not, do we?”
“It is, I swear it!” Rachel replied, losing her grip on her composure. She was starting to shake a little, but this only served to bring out more reptilian glares from her captor.
“We’ll see about that. In the meantime, what do you say you and I get…better acquainted?”
As he said this, he drew a gasp from the bound captive while he climbed up on the bed frame and straddled Rachel over the hips.
“Oh God, Please don’t hurt me, please?” Rachel whimpered.
“I won’t…I promise, “Jake grinned, “but tell me something…”
“Anything, what?” she said quickly, hoping that there was something she could tell him to mollify his demeanor for a while until the apparently more stable one came back.
“Why did you tell my friend your PIN number? He didn’t hurt you or anything…”
“He was tickling my feet! Didn’t you see that? Why are you asking me th-”
“So, he tickled you and told him what he wanted to know. Interesting.” Jake’s eyes almost seemed to move closer together. “So it’s that bad, huh?”
Rachel said nothing. No matter how she answered, she was screwed and she knew it. She wasn’t a psychiatrist or anything, but you didn’t need to be one to read his leading questions. He wanted to tickle her again! Why? He didn’t even want anything! She suddenly felt her stomach drop as she realized that she was alone and at the mercy of someone who just wanted to see her suffer. There was nothing she could placate him with like before.
“I asked you a question, little girl!” said Jake as he took Rachel’s chin in his hand.
Yanking her head away, Rachel answered softly, “Yeah, it’s that bad. Happy?”
“Very,” Jake replied, “so that means if I were to say…tie you to a bed and, oh I don’t know…..maybe tickle you…you’d go nuts, right?”
“ I don’t know why you’re doing this, but please don’t! You’re scaring me, really! It’s not fun, I mean it….please….??”
Rachel was growing more desperate as Jake’s intentions became clearer. The fact that he was taunting her wasn’t helping any.
Jake, however, was quite pleased with himself. He had her right where he wanted her. And now she’d pay for all of them. He placed the tips of his fingers as high up each of her slender arms as he could reach and rested them there.
“You certainly look ticklish,” he teased, “Let’s see if ol’ Jake can do this is good as Jo…MIKE did. I saw you giving him those eyes. What’sa matter…Jake not good enough for you?”
“No, please! It’s nothing like that, just lemme go….”
Jake enjoyed the way her eyes were slowly closing as he started to trail his fingers over the tight skin. He watched every reaction like it was the first time he’d seen it. In a way, it was. As his fingers traced lower and lower down Rachel’s arms, her face went through a series of changes. He could tell he was getting close to something when the hint of a forced smile appeared on her lips. As his fingertips ran lightly over the bare armpits of the bound girl, Jake saw her muscles pull against the ropes in a vain attempt to cover her vulnerable flesh. She may have been able to hold out against the foot-tickling inflicted upon her before, but this was different. As he played his fingers over the hollows of Rachel’s smooth armpits, the first giggles broke free, followed by strained laughter as he picked up the pace.
“NNnnnnnnOOOOO!!!!….C-C’mon!….HeeeHeee….OhGodSt-STTTOOPPP!!!!”
“So the little star is just as ticklish as anyone else, eh?” Jake teased, “maybe this’ll teach ya not to look down your nose so much…”
“I-I…HAAHAAHAAA….DON’T DO THAAAAATTTT!!!!!…..P-PLLLLEEEEEASE NO MORE!!!”
“Awww, come on, honey…lighten up, wouldja?”
Jake punctuated his verbal dig with a physical one. He took a single finger and pointed into her armpit, followed by the same on the other side. Poking in a little at a time, he felt her body under the skin react as he hit a particularly sensitive set of nerves. Not one to leave well enough alone, Jake started rubbing the fingers back and forth, faster and faster. He was like a kid with a new toy and was truly enjoying the different levels of control he could inflict upon his helpless captive.
“OHSHITNOOOOOO!!!!…HAAHAHAHHAAAAAAAA…AAAIIGGGHHHH!!!!!!…PLEASESTOPPLEEEAAASSSEEEE!!!!!!!……ICAN’TTAKEITNOOOOOOO!!!!!….HAAAHAAHAAHEEHEEHAA!”
Jake was growing less and less interested in taunting the young woman and more intent on the actual torment. Born from a childhood of quiet desperation, his need to control was taking over. The fact that he’d found a new way to do it only added to his pleasure. Crossing one arm over the other, he attacked Rachel’s left armpit with both hands. Her laughter bordered on screaming as the ticklish skin sent shockwaves throughout her body. Pinned as she was under the weight of Jake’s body and held motionless by the cruel ropes, Rachel was slipping deeper into helplessness. Her armpits were exposed to whatever he chose to do to them.
As was the rest of her body.
This fact wasn’t lost on Jake. He continued tickling under her arms for several minutes, changing from one to the other, always keeping her off guard. As the tickling increased in intensity, his position changed as well. He was slowly drifting down her body. He tickled the sides of her large breasts in a light fluttering motion that threatened to drive the girl insane.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!…HEEEHEEEHHAAAAAA!!!!…..ICAN’TSTTAAAAANDIT!!!!!!!….HAAHAAHAAHAAHAHEEEHAAAAAAA…AAAIIGGHHHHHHH!!!!”
Jake was staring intently into her twisted face as he dropped his hands over her ribs, tight against the skin that held them in. The tautness of the bondage pressed her ribs outward, and each one was available for individual torment.
“Bet you’re ticklish here…..” he said as he lowered his eyes from her face to her body.
“NO! PLEASE DON’T! NOOOOOO!!!!”
“When are going to learn that I love it when you beg?” Jake said matter-of-factly. He was having fun with his toy, and that’s what she’d become to him. Rachel was beginning to feel the same way. Nothing she’d done, nothing she’d accomplished mattered at all right now. She could have been anyone, a faceless body for this individual’s enjoyment.
Jake clawed his hands over her small ribcage and started a slow massage. Her jerks were pleasing him to no end. He reveled in the way he could make her jump by giving her a quick squeeze, then scream by digging in.
“So, you want MORE?….MORE?….MORE??” Jake asked as he punctuated each taunt with a squeeze. Rachel’s body convulsed against the bonds, but to no avail. There was nowhere to go.
“AAAIIGGHH!!!!….AIIIGGHHH….AAAIIIGGHHH!!!!!!…..OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!!!!……HAAA HAAAAA HAAAA HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
Jake began placing a single fingertip between each rib and tickling the soft flesh there. Soon his hands were a blur of motion as Rachel’s ticklish ribcage fell victim to torment previously unimagined. She tried squirming, she tried arching her back, she tried desperately to turn her body away. But every time she managed a few inches of movement, Jake’s hands followed her. She was slipping into silence as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her hitching breath and ragged screams did nothing but provoke Jake into more tickling and control. His revenge against the “beautiful people”, as he called them, was being taken out on her, and he was nowhere close to being sated.
But even Jake knew that he was going to lose her soon if he didn’t give her a short rest. As he backed off, he took the greatest pleasure in his life at seeing her beautiful face twisted and listless. It was as if even the facial muscles of his captive were giving out. He sat back on his thighs and enjoyed what he’d created. As she regained her breath, he couldn’t resist taunting her more. He had more to do, and he wanted her to fear him, to fear what he was going to do. Of course, he could just do it, but where was the fun in that? It was the begging that got to him. He’d heard it from a hundred victims before he put a bullet in their head, and he never stopped liking it. He wasn’t sure if even “Mike” knew how much he really enjoyed this kind of thing, and cared little at this point.
“Getting your breath back, sweetie?” He asked.
“Y-Yes……P-please no….more……please just…..st-stop……”
Rachel came within an inch of offering sex to the twisted freak, but something within her was still resistant to that final violation. He’d have to kill her first. Truth be told, she was torn greatly between begging to be let go and playing along. The longer she could be his tickle-toy, or whatever he perceived her to be, the more chance she had of rescue. She couldn’t believe she was actually thinking this, but she prayed for Mike’s return. He seemed to be somewhat stable, if criminal. True, it was Mike who first started tickling her…but he’d WANTED something from her. This creep was doing it just to see her suffer. She remembered a few brief instances of tension between her two captors, and her only remaining hope was that Mike’s wish to disappear quickly would win out over Jake’s desire for….well, whatever it was he was doing.
“You’re not done, you know….” Jake said, breaking Rachel out of her reverie.
“Please, Mister….I don’t know what you want, but I can’t take anymore! You’re going to kill me, and then you’ll have a dead body on your hands. Do you want that?”
“Missy,” Jake drawled, “do you think I really care at this point? You think you can talk your way out of this just because you’re famous?”
Rachel was surprised at how quickly her anger came back. She was desperate, and desperate people often say desperate things.
“Godammit! Do I look very famous to you right now? I didn’t DO anything to YOU! I’m sorry if you hate rich people or women or stars or whatever it is that you hate…but it’s NOT MY FAULT!!!”
As soon as Rachel had said this, she realized her error. Jake’s face went from the playful, if demented, countenance he’d maintained so far…and into something that looked evil.
“It’s….all….your….fault…” Jake said slowly, staring right into Rachel’s tear-streaked eyes, “you and everyone like you. One percent of the population controlling Ninety-nine percent of the resources…” Jake wasn’t even really sure what that meant, but his overbearing father had said it a lot, and he got the general gist of the intention.
Rachel saw that he’d changed and her fear quickly replaced her short-lived courage.
“I-I’m sorry! I mean it! I don’t know your story, I apologize. It had to be tough, growing up the way you did…always having to--”
“YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME!!!” Jake roared. The flinch from his captive calmed him quickly, and the man called Jake slipped back into what he referred to as “slither-mode”. Cool and collected. And One Hundred Percent in control.
It was these quick changes that worried Rachel more than anything. There was no reasoning with this man. She was trying desperately to think of a way to get into his head when she felt what she feared.
His hands on her waist.
“You’re really sexy, you know?” Jake said, more to himself than to his hostage, “I have to admit, you spoiled brats DO know how to take care of these precious bodies you cash in on. I’ll bet you’re ticklish here, aren’t you?”
“P-Please…” Rachel started.
“I said…..Aren’t you?” Jake asked again.
Rachel could only think that making him happy might keep her alive until someone, anyone…even the other thief arrived.
“Yes,” she said in a low voice, “I am.”
“I thought so,” Jake said, “I feel like playing, don’t you?”
Rachel said nothing, could think of nothing, and didn’t really need to. For all of Jake’s lack of high intelligence, he was a master of the rhetorical question. She felt the fingers of her captor stroking her sides before she could even respond.
Jake was running his fingertips, clawed and tight, up and down the curve of the helpless girl’s waist. It was an even, slow motion that built up little by little. He ran his hands around her back, over her sides and around the front of her tight belly. It was when he started wriggling his fingers that Rachel was thrust once again into forced laughter.
“Heee Heeee….NoPLEASE!!!!….stopitstopitSTOPITNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!….HEE HEE HEE…HAAHAHAHAHHAAAA!!!”
Jake was in his own world again, once again the tormentor, once again in control. Where the tickling was fun before, now it was really getting him hot. He loved the way the helpless girl’s body undulated underneath him. Her belly sucked in, hitching and quivering as he tickled her. His fingers became stiffer as his tickling took on a more torturous aspect. Jake was new to this particular form of torment, but it didn’t take him long to figure out that the muscles under the skin were where he could really do some damage. He felt her body under her skin quiver against his fingers as he started to slowly dig in. Her soft sides were his playthings as he tickled her at a spot on her waist that made her try to jump through the roof.
“AAAIIIGGGHHHH!!!!!!…NONONONONONONNONOOOOOO!!!!!!…..PLEASESTOPPLEEEAASSSEEEE!!!!…HAAAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!”
Rachel’s screams were music to the ears of one particular thief and all-around self-proclaimed bad guy as he searched the surface of her soft belly. Her hipbones stuck out against the golden flesh and were too tempting a target to be ignored. The tender skin above the hard bone was loaded with nerve endings that poor Rachel never knew existed…and discovered in a way she prayed she would never have to repeat.
Jake’s fingertips found this soft place and took full advantage. He placed his thumbs around the back of her slim waist and his fingers in front. He gave Rachel a sharp, arch-eyed glance and then dug in. Rachel would have shot through the roof if she could have, but Jake’s weight and the unyielding ropes held her down, helpless against the torture.
“AAAIIGGHHHH!!!!!!….NOPLEEEEAAASSEEEEE!!!!!!…HAAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!…ICAN’TSTAAAAAANNNNNNDIT!!!!!NOMOREPLEASENOMOOOOOOOOORREEE!!!!!…..OOOOOHHHHHH….OOOOO……HHHHHAAAHHAAAAAAHAHAHAHEEEEHAHAAA…..AAAIIGGHHHH!!!”
As Jake tickled the helpless starlet, he felt himself cross a boundary that he was powerless to step back over. Tickling the girl, watching her squirm helplessly, hearing her pleas and pitiful begging had pushed him past the limits of his self-control. He no longer cared about physical evidence or hurting his captive. He wanted her. Now.
His left hand continued tickling Rachel’s slim waist as his right sipped under her panties. Unable to pull them off from the position he was in, he grasped them tightly and started to back off of his thighs, pulling at his own belt along the way.
Rachel had one thought that shone through the torture that threatened to rob her of her sanity. He was going to rape her. She prayed that it wouldn’t come to this…
Rachel and Jake both jumped at the metallic sound of the warehouse door opening and then slamming shut.
It was Mike. And he had a gun trained on what Rachel prayed was Jake’s head and not hers.
“Off! Now!” were the only two words Mike said.
Rachel was in a state of utter disbelief at her own feelings. Her captor had become her hero, at least for the moment. No script she’d ever read could have prepared her for that double-sided emotion. She saw Jake’s eyes narrow under his mask.
And then she noticed Mike. No mask. He must have been as surprised at Jake’s actions as she was. Perhaps he expected her to still be tied to the chair, her back to the door. The current situation had changed all that.
“What the FUCK?” Jake spat.
“What the hell is WRONG with you?!?!?” Mike hissed, “You want her running to the cops with your DNA all over her? You just fucked everything up, man…”
The tension was thicker than the sharpest blade could cut as the three residents of a dilapidated warehouse trained their gazes on each other. Each with their own though, each with their own confusion, each wondering how this mess would play out.
And each with a lot to lose.
