The man reaches and places his hand at Ciara's restrained wrists. He begins to slowly drag his fingers down her slim arms, slowly approaching her armpits. The look on her face is one of strained laughter as she is very ticklish and just the touching of her arm puts her on the edge of breaking. The man notices this and stops his approach. Ciara lets out a long breath as she had to hold her breath just to keep from breaking. The man asks again, "So, what is your name then?"
Ciara responds reluctantly, "My name is Ciara."
"That wasn't so hard now was it?"
"I answered your question, now answer mine. Whats your name?"
"You aren't exactly in a position to be making demands. But, I guess there isn't much harm in you knowing my name. My name is Kyle."
"Well, I guess it's not very nice to meet you Kyle."
Kyle laughs and continues with his questioning. "So, why are you on this island."
"Our boat crashed. We got stranded here, and we want to leave as soon as we can."
"Our? We? You aren't alone here?"
Ciara panicked, she had now put her friends in danger as well. "I-I miss-sspoke. I'm alone."
Kyle doubted this. "You don't need to lie to me, and I should warn you that you will regret lying to me."
"I'm being honest, I'm alone."
"We will see about that"
Kyle then grabs a feather off the table. Ciara struggles in her bondage, "Please no, please don't tickle me. I'm telling the truth. Please."
Kyle once again begins at her hands, wiggling the feather around on the palms of her hands. She is surprised by the fact that even this tickles but she holds back any laughter. The feather slowly glides down her arms and the giggles begin to become on the verge of breaking and Ciara's mouth stretches into a strained grin. The feather finally reaches her right armpit and she almost instantly cracks. "Pleaahahaaeeaeahsaeeaeaheaehaha, stoaohaahhaohahoahoap ihhihohohiaiahattathiatt pleaaeaehhahaehaeheahesshshesee. Noohahoahahoahahooaheaahoehe moaoehaheooaoehoheohrhroroaeeea." Suddenly Ciara's laughter went up an octave as Kyle had put down the feather and had begun to use his fingers to tickle Ciara's sensitive underarms. "HAHahahahHAhahAPLAElaealaeAEASASeea. EEHEhehAHAHhHEHEHAhehah. PLAEEAHAHAEASAAEAEeahah SToaHOHAohaohoappP!!!"
Kyle looks Ciara in the eye and says, "The truth."
"No," Ciara responds defiantly catching her breath from the tickling of her sensitive pits.
"Fine then we will step up the fun Ciara"
Ciara cringes at the way Kyle says her name. Kyle begins to ponder what he should do next. He glances to Ciara's feet and the look on Ciara's face is pure panic. Her feet are her most ticklish spot and it doesn't help that she had just gotten a pedicure before getting on the yacht, making her feet extra sensitive. Kyle doesn't notice this though, and continues to look Ciara up and down when her belly button showing through her one piece bikini catches his eye and Ciara's face once again shows her panic as her belly button is also significantly ticklish, but nowhere near as bad as her small feet.
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