Rebecca glared as hard as she could. Being tickled by this man for months? Out of the question! "Hmph, you should give up now while you're at it; I'm not even ticklish! You won't even get as much as a giggle from me, so I'd let me out if I were you. I have a lot of friends and when they find me here, then you'll be sorry! The police will be notified as well. You'll get arrested and face charges for kidnapping," the graduate-to-be spat. She prayed that the man took her bluff and conceded, but the emotionless look on her captor didn't seem to help her much. Regardless, she kept her tough act, hardening her face. "If you let me out this instance, maybe I'll forget everything that happened and won't press charges." It all boiled down to this. "So...what will you do?"
The room stayed silent for a minute, as if time froze. Then, a chuckle emerged from the masked man. His chuckle grew to quiet laughter and then he exploded into gut-wrenching guffaws. "Haahaahahaa! That's the most hilarious thing I've ever heard!" He clutched his sides and wiped a few tears from his eyes.
"What's so funny?" Rebecca demanded, growing more confused by his reaction.
"You-" his voice stuttered as he endeavored to retain his mirth, "you actually think that someone will come to your rescue! Hahaaha, you are quite the delusional one!" The man slapped his knee in vigorous laughter while Rebecca watched on with irritation. Eventually, his laughter died down. "I'm afraid that won't be happening anytime soon. You see, we are a hundred feet below the actual ground - no one can hear you down here, even if you scream. If any of your friends even manage to find you in this dungeon, I would be very impressed."
Rebecca's shoulders slumped at that; it looked like her hopes of escaping were dashed. However, her determination remained unfazed. "Well, that doesn't change the fact that you won't get me laughing! Tickle me all you want, but don't be disappointed when you don't obtain what you want."
Her kidnapper looked amused. "Is that so?"
The man leisurely strode towards Rebecca and wrapped an arm around her bare waist. The girl could smell his repugnant odor once more, but that was the least of her worries. For a second there, the captive thought he was going to start tickling her again, so she tensed. Only when he untangled his hold, did she loosen her limbs. Her torturer walked past her, arms folded in deep thought.
"I've tickled many women like you, possibly hundreds. Always thinking they could take my sessions and not as much as blink. Let me tell you something here, girlie; they were wrong." He seized for something in his bag, but Rebecca couldn't see what it was since the man had his back turned. "You see, they forget that I have many tricks in my arsenal. Tricks that could turn them into giggling schoolgirls in a matter of seconds. Truth be told, I have never met a woman can resist my methods. The best I've seen withstood for a solid 3 hours, but even she broke in the end."
Meanwhile, Rebecca found herself gaping at what she was told. 3 hours of nonstop tickling? She reckoned he was kidding about keeping her for months. Now, the half-naked lass' confidence suddenly grew much smaller.
The torturer turned around with a bottle in his hand. Rebecca's skin crawled as she read the label: "Sensitive Oil Treatment". The picture on the container was that of a young toddler getting his armpits teased whilst he was laughing with tears in the corner of his eyes. Rebecca soon realized that she would be receiving the same treatment as the boy in the picture and she quickly began twisting in her bonds.
"Oho, what happened to all that courage earlier? Weren't you the one who said you wouldn't even giggle? Don't tell me after all that big talk, you're chickening out!" the man said, smearing his hands with the baby oil. The damp, squishy noise prompted Rebecca to slightly wince; she did not want to covered in that oil. "Oh, you're gonna be quite the shiny princess after I'm done. Such smooth skin you have - already ticklish, I can tell. But, let's see how ticklish it's gonna get." His hands, now moist and sticky, itched in anticipation. "How about your armpits first?"
"No! Please, I'm very ticklish! Not the armp-hahaha!"
The man slowly coated Rebecca's underarms with the substance, lazily taking his time to ensure that every inch was covered. The girl found it difficult to hold her laughter in and immediately burst into fits of giggles. Her armpits tingled in glitter, so much so that the captor couldn't help but dig his fingers in to tease the delicate skin. The result was eminent; Rebecca shrilled with laughter and wobbled her legs in a frenzy. Her neck was next, then her tummy and belly button, and finally her thighs and feet - though it was slightly hard to reach. The masked individual would occasionally sneak a few pinches at Rebecca's bare flesh to keep her on her toes. Oh, how she hated those and would screech at every touch.
The tormentor's hands withdrew; it was done. Rebecca's body - from top to bottom - was anointed with the cold oil. She could sense that her skin grew more sensitive, if the many pinches didn't prove that enough. She didn't want to admit it, but the oil treatment felt rather enjoyable. His hands had a pleasant warmth to it...and she would have enjoyed it more if it weren't for those damned squeezes.
"You are beautiful," came the sudden remark from Rebecca's kidnapper.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, creep," the latter responded.
"Heh, I suppose so."
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