Alice wasn't a bad person or child, not by a long shot. Sure, she smoked a bit of pot and partied once in a while, but nothing major. She followed almost every rule, and the only time she was ever tickled at school was by her peers. And she was fine with that. Alice hated getting tickled, which was the biggest reason she was such a delightful child in the face of authority and peers alike. However, when it came to following the rules, almost wasn't good enough for her parents. When they found out that she had sneaked out of her house one night to go to a party, they were outraged. Before she even made it home, her parents decided that she would be sold into tickle slavery.
Whenever Alice got home that night, her parents immediately grabbed her, stripped her to her underwear and tied her down on the rack in their basement from their days of owning their own tickle slave. The sadistic couple sawed feathers between their daughter's toes, applied hairbrushes to her soles, squeezed her thighs, blew raspberries on her bellybutton, spider tickled her ribs and finally found her most ticklish spot: her ridiculously ticklish armpits. Once they found that out, Alice's vindictive mother spent the rest of the night torturing her underarms using everything from nails to her tongue to Alice's own long blonde hair while Alice's father filled out the paperwork to get Alice into the hands of a master or mistress who would crush any disobedience in her.
When dawn finally broke and her parents went to bed, Alice sobbed bitterly. How could her own parents do this to her? She thought of anything she could do to spite them, but soon she herself fell asleep. She awoke to find herself being uncuffed from the rack, and grabbed roughly by her parents. They told her that she was going to be a slave for two years. Alice was dumbstruck. As Alice was jerked to the door, Alice's mother put a collar on her neck with a tag on it identifying her. She was put in wrist and ankle cuffs. She was carried outside where a van was waiting. A man in a black suit gave Alice's father a check and the last thing Alice heard from the small talk exchanged was "Maybe this will teach the girl some obedience!"
Alice, tears streaming down her face, stood up as best she could and spat in her father's face before shuffling over to the van. The suited man assisted her into the back without saying a word. The back of the van had a plush seat and seemed to be meant to transport one tickle slave at a time. There was a slot between the driver and the back. Other than that, there were no windows. Alice sat in the seat, arms behind her back, still in her pink bra and panties, and wondered what would happen to her.
Eventually, the driver opened the slot between his seat and the back and started to talk.
"Most girls I transport don't have that kind of fight in them," he said
Alice looked up and glared at him through the rear view mirror (why that was in a van with no windows was beyond her).
"Oh, don't be like that. It's not a difficult life. You get taken care of and pampered for two years. And hey, your new owner is probably much less stern than your parents. Speaking of that, we're nearly there."
"Who owns me now?" Alice asked, speaking for the first time since she'd woke up.
The driver turned to face her and said
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