Kill la Kill

    Just a pig in human clothing after all…     

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

     - I think you are not ready for this - Said Nui sticking her tongue out, mocking the tense reaction of her victim. Satsuki left out a relieved sigh. Her biggest mistake, as a spark flashed in Nui’s single eye. - I lied! Hihi, I’m such a nasty girl! - Said the crazy tailor in a tone that was ironically adourable. Before Satsuki could digest what had happened, Nui had both of her ankles secured under her left arm. Her legs stretched in front of her, immobile and most important, her pale impeccable ticklish feet at the seamstress mercy.
    The room was filled with laughter. This was a desperate one, it still held a bit of defiance and pride, but it would not last long. The reason was simple; Nui was racking Satsuki’s soles with her free hand. The mixture of the black-haired girl’s sensitivity, with the building up that the seamstress had prepared, just to drop the final touch in the perfect place was devastating, not to mention that Nui’s nails were not normal. She could sever live fibber with them and somehow she used that ability to cause even more distress to her victim already overwhelmed nerves. - New question - She shouted to make sure Satsuki could hear her over her own hysterical laughter - Have you ever been tickled like this before? - Her victim’s mind was racing, trying to evade from the torment - Of cohohohouse nohohohot! AHAHAHAHA!!!!! - Nui smiled, Satsuki was starting to comply - Oh, so you are now answering my questions! Here is your price - She changed the tactic, and used one single finger to trace the lovely soles. This sure tickled less than the whole hand, but was not what Satsuki would have liked to have to go through anyway.     

    Nevertheless, Nui would not be satisfied with just that, she wanted to crush Satsuki both physically and mentally. Unfortunately for the heir of the Kiryuin state, she was more than eager to do so, not to mention that she had the manners to crumble her spirit. She decided to play with her cute little feet before going for the real game. She could not wait for that, but it was important to make the victim fall in despair little by little. She was entranced by the havoc one single lonely finger was causing at the soft soles of the girl and got excited just to think about her reactions when she went for the next level. It would be wonderful! She was already laughing, showing an adorable side of her that no one had ever seen before: the arches of the feet she was grazing at the moment were not those of the proud Satsuki Kiryuin, but the ones of a little girl who laughed and wiggled around as her sanity and resistance fade away little by little.     

      - Hohohohow dahahare youhuhuh! I comahahahahand! You to stoohohop! - But Satsuki would not give in to the torture, she was above that and would prove it by maintaining her attitude. It did not matter that Nui was scratching lightly both her soles, up and down with two little fingers. She moved them around but the torturer did not mind that and continued as if nothing was happening - What is that? - Asked a wicked blonde - Do you feel uncomfortable? - She giggled, a sound as cruel as her - You know, I could consider slowing down or even giving you a break if you asked nicely… - That was the last straw for the conceited Satsuki - Neverhehehehr! DO YOUR WORST! - Nui chuckled - Tehehe, that’s what I like of you, so predictable - She had a serious expression on her face, a foreshadowing of a torment that would soon come - I’ll make you regret saying that - .     

    Much to Satsuki’s dismay the torture grew in intensity. Her laugh was the only sound that could be heard in the chamber. Nui had used her tailoring skills to procure a series of threads which she tied her feet together with. She even restrained her toes and separated them. The black-haired girl had both her legs stretched almost like she was sitting, save for the fact that she was dangling in the air due to her restrains, all of her ticklish spots were exposed, although her feet were the only ones receiving that unwanted attention. Motionless, they had to endure the terrible attacks from the seamstress, who did not hold back on her methods. She was spidering her fingers on that forbidden area of Satsuki’s body, virgin to the foreign touch. She threatened as she howled in laughter. But nothing worked. Her whole body was covered in sweat and tears were already forming in her eyes. Still she laughed with vigour, not ever considering the fact of surrendering. But why did it tickle so much? It was terrible, especially when Nui went for her immaculate toes. - STOP IT NOW! OR ELSE AHAHAHAHAHA! - Nui found her puny threats amusing - Or else what? You’ll start to laugh, to sob and to plead? - Her face distorted into a nightmarish visage - I’m waiting for you to start doing that, you know! - .     

    After what could be considered an eternity, Nui stopped. Satsuki thanked silently for this and swallowed all the air she could, she was not sure about when the torture would start anew and would need all the breath she could gather - Isn’t this fun? - Said Nui as she went somewhere behind Satsuki - Just the two of us, together, laughing - She stopped and giggled - Actually, it’s just you the one who’s laughing - She laughed to her own joke and kept working on something that the black-haired commander could not see. For how it sounded, it appeared as is Nui was interacting with some kind of contraption. But the seamstress was behind her blind spot, no matter how much she twisted her body, she could not see it. She considered her situation and got preoccupied on how much this tickling had affected her. She cursed her own weakness but involuntarily hoped for it to end soon, to not being harassed anew. Something futile, as she would know soon.
     Satsuki Kiryuin appeared in front of Satsuki, it was Nui who dressed as her again. She was wearing her regular uniform. Which meant that Junketsu and the other Kamui should be in her own chamber? Not that it mattered though as she fixated her eyes in some kind of machine that Nui was carrying. It was an enormous device that the girl carried with ease. The fake Kiryuin looked at her with a sad tone - I’m afraid I have to go, there is a school I need to rule - Satsuki almost felt relieved upon hearing that. But she knew it would not be that simple, Nui was plotting something, and the machine was the proof. The seamstress noticed her concerned look - Don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone - She procured a piece of fabric, it was rough with spiky hairy ends on one side. She put it at Satsuki’s immobile soles. The contact felt weird, then, against any expectation, she rubbed it left and right. Satsuki went hysterics at that motion. The endless hairs were tickling her soles cruelly. And she was unable to move away. It was like nothing she had ever felt before and she laughed at the top of her lungs.     

    This continued for a while, if it wasn’t bad enough for Satsuki to being tickled this evilly, the fact that her captor was posing at her made it the weirder and the more unbearable. It felt as if she was tickling herself. Nui considered the demonstration as finished and attached the cloth to one end of the machine - Did you like that? - Asked the imposter wickedly. It took a while for Satsuki to regain her composure - He…he… go to hehell - The tickling had stopped seconds ago but she could still feel the phantom spikes assaulting her soles which made her go crazy just to imagine going through that ordeal again.
    Nui was finished; she waited patiently looking at her work. Satsuki did the same, wondering what the infernal girl was thinking. The machine consisted of two main parts: one end was filled with nails; the other consisted on a distaff. The two parts were connected by the piece of cloth. Nui pressed a button and the machine came to life. The round part seemed to be conceived to separate the cloth into threads, while the needles were used to collect them into a single piece, in the end that would produce an endless cycle on which the fibbers were saw and torn apart. It lacked any practical use. Nui smiled and looked at Satsuki with malice - A seamstress needs some equipment - She moved the machines towards Satsuki, then the truth hit her with the greatest dread. The round part, that kept moving downwards, was covered in the feared cloth, the spiky ends pointed outwards, aimed at one single place: her feet. Satsuki understood what would happen next. The machine would methodically and endlessly tickle her.
    Nui finally made the torture device touch the girl’s defenceless soles and left the dungeon. Satsuki got submerged in her own desperate laughter - NOHOHOHO! THIS IS TOO MUCH! - Normally, she would feel ashamed to admit that, but it tickled to a point that was above her own limits. In the distance she heard Nui’s horrible voice - I forgot to mention, the machine is programmed to increase its speed every hour. It has seven levels; do you like the first one? - The childish snicker faded away, overcame by Satsuki’s desperate lament as she laughed - STOPHOHOP THIHIHIS!!! I WILL GEHEHET YOUUHUHU FOR THIHIHIS!!!! - She menaced, but it was no use, she was alone, a sensation that was even more terrific. The machine, devoid of any feelings, would torment her poor sensitive soles without any regards of her pleas. That in itself was almost as frightful as the actual tickling.
    How come it tickled that badly? No nerve of her soles was left untouched. The heels, the arches, her balls, her toes, even the space between them. Everything was tickled slowly with dedication. She tested her bounds anew, she had to escape, to end that, but it was no use. She was already too tired from the tickling. There was no hope for her, she simply laughed and laughed as the machine continued with her work and ignored her. Even after what seemed liked forever, Satsuki reached her limit and cried while pleaded for it to end, but the contraption tickled her in response.     

    The door was knocked - Come in - Said the authoritative voice of Nui Harime posing as Honnoji academy’s president of the student council. The door opened and the massive figure of Ira Gamagoori, head of the discipline committee entered the room. He vowed politely, still his frame was gigantic, Nui swore he saw him growing in size - Lady Satsuki - He said - I wanted to inform you that we are using almost all our resources to discipline that rebellious student, as you asked - Nui could not care less about Satsuki’s stupid orders. But she had to bear it and maintain the charade - Almost all? - She said menacingly. She got up, slamming her foot to the ground - That is not enough! I want the Four Three-Stars completely focussed on that! I want that student to be an example to what happens to anyone who opposes me! - A shadow of doubt appeared in Gamagoori’s face - All of it? - He saw himself reflected in those blue eyes and understood there was no place for discussion - As you wish - After vowing again he left.
    Nui sighed, put her legs over Satsuki’s desk and said aloud - This is soo boring! - Her sweet voice did not match her costume’s serious face - I wonder how little Satsuki manages to deal with all this crap - She smiled - Speaking of which, it has been some hours since I left her, I wonder how she is doing… -     

    The answer to her question was simple, of the previous proud and mighty Satsuki Kiryuin nothing was left, just a little girl who cried, sobbed, pleaded, begged and laughed in fits of silent laughter as the machine kept tormenting her soft soles. For some reason, the cloth was exfoliating her skin, making it even softer and thus, more sensitive to the touch. Satsuki did not know how long it had been since all started but the machine was moving at devious speed. Never getting tired of tickling, always moving and increasing its pace. It felt as if it enjoyed hearing her poor laughs. It was not possible for a machine to feel. But Satsuki’s state of mind was not at its finest and only wished for it to stop. She was so broken in spirit that she even asked the device directly to stop. But it was no use; there was not a single moment of respite. Her lungs burned, her throat was hoarse, her body was covered in sweat and her eyes were dry from tears. And yet the machine tickled her poor little feet. She would give everything she got, every single penny of her fortune for it to stop, but she had to laugh silently as she was exhausted.
    Satsuki was in such a poor state that she did not notice Nui returning to the chamber - This is something you don’t see everyday! - Exclaimed the evil tailor - The great Satsuki Kiryuin broken to a fit of nervous giggles - The girl, who did not expect the company looked at her with pleading eyes - Pleahahahase, stop this - She tried to beg, but the machine increase its pace - HAHAHAHAHAHA! - She found new energy to laugh hysterically - NO MOHOHOHRE! IL DOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING! - Nui approached the machine, the speed meter was at “seven” the maximum one. She whistled and wondered what kind of hell could that machine deliver to make Satsuki lower herself this much. She turned it off, the reply did not took enough time to be heard - Thanks a lot…No more, please, I’ll do anything you want - She said, pleading. But Nui had something else in mind, she removed the cloth, got the end of the machine which was full of needles, changed its heading and aimed it towards Satsuki poor defenceless soles.
     - But little Satsuki, there’s only one thing I want you to do - Her eye gleamed with nefarious intent, paying no heed to Satsuki’s imploring eyes - I only want you to laugh - The device turned on. Those needles were odd. They did not hurt but felt like the hairs of a brush of some kind instead. They were almost rubbery on the contact and would pinch her soles directly at her nerves. Sending electrical currents of laughter to her tired brain - PLEASEHEHE! ANYTHING BUT THAT! - Pleaded Satsuki - I’LL GIVE YOU MY FORTUNE! THE ACADEMY AHAHAHAHA THE KAMUIS, EVEHEHEHERYTHINGHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!! - Nui was happy, she had broken completely the famous and respected Satsuki Kiryuin, but that was not enough. She approached her back slid her fingers around her waist and whispered to her ear - Such a perfect ticklish body, it would be a crime not to tickle it - Satsuki could only agree - YEHEHES IT WOUUHUHULD! STOPHOHOP TICKLIHIHING MY FEEHEHET! - Nui chuckled - Your feet are good as they are, I bet they can take much more than that, after all you are the great Satsuki Kiryuin, you can handle everything - - NO I DON’T! HAHAHAHA! PLEASE NO MOHOHOHORE! - But Nui ignored her and started to undo her bra.
    Soon, Satsuki’s perfect breasts were exposed, Nui noticed something funny - Look at this - She said as she took a feather out of nowhere to touch her nipples - Someone is a bit excited, you naughty girl - The normal Satsuki would not have let this insult unanswered, but the little ticklish girl could only think on the terrible torture that her poor soles were receiving, she thought that there was nothing worse than what she had endured in the pervious hours. She was wrong, and Nui’s presence did not make things more bearable. She would have moaned if it was not for the tickling; Nui had started licking her neck as she caressed her breast lightly. It was overwhelming; her body was trembling, enduring this horrifying ordeal.     

    Satsuki’s world crumbled, she could not endure anymore of this, her laughter went silent - Please… - She whispered - No more… I’ll do anything you want… - Suddenly, Nui got an idea. Maybe killing her would be a waste. She had already broken her spirit and may even use her for her own plans. Satsuki might not be as strong as her, but she could still use her as a pawn, perhaps present this new Satsuki to mistress Ragyo as a gift, their personal slave…     

    Everything stopped; Satsuki’s body took a while to understand that fact. The reason might be that her breasts were still under the assault of the feathers. Something bearable compared to the tingling sensations her soles had endured for a while. But if Nui was touching her upper body, who turned the machine off? She opened her eyes and felt a cold drop of sweat run along her back. There were four copies of Nui in the room. - I’ve changed my mind - Said the one behind her, nibbling her ear - I won’t kill you, as long as you do what I tell you - One copy approached her exposed tummy and lightly touched it, making her to squirm - Everytime you do something I don’t like I will tickle you until you go crazy - Said a second copy who slid her fingers around her long legs - But I can be nice sometimes and do this… - The remaining copies kneeled at her feet, undid their bounds, took one each and licked them lovingly. This was too much for Satsuki; from extreme tickling torture, to sexual harassment, Nui’s bipolarity was something dreadful. But she almost felt in heaven in contrast with the tickling she had gone through. Nui’s many fingers caressed her body, massaged it, lightly tickled it, it was too much.
    She suddenly felt her toes enveloped with a warm sensation, the little ones were being sucked by the copies. She tried to speak, but she felt a hand sliding under her panties. All the while she thought one single thing: “Not the big toes anything but that, or else…”.     

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

     - SATSUKI KIRYUIN, WHERE ARE YOU BITCH?! - Said a commanding voice who burst the dungeon’s door open. Nobody saw this coming and silence followed. Only when the dust settled down Nui and Satsuki could see the slender body of a girl clad in a black sailor outfit. In her right hand she held a red scissor blade and in the left one she carried Junketsu, though the piece of clothing was tied enveloping a large object, the sword Bakuzan, and it was not able to move around - Where the fuck is that bitch? - Asked the girl, ignoring her surroundings - I’ll make her pay to what she has done to me - A voice only she could heard spoke - Calm down, this room is not empty - .It was then when their eyes met; Ryuko Matoi crossed glances with Nui Harime for the first time. Sparks flied in the air, something made them despise each other - Get lost! - Said the blonde, I’m in the middle of something! - Her copies attacked the girl, who simply disposed of them with her blade. Nui was impressed, that girl was strong, and she had the missing half of the scissor blade to add it! Ryuko pointed the sword at the pink clad tailor - You, go fuck yourself, I have unfinished business with that bitch - Said menacingly, her fighting aura raging. But Nui answered back, smiled and said - No can do that, she is my toy and you will be as well if you don’t know what’s good for you and leave - .
    Completely ignored and forgotten, Satsuki had regained enough composure to speak - Ryuko Matoi! Heard my words, that girl is the one who took your father’s life! - Ryuko stare went black- She tossed Junketsu aside, raised the hand holding the sword, took a handle at her wrist with her left hand and whispered - You are fucking dead - Her hatred directed at Nui. She pulled the string and shouted:     

     - LIFE-FIBBER SINCRONIZATION! KAMUI SENKETSU! -     

        She plunged at the blond girl with astonishing strength. Nui did not expect that kind of opposition. How would this girl be this strong? The answer did not matter; she was struggling to keep up with the deadly blows. The fight had only lasted for seconds but she was losing ground. Then, against all odds, she felt a sharp pain in her back. She made the mistake to look back. It was Satsuki, her toenails were black and she had used them to slash her - These fake toenails are made of the same material as Bakuzan! - Explained the girl. With a leap she cut her bounds - Junketsu, to me! - .     

    - LIFE-FIBBER OVERRIDE! KAMUI JUNKETSU! -     

    Nui suddenly got surrounded by two fighters clad in Kamuis. She would not lose to them. She did not care if both of them hated her for their own reasons. She was above humanity and would not fail to them!     

    But in the end they proved too much for her. The two of them, even if they despised each other, complemented themselves and fought along in perfect unison. Satsuki took the opportunity Ryuko granted her and sliced Nui, making her guard to be open for the finishing blow - Matoi, finish this! - Ordered the black-haired girl, the other spat and replied - Don’t order me around! - She held her sword with both hands.     

    - SCISSOR BLADE! DECIPATATION MODE! -     

    The sword doubled in size, Ryuko propelled herself in the air, her back thrusting fire like she was some kind of mech. That was the power of a Kamui. She swayed the massive blade.     

    - SEN'I SOSHITSU!!! (FIBBER LOST) -     

     Nui’s desperate painful scream was heard, it was an inhuman sound. She had failed, what did she do wrong? Did she miss something? Where did that girl come from? And how in earth was she that strong? Too many questions that would remain unanswered. She felt her consciousness fading. Her body had taken too much damage, for her regenerative abilities to handle. As she faded away she saw the two girls discussing, she had the feeling that they were thinking about what to do with her. Something that she would find if she ever dared to wake up again…