John Tick(le) has a job to do, and he enjoys what he does. Some targets break easily, quickly. It’s a testament to how well he’s honed his craft, but then others like this current assignment hold out longer. Much longer.

Which is fine with him.

You see, Mr. John Tick doesn’t take instances like these personally, nor does he get frustrated. He’s not emotionally involved with the target, but with the process. The longer they hold out, the more satisfied he is when they do break.

The current target has been through her initial introduction in her Hogtickling, followed by psychological games in Tickle TV, then taken into the attic within the safe house where no one will hear her scream, and worked on in Bench Press.

The Associate has had an issue getting time sensitive information from this one, so he brought in a specialist, Mr. John Tick(le). Hogtickling was an introduction and offer to submit to speaking. She refused. She was told what was going to be done to her, and she still defied. At that point she was shown step by step in her face with a monitor showing her own s*ffering in Tickle TV, but never was a question asked nor freedom offered. That entire setup was a psy-ops game to get in Targets head and remind her she is property now.

Then things got real in the soundproofed lined attic. Bench Press introduced her to roasting, and a method Mr. Tick refers to as Electickle, followed by a new version of the sphere. The target was edged nonstop, as Mr. Tick knows how much this arouses her. Tickling, *dging, tickling. Ceaseless after being ‘tenderized’ from roasting.

But she still refused to talk.

This is where John Shines.

Now her legs are sheathed in steel shanked leather, then strapped together. Her big toes leashed and lashed back, her torso held with criss crossed straps on her hip girdle area, and her arms also in a pair of steel shanked leather sheaths, pinning her arms above her head, all the Target can do is take whats coming.

Her perfect soft bare soles are coated in h*ney once again, with a more powerful heater put upon them, this reaches a new height of intensity, and preps her for a more intense tickling coming up. John knows anything inflicted upon them will pay him back dividends when it comes to his favorite method of information gathering: tickling.

Her emotes and audible p*in begins to leak out faster than before. Mr. Tick then gives the Target a reprieve from the p*in, and adds b*by oil, cooling her off rapidly. “Oh f*ck that feels better!”, she says.

Mr. Tick responds, ‘Does it?’.

Then turns up the heat to high and reminds her that talking brings even more relief than the oil. Something to think on.

The Target is s*ffering terribly at this point but to remind her how helpless she is, Mr. Tick adds another leather strap, and then another taking away even more mobility. She still refuses to talk. Impressive but it won’t matter.

John retrieves more items, and reminds her how her heightened sensitivity won’t be pleasant.

Immediately going to work with model 2 of the TGun, she immediately starts to laugh while exclaiming ‘oh f*ck’ followed by ‘not the toes!’ When he places the rotating brush along the tops of each. He then buries the brush DEEP in her arches - her worst spot and reminds her she can talk.

Mr. Ticks earlier method using Tickle TV was more than just a way to get into her mind, it was also a way to probe and experiment to see what she really despises. Acting upon that information, the newest version of the Terrorizers are utilized upon her exposed and pinned underarms. She fights and resists, her panic in her voice becoming stronger. He taunts her nonstop, offering the opportunity to talk and she continues to resist.

But she begins to cr*ck. She submits, but the moment he ceases, she withdraws her desire to speak. No John knows he’s close.

Moving to Doomfeather, he places it in her naval and she begins to cr*ck all over again, begging for it to end. The Target can not stop repeating ‘no’ when her ribs are touched, followed by ‘please stop’. He takes note.

Her palms are held opened and tickled, then Doomfeather is wedged in her waistline on her hipbone while version 2 of TGun whisks ever so lightly at her underarms.

Finally, Doomfeather 2 is activated - activated in a spot that made her panic prior, during her Tickle TV evolution. She taps.

Too bad.

As a reminder what resistance will bring, Mr. Tick decides to break her in half, and the punishment continues. For how long? Until he’s certain she never resists or defies again. Back to tickling her restrained feet gently, then heavier - gentler makes the Target giggle and laugh, heavier edges her and makes her desperate. Very. Very. Desperate.

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