Tickle Ward

Tickle Ward

The room wasn’t familiar with her eyes closed, she began to wriggle around on the bed realising straight away her wrists and ankles were bound. The smell in the room stank of old medicines and cleansers which made her nose twitch. She thought to open her eyes, she sensed that no one was in the room so no one would be able to attack her in this state whilst she was awake. She opened seeing a dim light shining down lighting the room slightly. She examined were she was, it looked like a patient room in a hospital. Why was she there? She pulled at the belted leather straps holding her down snugly. She didn’t know what to think at first, her head seemed a little bit messy from what had been covering her mouth and nose knocking her out completely when she was in her house. Someone brought her here…but who and why?

She turned seeing a window out to a hallway, if someone were to see her, maybe they’d help….or maybe they’d torture her. She didn’t want to take the risk but it seemed too late as the door had slid open with a young man entering.

He was about 6 foot tall, handsome features, lean built though was covered up by the lab coat. Looked to be in his early 20’s. He had ruffled brown hair and green eyes that shined beautifully. Glasses that were sat on the end of his nose as he read the clipboard in his right hand. He fiddled with a pencil that was perched on his left ear not noticing the bound girl on the bed at first.

He stepped over, not raising his head to the young girl. She didn’t think to speak, nor move. She had no idea what he could pull out. She lay and watched him stand next to the bed mumbling to himself some of the notes that were contained in the file on his clipboard.

She rested her head down twitching here and there from the nervousness flowing through her body.

“Hello, My names Doctor Linkmill.” The voice of the male had said cheerfully. The girl raised her head looking at him deep into the eyes, how could he be so cheerful? Was this some kind of insane asylum? When did she go insane? When did someone think she may have been insane?

She gulped hard thinking to answer back, but her voice seemed to be trapped in her throat.

He smiled as if he were happy to see her as he leaned in pulling his glasses down more to get a good look, “Don’t worry, everything’s going to be juuuuust fine.”

She shuddered at the failed to be reassured comment as she wriggled in the straps a little grunting as she did.

The doctor flicked a page over the clipboard giving a glance over to the girl, then back to the board, “I wouldn’t bother if I were you deary, you’ll only waste your energy. And we need you to restrain that energy for your test.”

“T…Test?” the girl managed to mutter from her throat which seemed groggy.

He grinned almost wickedly, he brought his hand to her foot which she’d only found out her shoes had been removed revealing her white cotton socks. She had a guess what he may do, and it felt like he had suddenly read her mind as he brushed his fingers over her right foot.

She jumped trying to contain her laughter, her foot twitched as he touched the bottom of it. The reaction seemed to be a good thing from the gleaming smile on his face. He pulled the pencil from his ear marking down something then placing it back where the pencil had laid. He gave a wink to her coming around to her other side near her outstretched arm. “What’s your name then, little girl?” he said tapping the pencil on her nose lightly.

She struggled in the straps once more shaking her head. She just couldn’t believe this. She was strapped to a bed that was leaning on a 45 degree angle with no shoes and a guy who looked like he was ready to make her wet herself by tickling her.

He gave her a poke in the ribs, “Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.”

That was the problem, no, he wasn’t going to hurt her, she’d rather he did that than use a torturing technique so incredibly horrible it made her skin crawl.

“Name. Come on, What’s your name?” he repeated himself with another poke in her ribs with the pencil.

She sighed, she knew she wasn’t going to get out of this any time soon, so she decided to co-operate, “L-Lisa….Lisa Winard.”

He smiled at her introduction, seems he already knew her name, but if she lied he knew how to get in out of her. He just wanted to be sure. “Good, now, how old are you?”

Lisa gulped, her nerves were getting to her, she took a deep breath as she closed her eyes, “Eight-teen. I’ll be 19 in a few months.”

“When’s your birthday?” he spoke casually as if it was turning into a jolly conversation.

“11th of September….86,” this calm attitude he gave her seemed to settle her a bit, though she was still quite weary.

“Really? Mine’s in August,” he grinned and winked again peering down at his board, “How about phone number?”

She thought for a moment, these were turning out to be pretty weird questions, why would they want her phone number now that she was here? Maybe they’d let her go after this and might want to check up on her, which she didn’t want. She had to lie…it was the only way. “Um….0172 866 2905.”

He smirked, “Are you sure?” It seemed he could sense when someone was lying.

She didn’t like the sound of that, but she thought to ride out on the bluff, “Yes.”

Out of his back pocket he produced a phone which he held up so she could view it. “Now, I know you have an answering machine and since you’re the only one who lives there, the answering machine should pick up…so let’s see if you’re telling the truth.” He dialled the number and brought the phone to his ear slowly.

Lisa shouted, “What? No!”

He pulled away, “What’s wrong? It is your right number isn’t it? So you should have no worries.”

She shook her head swiftly, “No…that’s not my number.”

An eyebrow was raised on his face along with a smirk, “So…you lied.”

She frowned knowing that the consequences wouldn’t be good from the look on his face.

“You know what I do to liars?” he asked rhetorically sneering as he did pulling out something from his front pocket of his coat.

She gulped hard wriggling once more in the bonds, “No, please. I’m sorry. Please don’t.”

He twirled the small fluffy feather with his thumb and finger waving it in the air as if he were practicing. He eyed her feet again, if evil looks could kill, her feet would burst into flames.

The doctor began to yank off her socks slowly slightly grazing his fingers across the bare skin making her jump in surprise and the slight scream of explosive laughter burst from her mouth.

She bit her lip, shook her head as she wiggled around, ‘Anything but this, ANYTHING!’ she thought to herself clenching her eyes shut from the tension.

He slowly fluttered the feather over the toes of her left foot dragging it along innocently giving every toe his full attention.

Under her throat emerged a few giggles, which was a good response to him. Knowing that she was helpless having her feet tickled scared the hell out of her and yet, she knew he wasn’t going to stop there.

He looked up at her still busy amusing himself, “So…How about you tell me your REAL phone number?”

She knew she had no choice in the matter, if she lied she’d get tickled, if she told the truth…mostly likely she’ll still get tickled. She was still giggly from the toe tickling, which she was hoping he’d stop so she could answer his question.

Fortunately he did moving from her toes to the top of her foot knowing it would probably irritate more than tickle her.

“0172 371 226,” she gasped grunting under her breath. If anything, she should be asking the questions.

The doctor smiled standing up placing the feather back in his pocket, “Good, let’s hope we don’t come across any more lies, shall we?” He paced side to side reading the notes over his clipboard, tapping the pencil on his head for a moment.

Lisa didn’t think it would hurt to ask him something; she’d probably get the torture of a life time anyway, so she might as well asked whilst she was here. “Why am I here?” she spoke in a low voice slightly hoping he had heard but hadn’t.

“Hm? Ohh, you wish to know why you’re here.” He couldn’t help smirk at the question. “Well unfortunately, I can’t answer that question. But I can tell you where you are.”

She thought about it, did she really want to know where she was; maybe it would scare her more than she already was.

He waved his hand knowingly, “My dear, you’re at the Tickle Ward.”

Yep, she was right. She was now petrified. This had to be some kind of bad dream right now. She’d wake up in her bed laughing to herself about this chaotic dream.

“Hey,” Doctor Linkmill called out to his patient poking her in the side, “Snap out of it, Missy. We’ve got a lot to do today.”

Lisa wasn’t delusional, she wasn’t dreaming, this was all too real. Her eyes were now watering, how long was she going to be spending in this tickling nut house?

The doctor frowned sighing loudly to himself and began to pull off his large lab coat. “This is definitely going to be a long day at this rate. Ok, height?”

“…5 foot 5,” she answered on demand.

“Weight?” he quizzed marking off the clipboard.

“….8 stone 2.”

“Are you lying again?”

“Uhhh…fine…I’m 9 stone 2,” she pouted and stuck out her tongue.

He chuckled shaking his head, “Women and lying about their weight. Go figure.” He wiggled his fingers into her belly under her shirt where some puppy fat still held after all the years. “You couldn’t possibly be 8 stone.”

If her leg was free, she’d kick him right where it hurt, but her mind was interrupted by the tickling of her stomach. “Noo HAHAHAHA…plehehehehehease, I’m very ticklish there. Hahahaha!”

The doctor smiled with delight as if to play the fool placing his clipboard to the side, “What? You mean…here?” He dug into her sensitive tummy making her squeal and giggle more. “Or here?” He moved his hands around the side of her stomach and began to jab into them.

She jerked screaming from the ticklish torment given to her, “Nooooo, NOT THERE! NOT THERE!”

He laughed at her futile attempts to convince him to stop, as much as he was having fun, he had to do his job. “Alright then, do you drive?”

She gasped for air only just realising the question asked, “What? Oh…yeah.”

“Car?”

“No, bike.”

“Really? Nice. What colour is it?”

“Red. It was given to me as a birthday present. My mum hates it.”

“Lucky for some. I’ve got a car, a crappy lime green mini.”

“Lime green? Ewww…” this was beginning to get strange, they were having a nice conversation together.

“Hmmm….hair colour?” he asked pushing his glasses up slightly so they wouldn’t fall off his nose.

She thought, “Umm….Well, I’m not normally a blonde, my hair’s a lot darker, so I’d say a dark brown.”

“Uh huh,” he smirked giving a glance at her foot that she’d noticed. Her left foot was twitching, it was beginning to itch…BADLY and didn’t know the reason why.

“Uh oh,” the doctor chuckled knowingly.

Lisa panicked, “What did you do?”

“It seems you’re reacting to the powder, which is a very good sign.”

“Powder?”

“Yes, remember this?” He grabbed his coat he had placed on a hook pulling from his pocket the small plume again. “This contains a substance that makes mostly anyone’s skin get a lot more sensitive, that’s why it’s causing some slight itching to your foot. We’ve been trying to perfect this product for years now.” He hid the feather back in his pocket. “Do you wish for me to scratch your foot?”

“No!” She shouted wriggling from the aggravating feeling roaming through her poor agonising foot. “I’m….fine.”

Doctor Linkmill couldn’t help trying to hide a smile, “You don’t look fine.” He walked over to a small table which contained a tray of tools. Though Lisa couldn’t see from her angle what they were.

In view came a needle that was being filled with a white running liquid from a small container until it was completely empty.

She wriggled more as if trying her best to defend herself, “What are you doing?”

He pressed down on her right arm lightly, “Keep still.”

“No!!! NOOO! STOP! LET ME GO!!”

It was too late, the liquid had been injected, her body tensed from the stab of the pointed object.

She felt numb as if she were to pass out, she wasn’t one for needles, she wasn’t one for hospitals really.

The needle had been released from her skin looking over his patient realising he’d done something slightly wrong. He grabbed his clipboard quickly realising that in his disturbance of her reaction to the powder, he’d not finished the test. “Uh oh.” He only hoped she would be fine from the injection, but that was easier said than done.

He waved a hand in front of her, “Are you alright?”

It was obvious, she wasn’t alright, she’d gone numb completely and could feel her lunch ready to come up and out the way it came in.

“Oh shit!” He pulled a level from behind the bed bringing it up at a 90 degree angle. As quickly as he could, he lunged for the bin bringing it under her chin.

What could only be explained as some sort of breakfast cereal, and spaghetti had been produced in the basket he held up for her. “Wonderful,” he spoke sarcastically to himself eying the contents of the bin. “I’ve completely messed up.” He peered up at his patient seeing her pale face, tired eyes and dribbling chin, this wasn’t working out as he planned.

He pulled out a cloth from his trouser pocket wiping her mouth and nose of any remains of the half processed food.

With a tug of the level again then bed was now lying flat for the girl to rest normally.

“What have you done to me?” she said, her voice angered, confused and concerned.

The doctor seemed more concerned, he’d seen what happened to patients who react to injections, and this wasn’t good. “Um…not a problem. Not a problem. You’ll be….fine.”

She coughed as some of the colour began to return to her face, “You’re lying.”

She was right, he was. Anyone could see right through him like a window. His stomach churned, he had to report this back to his boss, a careless accident like this, he could lose his job because of it. “Dammit.”

He crouched down besides her stroking her hair lightly, “Don’t worry. You’re going to be fine. I…..I promise.”

With that he left taking his clipboard with him, but forgetting his lab coat. It wasn’t of any importance to him right now.

Lisa seemed to be coming to her senses, she was terrified of needles, she had a huge fear of them making her pass out usually, in this case, throwing up was even a surprise to her. Seeing that the doctor had left, it was time for her to make her escape.

She wriggled her wrists around, twisting and turning slightly pulling at the belt until the right bond became lose. With a few more tugs her right wrist was free. ‘Thank God,’ she thought freeing the rest of her body and keeping low so no one could peer in to see her escaping. She reached for Linkmill’s coat covering herself over nicely. “Alright, whoa!” the sudden swiftness of her standing up made her dizzy. The side effects of the injections hadn’t faded completely. She sighed taking a few deep breaths, “Ok, ok. Let’s do this quickly.” She tucked her hair into the coat, sticking the collar of the coat up in a fashion so no one could recognise her and buttoning it up, “Ready to go…I guess. Let’s just hope I don’t get caught.”

She stepped out of the room looking around wearily first seeing no doctors to be around. An elevator could be sighted, which must take her to the exit of this place. She began to walk over calmly not thinking to run knowing she would look suspicious, but who were to come around the corner was the same doctor accompanied by others.

‘Oh no,’ she gulped hoping he wasn’t to notice in his panic trying to explain to the other members of the group his failure in the test.

He turned for a slight moment catching sight of young Lisa rushing for the lift, which she’d happily made it in.

“….No, she couldn’t have…” Without warning he rushed to the room he’d entered before ignoring the complaints made by the doctors around him. She was gone. “NO!” He turned quickly looking to the lift as the door slowly began to close. “STOP THAT LIFT!”

Unfortunately, the doors had closed sending the girl to the 1st floor of the building.

“That girl was the patient, we can’t let her escape,” Doctor Linkmill called out to the rest of the team.

They nodded knowingly, some scattering from the scene whilst others stayed to discuss the matter at hand.

The doctor sighed, he was most definitely going to lose his job after this. Another doctor had approached him giving him a nudge in his side, “Nice Job, Daniel. I knew you shouldn’t have been trusted with giving out the test.”

He growled under his breath scowling at him as he did, “Get bent, Michael.” The doctor stormed off having to find his run away patient from leaving the building.

Lisa sat down in the lift. She was on the 20th floor, so other people were bound to get in the lift and that wouldn’t be a good thing seeing as she would be caught straight on. She glanced up noticing a small hatch above her head leading to the top of the lift. She stood up jumping for the handle until the hatch door fell open.

Being a 3rd time champion at gymnastics she didn’t have much of a problem getting up to the roof of the metal box riding down.

The lift slowed down to a steady stop, hearing a ‘ding’ of the doors opening, entering one tired yet familiar doctor.  He was confused; he’d just ran down many flights of stairs to find that there was no one in the lift.

“This can’t be right, she was here, she was right--“ A creek was heard, the doors had shut and was continuing on it’s way to the first floor once more.

The doctor gasped for air leaning against one of the walls as he held his shirt near his chest. The same creek was heard again, which made him gaze up to the roof. The hatch seemed slightly lose, but that wasn’t causing the noise. He was tall enough to reach the handle, but when pulling on it he found a nice surprise.

The door flew open once more with one girl who’d been sitting on the door whilst riding the lift down hanging from the hole. Dangling upside down from the hole, there was nothing to grip causing her to fall face first to the carpeted elevator.

The doctor gave a raise of the eyebrow; this girl was just full of surprises now wasn’t she? Though it seemed quite clever she’d managed to get so far seeing as they had reached the first floor revealing the exit to the building.

Lisa lay there for a moment watching the doctor for any sudden movement, was she really going to be able to get away with this? She had to take a chance. Watching the door to her freedom, she staggered getting up running towards the door like there was no tomorrow.

“CLOSE THE DOORS!” called the doctor to the secretary at the desk.

She looked up slightly dumbfound and tapped the button under her desk without thinking.

A buzz was heard and as soon as Lisa touched the wooden handle of the door, she bounced back off. It was locked, probably double locked from the way she smacked into the door like that without breaking it.

“No…NO! NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! YOU CAN’T!” she screamed, tears forming in her eyes as she did.

A rough grab from behind caught her attention as she was forced down onto her back, her arms pinned by the doctor Linkmill.

She screamed more, “NOOOO! LET GO OF ME!”

Nurses had entered from the stair way holding her down tightly pulling out a bottle of chloroform and a rag.

She pulled and jerked violently, she didn’t want to go down without a fight, but as soon as that cloth had hit her nose, everything changed and ran a little slower and grew dim until sudden darkness came over.

She stirred from her sleep; the same smells were around along with the same noises. They had her again, this time it didn’t seem as easy. They weren’t leather straps on a bed this time, they were cuffs. Hard, thick, metal, padded cuffs that were attached to the cold metal table she lay on. No clothes on her body besides her bra and knickers making it a little unbearable to lie on the table.

She sobbed, it was the only thing she could think to do. She wasn’t going anywhere and she knew it. The door slid open entering a silhouetted figure. She shuddered at the thought, if it was a new doctor, a rougher meaner one, one that’ll just continue to tickle her until she’d died of laughter. Heh, dying of laughter. I wonder if that could actually happen.

She wasn’t sure whether to be thankful or worried to see that it was the same doctor again.

He placed his elbows on the table she laid upon, perching his hands underneath his chin giving her a look over. He wasn’t happy.

Lisa stared into his eyes, he wasn’t the happy giddy little doctor she’d met before, he looked like he was ready to tear someone’s limbs off and she was hoping it wasn’t going to be hers.

He cracked his knuckles lightly, flexing his fingers out and paced around to the top of the table her head and outstretched arms were. He peered down at her, no amused smirk or happy grin was upon his face, the look of annoyance and revenge was on his mind. He raised his hands bringing them down to her bare, shaven armpits and without any warning dug in.

She was off, squeals of laughter and explosive giggles were heard from her. She squinted her eyes, shaking her head side to side. The feeling was horrible. The only time she’d ever experienced this was by her two older brothers who used to pin her and tickle her senseless.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! P-P-PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” was all she managed to say. She was completely trapped to receive every bit of ticklish attention.

“That’s it, laugh it up,” the doctor said, slight anger in his tone as he tickled more into her pits. A smirk did however replace his anger look, “Tickle tickle tickle. You’re not getting away now.”

This was strange; Lisa sensed that she was a lot more ticklish now than she had ever been before. How could that be though? Unless…the needle, that liquid. He said it made their patients more sensitive, equalling to be more ticklish…Oh no!

This procedure of armpit tickling continued for up to five minutes, though it seemed longer to Lisa, her mind constantly on the tickling. No way of blocking it out. After the five minutes were up, he pulled away.

“Now why, oh why did you have to go and run away like that? Now we’re both in a lot of trouble thanks to you,” he said sighing and grabbing something from the tray that he’d picked the needle from before.

“No please,” she begged. “I don’t know how much more I can take of this.”

He leaned over to her, “I bet you can’t can you?” He spoke sarcastically and brought a stiff feather into view. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, little Lisa. The tickling has only just begun. You’ll be punished for an hour for running away.”

An hour, my god, she couldn’t take the last five minutes, how would she be able to make it through an hour. She sobbed some more.

The doctor winced hearing some of her cries, that’s the only thing he hated in this job is to see young women cry. He’d completely messed up on the test, she could be severely ill from that needle. He’d never asked if she was allergic or had a bad reaction towards needles, which changes some effects of the substance injected into the body of a person. Yeah, the whole sensitivity procedure would be a success, but other side effects were bound to show. He’d only punish her for running away, but he didn’t like the consequences of what her life was to be now. Usually they’d test their product out on ticklish victims, then let them go with them mostly thinking it was a bad dream, but what about her. She’d have to stay, continue to be tested and restrained in the ward because of the silly accident. She couldn’t be released to have an unknown illness contained inside here and doctors wondering where she’d got it from. If their cover was blown, not only would a lot of them be arrested…they’d be out of a job and he didn’t like the thought of that. No tickle ward, no tickling innocent girls and jobs like that were so entertaining to him instead of boring paperwork and it wasn’t everyday he got to tickle many girls. Sometimes just for the fun of it, the boss would make him tickle guys just to annoy him. Just the thought made him shudder horribly.

He looked back on Lisa who was sweating heavily from fear. Her breathing was deep and her throat was raw.

He smiled at her in a lovingly manner, he didn’t really want her to stay here to live a life of torturous tests. She seemed too cute for that. He blushed thinking about it covering a hand over his face hiding the rouge cheeks. ‘I can’t believe I thought that.’

She gave a look over to him wondering why he’d suddenly stopped speaking and stood there acting shy. When noticing this, he immediately dragged the feather over her belly.

She jumped with shrieks of laughter as she strained on the bonds, her tears of sadness turning to tears of laughter. “Nooo Heheheheheh! Doooon’t!”

He brought his right elbow to the table again resting his head in his hand twirling the feather along her belly casually, “Struggling only makes it worse you know.” He dipped the soft pointed end of the feather into her navel causing her to arch her back; the shock of the feeling in her bellybutton caused her to silently laugh to herself. He grinned, “How cute!” He chuckled to himself pulling the feather out of her navel. “You certainly have gotten more ticklish.” He dropped the feather to her side flexing and wiggling his fingers over her stomach.

She pleaded giggling at his fake attacks to her mid section, “Nooo, please, that’s so horrible.”

He laughed lunging his hand at her stomach but pulled back making her laugh out loud wiggling in the cuffs uncontrollably giggling. “Coochi coochi coo!” He was having so much fun with her, after a few more fake attacks, he began tickling her tummy vigorously getting a loud reaction from his patient making him flinch.  Her belly had already been very ticklish, so with the substance circling around her made it so much worse.

Tears streamed down her face, her cheeks were flushed and her body was growing quite sweat drenched. She couldn’t speak a word, just laugh and laugh and laugh.

Surprisingly it had already been 15 minutes, time flies when you’re having fun, in her case she wasn’t having fun.

“Enjoy that?” he smirked pinching at her cheek. “Don’t worry. There’s more to come, my dear.”

He brushed his hand through his hair almost knocking his glasses off his face. He pushed up his specs with his index finger gazing over the many items that lay before him as he grinned mischievously. The giddy sparkle in his eyes had returned, ‘Ooooh, this is going to be a lot of fun.’ He raced his hands over the items letting his eager fingers choose which one will be picked. Suddenly his fingers knocked into a bristled hair brush, perfect for tormenting soft warm soles and toes with. His grin grew bigger at the many possibilities of how he could turn this girl into a giggly, pleading slave who’d give anything for tickling like that to stop.  He gripped the brush rubbing his thumb across the black bristles.

“If you thought that was good, just see what I have in store for you now,” he chuckled bringing himself to her defenceless trapped feet. He brushed his fingers over the bristles again making a noise with it to catch her full attention.

She screamed at the thought, “GOD NO! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! NO MORE TICKLING! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!”

He sighed happily to himself as if acting as though he didn’t want to torment her any longer, “Gosh, I wish I could, but rules are rules.” With that he pulled back her toes revealing the vulnerable part underneath them. The mere grip of her toes was enough to get her giggling once more.

He glimpsed up at her once more, “Ready?”

She wriggled trying to get her poor toes free from the evil doctor beseeching as she did, “PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS TO ME! I’M SORRY!”

Her begging for mercy was heard upon deaf ears as he applied the brush to her foot, softly scrubbing it up to underneath her tickly toes, down to the bottom of her heal.

The laughter began once again making her go slightly dazed. The room was spinning; it felt as though the whole world was laughing at her, at her predicament, at this suffering she didn’t deserve.

She hadn’t noticed that ten minutes had already gone by, being hex with forced laughter up on her and all. She also hadn’t realised he’d stopped watching her laugh hysterically to herself when he wasn’t’ even touching her. How amusing this all was for him. He’d seen some funny patients in his time, but she had to be the funniest he’d ever encountered.

Half an hour had past and yet there was the remaining half hour left. Lisa stomach grew sick, though she wondered what else she could possibly chuck up seeing as she hadn’t had much today.

With Linkmill noticing the sickness in her face he frowned groaning heavily seeming to be quite disappointed. Now he’d have to grab the basket again and lift her up. “You really know how to spoil a guy’s fun don’t you?”

His remark went unheard; Lisa was already starting to heave scared she’d choke on the vomit rising up into her throat.

“Shit!” he uncuffed her wrists sitting her up quickly. Fortunately the bin was resting next to the table. He brought it up placing it in her lap holding her around her waist gently and rubbing her back. “It’s ok, I got you.”

She brought her head to the bin making grotesque sounds which made Linkmill cringe continuing to rub her back and belly.

She giggled coughing slightly, “Don’t heheheh, rub my belly plehehehease.” She brought a hand to her mouth placing her face back in the basket under her.

The doctor refrained himself from her stomach grinning a little laughing to himself bashfully.

The vomiting had stopped thank god for the both of them. Lisa sat there clutching the bin tightly panting. “Why are you doing this to me?” she sobbed wishing that there was some way to convince him to be released.

Doctor Linkmill was still holding her as if to be hugging her from behind. He sighed taking his snugly grip from her and rubbed the back of his head, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Because of me failing the test like that, you got the results of getting this illness.”

She slumped her head down trying to hide the tears, “Why am I ill?”

“Because of your highly negative reaction towards the substance, you have a slight fear of needles and you are allergic to the substance,” he explained taking the bin from her and handing her a cloth.

She wiped her mouth, her hand was shaking, though she wasn’t sure if that was from the excruciating tickling she’d received or the fact that she was now ill.

Linkmill groaned feeling bad about what he’d done. He really didn’t want to explain that because of the illness, she’d have to stay. He didn’t want her too. He hated seeing patients so innocent as her to stay just because they messed up, having the patients to take the punishment for their silly mistakes, it was unthinkable. But it’s not like he could just let her go. ‘Have nice time. We’ll be sure to call you for a check up.’ It wasn’t’ going to happen. He’d lose his job completely. He was already on thin ice as it was. He wasn’t sure what he wanted right now. To see this girl free from this ward, or him keeping his job and to have the guilt over his shoulders, which would haunt him for the rest of his life. “Grrr….” He ruffled his hair violently growling at himself, he knew what he had to do and he also knew that he’d really regret it.

Lisa watched him have an episode thinking to ask if he was going to be alright or to just sit and cherish the moment that she wasn’t being tickled by him.

He stopped looking over to her; he tidied up his hair, pushing his specs up his nose and groaned once more, “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” He brought himself around the table laying her down to strap her back onto the table; surprisingly she didn’t fight back when doing so. She must have lost a lot of energy from the ordeal and vomiting. When finishing with that, he took the cloth from her bound hand and with it poured some chloroform into it. He stood glaring down at her, “I promised to you that you would be alright…and I’m not one to break a promise, so…” He brought rag over her mouth and nose so she was to inhale the stench soaked into it. She was out once more sleeping like a baby.

It only was a matter of time that she was to wake up again, probably bond in a different position no doubt; she wouldn’t be at all surprised. What shocked her when opening her eyes; she revealed that she wasn’t tied down and was fully clothed. She searched around the double bed she laid upon checking the room. She was most definitely not in the ward from what she thought. No straps on the corners of the bed, no instruments of torture, no funky smells of medicines, instead replaced with a perfumed aroma.

Lisa shivered, there was a window that had been left wide open, which she immediately shut rubbing her arms so the goose bumps would go away.

‘Where did that doctor take me?’ Peering from the window it looked like she was in a fancy hotel. ‘I hope he paid for this place. I can’t afford any of this luxury.’

A faint sound of mumbling and snoring could be heard; maybe the walls were just thin being able to hear over lodgers sleeping. She was wrong, walking around the other side of the bed she found the doctor sleeping on the floor, a pillow that had been stolen from the double bed tucked under his head and his coat that covered him over nicely. Seeing as it didn’t seem easy getting out of that ward, it must have been hectic for him having to heave her around tuckering him out completely.

He may have been so content sleeping away, but that was about to end as Lisa pulled back her leg giving him a boot below the knee.

The shot of pain in his leg made him jump gripping his leg shouting, “JESUS! AWW SHIT! WHAT THE HELL?” He glanced up at the angered woman waving his arm at her, “What are you doing? Is this how you thank someone for saving you from the ward?” He rubbed his leg clenching his eyes closed trying to take his mind off the pain.

“I wouldn’t call it saving,” she said and with that he received another kick catching one of his fingers that gripped his leg. “AAAHHH!! FUCK! STOP THAT!” He quickly sat up bringing his arms up to block any other attacks that may be delivered. “Just calm down now. I wasn’t going to do anything. I was sleeping for goodness sake.”

Lisa wanted to rip his head from his shoulders, “You deserve it, you deserve much more than that.” The doctor nodded, “Alright, alright. I deserved that, but please no more of the kicking. I think you broke my little finger.” He cuddled his clenched hand moaning to himself.

Lisa sat down on the end of the bed, “Why did you let me go?” Linkmill blew on the wounded fingers thinking the sudden heat of pain would fade. He leaned over to the bed placing his chin in the bed breathing out loudly, “I guess I should explain what would have happened if you were to stay there.” That remark made Lisa a little uncomfortable, but waited for him to continue his explanation. “With that illness you now suffer, you would have had to stay there for the rest of your days. Fortunately I was able to get you to the first floor into another room where they test patients whilst they sleep to see if they are healthy enough to go through with the test. I couldn’t very well walk out the front door, so I had to climb out of the window carrying you over my shoulder. Hopefully no one saw me leave, but they’ll be wondering where I’ve gone, sooner or later they’ll find out I left with you.”

Lisa gazed over at him; he risked himself and his job he loved so much for her. These days people couldn’t care less for other people as long as they got paid. She should have been a little thankful, though the anger of making her suffer before hand was on her mind. I guess she had to shrug it off, even if she tried to have her evil ways with him, he’d probably have her down giving her another barrage of his wiggling fingers and feathers again, which she was very certain she didn’t need. She noticed a bag besides the pillow he had been rested his head on. “What’s the bag all about?”

The doctor turned to the bag laughing nervously, “Oh that, heh heh heh, it’s nothing.” It didn’t seem like nothing to her as she dove over, her weight holding him down to reach the bag to keep it away from her. She gripped it prying it open and peeking inside. Rope, a variety of feathers, brushes, cuffs, oh good lord. Just the quick glance made her sick to her stomach; she chucked the bag across the room, her foot pushing against doctor Linkmill’s face. “Ow ow ow! Quit it,” he grabbed her socked covered foot giving it a good tickling to warn her who was in charge, but that wasn’t helping sending a kick in his face. He fell back rubbing his cheek, “Give me a break. I’ve probably lost my job. You think I’m not going to carry around some…sentimental and personal belongings of mine. I literally lived in that building.”

“You’re taking me back home. NOW!” she demanded stamping her foot in a stubborn manner. He stood up dusting himself off and answered, “You’re kidding. It’s 3am. It’s best you get some sleep, I wouldn’t mind some more sleep seeing as someone woke me up.”

Lisa was fuming, she raised her hand to hit him without even thinking, but her wrist was caught along with her other one. Linkmill pushed her down on the bed holding her wrists in one hand, “Don’t make me get the chloroform little girl.”

She struggled trying to loosen his grip, kicking, screaming and even trying to bite him, “LET GO OF ME! LET GO LET GO LET GOOOOOO!!!” Her cries were muffled by a hand to the mouth. A serious look was on the doctor’s face, “Calm down. If you continue on like this, you’ll get yourself sick again. Just listen to me.”

Her wiggling ceased, her mumbled protests went quiet, she decided she might as well listen. She couldn’t do much of anything else at the moment. Linkmill winked, “Now, I’m going to remove my hand and you’re going to be quiet, ok?” Lisa nodded in agreement to have his hand come away from her mouth. She coughed a little, clearing her throat slightly. “Alright, I’ll take you home soon. Right now, we both need sleep.”

Lisa nodded again, “Alright.” Her tone was quite disappointed, but I guess it wouldn’t be long that she’d be home again. She felt his hand around her wrists leave as he moved around to seat himself back on the floor to sleep.

Lisa pulled over the blanket beginning to nestle into the soft warm bed, but she had one small thought on her mind, “What’s your name? I know you say ‘Doctor Linkmill’ but you must have a first name.”

The young male smiled, “Daniel, but I prefer people calling me Dan or Danny.” He brought the coat over himself, softly laying his head down. He was ready for a goodnight’s sleep.

As the night went by, it slowly turned into day, the rising sun shining through the window of the couple’s hotel room.

Lisa squinted opening her eyes only. She was quite giddy to see that it was day. She just wanted to go home. She rolled over finding a napping Dan who didn’t seem like he was going to wake up anytime soon. She yanked off his coat giving him a poke in the arm with her finger. “Hey…Doctor Dan,” she whispered waiting for a response…..nothing. She gave him a hard jab in the ribs making him giggle and covered his mid section. Seemed he was just as ticklish as her. Leaning over she poked him in the stomach wiggling her fingers as she did.

“Heh heh heh heh. HAHAHAHA!” At this rate Dan was rolling on the floor protecting himself from her pokey fingers.  

Lisa giggled at him; she’d got his attention now. “Wakey wakey. I want to go home.” She chucked his lab coat over his head. She slid off the bed stretching her arms up as she yawned. A tweak into her armpits made her squeal bringing her arms down to protect them. A grinning Daniel winked to her and made his way to the bathroom that was connected to their room.

Lisa plopped herself back down on the bed frowning hoping he’d hurry up. She grew slightly itchy around her back, as she scratched she felt something like a plaster that had been placed there. “What the--?” She pulled at it, which pulled at the skin. “Owww…” She rubbed over her back gritting her teeth from the stinging pain. She could hear the shower running in the other room, damn him; he was just doing this to annoy her. She sighed peering over to the bag she’d thrown across the room. She walked over picking it up taking another look in the bag. Placing it lightly on the bed she rummaged through the bag feeling the soft texture of feathers, scrub brushes, chains, rope, “OW!” She pricked her finger sucking on the wound not waiting until any blood may raise the surface.  She looked in the bag finding a needle that had falling from a case that was sealed before with a few other needles. She picked it up shuddering and carefully placed it in the case and sealed it.

“What are you doing?” Lisa jumped swiftly turning to Dan who was fully clothed, a small towel around his neck to keep it dry from his wet hair that dripped to the floor. She flailed her hands pushing the bag away, “Nothing.”

“Heh. Doesn’t look like nothing,” he said, his usual grin on his face as he sat down and zipped up the bag.

“Did you put this sticker on me?” she said rubbing the circular disk stuck to her back.

“Oh yes, don’t touch it,” he pried her hands away. “It’s….like a plaster.”

“Why? Did you cut me or something?”

“No, well…it’s hard to explain. You know like those patches smokers get to try and cut back on smoking?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, it’s kind of like that, this little thing is pressed against your body to suck out the substance contained inside you….uhh…like a mosquito.”

“Wonderful,” Lisa spoke sarcastically with a roll of the eyes. “Well, are you ready to go now, I want to go home.”

Dan wiggled the towel in his ear trying to get the remaining water out, “Calm down. There’s no rush. I just need to dry my hair.”

“Is that all?” She grabbed the towel from him placing it over his head and began scrubbing.

“AAHH!! HEY! YOU’RE PULLING MY HAIR! STOP IT!” Dan shouted gripping hold of the towel for her to stop.

She pulled it off after an agonising minute of head scrubbing to find his hair was everywhere. Tattered, out of place…basically, just one whole mess. She grinned to him, “There. It’s dry. Let’s go.”

“I get the feeling you hate me.”

“What was your first clue?” she looked fiercely at him as she passed through the door leading to the hallway.

He sighed pulling out a comb and re-arranged his hair in places, suddenly realising his glasses were not perched on his nose like usual. He brought himself in the bathroom picking them up from the sink to find the glass inside clouded when putting them on his face. With a wipe of the towel, they were clean once more.

Lisa stood outside the room looking over the fancy corridor, a red carpet making it way through it and dividing around over corners and down a flight of stairs. Crystal chandeliers above her with flower glass light shades to hold the bulb. This place was way to fancy for her, she felt like she was spending money just by standing there, also she was scared she did anything wrong. If she knocked something over causing it to break, she’d have to pay for it and she didn’t have that sort of money. Not with her wages…’Oh my god! My job!’ She panicked, never mind him losing his job, if he could afford a place like this he probably had money stashed away, but if she lost hers it would take her a long time to find a new one. ‘I’ll probably have lost the house by then, and then I’ll have to move back in with my mum and dad.’ She shuddered, she didn’t want to move back in with her parents, she loved them yeah, but everyday they got a visit from her two big brothers and she didn’t want to be there when they were about.

A tap on the shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts. Dan raised an eyebrow shuffling her along a little, “What’s up with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Very funny, because of you I’ll probably lose my job too.” She yelled resulting to some nosey people looking over to them.

“You’ve only been away from your house for two days, it shouldn’t be that bad,” he smiled trying to cheer her up, but failed. He led her down the stairs bringing them both to the registry office. “Hi, I’m Andrew Rodile, just come to pay for our stay.”

Lisa was puzzled; he’d lied about his name but why. The woman at the desk smiled flipping through the book and scribbling a few things into it taking his bank card from him sliding it through the machine, then handing it back. “There you go, Mr. Rodile. You’re all set.”

Dan gave her a wink placing his card back in his wallet and walked to the exit. Lisa slowly following behind to hear the woman call out, “Have a nice time, Mrs. Rodile.”

‘Whaaaat?!?!’ she walked over, not looking happy grabbing the front of her companion’s shirt and pulling him out of the doors. “What was this Mrs. Rodile thing about? And why did you lie about your name?”

He pulled her close holding her around the back of her waist, their faces always touching one another. “You look so cute when you’re angry,” he taunted grinning slyly.

Lisa blushed, but was furious, “You want angry? I’ll give you angry.”

Dan laughed letting her go and toddled over to his car, “I changed my name because if anyone were to come find me, they obviously wouldn’t know I was here. If by any chance I used my real name, then somehow the ward had found out I’ve been here, they’ll be one step closer to catching the both of us. So taking that chance is too much to be concerned over.” He opened the car door to the passenger seat waving his arm inwards to direct her to her seat.

She paced over cautiously as if it was some kind of trap and sat down in the seat.

“Don’t worry,” the doctor said closing the door, “The car’s not going to bite.” He walked around the over side sitting beside her, throwing the bag in the back seat and shoving his key into the lock. They were on their way to her house.

Lisa buckled up her belt slumping down in her seat, “I can’t wait to get home.” She fiddled with a nodding dog that was positioned on the dashboard.  Her eyes bouncing up and down as she watched it.

“Well, don’t worry, It’s not that far and having me as company, it won’t be so bad,” Dan sneered turning left at the traffic lights.

“What? What do you mean company?”

Dan didn’t take his eyes off the road, but gave her a poke with his finger, “Well, seeing as I lost my job slash home, you owe me a new one.”

Lisa was about to freak, “What? I don’t think so. I don’t owe you anything.”

“Well, actually you do. I mean I helped you out by getting you out of the ward, and you help me out by letting me stay at your house.”

“No, no way. It’s not happening,” she protested like a child crossing her arms in front of her.

The car suddenly came to a screeching halt; luckily it wasn’t on a busy road so no cars would have collided into the back of them. Dan didn’t look pleased, he turned to her casually leaning his arm on the seat, “Listen, I understand you’re upset about all this, but if you continue to act like this. I’ll just drive straight back to the ward.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she replied calling out his bluff.

“Watch me,” he began backing up, very fast I might add and turned sharply on a corner making Lisa jump and shake at the fact he could crash into something. It would seem he wasn’t bluffing at all. She was being a little selfish, she had every right to be angry yes, but she was being very stubborn. He’d done a bit for her, but having him living in the house didn’t seem right.

“Alright, alright. Stop! Please. You can stay at my house,” she panicked pulling on his leg so he’d lift it of the pedal.

Another sudden halt of the car was done making her lurch forward, but to be pulled back by her seat belt. Dan smirked at her twiddling with a piece of her hair and brushing it over her nose, “Thank you.”

She sighed; Dan had a really mean side to him, though I’m guessing that was only a quarter of it. He was mostly sadistic when tickling his victims, seeing them wiggle and giggle under his fingers made his day complete. He enjoyed tickling cute girls so much. It may have been weird, but he wasn’t perverted. If the big bosses themselves wouldn’t tell him to go kidnap young Lisa, he wouldn’t do. It was a job he enjoyed and now he couldn’t tickle anymore victims, no steel tables with cuffs, no leather straps. Dan gave a quick glimpse at Lisa who was peering out the window. Well, seeing as he was going to live with her now, he was going to have big plans with her. She was now his permanent tickle patient, she just didn’t know it yet. He sneered at the thought trying to hold back from chuckling out loud. He’d only just realised that her house was around the corner, almost missing the turn.

Lisa lunged over trying to keep steady from the quick turn, “Geese, what was that all about?”

He began parking up in front of her house, “Sorry, I was miles away then.” He took the key out stepping out of the car viewing the house. “Pretty nice house, I’m surprised you can afford it.”

Lisa climbed out of the car, leaning on the car, “Well, my dad paid for some of the mortgage payments, but now I’m paying for it now…well, I was.”

Dan grabbed his bag from the back seat and locked the door. Coming around the car he brought his hand on her back to push her along, “Come on then, let’s have a look at my new home.” He laughed running off to the house with an outraged girl chasing after him.

He stopped on the grass of her front lawn grabbing her as she came with full speed and pinning her down. “Don’t make me tickle you, my little patient.”

The grass was making Lisa itch on her ears, cheeks and along her bare arms making her wriggle, “I’m not your patient anymore.” She pulled out a raspberry like a kid kicking him lightly to push him away.

He pulled a blade of grass stroking her cheeks softly, “Heh heh. Technically, yes you are. I am your tickle doctor after all.”

She batted the piece of grass away sitting up and trying to find her keys, “I have no tickle doc--!! Damn, where are my keys? They were in my trouser pocket.”

Dan grinned pulling the keys from his coat, “You mean these?” He waved them in front of her pulling back as she tried to get a hold of them. He stood up strolling over to the door and placing the key in the keyhole.

“Excuse me. That’s my house. At least have some respect,” Lisa shouted leaping from the floor and running over.

He laughed, “At this rate, if you don’t hurry up. I’ll lock you out.”

A tug of his hair made him shriek rubbing his head, “Ow, ok ok. I’m kidding. Here.” He offered her to open the door.

She puffed turning the key and letting herself in, leaving the door open for him to enter.

The house was quite huge for just one girl to live on her own. The living room was huge, shiny smooth laminate floor, big TV that had gathered a bit of dust on it along with a few other things. A black couch and arm chair, which came with a foot stool. A grin was rising on his face, an evil plan being concocted in the back of his mind that was disturbed by his roommate.

“Hey, don’t just stand there like an idiot. Go upstairs or something. I need to phone a few people.”

He huffed lifting his bag on his shoulder and walking out, but stayed put in the next room to hear her conversations.

“Hello, Is Mr. Jackson there? Hello? Hi, Mr. Jackson, It’s Lisa. I’m sorry for not coming in these past days I’ve been quite ill.”

Dan pressed his ear against the wall trying to hear the other end of the conversation, but to no avail.

“Oh thanks. Mr. Jackson. I’m sorry for the inconvenience this may have caused. I’ll be in work tomorrow morning.” With that, she put down the phone sighing happily. Seems she was in the clear with her job.

She began dialling a new number into the cordless phone walking into the kitchen where the doctor had been hiding.

She turned around bringing the phone to her ear noticing him pressed against the wall looking a little nervous at her. “What are you doing there?” She heard a voice on the phone, “Oh, Hello? Hey, Tina. I’m so sorry I didn’t come around the other night. Something really big happened.”

Dan sat against the wall watching her pace up and down the kitchen tiles, “Well, I’ve not been feeling too well. It came on quite sudden. We’ll have to re-arrange another date to go out sometime. Yeah….yeah. Thanks, Tina. I’ll see you soon then.”

She hung up sighing heavily to herself catching sight of the calendar hanging on the wall near Dan, “Oh no.” She stepped over looking over the calendar once more, “Oh noooo, it’s my mum’s birthday and with all the messing about I forgot. I know I bought a card.” She searched around the kitchen frantically for a card.

“Is this it?” said Dan grabbing a card in an envelope that was in the living room.

“Gimme,” she snatched it away scattering for a pen and quickly began to write. “To mum, Hope you have a great birthday. Lots of love, hugs and kisses, Lisa.” Before licking the envelope she pulled out her purse pulling out a twenty and placed it in the envelope and sealed it up. She stood up to get to the door, “I’ve got to get to my parents house.”

Dan smiled, “I’ll drive you up there.”

“As much as that’s a nice offer, I’ll take the bike.”

“Aww, come on. You said your mum hates that bike. She’d be much happier you coming in a car.”

She sighed heavily, he was right I guess. Her mother despised that bike; if she could she’d sneak off with it and say it got robbed, “Fine, fine. Just hurry up. I want to get there as quick as possible and come straight back.”

He pulled out his car keys grinning excitedly, a chance to meet her family, a chance to completely embarrass her, sounds like fun.

Within just a few minutes, they arrived at her mum’s house, though Lisa had terrible direction. When getting out the car Lisa ran over knocking on the door, Dan following behind.

The door was opened revealing her mother who looked to be in her early 40’s answered. She smiled happily seeing her daughter at the door, “Lisa, Hello. How are you my dumpling?” She hugged her tightly, it wasn’t often Lisa came round, mostly because of her brothers.

Lisa smiled, “Hi Mum, Happy birthday!” She handed her the card stepping in.

“Hm? Who’s your friend?” her mother asked looking out on Dan who smiled brightly.

“Uhhh….his name’s Dan, he’s just a friend,” she said not turning to look at him and glaring around the house. “Dad working?”

“As usual. You know your Father,” she smiled turning on the kettle and opened the card seeing the money slid out a little from the envelope. “Oh Lisa. You didn’t have to. You hardly have much money as it is.”

“Have it, I wouldn’t worry. I’m ok for money,” she was lying and Dan could see right through her shaking his head and sitting down at the table.

Lisa looked around worriedly, thinking somewhere someone was going to lunge out on her. “Uhh….Where’s Steven and Nick?”

“Hmm…Oh, they just went to the shop. They’ll be back in a few minutes,” her mother explained sorting out some cups, teas bags, coffee and other things. “Dan, do you have coffee or tea?”

“Oh, um…coffee for me please,” he replied seeming a little embarrassed, maybe embarrassing her was a little hard.

The front door was opened hearing the male voices conversing over things with shopping.

Lisa wanted to crawl into a hole and hide there for the rest of the day. Her brothers had arrived, she thought she could get out just in time but they caught sight of her.

“Lil sis, how you doing?” They both grinned placing the shopping that they got for her mother in the countertop.

Steven turned to his Mother, “Hey mum, look what we got you?” He pulled out from the bag a birthday cake, a chocolate one, with chocolate frosting and flakes.

Nick gave his sister a poke in the stomach; her immediate reaction of making her giggle made his grin get bigger. “Why haven’t you been here much eh?”

Dan was enjoying this; it was obvious she didn’t like her brothers because they constantly tease her and most likely tickled her.

Nick glared over at the new male in the room, “And who are you then?”

“Oh, my name’s Dan. Dan Linkmill.”

“Nice to meet you Dan, I’m Nick, this is Steven. So…are you going out with our little sis? Be sure to give her a good tickling each day. Keep her on her toes.” Nick said with a snigger and another poke given in her ribs.

Dan chuckled, “We’re just friends, but I give her a good dose.”

“Don’t I know it, you’re as bad as them,” Lisa mumbled shuffling her feet on the carpet and staring at her cup of coffee that was passed to her.

Lisa’s Mother patted her on the shoulder, “Why not go outside, it’s sunny out in the garden. We’re going to have a Barbeque. Just need to grab a few things from upstairs.” She sauntered upstairs leaving poor Lisa with her sadistic brothers and ‘tickle doctor.’ There was only one thing she thought to do. She grabbed her cup of coffee walking out to the garden, stupidly enough she thought she would be able to get rid of them, but they followed grinning wildly at her.

She calmly placed the cup down on the wooden garden table growing nervously. Out of the blue, three strong pair of hands took a good grip of her pinning her to the grass. “No, NOOO! MUUUUUMMM—MRRRGGGHHH!!!” She had been silenced by duct tape covering her mouth by her brother Nick. Her wrists were next as she wriggled feeling her shoes being pulled off along with her socks.

Her wrists were now bound above her head and pinned with Dan’s knees sneering down at her. He wiggled his fingers eagerly ready to dig into her skin. Steven had finished pulling off her shoes and socks leaving her poor bare feet that were getting strapped up by duct tape too. Nick raised her shirt revealing her ribs and belly.

She protested, cursed and screaming into the gag struggling all over to roll over or something. Her protests were soon turned into muffled laughter as Dan had dug into her armpits.

Her mum was upstairs not knowing any of this and she couldn’t do a thing. Dan’s fingers were dancing along her skin lightly flicking them over her sensitive pits, then would dig in tweaking here and there.

Nick and Steven grinned; it seemed they’d acquired a new friend who loved tickling the hell out of their sister as much as they did. Without any further delay, they joined him. Her feet was next, Steven sat on her legs so she wasn’t to struggle. Soft fingers stroking up her soles, her laughter intensifying from the foot torture as it continued. They would tickle everywhere, polishing every spot on both her feet not missing out a single ticklish area. Her heels, arches, instep, balls of the foot, soles, and her toes. She howled with laughter when her toes got the attention they didn’t want, her feet shuffling around trying to escape his tickly hands.  

Lastly, her brother Nick, he became a pro at tickling her, he loved tickling around her tummy the most, feeling her skin jump and twitched when touching it. His fingers were tenderly caressing her belly making Poor Lisa double over in hysterical laughter. She thought she was going to go insane at this rate. The worst part of it was coming, the chanting, “Tickle tickle tickle. Coochi coochi coo!” Her eyes were watering, her face was flushed and the tape on her mouth didn’t help to let out the laughing.

Her mother had come down seeing the boys tickling her and calling out to them, “You three, leave her alone.”

They frowned sadly, they were really enjoying it. “Wait wait.” Nick said motioning the other two to hold her down, “One more thing before she’s released.”

Oh god, she knew what he was going to do, he did it all the time when they tickled her and she went out of her mind. She struggled screaming, begging and shaking her head for him to stop. But to no avail. His lips were coming down, closer to her ticklish tummy making her giggle before he started.

“RASPBERRY!” he shouted, planting his lips to her stomach and blowing on it making it vibrate along.

The duct tape was ripped off her mouth, her screams of laughter was like nothing they’d ever heard. She could hardly move at all.  It took most of her energy just to lie there and laugh. She couldn’t move, nor speak, just laugh.

He finished her up with two final jabs in the sides and a ruffle of the hair. “You certainly got more ticklish, lil sis. Unfortunately that’s all there is for today sis. We need to get the barbeque sorted. Dan, could you get the duct tape off her?”

The two brothers walked off into the house getting a few complaints from their mother about how many times they shouldn’t bother Lisa like that.

Lisa was furious as she cursed at the doctor, “I’m telling you. You’re fucking dead when I get my hands on you, Daniel. Just you wait, you bastard.”

“Hey,” he said squeezing her cheeks together around her mouth, “There’s no need for that kind of language, young lady. Do you want to be untied or not?” He tore off the duct tape quickly making Lisa scream in pain from the stinging rubbing her free yet glowing red wrists. Luckily the tape to bind her feet was wrapped around her jeans, so at least they wouldn’t be suffering.  

She groaned lifting herself up from the ground rubbing her wrists more from the soreness. Sitting down on the garden chair she took a sip of her coffee. One sugar lots of milk, just the way she liked it. If she didn’t need a good drink to clear her dry throat from laughing, she’d throw it at Dan. Leaning over she grabbed her socks and began sliding them back on, bits of grass stuck to the bottom, which she grumbled at picking them off. Feeling a glare upon her from the only person outside with her, she felt she had to make conversation, “So….what are you going to do now that you aren’t working at the ward?”

Dan gave a bemused look as if the question had confused him…he hadn’t thought about it. That place was his life, and now it was gone. I guess realisation was now kicking in hard…he could never go back there. He was quiet, quiet enough for Lisa to catch on to what was going on in his head. As much as she despised the place it was different for him. He enjoyed his work, it wasn’t all the time he had a bound girl in his grasp to tickle them senseless. It was mostly paperwork with him, and now, he gets to have a little fun again and it all collapses before him.

Lisa shuffled over to him as he still perched on the grass below, placing a soft hand on his shoulder, “Hey…I’m sorry. I never realised how much you cared for that place.” Dan peered at her from the corner of his eyes, he sighed heavily. “I brought it on myself. It had been quite awhile since I’d done any oral examinations that I messed up completely. Not to mention…I got you sick.” He huffed again, hanging his head down in shame. Lisa was in a difficult position, what to say at this time? How could she comfort him? The only words that came visible in her mind was ‘shit happens,’ but that wasn’t the best for something like this. She stammered a bit accidentally, “Err….well…”

Danny couldn’t help snigger slightly turning to her, “It’s ok; I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but it’s fine really.” He jeered as a mischievous smirk grew across his face, “Anyway, it’s not a total lost. I can still keep myself occupied with one tickle patient of mine.”

Lisa’s ears perked up sharply at those words, her eyes showing a glimpse of fear, she shook her head, “Oh no, you’re not touching me, Mr. I agreed for you to live at my place, nothing more unless you want to get kicked out into the street.” She sipped her coffee and grunted, “Why can’t you go back to the ward without me? Explain that I escaped again and you tried going after me, but you was unlucky.”

Daniel snorted under his breath and looked Lisa in the eyes, “…Would you believe that if you were them?” Lisa thought that over, her conclusion coming to a no. “I guess not.” Daniel explained, “Anyway, whether I came back empty handed or not, I’d be in the shit hole then.” He shuddered at the thought. “I’m one for tickling, but I’m not one for being tickled. It’s complete agony.” Lisa rolled her eyes over, “And yet, you enjoy inflicting that on other people.” Danny couldn’t help make his grin spread more across his face. It was true. He loved it. The squeals and girlish screams when you played with women’s toes, the way they giggle uncontrollably when you