Nobody expects

I started with her foot.

She screamed a lot.

They always do their first time.

I could muffle her, but nobody can hear the screams anyway, and she might yet say those special words.

She was already hoarse when I started on the other foot.

Still, I was glad I brought earplugs.

Her hands didn't elicit much of a reaction.

I could tell she was fading, and I had to step it up.

I went straight for her abdomen, and though she struggled, she couldn't break free as I ruined her.

She tossed and cried and spit at me.

I carried on unperturbed.

"Banana hammock," she rasped.

I stopped.  That was our safe word. "Told ya you couldn't handle it."

"I never knew getting tickled could be so painful," she wheezed, sitting up as I untied her restraints.

"Nobody expects it to be," I replied, "until they end up suffocating."

I looked her in the eye. We had been together for a month, and things were going well.

"You want to find out how long that takes?"

"What?! You want to kill me?"

"Not you!  Someone else, it doesn't matter who.  The rush is always the same."

She met my eyes.  I could see the uneasiness she tried to hide.

"I'd rather not.  Let's go upstairs and get some dinner, I'm hungry."

I sighed.  Another failure.

I forced her back down, and started tightening the wrist straps.

I saw her confusion turn to fear, but it was too late for her.

"Are you really going to tickle me to death?" She whispered.

"Nah," I said, getting out my cleaver, "you made me hungry, and KFC is closing soon."