Thank you so much to the readers encouraging me to go on with this story! Sorry that it took me ages to freaking update.

III Tricky
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I gathered the ingredients for scrumptious cookies together and prepared the batter. Riku watched me so vacantly that I wondered if he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. I finished up whipping the batter — even the grinding of the machine didn't seem to deter him — and forming little balls on cookie sheets. Riku eventually got up and lent a hand, but he was distant, far away. It was odd, like he was in this little trance of sorts. Then again there were so many bizarre things that had happened in the past few days that I didn't take much note of it.

After tossing a few sheets into the oven, we leaned against the countertop, and stared off into space. After awhile of doing absolutely nothing, it had become rather apparent we were being blatantly spied on by Roxas and company. Riku sniffed the air and said; "you know, the house always used to smell like this because you lovedbaking cookies, all the time. It was never your mom who had baked them, and she didn't eat them, either. She hasn't changed much since then…." Riku trailed off. Why was he telling me something like this?It made no sense whatsoever; I'd always lived with my father. That was one thing I could be sure of.

"I've never lived here before this summer," I say slowly.

"You don't trust me?" Riku eyed me disparagingly.

"No, that's not what I meant," I lied behind my teeth. Riku, face going blank, shrugged and turned his attention out the window. There wasn't much to look at, except for a field of deep green grass and some dumb birds pecking at the ground, occasionally staring back at Riku like they were having a private conversation. Rather abruptly, like a quick slap on the ass, I was pinned against the counter by a big, blunt object. This object, I came to realize, was Riku's notably hard, hot body pressing against mine. His arms trapped me from both sides, not that I was really going to make a move against him. For one, he was at least three times my size, and I might have MOLEST ME PLEASE written on my forehead.

I heard the lid pop off a Tupperware bowl. "One of these cookies is drugged," Riku whispered in my ear. I shuddered pleasantly. Ooooh I loved that feeling and….wait a second!

"Drugged?" I hissed skeptically, and Riku responded superbly by quite literally shoving a cookie down my throat. Dizziness slowly but surely took over; things started going blurry, and I began slipping down to my knees. Obviously not thinking straight, I rested my head against one of Riku's thighs. The last thing I remember was being hefted up onto Riku's shoulder, and the chorus of a bewildered "SORA!!"

…An hour or two later.

My head throbbed erratically under my eyelids — they fluttered open, squinted, and shut against the blaring orange spotlight overhead. There was a rustling of chains and the irritating scrape of metal against metal. Feeling a cool draft tickle my skin, it suddenly occurred to me that I was naked. I shot straight up, then, after a wave of nausea hit me, lay down again.

"Sora, you've yet to fully repay me" Riku's distinguishable voice echoed in the distance. It pried viciously at the migraine centering somewhere in my head. I shut my eyes tight against him and the light. I tried to ignore the fact that I was exposed to him, that I'd probably be the butt of all jokes for, God, years.

I found my voice, still shaken up from whatever drug he'd spiked my cookie with. "Why the hell am I naked?" I open my eyes up just enough to glare at him. Instead, I found myself gawking; startled that he, too, was naked. And, damn…it wasn't that bad of a sight, either — I shook my head, clandestinely chanting; don't have think perverted things about your rapist!

As if overhearing my thoughts, and somehow I wouldn't be surprised, Riku chuckled under his breath and moved forward — I tried very hard not to be curious if his dick was moving also or if it was, well, near immovable — to block out the harsh light. His form became a tangible shadow, and flashbacks from my dreams hit me hard. For a moment, his eyes gleam a bright yellow. Despite this, I was becoming more and more worried of Riku's wandering hands. Couldn't he have just been merciful and at least rape me in my sleep?

Those hands danced around my legs, and through the storm in my eardrums I heard him comment amusedly about my shaving(lack of puberty, damnit!). They skimmed over my sides and momentarily brushed my nipples. Having had enough, I struggled to shove him off, but just then noticed that my arms wouldn't move no matter how hard I tried to lift them. Glancing down, I realized I was chained to one of those paper-covered beds you'd sit in during a check-up. Of course I was restrained. I tried to knee him in the balls, but found that my ankles, too, were shackled. Panicking, I screamed and hollered and cried, but to no avail…

…Five minutes later.

"Oh my God, Riku!! Stop it!!"

"It feels so good, Sora!"

"No not there! It hurts!"

"You'll feel better afterwards!"

"Not if my ribs are broken!"

I threw back my head and bit down on my lip. I had to hold it in. If I didn't, Riku would think I was enjoying this ­— but it was hurting…hurting…so good. I couldn't restrain myself any longer, I absolutely had to let it all out.

"HAHAHA! Okay, okay, seriously, stop!"

Riku backed off, grinning like he'd seriously just fucked me hard instead of tickling me nearly to death. I swallowed oxygen greedily, closing my eyes and resting my strained lounges. My sides stung, and my ankles and wrists were chaffed from the rusty chains.

"Next time I'm using the feather," Riku wiggled his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. I can handle something bigger than that."

We snorted. Riku then unleashed me from the chains and helped me sit up. He handed me a soft white robe, and I quickly wrapped it around my aching body. I chewed on my lower lip, not sure what to make of what just happened. Riku had a freaking tickling fetish. Well, that…was unexpected, to say the least. I watched him, mostly his ass, leave the room. I glanced around, taking in the dungeon for the first time. It was just like those S&M dungeons I saw on a porn channel once, except full of feathers and strange devices that couldn't possibly be used for sex. Although, I couldn't help but be curious if the dank room was used for anything else than tickling pleasures.

Riku returned promptly with a silver platter of milk and cookies. "The bathroom is upstairs if you need it. Tell my mother when you're ready to go home. I've got some business to take care of."

"Riku, wait!" I cried before he could head for the door. He turned around, eyebrows creasing like he was wondering how I could possibly trouble him after he'd literally kidnapped me and freaked the shit out of me. "You didn't…touch me while I was out of it, right?" I put nervous emphasis on touch.

"Does your dick feel the way it does after masturbating?"

"Well, no…"

"Does your ass hurt?"

"No...just my sides."

"There you go." Riku slammed the door behind him.

Even so, I was terribly uncomfortable with the idea of someone stripping me down without my consent. I stared at the cookies. They seemed so innocent and sweet, almost like they were silently begging me to take a bite out of them. Instead, I swiped them off the counter, feeling strangely maniacal for doing so. I would have done an evil laugh, too, if the door hadn't opened just then.

"Did you boys have fun?" a woman around her mid-thirties smiled at me with straight white teeth. Except for the perfect dental hygiene, she looked nothing like Riku. Her hair was dark and curly, her skin caramel, and the most notable feature were her bright, Aloe Vera green eyes. "I'm Riku's mother, you can call me Aoki," she giggled.

"Er — can I go home now?" I sounded like a scared little kid, but I really didn't care. Aoki pouted and crossed her arms over a prominent chest. I swallowed, glancing sideways as to not stare at the cleavage. It was just so…cleavage-y.

"Ooooh," Aoki cooed, "so you swing for both teams."

"What?!" I stared at her, gaping. Last time I checked boobs did nothing for me. Big knockers were just so weird looking! Like someone took a couple of squishy balloons and stapled them to their chest.

"It's alright, hunny, I understand completely."

Jesus Christ, was she really peeling off that thin shirt of hers? Her bra was a hectically exotic print that seemed to get gaudier the closer she sauntered, hips swaying, toward me. I was beginning to get nauseas again.

"I'm gay!"

"So old women aren't your thing…" Aoki sighed in obvious disappointment.

"No, no, I'm flattered but, really, I'm just not that way."

Aoki nodded solemnly and pulled the shirt back on, although it didn't make that much of a difference. I wondered vaguely if Riku had a sex drive like his mother's. Thinking back, I'd heard some rumors about him seducing girls and boys alike, and then dropping them the next day. That, or they weren't ticklish enough for him.

"I'll give you a ride then!" Aoki, doing a complete one-eighty, declared cheerfully. She tugged me by the arm and dismissed my question of 'where are my clothes?' I caught a glimpse of the warm house and had a strange prick of envy. It was decorated with cheap stuff bought at a yard sale — the threads of the garish sofa were frayed. Portraits of chickens and cows and apples and houses in fields of barley adorned the yellowish walls.

We hopped into the polished black Sedan. Aoki checked herself out in the mirror, reapplying bright red lipstick, before starting up the ignition. Pop music from the nineties blasted in the speakers, and Aoki sang along extremely off-key — was she tone def? — as we pulled out the driveway and rolled down the quiet suburbs. I could tell by the perturbed looks of pedestrians that the pounding bass could be heard outside of the van. Caught up in the atrocious silliness of it, I found myself singing "HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIAAAM!!" until my throat hurt.

Arriving at the steel spiked gates, we were half singing, half hollering "AS LONG AS YOU LOVE MEEE!" Aoki leaned over and pressed the red button of the speaker built in to the brick lining of the gates. I could hardly hear what was being said, but I could make out Aoki yelling something along the lines of "SORA AND AOKI, HERE TO PARTAAAY!" To my dismay, the gates actually opened. Was my mother a secret party animal? The thought disturbed me more than I can put into words.

"Thanks for having me over!" I slipped out of the seat, grinning up at her.

"Any time, darling," and with that, the Sedan screeched off into the distance, switching to obscene rap. I stretched my arms to the sky and yawned. All the strangeness and crappy singing had worn me out for the day. I went along the long path, wishing Aoki had brought me up further, but the hierarchal mansion was quite imposing, so I couldn't blame her for stopping at the dauntingly morbid gates.

Just when I turned the doorknob to the house, a stick snapped. Thinking nothing of it, I step into the mansion and shut the door. "I'm back!" I announce, expecting a rejoice of relief, but there was no response. It was quiet…too quiet. I shook it off and assumed they were probably out looking for me. I flipped open my cellphone and speed-dialed Roxas. No service? That was strange; I always got service in the mansion. Maybe Verizon messed up something? I shrugged it off and picked up the house phone instead. There was a looped dull beeping. I tried to dial the number, but nothing happened. "Strange," I murmured. I followed along the wire leading to the phone jack down the hall and into the basement. Holy shit….it was severed off completely.

Heart racing, I flew up the stairs and slammed into the now closed door. I groped for the knob but it was missing. I backed away, nearly tumbling down the steps, and steadied my shallow gasps for breath. This was not a good time to be freaking out, there had to be a different route of escape. I fumbled for the switch, and to my relief, fluorescent light poured over the dusty basement.

Pushing aside various moving boxes, I searched for the trapdoor I'd noticed the one time I'd been down there before. The light above me flickered and went out. Cursing under my breath, I got down on my knees and felt the floor for a handle. Finding it, I tug it open and drop into the dank expanse of dirt, grime, and cobwebs. I can see a light just ahead and scamper-crawl for it. Just as I poke my head out into the garden, a hand grabs my ankle a drags me under a blanket of shadows.

:.to be continued.:

I'm tempted to bump the rating up to M.