Liv Tyler
Liv Tyler woke from a deep
sleep. She had been in her bed sleeping
soundly, when the kidnapper held a small bottle under her nose. After inhaling the contents of the bottle,
she slept for over nine hours, and an explosion would not have awakened
her. Now she lay on a padded table, with
her arms secured in straps, and either corner one end of the table. They had pulled tightly, so that they were
flat against the soft, smooth leather lining of the table. An additional strap across each elbow further
restricted movement. Her feet were
secured, about two feet apart, by two more straps at the corners of the
opposite end of the table, her feet extending just over the edge. Another strap across each knee further
restricted movement. An additional strap
around her waist hindered side to side movement, and a gag prevented her from
speaking.
She had been redressed, before being
put on the table. Instead of her
nightgown, she was wearing black leather pants, and a white long sleeved
tie-off top that left her belly exposed, and black buckle-strap pumps, with 2
1/2 inch heels. Liv tested her bonds, to
find that they were quite secure. She
tried to call for help, but the gag permitted only muffled noises. She struggled feverishly, trying to free herself, hoping it was just a nightmare, and that she would
soon wake in her bed, safe and free.
A door opened, and a man entered the
room. He was tall, and looked to be in
his mid to upper twenties.
"Hello, Liv," he spoke,
very casually. "Welcome to the
T.K.O."
He listened as she tried to voice
some requests through the gag.
"Oh, you want to know what
T.K.O. stands for," he said.
Liv was shaking her head, and making
more noise into the gag.
"Tickle King
Observatory."
All motion stopped. Liv's eyes grew to the size of golf balls,
and then the struggling re-started, much more desperately than before.
"Gee," the man spoke. "One would almost think you're
ticklish."
Liv stopped struggling and shook her
head, trying to speak again.
"Well then, why struggle so
much? I am the Tickle King. My name is Jim, and if you’re really not
ticklish, then this will be easy for you."
The Tickle King knew better. He knew for a fact that Liv Tyler was
incredibly ticklish, before he kidnapped her, and now that they had subject her
entire body to the NS1 nerve stimulator, she tons more ticklish, than she had
ever imagined being. She struggled some
more, but she could scarcely move a muscle.
She cringed as Jim leaned over the
table, and slowly moved his hands closer to her helpless
ribs. Her body surged with ticklish
sensations, the instant his hands came in contact with her ribs. It was the most intense ticklish sensation
she'd ever felt. She didn't remember
being this ticklish. She screamed into
the gag, unable to restrain it for even a second. He pulled back, as quickly as he had started.
"It tickles, doesn't
it?" He looked her in the eye, as
she nodded.
He told her about the nerve
stimulant, NS1, and what it is and does (to find out more about NS1, read
Tickle King's Got Faith in the Country Music Females section. I go into depth about it there, but I won't
do that in every story, it takes too much time). By the time the Tickle King had finished his
lecture on NS1, Liv's screams and pleas had turned to whimpers. They soon turned back to screams, as he
wiggled his fingers closer to her ribs, again.
The ticklish sensations immediately
sent her body into spasms. She screamed
wildly into the gag, and thrashed as hard as the bindings would allow (which
was not very much at all). He dug his
fingers deeply into her ribs, squeezing and wiggling them rabidly. He had to lay off a little, as Liv was almost
choking with laughter. He definitely did
not want to kill her. He had too much in
store for her. He moved his tickling up
and down her rib cage, and along her exposed belly button. He laughed at the noises she was making into
the gag. They were quite amusing.
After torturing her ribs and stomach
for about fifteen minutes, he drove his fingers up her shirt, and into her
armpits. Her body tensed even more, as
the ticklish sensations raced all over.
Liv's eyes would roll into the back of her head, and she would sway her
head, from side to side, screaming almost continuously, into the gag.
The way felt for his hands to be
between her shirt and her skin made it tickle more than it might have, had she
been topless. Jim forced his fingers up
her sleeves, tickling the backs of her arms.
Liv was ticklish in lots of places that she couldn't remember ever being
ticklish. That NS1 stuff really worked.
Tears of laughter streamed down the
side of Liv's face, as she laughed continuously, almost to the point of
hyperventilation. Just when she felt
sure than she was going to pass out, he stopped. She lay there, breathing heavily, scarcely
able to catch her breath. He had been
tickling her armpit area for about fifteen minutes.
Jim watched her as she caught her
breath. He didn't want her to pass out
yet. His favorite part was still
coming. The Tickle King loves to tickle
all spots, but his favorite spot, without a doubt, is the feet. He loves to watch their eyes, as he slowly
removed their shoes. He loves to watch
them cringe, as his fingers near their helpless feet. He loves it, when they try to move their feet
out of the way. He loves to hear the
intensity of laughter increase, because his hand is holding their foot still
while the other digs in, and they cannot move it at all. The Tickle King just love to tickle feet.
He walked to the foot of the
table. Liv knew what was coming. She tried to move her feet, as much as she
could, to keep him from being able to take off her shoes. She just didn't have the ability. He used his right hand to hold her right foot
still, while with his left, he unbuckled the strap, and slowly removed the
shoe, to reveal her milky white foot, with red painted toenails. He then followed suit on the left foot,
watching her cringe, all the time.
Liv was surging maniacally against
the bonds, long before the Tickle King's fingers ever made contact with her
soles. This let the Tickle King know
that she had indeed been extremely ticklish on her feet, before the NS1. He couldn't wait for her reaction to the way
it felt, with the NS1. He grabbed her
right foot, and used his left hand to very delicately, very slowly caress her
captive sole. He was barely touching it;
lighter than a feather. Liv was
thrashing and laughing, hysterically.
The harder and faster he tickled her
foot, the harder and faster she giggled and thrashed. He started tickling both feet. She tried her best to move her soles away
from his tickling fingers, but they followed her soles, wherever they
went. The Tickle Kings relentless,
sadistic torture, of her newly ticklish self, had already driven Liz beyond the
outer limits of sanity, and now she felt sure that death would come next. Her arms were aching from pulling against the
restraints. Her stomach and lungs were
aching, from the intense laughter.
Jim had tortured her fee, for almost
twenty minutes, before she finally passed out.
She woke in a small room, with a dim
fluorescent light over head. She lay in
a bed. Padded cuffs secured her wrists
to the headboard. A blanket lay across
her, almost up to her neck. A man walked
in with a plate of food. She was hungry. A schedule, on the wall, showed that she had
another tickle session the next day, and 3:00 in the afternoon, with someone
named Danny. Great, she thought to
herself. There's more than one.
THE END