Kill la Kill

    Ma petite belle torture

 This fanfic is a “what if” fetish story which includes elements of extreme tickling, starring Nui Harime, Satsuki Kiryuin and Ryuko Matoi from “Kill la Kill”. Other characters make an appearance. Some spoilers may take place, please be warned.

    The memory of his conversation with the lady still intrigued him as he typed endlessly at the many keyboards he had at his disposal. His focus evaded from his mission for a while as he relived in his mind the peculiar request Lady Satsuki had for him.     

     - Inumuta! May I have your attention? - As was usual in Satsuki Kiryuin, even when trying to be polite her demanding personality could be perceived easily. As she got into the informatics club, she slammed her heel to the ground. A signal that all the presents understood that she, the most important person in the school, wanted to exchange words with the club’s president in private. - I always have time to spare for you - Said the thin boy, the collar in his coat opened as he spoke which allowed his lips to be seen - Is there anything I can help you with? - His collar closed shut again once he finished his speech. He was not being simply respectful to the lady. It was true he was doing nothing of vital importance. Truth was told, as soon as the student that he and the rest of the Four Three-Stars had been “disciplining” had escaped, he had not been assigned with any assignment in particular. He would never admit it in front of the lady, but the last week had been a pain in the ass because of those orders. His mind came back to reality when Satsuki’s authoritative voice spoke - There is something I require from you in fact - She was not looking at him, her dark eyes were fixated to the ground, as if she had some trouble finding the words she wanted to say. This intrigued him - Anything you ask, I will be happy to help - He vowed politely eager to know the cause of her benefactor’s discomfort. After a tense silence she spoke, her black hair trembled and he could swear he saw a bit of red tingeing her cheeks - There is some information about a certain topic I need you to do a research about… - She paused - Be wary, nobody has to know about his conversation - Her expression was serious, Hoka knew that disobeying Lady Satsuki would do him no good - As soon as you get the results share them with me and destroy any evidence about it - .     

    The subject he was investigating about was none other than a method of torture and/or interrogation that was not lethal, most exactly, Lady Satsuki asked for one in particular “I want to know all that there is about forcing someone into submission by means of tickling” had the lady clad in white said. Her aura emanated a desire for revenge that he could not describe, even her Kamui, Junketsu, seemed to agree with her, sharing the same grudge as the one who wore it with pride. His research was proving to be successful, even if there was not many relevant information on the matter, save for various focussed points of fetish industry, his skills were up to the task. By hacking some databases he had found interesting information on methods used by real governments against enemy spies. It was fascinating how cruel the human being could be. He found records of alluring female military officers, strong and trained in the horrors of wars, breaking like little children after hours of torment against their will; simply by stroking various artefacts against their skin. In the majority of cases the soles of their feet seemed to give the best of results making even the most strong-willed of them to submit and to plead for forgiveness.
     Even if he was not really interested in this sort of thing, he found the data he found captivating. But the reason was simple: the process of research itself was what made his soul burn with passion. His mind considered that his little aside was finished and continued with the report, in no time he would present the lady plenty of the information, what kind of use she would give it, he did not know. When the lady left the club’s chamber he thought her feet directed her with firm steps to another member of the student council: the sewing club. But he shrugged his shoulders; that had nothing to do with his research.     

    Mistress Ragyo shone with magnificent light, as she, the president of Revocs, the leading company in the world clothing industry, should. She moved with a kind elegance no other human would be able to imitate. Her mere presence was enthralling, Nui Harime, who wore with pride the title the mistress herself had given her, the Grand Couturier, looked at her unable to hide the respect she felt towards her. She was speechless as she saw the woman walking towards her. There was nothing else in the world, only the mistress, whose light shone like thousands of rainbows together - You have served me well - She spoke softly, each word felt like music in Nui’s ears - I knew I’ve done the right choice trusting you, my sweet girl - She got closer, she was looking directly at her in the eye - With you at my side we can make the will of the life-fibber a reality - She was just a step away from the petite blonde - Come with me… - There was something in her pause that made Nui felt uneasy - …Satsuki - Ragyo Kiryuin kept walking, she passed through the astounded seamstress, ignoring her completely. Nui turned around just to see an image that filled her heart with rage. The mistress had disregarded her in favour of her useless daughter. It was not fair; she had not worked as hard as her. Nui wanted to complain, to make herself being noticed, but her lips were sewn together with life-fibber, a kind of needlework impossible even for her to undone. She saw the two feminine figures shining together, leaving. The only light in the world was abandoning her putting her down in the darkness.     

     - NO! MISTRESS RAGYO! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE! - Nui suddenly woke up, sweating, scared and pleading like a child. She was so confused that she did not notice the point of a familiar scissor blade aimed at her neck - Bitch! Don’t you scare me like that again! - Threatened a distant voice - Or I’ll cut your little Lolita ass into pieces! - Nui could not care less about those puny intimidations, she was looking for the mistress, but she was nowhere to be seen. There were only two people in the room, herself and some black-haired girl she had seen somewhere, but she could not recall where. Her blue eye scanned the area, since she did not found what she as looking for she decided that to get on her feet would be the only chance to make things go back to normal with the mistress. But her body would not budge; it was in that exact moment when she realized her situation. She was resting on a fashionable bed in the middle of a gloomy looking chamber. Only the bed was luxuriously decorated, with fine sheets, ribbons and heart-shaped ornaments here and there, it really suited her taste. But the contrast against the grey concrete walls, made her grow suspicious, she knew that chamber. Her eye crossed looks with the bluish ones of the girl present, little by little her mind started to gather pieces together.
     - You! - Shouted the seamstress - Where am I? - She demanded menacingly. But the girl simply gave her back at her and seated on a chair, her arms crossed over the reverse of it, and sighed - Fuck this shit - She said to no one in particular - I don’t know why I have to babysit this bitch - She gripped her sword’s handle until her knuckles went white - She’s the one who killed dad… - She said in an stern tone. Nui smiled wickedly - Your dad? The one who made this? - She was not in the least concerned about her ordeal; she would simply undo her bounds, reach for her half of the scissor blade and have some little fun with that stupid girl. She would make her suffer; nobody humiliated her in battle, tied her and lived to tell the tale.
    But something was wrong. In front of the puzzled look of the girl, who watched her as if she was crazy, her body did not respond to her orders. She examined her bounds: she lay over the bed, her frame making a T. Her head was resting over a comfortable pillow, which allowed her for little movement. Due to that she could understand how helpless she was. Each of her wrists was at one end of the bed with red shackles restraining them. Her legs were tied together, her calves under the same type of restrain at her wrists. Similar bounds were applied to her neck as well. Escape was not possible upon the realization of some fact: the bounds were made of some material that limited the life-fibbers in her body. They seemed similar to the Gooku uniforms tailored at Satsuki’s academy. She was fully clothed, but the fact that she could see a pair of similar fetters next to her ankles gave her a bad feeling.     

     - All bark and no bite now huh? - Mocked Ryuko at the restrained girl. If it was not for Senketsu she would have simply ripped her apart like a turkey, it was just what the person that had crumbled her whole world deserved. Her thoughts of revenge were interrupted by her faithful Kamui - Ryuko, your blood is boiling again - There was something in his voice that always helped her to remain calm - I know, I have to keep my cool - She replied - But, you know, it’s so annoying, I have the person I have been looking for all this time right in front of me and I can’t do anything to her, just have an eye on her. As if she is going to go anywhere… - The sailor outfit reassured her - Satsuki has promised us retribution - Ryuko was puzzled at that statement - Us? This has nothing to do with you… - Asked the girl in a low voice - It has, anything that troubles you, troubles me. I’m your uniform after all - Ryuko felt embarrassed at these words - You idiot, you are not just my uniform, you are my friend… - That tender moment was interrupted by a sweet voice full of acidic poison
     - Are you talking to your Kamui? How can someone be that crazy? It’s just a piece of clothing, you moron! - Nui stared at her with superiority, despite her precarious situation the seamstress still looked down on any human. Ryuko got up violently - You shut up right now, or else I will… - She got cut short - You’ll do what? - Sneered the blonde - I have no idea what you are planning to do with me, but it won’t work, as soon as I get out of this you and Satsuki are as good as dead - Her face displayed a nefarious homicidal intent.     

    The sound of a heel slamming the pale concrete ground silenced anything else. The room suddenly was filled in light - I would mind your words if I were you, Nui Harime - Said Satsuki Kiryuin, who had just entered the room, carrying a bag that she left on the ground, next to the bed. - What’s with the act? - Whispered Ryuko to Senketsu - Does she have to do that everywhere? - The uniform was clueless and fell in silence. Satsuki ignored them and continued with her speech, her superior attitude unaltered - You have wronged me - Ryuko cleared her throat - Us - Corrected the girl with the black mane - And obviously you must be punished for what you did to us - If Nui was preoccupied with what would become of her, she did not show that in any form - Oh, yeah, so scary - Said the restrained blonde - Satsuki is mad because I played a bit with her. Maybe you liked it? Why don’t you untie me so I can finish what that little girl over there interrupted? She can join the fun too - Ryuko fell for that provocation and claimed - Look, little thing, if you want to play the game it’s going to be by our rules - She looked at Satsuki - I waited as you asked, now what? Can we kill her? - She got her sword ready - We are not killing anyone - Replied Satsuki to the surprise of the presents, save for Nui, who smiled arrogantly - Figures, little Satsuki is just a little pansy after all… - The short-haired girl was getting more furious by any passing moment - Are you kidding me? All this waiting for nothing? Then why do we have her tied up? - .
    Satsuki paid no attention to her, her eyes were fixated on her prey. She remembered each detail of the torture that maniac had made her go through. She detested every minute of it. But what she hated the more was the fact that she managed to break her resolve. Something that no one else had accomplished before. This, Satsuki Kiryuin could not tolerate. And Nui would understand the consequences of her acts.
     - Matoi - Said Satsuki still looking at her captive - It is imperative that you can see the big picture here. This girl is part of a bigger plan on which you also have a role to play. She has information. That is more precious than anything else at this moment. And there’s only one way to obtain it - She looked at Ryuko - Besides, you will find the method of extraction I’ve chosen quite satisfying as you help me - The girl wearing the sailor outfit was at a loss of words, but, at the same time, was gathering the pieces of the puzzle - So you are telling me we are going to play spies on this little bitch. Fine with me. What are we going to do? Cut her, beat her bones, or are we… - - We tickle her - Interrupted Satsuki in a tone that made clear no place for disagreement was allowed. All the while, Nui, who was yawing out of pure boredom, gave her a brief, but concerned look. Something that Satsuki did not miss.
    Silence followed. Ryuko looked at Satsuki as if she had said the strangest thing in the world, Nui, on the other hand, started to giggle, a sound that could make anyone shiver - What a bunch of shit. So it’s going to be like that? Eye for an eye, huh? How stupid - Satsuki returned the defiant look the blonde was giving her and said - Are you suggesting that this method of interrogation will not affect you? - Nui simply sneered - I may be a little ticklish. But the point is, I’m not human, my life-fibbers will regenerate if you make me any harm. And then you are going to simply touch this little body of mine. You should have finished me when you could, but no, you let me heal after you cut me. How useless! - It was then when Satsuki laughed; a triumphant and glorious torrent of laughter - You are the one who is clueless. Not only I have investigated in the matter, I also have experienced it myself by your hands - She bit her lips just by remembering that moment - There is harm produced to the human body when tickling is applied. If prolonged, the lungs will accumulate damage leading to death. However, long periods of torture are necessary, and the damage takes it time - She paused - Don’t you see it? Your regenerative abilities will work faster than that. Meaning we can tickle you for as much as we want - She got closer to the bed - You will not faint or lose your consciousness. Which means me can tickle you endlessly - She sat near Nui, and looked at her in the eye - But I wonder about your mind? How long will it take for us to crush your sanity, to turn you into our slave? I’m looking forward to hear you beg - Nui was not scared by those remarks and simply replied - Vous êtes une stupide - .
     - Wait a moment! - Said Ryuko who had finally finished digesting what was happening - Is that all? Are we going to do just that? Tickle her? What are we, kindergarten girls or something? - Satsuki did not pay attention to her complains, got up and looked at her - What is it? I’ve got something on my face? - Asked a stubborn and bold Ryuko - Not you, there’s something on your Kamui, raise your arms - .     

    Against her will, Ryuko felt her arms moving - What the hell is going on? Senketsu! - She shouted to the uniform who only replied - I’ve just been cleaned and ironed! I will not let that act of love from Mako’s mom go to waste! No stains will cover me! Please, Satsuki help me keep me clean! - But, naturally, Satsuki could not listen to him. Instead she did something unexpected; she slid her fingers in Ryuko’s sides. Poking the girls as she wriggled them up and down - What the fuck are you dohohoing!? - The short-haired girl started laughing immediately before this sudden attack - Just showing you how effective the method is - Replied Satsuki in a boring tone as she strode her fingers around the other’s armpits. Ryuko felt that her strength was abandoning her. She fell to her knees, and fidgeted around, like a defenceless little girl. But Satsuki would not stop. She crouched beside her and continued tormenting her - Cut it out! Ahahaha! - Said the girl, but her pleas fell in deaf ears - I’m seriousuhuhuhu! Stopohohop right now! - It was then when Satsuki decided to change her tactic and when for Ryuko’s exposed navel area. At that moment, the girl went ballistic - Nohohoho!!!! STOPHOHOHOP!! - .     

    Minutes later, Satsuki left go of Ryuko. Nui observed the situation in silence, thinking about how stupid they were, fighting each other. Ryuko was mad at this sudden attack and, after regaining her breath, confronted Satsuki - What was that for? Do you want to pick up a fight with me? - The other ignored the provocation - So - Wanted to know the tall girl - Do you agree with me in the efficacy of this method - Ryuko was taken aback with that question - Well…I have to admit that you are right…That was… - - …horrible! - Senketsu finished the sentence - You too felt it?! - Ryuko was surprised, she would have never imagined that her Kamui would be that sensitive - I almost feel bad for that girl over there. Almost - Replied the uniform.     

     - Let’s not waste anymore time - Commanded, Satsuki, she removed her boots in front of the confused looks of the other two girls - Matoi! - She ordered - I will leave her feet to your care - Having said this, she climbed the bed, resting over Nui’s slender body - So, Grand Couturier. Are you ready for this? - She asked; her hands readied over her victim’s exposed arm pits. Nui was about to reply something but could not, she started laughing as soon as Satsuki touched her - Hahahaha! This is not enough to break mehehehe! - .     

    Seated at the end of the bed, Ryuko was enthralled at Nui’s reactions. It had been only a few seconds, since Satsuki started caressing slowly and teasingly the girl’s delicate underarms and she was laughing already. She watched like in a trance the petite girl’s bane attempts at resistance. She moved her legs as much as her bounds allowed her, since her upper body was pinned down under Satsuki’s weight. Her laugh had something addictive; it was a charming and beautiful sound. But it was clear that the girl could handle it. - Matoi! - Satsuki’s imposing voice returned her to reality, she turned around to look at her without neglecting the treatment she was giving to that tender skin of Nui’s who laughed heartily - Time’s wasting, remove her shoes and get going, unless you want me to do the same thing to you! In that bag you will find all the instruments you will need to help you - Ryuko let out a grumble, she remembered agreeing to cooperate because of her mutual hate towards Nui, not to be ordered around by that spoiled bitch. Her hands reached for the end of the seamstress little boots. However, she stopped, Satsuki’s bare legs, and most specifically, her feet, were facing her, alluring and ignorant to a surprise attack. She remembered how she had suddenly tickled her sides - Maybe later… - She thought smiling evilly. She started to remove the right shoe, revealing the soft and pinkish skin of the girl.     

    Nui laughed endlessly, she knew she was ticklish, but she was not expecting to be this sensitive. It did not matter, she would resist, wait for them to get tired and strike back. But she was starting to have second thoughts about her previous actions. Maybe tickling Satsuki that badly was not a good idea, now she was resentful on her and was channelling that hate towards her, doing her best to make her laugh; which she was doing expertly. Her ten fingers traced her tantalizing skin in various ways, always at the same slow pace, but exciting her nerves efficiently. Her strokes were elegant and direct. - You are tohohoho gohohod at thihihihis!! - She claimed, laughing her heart out. It was then when she noticed something going on at her feet. Something she could not see properly, due to the shackle in her neck and Satsuki’s body seating over her. She noticed the chamber’s cool air caressing the sole of her right foot. Soon after, the same happened to the right one. A firm pressure over her ankles made it clear for her that her feet were now immobile and at the mercy of the girl whose father she killed long ago. She would have gasped in anticipation if it was not for the laughter. But she was starting to think that her predicament might be a precarious one. Then, hell was loosed in the soles of her nimble feet.     

    Ryuko was not surprised to see that Nui’s feet matched the rest of her body. The Lolita gave an image of utter adorableness, and her feet were not exception. They were well taken care, no imperfection was found. They were not big, just as petite as the girl was. Her little toes wriggled in anticipation. It was truly a captivating vision. Ryuko sneered - Time to pay! - As she got a feather from the bag full of tools. She moved it frantically, roughly, with no delicacy. She slithered it up and down the soles of the two feet who moved in unison, trying to get away. But she would not let them. Those little soles, just like any enemy, would see no mercy from her. She grabbed the left one, haltering her movement, and enjoyed herself using the soft feather all over it. Nui’s reaction was immediate. She laughed even harder than before and tried to move the foot away, but it was no use, Ryuko held it tightly as she tickled it incessantly. The feather moved in quick strokes that sent Nui further into insanity.     

    Satsuki was pleased with her captive’s reactions. But it was not enough, they had to break her spirit as well as her body - Nui Harime - She spoke as she continued teasing the armpits that could do nothing but to endure the tickling - You must know, you brought this upon yourself - She increased the intensity on which she tickled the girl, who was having trouble keeping her composure - Whahat do you meAHAHAHAHAN? - Satsuki looked behind her; it seemed that her ticklish tandem was showing great results. - It’s easy, I admit that I was careless, and that’s the reason you got me - - I suhuhure dihihihd! - Replied a resilient tailor - But there were two big mistakes you made. Can you guess them? - Satsuki smiled with mischief, a plan was forming in her mind.     

    Nui was already in hysterics. The duo tickling her was proving too much for her. On the one hand, there was the delicate but continuous tickling from Satsuki, on the other; Ryuko was tormenting her in an unforeseeable manner, it was impossible to predict how she would strike next. And her poor feet were suffering from that. In a moment she would use the feather to bring ticklish agony to her heels, and the next one she would attack the balls, just to later go for her insteps. But she did not neglect her toes, who could blame her? They were so small and adorable they almost begged to be touched. And Ryuko not only touched them with the feather, she was testing their limits. If that was not enough, Satsuki was confusing her with stupid questions that she did not care. Her mind was in a haze as she laughed. But she tried to comply and to answer, just to make them see that she could resist. At least that was her intention.     

     - I hihihi don’t cahahahre! Ahahaha! I DON’T CAHAHAREHEHE! - Finally said Nui. Satsuki smiled - That’s not a nice answer. I won’t tell you if you don’t ask nicely - She leaned forward, teasing the girl - And if you don’t ask things nicely, we will have to punish you - She paused, but she continued to drag her fingers on her underarms - I’m sure you are a clever girl who can imagine how we are going to do that - She looked behind her - Matoi, pass me the feather duster! -  - Stop bossing me around! - Replied the girl lending her the object. The Kiryuin state’s heir noticed that Ryuko had also decided to change her strategy; she was wriggling her fingers ready to send Nui to a ticklish hell. She gave her a stern look, asking for her patience. She looked back at their victim, feather duster in hand, making sure that the girl could see it and could imagine what kind of fate awaited her - Tell, me, do you want to know what your mistakes were? - Nui giggled, it appeared that her skin was still tingling form the tickling they had forced on her. - Hehehe Screw you - She replied with a wide grin, that Satsuki gave back - Wrong answer - .     

    The chamber was filled with Nui’s laughter, this time there was no trace of fighting spirit on her. Only a desperate stream of guffaws that escaped her lips. She was not sure what was worse: countless feathers that were attacking her upper body; going for her most sensitive spots, including her neck, arm pits and her cleavage. Or her feet being assailed by a furious array of quick strokes. It felt as if Ryuko had decided to steal all of her sanity by touching every single inch of her poor feet. The only thing she could do was laugh. - OHOHOHOKAHAHAY! I Wahahahnt to know! What did I dohoho wrohohohong! AHAHAHAHA!!! - .     

    Thanks to a gesture from Satsuki everything stopped, only briefly though. She smiled confidently, her plan was going to make fruition - Before I tell you, there is something I must say: information is not free. Once finished we will increase your torment - She got the greatest pleasure possible just by seeing Nui’s expression of worry - But that’s not faAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAAH!!! -  The Lolita screamed as she was tickled again, she was the victim there and had nothing to say about the way they would torture her, just to accept it. Satsuki increased the volume of her voice to make herself being heard above the laughing mess that Nui was causing. Never neglecting the attention to her tired skin that was overwhelmed with sensations - Your first mistake was simple: you said it yourself, you told the Four Three-Stars to keep with their previous orders, even to increase their efforts - She used the feather duster in one hand, assaulting the soft armpit with deliberate strides that covered its surface entirely. With her free hand, she caressed the other underarm with delicacy. Making sure the seamstress suffered as much as possible. Judging from the way she tried to move her legs, Ryuko was taking her part on the blonde’s soles seriously. - But there was one problem there - She continued - You didn’t bother to know what those order were. Do you want to know? - Nui only laughed, ignoring her question. A bad move that Satsuki would not tolerate. She switched hands with the feather duster and tickled her relentlessly until she got the message - I dohohohn’t knohohohow! What were the dahahamed orders! AHAHAHAH So muhuhuhch tihihickling! Dahaham ihihihit! - Satsuki was pleased with the response and shared her knowledge.     

     - They were “disciplining” a certain student - Said the academy’s leader, Ryuko remembered the last horrible week and scratched with renewed effort the feet in front of her. Making Nui to squeal and to laugh even harder. Satsuki did not notice this and kept on - Those were the orders, but in truth they were not doing anything on the like. They were training Ryuko Matoi over there. That’s why we were able to defeat you - Ryuko lifted her head from the feet she was tickling, and looked at Satsuki’s back with curiosity, was the proud and powerful Satsuki Kiryuin confessing that there was humbleness inside of her? - I admit it, I can’t eliminate mother alone. My ability to wear Junketsu is not as good as I’d like. In those conditions I’m no match for her and her minions, you included, Nui Harime. That’s why I organized the student council tournament, to see if Matoi was strong enough to fight by my side - This time, Ryuko saw the mighty girl showing compliance in the look she gave her - But she lost to me, showing me that she was not ready for the task - Ryuko’s fingers almost stopped wriggling over the soft skin. She did not expect the real reason being that. She realized that if it was not for Satsuki’s plan she would not have gotten strong enough to defeat the person who took his father’s life…     

     - And now, it’s time for you to pay - Said Satsuki, stopping briefly with her tickling - Matoi, give me the lotion - Nui’s body got stiff as she wondered what else would be inside of that devilish bag of tricks. She still wanted to show them that she was not afraid of them. But they were tickling her pretty badly. And they were not finished yet. She saw with dread how Satsuki soaked her hands in a transparent liquid that she spread all over her already sensitive skin. She was in the brink of sobbing. She had only tickled the girl a bit, and killed the other’s father. Those were not enough reasons to be that mad with her. Then, they started anew with tickling her. This time, Satsuki’s fingers felt even more terrible as the lotion increased her awareness. She could only laugh in response of that. But something else came out from her lips when she felt a different sensation over the soles of her feet - WAHAHAHAHAT IT THAHAHAT?!!! STOHOHOP IT! I CAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!!! - She could not manage to fathom what in the world was going on over her poor soles. Have not they suffered enough? In addition to the maddening touches on her over-sensitive armpits, now the pitiable feet were experiencing an unbearable trial: she felt Ryuko, with one hand, holding and pulling her big toes together preventing her soles from moving and keeping the skin taut - NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHA! - She howled like a hysteric beast when she felt some kind of instrument racking her tiny soles. It was as if countless of needles were pinching the skin, moving back and forth. She did not now what kind of tool was, but one thing was clear, it was devastating and she wanted it to stop at once.