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.

    This continued for a while until Satsuki spoke again - You have paid enough. Now for the second reason, are you ready? - This time, Nui was allowed some time to rest. She was panting heavily, her nerves still ached form the tickling, especially the ones at her feet. Those were even more sensitive after the long period of torture. She spoke, gasping for what little air she could get - What was that on my feet? - She saw with dread a smile forming in Satsuki’s lips - That? It was just Matoi using a hairbrush on you. But that’s not important right now. Ready to know your second mistake? - She wanted to complain but the tickling started anew, elegant and efficiently from Satsuki and harsh and vicious at the feet by Ryuko’s hands - I dohohon’t wahahant to knohohow! Stohohohop it! - Satsuki smiled again - I think you will need some persuasion - She kept caressing her armpits, slippery from the lotion, the racking at her soles continued as well - No mohohore! Youuhuhu wihihill ticklehehe mehehehe AAHAHANYHIHIHWAHAHAY!! - Satsuki shouted over her desperate pleas - You finally being to understand, but you have nothing to say in the matter. Still I’ll tell you the reason of your defeat before increasing your torment - .
     - When you deprive your enemies of their weaponry you don’t restore it to them. In other words, when you broke my Junketsu you should have finished the job, not to repair it. You even were so foolish as to improve it, making me stronger in the process! Suffer the consequences of your actions! - She looked at the girl that was tickling her sore feet - Matoi pass me the paintbrushes! - Nui moved her head back and forth, tears was about to form on her eye - Please no mohohore!!! - She wheezed desperately when she had her elbows attacked by a pair of devilish soft looking brushes. But if that was not enough, she heard a buzzing sound that made her cry in utter despair even before than felling it against her feet: an electric toothbrush.
     Nui begged, sobbed, pleaded and cried but nothing would decrease her agony. She was not in control of her mind and body anymore. Both of them would react differently of how she ordered them. Her flimsy limbs moved as much as her restrains allowed. And her head was completely focused on one single thing: the tickling she was going through. There was no place for any others useless thoughts. Just the action of tickling and the logical reaction of laughter. The most frightening of this whole situation was the fact that she was starting to elaborate a feeling of regret that she had never thought about before. She looked as her condition of human and life-fibber hybrid as something that put her above the rest of the world and closer to the mistress. But it was because of that she was in such distress. The tickling that engulfed her whole being was continuous, yet her body resisted it all the same without wearing out. No nerve went numb from overload. Her lungs ached but worked perfectly as she laughed endlessly. Her eyes produced an infinite flow of tears. And worst of all, her consciousness was aware of each movement, each stroke and caress their two tortures were producing on her. It was simply too much for the seamstress that howled and laughed not looking human anymore, just a shadow of a being deep in madness. But it tickled too much.     

    Amid the ocean on laughter on which Satsuki and Ryuko were gladly bathing; the first one was masterfully using the paintbrushes over Nui’s upper body, her ticklish armpits did not satisfied her, she paced them against the skin of her cute face, her slender arms, even the palm of her hands; the second one was wildly racing the tooth care instrument against the buttery soles of the feet, not only that, she also attacked their tops and took some sadistic time in brushing each toe individually. What Nui could only do was to laugh at this. She had not gone through any fit of silent laughter yet. Satsuki understood that her theory was right: Nui’s body repaired itself faster than they were damaging it, which meant that no defensive means such as the quiet laughter were necessary. Amongst that desperate laughter Satsuki listened to a flock of words that brightened her face with triumph: - PLEAHAHAHAHASE! NO MOHOHOHORE, I’M SOHOHOHOHORYY! HAHAHAHAHA! NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE… - Nui was completely broken, her fighting spirit was gone. Finally Satsuki had got her revenge. But she still had a bit of resent stored that she waited to unleash at the perfect moment. She kept tickling that little body lost in the maniac laughter that sounded like the most beautiful melody in the world. It was her first victory on her fight against mother, to subdue her most faithful servant.
    She thought someone was calling her name, but whoever it was, they would have to wait, she had a more pressing matter at hand. Making Nui laugh and suffer was her whole world. Suddenly she felt a dreaded and familiar sensation in the sole of her right foot. She left out a surprised gasp, giggled and turned around at lighting speed. She was being under attack and her reflexes did not fail her. In less than a second, she had pinned her assaulter. It was the Matoi girl that lay on the ground, her arms immobilised under her right bare foot and her left knee. She did not move but looked at her, defiantly as always, if there was something she did not lack, it was courage - Ryuko Matoi, we may be temporary allies, but there are some boundaries you should not overstep, explain yourself - - I would, but talking like this is not comfortable, you know - Replied the girl, her eyes darted to the thing that menaced her throat. Instinctively, Satsuki had broken in half the wooden paintbrushes and used the sharp pointy half, full of splinters, as a weapon. She noticed that the girl was holding an electric toothbrush that still buzzed, surely what caused the tickling sensation on her immaculate foot.
    She let out a breath and got up - These kind of jokes will not be tolerated anymore, Matoi - She said in a serious tone - Cut the crap out - Replied the other, getting up - It was your own fault, you were hypnotized so badly that you didn’t listen to me. I was thinking that I still owe you one - She said with a confident smile, Satsuki understood the girl had something in her mind - Your point is? - She said not in the least interested, the more time they wasted speaking the less they would have to continue with torturing Nui, and they were not eve half-done, not at all. Ryuko did not get intimidated by the look the long-haired girl gave her and continued - I thought that we could make a competition out of this. We make her decide which one of us makes her suffer the more - A shrill voice interrupted - I won’t help you in any of that! Stop this right now! - Said Nui, it appeared that the little rest made some of her previous arrogance to return - You shut up! - Commanded the two black-haired girls at the same time. Satsuki centred her attention again in Ryuko - Interesting idea, but it lacks a purpose, what are you trying to probe with that? - Ryuko smiled and used her hidden card - I thought you simply liked to be the best. Well, what about this, the winner gets to show how good she is at tickling with the other. What do you say? - Satsuki was taken so aback by these words that fell silent - What’s the matter? Is the great Satsuki Kiryuin scared? - Mocked Ryuko. The tall girl swallowed hard, if it was for her she would never choose to feel anything on the like for the rest of her life again. But she remembered who she was, losing was not an option - I accept your challenge. What do you propose? - .     

    Nui was listening in horror what they were planning to do to her. The hiatus in the torture had cleared her thoughts a bit, and she was more than sure that she did not want to go through that humiliating experience again - You two! Stop it right now! - She said, but they ignored her, she raised her head as much as the neck shackle allowed her, just to see their upper bodies at the end of the bed, dangerously near her feet. They were seating there, their hands readied to tickle each of her poor feet - No…Don’t you dare to do that! - She screamed, but it was no use, in no time she had twenty fingers tickling her little feet. It did not matter how much she wriggled them, there was not a moment of respite - So, little Lolita bitch, what tickles more, my fingers of hers? - Asked Ryuko with an ironic smile. Even if she could answer, Nui did not have an answer. Her feet were experiencing a terrible ordeal. The left one was under Ryuko’s care, being racked harshly with spidering fingers that wanted to rape her virginal flesh. But the right one was not in a better situation. Satsuki’s authoritative fingers moved slowly and elegantly. Diving her deeper into madness. Which one was worse? How could she tell? It was like trying to compare the prestigious and elegant art of sword-fencing with the barbaric fighting style of a Viking from the tales of old. Both were effective in their own way. But she could only laugh to that, sensing the myriad of fingers tormenting her in the same numbers of ways.     

    Much later, Nui’s eye was full of tears, she had lost the count of how many times she had begged for them to stop, but they would not listen to her. Why was that? She had completely forgotten the reason she was there, she was even starting to believe that her whole goal for living was to be restrained on that bed. To be tickled resiliently by those devilish girls and that her feet were made for that solely purpose. In that regard, they worked efficiently, the nerves still sent waves of agonic torture to her brain, ordering her to laugh, which she did, even if she did not want to. How long had went by? It was hard to tell, but she was surprised to see that everything had stopped.     

     - Why are we stopping? - Asked a disappointed Ryuko - Because we are losing sight of the true reason of this interrogation - Replied Satsuki. She looked at Nui and started caressing the foot in her grasp. But this time she did it with care, lovingly. Nui purred at this new sensation - Nui Harime - She spoke - You must be aware of what we are capable of. I’m willing to stop this if you give me something in return - Nui only nodded, enjoying the massage - Information. I know mother is plotting something. Give me every detail you know and you will see I can be merciful, don’t comply and… - The reaction was immediate - Screw you! I will, never betray the mistress! You can do whatever you want with my feet, for what I care! But I woohohohoh! DAHAHAHAM IHIHIHIT! IT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES! - Satsuki was expecting that answer and nodded at Ryuko to continue with the torment. - Then answer us this: which one of us tickles you more? - . The only thing that left Nui’s lips was miserable laughter, if it could be considered an answer.     

    One hour later Satsuki felt that they were going nowhere. Nui simply laughed to her predicament. Each time she was asked she could not decide which of the two torturers was better at that. The long-haired girl gave their victim a rest and looked at Ryuko - It appears we are tied, what do you suggest we do? - Her interlocutor only smirked - Isn’t it obvious? We’ll do this the best out of three. We have tickled her at the same time, now we’ll take turns! - Satsuki, as weird as it could look, replied with a compliance smile - Very well, I shall start then… - - Not so fast! We’ll make this fair! - She pointed her fist at Satsuki with a serious expression. A bit silly, but Satsuki had to agree that playing rock-paper-scissors seemed fair after all. Nui observed in awe, whoever won, she would lose. In the end the one who got victorious was…

     - Obviously - Said Satsuki triumphantly - Now sit back and watch, I feel you won’t even have a chance to intervene once I’m finished with her… - Said the girl with pride looking down on the other one that only furrowed and puffed her cheeks seating with her legs and arms crossed at one of the chamber’s corner. She hated to lose as much as she did, Satsuki could relate to that. But she had something more important to look forward. She went for her bag and released a contraption - Behold, Nui Harime, this is the result of the concentrated efforts of the informatics, sewing and technology clubs under my command. A tool built expressly to torment you! - The look on the blonde’s face was priceless; it was a visage of pure terror. The instrument was not big in itself. Satsuki attached if to the manacles that held Nui’s ankles. At the top of it, the device had a series of padded hooks that Satsuki used to hold Nui’s minute toes and to spread them. Rendering the soles immobile and ready for the torment. Then, she prepared the final element of the machine. Two sets of brushes, one big enough to cover the surface of the two soles, which was not very big, and dozen of little ones that had spiked ends. Satsuki took a moment to observe her work. As Nui would soon discover, the instrument would send her to a world of suffering beyond anything else she had experienced, for the brushes’ hairs were built using the same material as the Gooku uniforms, refined life-fibbers. Something that would probe fatal for Nui.
    When Satsuki started the machine Nui went ballistic immediately. The sounds she produced did not appear human anymore, they were just gorging and squealing roars of pure hysteria. But who could blame her? Even if it was not for the life-fibbers the device would prove fatal for anyone with sensitive feet. The big brush rotated at high speed eliciting laughter from the already tired soles. But the victim could not have a single moment of rest, before she could get used to the horrible sensation, the brush would change its direction and velocity to further torment the girl. To this point she was giving a pitiful spectacle: the ribbon in her forehead was messed and her hair about to be undone. Her eye had lost any sight of humanity, as well as the rest of her face. What was restrained in the bed was not a doll-like girl, but a caged beast that pathetically tried to resist - NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! - She howled - PLEAHAHAHASE ANYTHING BUT THIHIHIHIHIS!!!! - The big brush stopped, switching to the little ones that caressed each of her toes individually, their toe-pads and the space in between them, as well as other areas. This drove Nui further into lunacy - If you want this to end, just abide to my orders: tell me Revocs’ secrets - Demanded Satsuki, making clear that she would not decrease the torment in the least - I CAHAHAHANT DOHOHOHO THAHAHAT!!!! NOHOHOHO HAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHASEHEHEH! - .
     - That’s not what a clever girl would do - Satsuki denied with her head - Repent from your foolishness - She pressed a button and increased Nui’s torment tenfold. The machine used all of its resources at the same time; which translated in one single response: Nui let out a sound that was out of this world. As she felt her already tormented soles being assaulted at the same time by the gigantic brush and the smaller ones that probed and took care of her toes, ankles and the top of her feet. The combination was terrible and both Satsuki and Ryuko shuddered at the thought of being in Nui’s place. The seamstress could not gather coherent thought anymore. This felt like nothing she had experienced before - PLEWSHEHEHEHE IHIHIHIHI DOHOHOHN’T DEHEHEHSERVE THIHIHIHIS!! - She implored - IHIHIHILLL DOHHO ANYHIHIHIHING! I’LL JOHOHOHOIN YOUHOHOUR ACAHAHAHADEMY! IM VEHEHEHRY GOOD AT SEHEHEHEWING, IHIHIHI COUUHUHULD HEHEHELP YOHOHOU WIHIHITH THEHEHEHE UHUHUHNIFOHOHORMS! - Satsuki smiled at the irony, to have Nui join the sewing club? Too bad for her that she already had a competent president in the form of Shiro Iori. - There’s only one thing I want from you, and I’d suggest that you give it to me at once - But Nui would not succumb to that, Satsuki was surprised at how much this girl admired her mother. Nui was an example of extreme loyalty and she was more than willing to test the limits of that faithfulness.     

    Ryuko watched the scene in silence. Satsuki was using all the methods her position as head of the Academy offered her. It was no surprise. But she could not compete with that and feared that she would lose the challenge she herself had proposed. Then, an idea came to her mind. She got up, pated Satsuki in the shoulder and whispered something in her ear. The other’s eyes grew wide in shock - You say you have something that can surpass this? - She said astonished, pointing at the contraption that was sending Nui to a world of pure ticklish horrors. Ryuko smiled - Of course I do but I need your help with something while I go get it. This is what you’ll have to do… - .     

    Nui sobbed and cried desperately, she was asking for forgiveness, but they ignored her all the same as they whispered something that got drowned in her own screams of laughter. Not that she could focus into listening, her feet and the sense of touch was the only thing that remained in her. The brushes moved with no regard to the torment they were inspiring her and continued making her laugh even harder by every passing second. Soon after, the girl wearing the black sailor outfit left. She had completely forgotten her name; only one thing was in her mind, the ravenous sensations that lived in her soles. Soon after the girl wearing the white outfit left as well. Leaving her alone in her own desperate struggles to escape the nefarious tickling, that went on oblivious to her suffering.     

    Satsuki went to her personal room, ringed a bell and out of nowhere; her butler appeared instantly, answering the call of duty. - Is there anything this humble servant can do to help you my lady? - Satsuki looked at him - There is, I need you to procure the following object… - If the butler was surprised or not, he did not show, he was a professional and would abide to any request from his lady, no matter how odd they might be.     

    Ryuko ran as fast as she could, and, in no time, reached her destination. She opened the door of the Mankanshoku’s family residence - RYUKO! I MISSED YOU A LOT! - And expertly avoided a human-sized object that launched towards her at lightning speed. It smacked itself to the wall in front Ryuko was standing moments before, leaving a big whole and an injurious sound - I’m sorry Mako, but I’m in a hurry - Said Ryuko apologising to the girl that looked at her with eyes full of tears, a mixture of the joy of seeing her best friend after an absence of a week and from the pain of the hit she just got against the wall. The black-haired girl dashed to the living room where the family was enjoying their usual dinner consisting of croquettes done with ingredients that it was best not to know about their precedence. She scanned the area with her blue eyes, searching for her final objective - You! - She said in hurry - I need you to come with me! - She pointed to the surprised member of the family that would have inquired about this sudden request, if he would be able to speak.     

    The girl whined through her gag. Unable to move and to speak there was nothing she could do to stop what was happening to the soles of her feet. It did not matter the vigour she gave to her body in order to protest against that nightmare. She saw in utter powerlessness how the black-haired girl was smearing a viscous substance over that receptive part of her body. She resisted rebelliously against the ticklish feeling that having her feet covered in that material provided to her sensitive skin. The torturer, clad in a white uniform dipped the tip of a brush inside a bucket full of the essence, and layered it generously over the surface of the blonde’s soles. She protested and moved her feet around. But the gag muffled her objections and the brush anticipated each of her movements. It sure felt ticklish to have the brush’s hairs striding over her sensitive soles. But the sticky material oozed down her arches, each drop trailing downwards, leaving a path of unpleasant sensations that made her giggle in discomfort. All the while the black-haired girl looked at her, smiling in silence, her blue eyes sparkling with malice, something unusual in her.     

     - I’m back! - Said Ryuko triumphantly - Get ready to get your ass kicked! - She was holding the end of a red rope and was about to enter the room when she saw something that she did not expect - What’s with the gag? - She said looking at the girl captive who was staring at her with a curious expression, hard to decipher. She got strangely active when she saw her coming to the room. The seamstress screamed against her gag, trying to say something. Probably to menace them if they continued tickling her. It was a bit odd for Ryuko: after all this torment, and Satsuki’s contraption she should have depleted her will to fight. But there she was, refusing to accept her predicament by squirming around. A miraculous recovery, she almost reacted as when they first started with the “interrogation”. She was lost in her thoughts when the one seated at the end of the bed replied her - She is stronger than she looks, so I got tired of her whining. I think it’s best to tickle her like this for a while and see if she wants to speak later - She gave a faint and peculiar smile. But Ryuko paid no attention to that, she shrugged her shoulders and removed her shoes, the race towards Mako’s house had exhausted her and wanted to get comfortable, she was also eager to start. So eager that she did not care to ask for the instrument of tickling that Satsuki had procured, in fact her bag was nowhere to be seen. Unless she looked under the bed, where she would find the apparatus tore down to pieces.
     - Okay bitch, ready or not here it comes! If this doesn’t make you talk nothing will. Come here! - She pulled the rope; at the end was none other than Guts, the Mankanshoku family’s pet. The Pug, with his eyes devoid of any intelligence looked around the room and sniffed the air, until he reacted to something that he liked: it was the Grand Couturier’s feet. They were covered in a substance that smelled wonderful: brine. Dashing like a bullet, Guts ran to the end of the bed. But he was too small to reach it, only by jumping he would get to to the girl’s heels. Causing gasps of muffled laughter every time he succeeded. Ryuko leaned forward - So, Nui, what do you think about that? Care to tell us your secrets? - Asked the short-haired girl smiling mischievously - Or, better, ready to admit that I’m a better tickler than Satsuki? - The aforementioned seated near the end of the bed in silence. The captive only screamed harder, but it was not possible to discern what she tried to say as she shook her head in negative responses. Ryuko wanted to hear her pleads, she got closer to the gag, ready to remove it - Ryuko! - Said the other girl - That won’t be necessary, go on with the torture. To be deprived of her speech will increase her torment - Ryuko looked at her puzzled - Are you giving me an advantage here? Or are you that arrogant that you think I need your help to win? - Since her interlocutor did not say anything, she seated at the bed’s end, opposite to where the girl wearing the white uniform was - Don’t you come crying later if you finally lose our little competition - .
    With that, she held Guts with her hands, getting the dog closer to the luscious feet. He wasted no time and licked them viciously. His tongue became a pink blur that left no place untouched. The blonde let out a desperate howl that was a silenced a bit by the gag. Guts was doing a great job, and Ryuko was pleased to see it. The girl that deserved her revengeful intent reacted deliciously to this final method of sadistic torment. Her feet wriggled around, struggling to run away from the vicious tongue. But they had nowhere to flee, they would be coated in saliva in no time by that voracious tongue that tickled and tickled like there was no tomorrow. The Mankanshoku’s pet had an insatiable appetite, and a pair of feet covered in brine was just as delicious of a feast as anything else. Ryuko was also decided to win. Every time that the feet were emptied with the substance she would soak them to give renewed vigour to that torment. Guts lapped heartily, not even caring if there was no brine left to lick. He enjoyed the girl’s soft flesh taste as well and could not get enough of that flavour. He would slide his tongue everywhere, not neglecting a single centimetre: the balls, the arches, the heels, the toes, each of them would feel his hunger.
    The blonde laughed desperately as she felt that horrible sensation. Her helplessness was total. She could only accept the tickling her feet were facing, not even able to protest. This pleased Ryuko who arrogantly said - See Satsuki? You better get prepared, because when I remove her gag and she admits that this tickles better than your little machine you will be the next one. And I’m still angry for that week of training you gave me! - There was no response, which made her happy as well; it meant that the great Satsuki Kiryuin had accepted her defeat.     

    But someone did not share her enthusiasm. Senketsu, the Kamui, thought that there was something strange in this situation. Nui sure was having a hard time due to the anguish Guts was submitting with the help of his powerful tongue. She squirmed and moved around in pure agony, her screams and pleas of sheer despair, muffed by the gag, were decreasing in intensity, as if she was going through a fit of silent laughter. Senketsu thought that this was weird enough, but then, their captive started crying. A torrent of tears soaked her cheeks from her only eye. But the Kamui noticed something that made him feel uneasy. If the seamstress only had her right, how come that the patch covering the left one was getting wet from tears? He thought it would be best to tell Ryuko, but she was entranced by the reactions of the petite girl.     

    So entranced that she paid no heed to the gloomy figure standing behind her. Someone that looked like Satsuki Kiryuin, but had an unlikely look on her face: her left eye was devoid of life, the right one shone will evil intent. Her mouth was twisted in a monstrous smirk, full of pointy teeth as she got a cord of life-fibber in her hands. The girl resting in the bed saw all of this. She was not pleading for the sensations that governed her feet, which were quite unbearable, to end, she was trying to warm Ryuko Matoi of a terrible danger that would fall upon her. But she could only laugh as the tongue stroked her sensitive soles, sending her into the depths of madness.
    The smile of the one that looked that Satsuki Kiryuin grew bigger as she got the cord ready to tie the oblivious girl that was torturing the wrong girl - La vengeance est très douce - .     

    Writer’s note: for a more immersive experience I recommend the reader to listen to “Blumenkranz” from the “Kill la Kill OST” while reading the following part. Link in description.

         Ragyo Kiryuin, president of Revocs, was sitting over her personal office. Despite the lack of ornaments in the room, her sole presence filled it with blinding light. She tapped her nails against the armrest of her chair. She was deep in thought. She knew for certain that her daughter, Satsuki was a rather problematic one. But she found strange that the one she granted the title of Grand Couturier, Nui, to be slacking on her duties - Maybe I shall think about a proper punishment for both of them... - She said to nobody in particular. As a response a terminal illuminated, it was the private line only few members of Revocs could make use of. She accepted the transmission and a familiar voice was heard from the speakers - Hi, miss Ragyo! - It was the cheerful voice of her best seamstress - Nui my dear - Said the ominous woman - You made me wait for so long - Even if her tone was kind and loving there was a hint of anger hidden in their words - You know that it’s not a good idea to make me wait - A quick giggle followed that statement - That? Tehe...I have been busy with something a bit unexpected - She chuckled again. Ragyo was growing impatient, especially because of a weird noise that was heard in the background - Busy you say? I expect that you are done with that and return to me as sap, we are running behind schedule because of you and my daughter’s delays - The giggle was heard again, it appeared that Nui knew about an amusing secret that Ragyo was unaware of and she disliked being ignorant - Don’t worry about that mistress! I will finish with this in no time and I will give you a fine present: I have secured a Kamui that was not done by Revocs! Plus I have deux chatouilleuses surprises! - The transmission was finished leaving an intrigued Ragyo pondering. A Kamui not tailored by Revocs, that was something unusual, but was intrigued her the most was the fact that she thought that she had finally identified the mysterious background noise during her conversation from Nui: the desperate and agonic laughter of two girls...

    THE END...
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