My name is John, and I am a manager at a retail shop. A lot of pretty young girls come into the store every day, and Gwen is one of them. I'm 25 and she's 15. She has long, dark brown curly hair, great legs, beautiful face, the cutest blue eyes you ever saw, and what some of us refer to as "dick-sucking-lips."

She comes into my store every now and then. She never buys anything, she usually just looks around. She's been caught shoplifting at some of the other mall stores, but she's on her best behavior when she's in my store. She tells me she has to do community service to show she's 'reformed,' she'll laugh.

Gwen has a boyfriend, whom I've never seen, and who was stupid enough to walk his 15 year old ass through a slum area, where he got mugged, shot in the ankle, and stripped naked. As you can tell, the guy's an idiot. Anyway, she doesn't see him as often but annoys the hell out of me by telling me how much she loves him. It's annoying because Gwen wears my weakness: short tops which expose her midriff. I love exposed midriffs. Her tummy has ALL the right curves. Often she lets me play with it just to fool around. I'll wiggle my fingers over it, feeling its creamy, smooth texture, dipping into her belly-button, sometimes even racing up her sides. It's always a short encounter, but when you don't have a girlfriend, it's a fix. After she visits I am stuck with a serious case of blueballs.

Today I'm putting stock out. I'm moving some clearance merchandise to another location when she dives her hands into the rack and whips out a black t-shirt.

"Oh WOW! This is SO cool!"

She turns it around for me to see. It looks like some White Wolf, vampire-wannabe drew it. It's, of course, very gothic and very tragic.

She sighed, "I wish I had enough money for it."

She isn't even trying. Most girls would put that extra martyered sigh in their voice to get the edge they need on a guy. She knows she doesn't have to do that. She's just talking normally. Of course I am about to crumble, but I'm a sucker, not a dweeb.

"Well, I could get it for you," I shrug.

"Really?" she grins. All she has to do is reel me in.

"How about this? Would you let me play with your tummy if I buy you that shirt?" Play it cool.

"Mmm! Wow, for this shirt? Yeah! Buy it for me now and I'll be in next week.."

"No," I state simply. "Now. Or I don't even consider it."

"You bully! I can't believe you! Don't you trust me?"

I defend smoothly, "Of course I do, but I can't wait until next week."

She grumps and pouts but my mind is set. Not to say it wasn't easy. She's got me wrapped around her finger and she knows it. I hate her boyfriend at times.

After buying her the shirt, thank god for employee discounts, I buy her a Sprite since she let me know she was thirsty. Now the bait is set. I come back with a Sprite that is laced with GBH. It's a drug that is used for relaxation and has legitimate medical uses. But it's more commonly known as the "Date Rape" drug. In smaller doses, it looses inhibitions. It's available on the black market, which I don't have access to. But over the internet, you can make it with some commonly available chemicals and stuff. I don't have a chemistry degree, but I have my contacts.

After making sure my employees are covering the floor, we go to the backroom. Gwen has a happily triumphant look on her face. She sits on the desk and kicks her legs to some tune in her head. She's got this luscious black top that covers her handful sized breasts. A pair of baggy denim shorts help highlight that stomach I have grown so fond of.

"Ten minutes and that's it, I wanna hit the movies before "Face Off" starts. Got it?"

I nod and pull up a chair in front of her. My cock is already stiff just from LOOKING at her navel!

"Can I use anything else besides my fingers," I ask.

"Like what?" she sips at the soda again.

"My tongue." If I'm going for bust let's do it all the way.

"No way buster, I'm not that easy! Better hurry, you're times' running out.

I feign a grumble, which is partially real. I put my thumbs on her belly button and my fingertips along her sides. Spreading my thumbs out, they dance slowly across her skin. My fingertips digs gently into her soft sides. I have the skill of a massuese, and this is all about bringing her to a simmer. She squirms slightly and her lips spread in a grin. My thumbs do intricate patterns over her tummy. I fight to keep from saying "tickle tickle." Meanwhile my fingers go up and down her sides.

"Hey, John...the deal is for the tummy only..." but she doesn't try to stop me. The nipples standing out from her top show that I am along the right course. Only five minutes left and I have to play it cool. I can feel the head of my cock is already wet with pre-cum and my face is red with excitement.

She giggles just a little bit as I increase the intensity slightly.

"Put your arms above your head," I ask.

"Mmm? Oh, ok," she sighs with this long suffering look. She interlocks her arms above and behind her head. Her nipples stand out more. Her skin pulls taught. Now she is giggling more frequently and occasionally pulls her arms down a bit. With deft movements I stand, dancing my tickling fingers up her sides to her armpits. She doesn't even see the velcro safety straps above her head which I am heading for.

"C'mon John...mmmmmm!....*giggle*...my movies gonna start soon..."

"Just a little while longer, please?"

"Heh heh....oh!....grrrrr.....ok..."

The GBH is in her veins. This is the first opportunity I have had to test it. While I tickle an especially sensitive nerve under her arms to distract her, my other hand goes for the straps.

"Hahahahahahaha..ok ok! That's enough...wait! What are you doing?"

The GBH is keeping her from really screaming out for help. If I had been aggressive from the start, this wouldn't work. By gently seducing her with the tickling that she knows I like to do, she is a partially willing participant. Partially...I want her to resist and desire at the same time.

"At long last," I sigh to no one in particular. I pull her top and bra over her delicate breasts while tickling the tight flesh under them. She jerks.

"John...stop! Let me go!"

"Noooooooooo..." I almost breathe. I am lost in a haze of my own lust and desire. I have wanted to do this for so long. I jerk her shorts and panties down to, I have to have the full effect. I admire her naked, struggling body before taking off my own jeans and underwear. She sees my 6 inch long cock and gets nervous, but she doesn't have to worry about THAT yet.

I savagely, aggressively tickle her along her ribs. She jerks and laughs but the GBH keeps her from making too much noise.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha AAAAAAAAAAAA! God, John, stop!!! Stop! I... nononononohahahahahhahaha, ohgodpleasestop...why are you hee hee!!!!!"

"I am getting my payment," I mumble. I don't care if she hears. I dig my fingers into her ribs more as I lean down and take one of her erect nipples into my mouth. She tastes good. Very good. I want her. I want her now. But I force myself to wait. She is laughing, but not hysterically. The music of the in-store play system will drown that voice out. All I care about is my pleasure, but my tongue is so skillfull that she moans in between lungfulls of giggles.

I pull back, gasping for air. She gasps too, thankfull for the rest. But I see the dampness between her legs, and I know I am control of her now. I get down on my knees and start to eat her out. Hard. She comes. Harder. It almost lifts her off the desk.

"John, please...stop...you're molesting me...ohhhhhhhh....gawwwwwdddddd ....mmmmm! Don't do this..."

I delve my tongue into her snatch as I grab her ankles and tickle her tender soles. She can't stand it. It tickles her so much she almost shrieks. Her gyrations push her pussy harder into my face. I almost cum I'm so excited. Her laughter is intoxicating.

"John! John! Hee hee hee hee Pleaseohplease stop....oh god I'm cumming! Haaaaaahahahahahahahah....Oh god...I'll do anything...stop stop stop Stop STOP!!!"

For half an hour I torture her like this. She loses count of time and the number of times she climaxes.

"Anything?" I growl while tickling her feet.

"What? Heee heee heee heee...no nonnonono..."

"Anything? You said you would do anything..."

"Yes yes yes anything you want just stop tickling my feeeeeeeeeeeeet!!"

I flip her over and grab her ass. She has a second to recover before I ram my cock into her cunt and start fucking her hard. She groans deeply. She forgets herself and pushes back against me, wanting more. I am surprised I don't blow my load immediately.

Then I dig my fingers under her shaven armpits and tickle anew.

"Ohhh noooooooooo! Please you promised...heeeeehahahahah...!"

"I promised nothing," I calmly say. "I merely asked if you would do anything to keep me from tickling your feet." I moan loudly and fuck her even harder as my fingers tickle her under the breasts. She wiggles wildly with tears streaming from her eyes. She begs God and all of creation for mercy...for relief...and finds none.

I time it perfectly. She climaxes when I do and at the height of tickling. I rest for a second inside of her. Then I notice her pushing back on me again.

"You horny little slut..." I grin. She blushes and turns her head away.

"You want me to fuck you, Gwen?" I ask, dominantly.

She gasps. "Yes..."

"I will tickle you, when I fuck you again."

She tenses up, but her pussy is throbbing. The tickling has gotten her hypersensitive and the GBH is doing its job.

"Fuck me, John...!"

"What's that, slut?" I run my tongue along her ribs.

A giggle escapes her lips. "Fuck and tickle me...master..."

New life springs into me. I take her from the front this time, running my fingers over her tummy and navel. She laughs and protests, but I see it in her eyes. I have broken her. Better even, I have addicted her.

I have my fun with my ticklish little Gwen for another 15 minutes. Then I clean both of us up. I dress her and put the shirt I bought on her. After untying her, I lead her to the front, then let go of her wrist before the other employees see.

"Mike, I'm going home early. You can handle things here?"

"What? Oh yeah, coach. No prob."

The other employees don't give Gwen a second look. Once we are outside the store I take her wrist possessively. I lead her to my car.

"Where are we going...master?" she quickly and nervously corrects herself.

I put her on the passenger's side and get in and start the car.

"Your old life is over. We're going home."

"What?! But my boyfriend and parents..."

I level a menacing gaze at her and she freezes.

"Your boyfriend is an idiot and Darwin's principle will weed him out soon enough. Your parents are too hooked on drugs to care about your existance. You should be worshiping me for saving your miserable hide."

She swallows hard as she starts to understand. But she really doesn't. Not yet. But I will teach her. My little Gwen. My tickle slave.

I pull onto the interstate. I tell her to take off her short and give me a blowjob. She moves slowly. I will train that out of her someday. As she sucks me off I tickle her ribs and back leaisurely. I can tell she didn't know her back COULD be ticklish. Her giggles vibrate nicely around my cock.

Good thing this is an automatic, I'm having a hard enough time concentrating on driving as it is. It is going to be a VERY good night...

The End