Kill la Kill

    The one who craves for attention

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

     Whenever a person is on the phone it is of common knowledge that one should show the courtesy of being silent until the conversation is finished. That was exactly what Nui Harime, the one and only granted with the noble title of Grand Couturier at Revocs, one of the most powerful textile companies in the world, thought at the present time. - Don’t worry about that mistress! I will finish with this in no time and I will give you a fine present: - She paused briefly and gave a scornful look with the only but vibrant eye to the rude pair that did not allow for her to have a pleasant conversation with her superior, the only person she looked up to, Ragyo Kiryuin - I have secured a Kamui that was not done by Revocs! Plus I have deux chatouilleuses surprises! - After that cryptic statement she hung the phone, or more exactly she called the connection over, as the private commutations terminal exclusive to Revocs’ main figures was not an actual phone in itself. She smiled satisfied with her own mischief, she may respected the mistress, someone almost almighty destined to carry over the will of the life-fibbers, yet she was a capricious one and did not think about the implications of teasing such a potentially dangerous person. And speaking about teasing...
    The deceitful looks of adorability from the massive twin-tailed seamstress gave hint of a much more terrible thought crossing her mind. No matter whether she puffed her cheeks attempting to feign annoyance, her evil intent was given right away in the Machiavellian spark in her only eye - Geeez, girls; I was trying to have a conversation here! Don’t you know that you should be quiet when someone is on the phone? - She said waving a stiff yet soft feather across the double pair of nude soles facing her, at her disposal, waiting to be defiled in any way she saw fit. The four feet were different like opposing sides of the same coin, yet, undeniably similar: on the one hand the two feet on the left showed a faint disregard on their care, with various zones that showed hardened skin and petite round toes. Something that the seamstress loved to tease, making the pitiful owner reflect on the different sensations that the tip of the plume could administer to various zones on her own foot anatomy, almost as if she was having two completely diverse pair of extremities tickled. On the other hand, the feet on the right were smooth, flawless, and almost perfect in every sense, with long toes that had impeccable nails, the attention whose owner gave to them so they could be impeccable did nothing but to work against them, making them the more sensitive to the fluffy touch of the torture instrument. The wicked girl moved the single pink feather from left to right, making sure all of the lovely feet just for her to play with shared the same amount of consideration and consequently, the same level of ticklish sensations.
    Once again the sweet and ruthless couturier spoke with a forced tone of annoyance - And yet you keep laughing, you petites naughty filles. What’s that funny, care to tell me? - She said smiling, a predatory gesture which she looked at as she loomed over her preys that rested in the depths of a sea of comfortable pink sheets over her personal bed, that she so willingly lent for the two girls to relax and calmly enjoy all of that she had to offer to their virginal feet, never to be touched in the same lovingly way that only Nui could offer to them. It was such a good thing that the seamstress was more than willing to abide and give those soles the treatment they deserved. Back and forth the feather moved, making the two girls laugh as they reacted differently but rewardingly all the same: when the faultless soles were the ones touched, the skin, already red after a long period of games and diversions, would faintly quiver in agony. All the while a blissful sound coming from a sore throat would enlighten Nui’s ears with desperate, lifeless and defeated pleas that made her proud. After all it should be considered an art to be able to break a will as strong the one the girl, now turned into a shuddering, helpless child, used to show. On the contrary, the remaining feet where those of a warrior, strong and full of drive. How deliciously they tried to resist and to run away, Nui even had to hold them from the bigger toes in order to have them still and indulge in the threads that she would get as reward. By simply feeling the fruitless attempt of those feet running away from her firm grip made Nui feel satisfied, especially as she paid extra attention and shared some of her love by dragging the soft feather up and down, from left to right, exploring, searching for the best reaction, that translated into even more terrible words that should not come from a lady’s lips.
    Nui was happy with herself and the world around her. She had two beautiful poupées for her to play; sure, there had been some complications, like having to endure some of the most humiliating time in her life at the hands of those who were now at her mercy, a quality that she lacked. Ironically that gave her the more reason to make them suffer, after all they dared to tie her down and tickle her, of all the insults they could have come up with! To make her, Nui, the most faithful of Ragyo’s servants, a being that had long abandoned the limits of humanity fall upon that degrading state of hysteria by simply using some chatouilles against her. It made her blood boil in anger. She looked at the one that breathed thankfully, enjoying her little rest as she tortured the rebellious one with her trusty feather that moved between her wriggling toes. She had already enjoyed some quality time with that one that lay in the bed, resting in an ocean of blackness that was her long mane, still, that did not justify that she joined forces with the other one whose short dark hair was damped in sweat as she moved her head sideways. The one who earned a brief rest had her generous bosom rising upwards and downwards as she gasped for all the air she could gather, a wise decision, as Nui was determined to deprive her from that in the form of desperate laughter. But only after having her way with the newcomer, after all she had to get to know her.     

    Ryuko Matoi had never felt so powerless in her life: there, tied to a bed with her wrists fixed above her head and the ankles, one alongside the other, at the end of the piece of furniture; she felt worst than naked. Truth was that she was wearing her striped white and blue set of underwear; however, without her Kamui and friend, Senketsu, those pieces of clothing were worth nothing. Nor that it really have helped her to wear the sentient uniform, after all it was her feet the source of her distress. She tried to be strong, to not show weakness, but it was so hard, how would something as silly as having her soles stroked by a single feather get to her so much? To make things worse, Satsuki Kiryuin was in a similar predicament at her side, with her eyes closed, waiting like a criminal for the time of the death penalty that would inevitably fall upon her. Once the time came she would laugh her heart out and plead pitifully. If it was not for the maddening sensations of the feather that crazy cyclops was using all around her soles, Ryuko would have not blamed the other girl’s actions, who had endured more torture than her. What puzzled the girl with the red flock of hair was the fact that her rival, the person she aspired to surpass could be so easily reduced to a mere shadow of what she was. Probably if was for the tickling that made her laugh, but Ryuko did not realize that deep inside she feared that the Kiryuin state heir’s downfall was but a foreshadowing of what would become of her. As the nefarious blonde grabbed her bigger toes rendering her soles immobile and taking advantage to caress the insteps of her soles forcing her to laugh and to throw empty menaces, she recalled on the fatal mistake that made the two temporary allies to fall into this hell of laughter and ticklish agony...     

    Enthralled on the reactions that the little mutt’s tongue caused every time it liked the unblemished pair of soles from the bastard that deserved her revengeful intent, Ryuko did not perceive the terrible danger behind her until it was too late. - La vengeance est très douce - . Said a voice that the young woman holding the pug recognised as the one from the girl she was torturing. It was impossible; Nui Harime was bound and gagged, crying from the horrible tickling caused by the craving appetite of the dog that could only satiate with the soft flesh of her soles. - Huh? What are you talking about, Satsuki? - Asked a confused Ryuko to the only person left in the room. As she turned her head to face the leader of the Honnoji Academy, she had dug her own tomb. Before she could react a glowing red string covered her body and lifted her in the eyes - Ryuko, these are life-fibbers, and I can’t shake them off! - Complained the worried voice of Senketsu - Satsuki, you bitch, what the fuck are you doing? - Roared the girl hanging one metre above the ground, her legs flailing as she attempted to make herself free from the fibbers that tied her upper body. All the while, Guts not giving too much thought to the sudden turn of events kept licking the pair of feet that were overwhelmed with the sensations only him could cause and did not even try to resists anymore, sending orders that would translate into agonic muffled laughter - Poor, poor little Ryuko, to think you could be so estupide - Said Satsuki in a tone that did not suit her at all. The proud lady raised a hand and trailed it around Ryuko’s bare right leg, making her blush at the unexpected touch - What are you... - Wanted to say the ferocious girl, although her words got stuck in her throat as she saw Satsuki advancing towards the captive Nui and removing the gag over her mouth. What happened next made Ryuko look in complete awe.
     - Pleahahahahase, make him sthohohohop! Nohohot the fehehehet! I CHAHAHAHANT TAKE IT! TICKLE ME WITH SOMETHING ELSE, BUT MAKE HIM STOP LICKING ME, I CAN’T TAKE IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! - Cried the girl that looked like Nui Harime desperately. Yet what made Ryuko quiver in fear was the realization that the voice that so desperately pleaded was Satsuki’s; nothing made sense for her. Until the girl standing looked at her in the eyes and said - You were expecting Satsuki Kiryuin, right? But it was moi, the one and only, Nui Harime! Bet you didn’t see that coming? - As the proud face of her rival distorted into an expression of utter malice, her skin twisted and tore away, revealing the despicable face of the one-eyed couturier who, ignoring the other Nui’s plead pulled at her hair, revealing the figure of the real Satsuki, struggling to resist the licking at her soles fully drenched in saliva. Ryuko was speechless - When did you… - - Switch places? - Finished the blonde girl - Right after you were looking for this little one - Said Nui holding Guts in her hands, who started to lick her face - Who’s a good doggie? Do you like to lick little Satsuki’s feet? - Said Nui in the same fashion one would talk to a baby, Ryuko shivered at this sight - Then go fuck yourself, you piece of shit! - She claimed after throwing the dog at a wall nearby, crashing heavily and falling into unconsciousness after a big bump formed in its head.
    Nui and Ryuko’s eyes crossed looks - To think you were planning to use that filthy dog on my cute soles… - The bound girl smiled - Oh, so you wouldn’t have liked that? I’ll make sure to remember to leave your cute little ticklish feet for him to lick until your throat is dry - Yet Nui only approached to her, and pressed her cheeks with force - You are so cute when you smile little Ryuko, why don’t I make you smile even more? - She gazed at her from head to toe - But first I think you are wearing too much clothing, let’s fix that! - As she said this, she brought forth her scissor blade and sliced around the fibbers that surrounded Ryuko with a swift movement before giving the blonde her back to the now free captive. Able to move again, the girl wasted no time and plunged towards her enemy. Unfortunately, a tremendous pain shook her consciousness, Senketsu; her precious friend was tore into piece. She was unable to digest her loss, a powerful strike to her neck made her stumble to the ground, unconscious.
     A bound Satsuki saw this unable to do anything against it, she was fighting her own war, trying to regain as much air as possible, she would needed it if she wanted to retaliate on the dangerous Nui who was surely planning on having her revenge at them - Oops, I broke the Kamui… - Said the girl ignoring the captive’s stare - It would have been a nice gift for Miss Ragyo. I’ll just saw it back later! - Claimed Nui sticking her tongue out - But now… - Satsuki tried to remain calm. It was useless, the terrible gaze that Nui gave her sent shivers down her spine - Little Ryuko has fallen asleep. Poor thing - Said the girl kneeling beside Ryuko and poking at her forehead with a perfect manicured nail - Maybe she is tired, after all that tickling me… - The anger in Nui’s voice was apparent, as well as the pressure she put over the girl’s skin - Let’s better let her rest, she will need it for what I’m planning to with her… - She rose and looked at Satsuki - …Meanwhile, you and I could play for a bit, just how you like it - The black-haired maiden, feared and respected by both enemies and allies alike trembled when she saw Nui comfortably sitting at the end of the bed, near her bound, helpless and tired feet - Please, no…no more… - Said Satsuki despising herself for that sign of weakness. Nui simply smiled and brought her hands near her sensitive soles, thus beginning a new bout of tickling and merciless torment.     

    Who could have thought that someone’s eyelid could be so heavy? Something similar to this was crossing Ryuko’s lethargic head that sent surges of piercing pain around her body. Pain, that sole concept made she remember - SENKETSU! - She shouted as the image of her uniform and battle companion torn into pieces came to her mind with terrifying vividness. She incorporated and tried to look for any trace of the Kamui. In that precise instant she realized her current situation: she was bound to a bed in the middle of a room that made her feel the sudden urge to puke - So much pink - She thought as she looked at the overloaded decoration of the place, full of heart-shaped garlands and stuffed animals that covered all possible shades of pink, some of them that not even Ryuko knew existed at all. From the goofy furniture to the tidy-allocated pieces of clothing that room spoke by itself, and what it claimed was clearly that it belonged to a girl, and a very chichi one to add. - I have to get out of here - Thought Ryuko with urgency, who knew what that crazy-ass lunatic would have in store for her and Satsuki?
    It was then when she realized a muffled sound at her left; tied to the same bed, with her arms above her head, the wrists restrained and hanging from a pulley attached to the ceiling, rested Satsuki Kiryuin to whom Ryuko could only see her long dark mane over her back, with no more clothing over herself than a set of white bra and panties, similar to as Ryuko was. Although, rested was not the exact word that the transfer student should have used. Satsuki was clearly in distress, she could not see her expression, as a blindfold covered her eyes, and neither could she listen to her drained pleas, her lips were capped under a gag, which was damp with her own saliva.
    Ryuko was about to call the proud girl when a sudden voice startled her - Oh, Ryukin, are you awake? What a nice timing, Satsukin here was getting a bit boring to play with - Said the both inimitable and odious voice of Nui Harime. Ryuko’s eyes met with the origin of the voice, just to see with awe that Satsuki’s ankles were tied together, near her own, at the end of the bed. Those feet, devoid of any gear, unlike Ryuko’s, were trembling in a frantic and endless cycle as the devilish blonde stroke a fearsome-looking hairbrush against their soles. Nui would slowly and methodically use the instrument’s endless and pointy bristles to tickle Satsuki’s soles from the heels to the toes. As she did that, the girl’s legs tried to curl and to escape from that terrible torment and her whole body would tremble - Mmmmmph!!!! - She would gravely murmur thanks to the gag that muted her complaints. Ryuko’s toes scrunched involuntarily in the security of her sneakers as she imagined what that same brush would made her feel to her own soles. - To think that Satsuki would give up her will to fight so easily - Said Nui smiling happily, ignoring the suffering she was causing by yet another stroke of the brush - I didn’t even have to tie her little toes. But it’s no surprise; after all you had a chien lick her feet for a very long time. Talk about evil things to do! - She added and laughed hard as bruised the immaculate digits from side to side, forcing Satsuki to squeal harder.
    Something of that situation made Ryuko act without thinking - Stop it! Leave her alone or... - - Or what? - Interrupted Nui - I thought you weren’t in good terms with Satsukin, here. Anyway I think she has had enough of this tickling - With this, she stopped with the brush and let Satsuki’s feet have a most deserved rest. The skin in the soles had turned red due to the excess of tickling affliction they have gone trough - What do you think Satsukin? Should I play with Ryukin here? - Asked the seamstress after removing the gag from the long-haired girl who began panting heavily before replying - Pleahahase…no more…do whatever you want to Matoi, but don’t tickle me anymore… - Nui’s smile turned into a radiant grin - That was exactly what I wanted to hear! - She then gave an upset look to Ryuko - The lady has spoken, and her words are the law in the academy. Wait, we are not in the academy! - The deranged girl laughed at her own pun. All the while Satsuki, feeling deeply ashamed at her own limitations tried to find Ryuko’s location within the sea of darkness that the blindfold forced upon her and said - I’m sorry…Matoi…if only you knew what she did to me… - Ryuko simply looked at the ceiling - No need to apologize, I don’t know how long I would have lasted in your situation. Don’t worry, I’ll go on from here, not matter what this bitch does to me, I’ll resist for the both of us. After all you still owe me a fight - Satsuki smiled, a warm smile among her agonic gulps of air - Such confidence, I wish you to be able to maintain it long enough… - .
     - What are you two talking about? - Complained Nui - Weren’t you told that it’s no good to keep secrets from others? - As she said this, she pulled a cord which made Ryuko’s body incorporate, in a sitting position similar to Satsuki’s. When their eyes met there was no trace of fear in Ryuko’s eyes, only an impressive determination, a look that made Nui frown with contempt, the only honest emotion she had shown since the girl with the red flock of hair woke up - So little Ryuko wants to play the strong one, right? But can you imagine what is going to happen to you now? - Asked Nui leaning close to the bound girl - Oh, I got an idea, you are going to tickle me - Replied Ryuko mockingly - Eye for eye, isn’t it? - She added, putting especial emphasis in the last word. Nui closed her eye and gripped Ryuko’s cheeks with her fingers - You are so funny, little Ryuko, you sure know how to make me laugh. But guess what? I also know how to make you laugh too! A lot! - None of them spoke, not wanting to show weakness by averting their gazes.
    Yet the silence and Nui’s proximity took the best of Ryuko - So, how are you going to do it? - Asked the girl with derision - I don’t know, you tell me - Replied Nui smiling happily - What?! - Ryuko could not believe her ears - It’s just that I’ve been playing with Satsukin for so long that it can get a bit boring. So I want to play a game to make it interesting: I’ll let you decide. Where do I start tickling you? - Ryuko looked at the expectant one-eyed girl with disgust - What they say about all blondies being stupid seems to be true. If you really think that I’m going to tell anything, you sure can... - Ryuko said with her eyes closed, puffing her chest. Until a piercing scream surprised her.
     - Nononononono, you said no more, ahahahaha!!! Nohohohoho, not the fehehehet! - Screamed Satsuki as her soles were violated anew by Nui’s nefarious fingernails that scraped all the crevices, wrinkles and millimetres of skin that they could find with agonic precision. The helpless girl could no longer resists and devoid of the sense of sight her mind invoked images of swarms of insects tickling and torturing her poor soles - Nohohohoho plehahahahase - She pleaded among desperate laughter - Nui, faking frustration looked at Ryuko and said - Did you say something? Satsuki has suddenly begun to laugh hard. Oh, little Satsukin, don’t you have any manners? Ryuko and I are trying to have a nice conversation here. Poor mistress Ragyo, to think that she hoped to have raised a fine lady... - The pace on which she tickled the soles, touching all the spots she could think of such as the balls and the arches, increased - I’ll have to punish you for that - She changed her approach and tickled her with one single hand - What do you think about ten minutes with the hairbrush? - She added waving the dreadful instrument, even if Satsuki was unable to see it - Nohoho, pleahahase, anything but thahAHAHAHAHAHA! - - Alright, 20 minutes then, but only because you insist so much! - Interrupted Nui with glee holding the tortured girl’s toes back, forcing the skin in the soles to be taut and available for her awful tool to explore. Satsuki’s laughter multiplied tenfold upon this new degree of vulnerability.
    Ryuko was agape as she saw this situation. Her own will began to falter, after all, she could not help but to wonder what kind of monster Nui Harime really was to be able to turn the proud and powerful Satsuki Kiryuin, the one she vowed to defeat into a fit of shocking laughter. She saw with dread the brush moving in circles in the soles’ instep, sending Satsuki further into hysterics. One thing was sure, Ryuko would not forgive herself to simply watch idle to that situation - Fine, you tickle me, but stop right now, you cyclops whore! - Demanded the girl with the red flock of hair. Yet Nui simply glanced at her with an unrealistic look of offence - I don’t like that tone, so I’m not listening to you. Instead, tickle, tickle, and tickle Satsukin! - She sang with rapport as she used the brush in the out steps of the feet, which were as sensitive as the rest of the soles, judging from Satsuki’s reactions. Ryuko swallowed her pride and looked angrily at the pink-clad persecutor - Please, Nui, I would like you to tickle me - She said screeching her teeth furiously.
    Nui tossed the brush aside and sat next to her, with her minute legs dangling at the end of the bed - See, how you can get nice things if you are polite? So, how do you want me to begin? - Said the girl resting her head over Ryuko’s laps, who in return only wished to kick that odious face instead of having to deal with that nonsense. After some seconds of deep thought the soon-to-be-tickled girl replied sighing - My armpits... - Nui did not say anything in return, she straightforwardly jumped on her knees over the bed and crawled her way behind Ryuko, who breathed heavily attempting to ignore the urge to look back. She saw the blonde’s fingernails stalking her sides. She got goose pimples as she saw those appendages wriggling, getting closer to her skin. The contact was about to happen, when suddenly a voice beside her right ear whispered something that made her jump - I forgot to ask, what should I tickle you with? - Asked Nui with utmost malice - With your fucking hands! - Said an exasperated Ryuko. - Just being already! - - Such enthusiasm! - Replied Nui blithely.        

    Ryuko’s hairs were at their ends, the simple vision of the one-eyed seamstress’ wriggling fingers so close to her exposed skin was an ultimate test for her self-composure - C’mon, it can be that bad... - Thought the strong-willed girl - Why doesn’t she begin already? She’s making me crazy with all this teasing! - One pink fingernail approached the soft-looking right armpit; Ryuko’s blue eyes were fixated on it. She watched the finger flexing, stretching and rotating, yet it did not make contact with her skin. The taunting was proving too much for the girl who finally gave up - What the fuck are you... - She gasped. Ryuko was so fixated on her right armpit that she completely disregarded the left one, with horror she saw two slender fingers lazily trailing circles around her soft skin, the girl looked perplexed at the fingers that were touching her. She soon began to feel the impulse running through her body and could not believe how receptive she was to that delicate and almost innocent touch. - Tehe, a bit anxious, aren’t we? - Asked Nui smiling evilly - Good things always take some time to happen. Let me show you - .
    With this prediction, the grand couturier gave some deserved but unwanted attention to the remaining underarm. Ryuko closed her eyes and began to control her breath. She would not let something as silly get to her. It was simply tickling after all, plain, childish and stupid tickling. Her body stiffened and her fists were locked with force, she had to canalize all of her energy to ignore the fingers that touched her. The touch was faint and ethereal, something that clashed with her usually rough and direct approach to problems. As she gritted her teeth, Ryuko realised that this same delicacy, that contrast was enough to give her crazy. Nui’s index fingers would lazily trail from her torso, travel all the way to her armpits and reach her elbows, just to redo the crazy-inducing sensations back to the starting point. The girl with the black hair gripped the ropes around her wrists with force, she had to endure; she could not allow herself to let that get to her. So far she managed to remain silent, although that would not last long. A smile was threatening to appear on her face - C’mon Ryuko, why don’t you simply let it out. That way we’ll be able to enjoy this better - Nui said as she used one finger on her cavity to graze the supple skin - Actually, I’m the one who will enjoy listening to you pleading for mercy! - .
    The blonde was an unpredictable one: just as Ryuko was having a rough time holding the creeping sensations that her body demanded her to release in the form of laughter, her armpits suddenly received an unexpected all-out assault. The girl opened her eyes as much as she could from pure surprise. She did not expect this change of approach; Nui used all of her fingers to rack around the cavities under her arms. In return an uncontrollable snort escaped her mouth. Ryuko cursed herself, she had given away what her torturer just wanted, a sign of weakness. A faint triumphant giggle was heard behind her, the prelude to something worse. The fingers that so savagely were scratching her skin, compared to the subtle previous attack, were maddening. Ryuko felt a tingling urge crawling from the nerve endings to her throat. No matter how much effort she put into having her mouth shut, the inevitable stream of laughter that those claw-like nails forced on her while mercilessly tickling her was bound to occur.
     - Aw, Ryukin, you are so cute when you try to squirm away! - Claimed Nui with a sweet voice. As much as Ryuko hated to admit, that statement was horribly true, as horrible as the prickly feeling on her underarms. Her breathing increased in rhythm, almost as fast as her involuntary attempts to break free. Her arms would twist to test their bounds. Her legs would twirl as well. It was no use; she was expertly locked in place. She would not go anywhere, save to a figurative hell thanks to Nui’s skilled fingers that would scribble all of the sensitive skin that Ryuko’s armpits had to offer. The girl with the red flock was at her limit. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was somewhere else; Senketsu’s image appeared in her mind and fuelled the rage within. Perhaps that passionate feeling would best the lunatic laughter that was bound to happen.
    It was then when the unexpected happened: Ryuko felt Nui’s body manoeuvring behind her, the nefarious girl positioned herself at her side. Following this a new sensation added itself to the tickling that she was fighting against, as if that alone was not enough. The urge to laugh became so powerful that clashed with her resolve to hold the laughter, to the point that Ryuko coughed. At that moment all means of resistance were lost, she broke into a continuous stream of uncomfortable mirth - Ahahahaha, what the fuck are you doing? - The reason for this reaction was simple: as she diligently tickled Ryuko’s left underarm, the girl saw with dread the one-eyed blonde teasingly sliding her tongue on her free cavity. Ryuko felt so weak against this new tactic that she could not even feel disgust because of it - Hmm, a bit salty... poor Ryukin is so ticklish that she is beginning to sweat? - Said Nui looking at her personal and forced playgirl smiling wickedly - But we are just getting started - Ryuko’s attempts of retaliation became more insistent. Her upper body would more around, to evade the wet and slimy tongue that caressed her. However, each time she tried that, a pair of hands, armed with an army of fingers ended in pink, yet sharp nails would squiggle on her other armpit, making her laugh with renewed vigour - Crap, ahahaha, shihihit, this tihihickles! Cuhuhut it ohout! - Complained Ryuko, who was not aware of the words she was saying - Wait a moment - Replied Nui with a devilish grin - Did you say “Oh, miss Harime, I love the way you touch me, please tickle me as much as you want”, it was that? - Ryuko trashed harder upon hearing her torturer’s non-sense - Whahat? I didn’t say that! Ahahaha cut the crap ohohout! Oh fuuhuhuck! This tihihickles so bad! - Said the girl surprised at her own inability to suppress the necessity to laugh. Useless, whatsoever, Nui would lick with devotion her skin and caress it as well, just to elicit the biggest amount of laughter from those touches. The tingling sensation on her now wet let underarm overwhelmed her and made her unable to focus any coherent thought - Well, since you insist so badly let’s change places. Where do you want me to tickle you next? - Said Nui as she briefly stopped using her tongue and wriggled her two set of devilish fingernails around both of Ryuko’s underarms, so subtly that the laughter subdued accordingly. - I don’t…ehehe… - Ryuko had trouble forming words, she could not believe how tiresome being forced to endure this kind of treatment was. She quickly glimpsed at Satsuki with a feeling that could almost be described at respect, to think that she had gone through an inferno way more terrible than hers. - So, place and tool - Nui’s demanding voice brought her back to her precarious situation. She felt as a prisoner who had no other choice than to choose the weapon for their own execution. Ryuko took this opportunity to regain her breath, with some luck the tingling feelings on her skin that still caused her to giggle nervously would suffocate. Unfortunately Nui saw through her scheme - Hurry up Ryukin, or I will chatouiller the two of you the way I feel like! - Her pristine teeth turned into gruesome fangs as she said this. Satsuki, still blindfolded, stiffened when she heard this threat; she had not recovered yet from her own session of torture. Ryuko swallowed hard and decided.     

     - My tummy, with feathers - She said looking directly at Nui in the air. The other returned a disappointed look - That’s lame, can’t we use any other tool? - Asked the girl feigning disapproval, Ryuko, in return, only wished to have her weapon and Senketsu at her side to chop that monstrous excuse of a girl into pieces - It was you the one who wanted to play this fucking game. If you don’t like it just do whatever the fuck you want with me! - Shouted the exasperated restrained girl. Nui, after what seemed to be a minute of deep pondering replied - Okay, but I will tickle your sides as well, and I can make some raspberries if I want, deal? - She said clasping her hands like a child who had just had her way. Ryuko simply looked at her with hate while Nui seated between the two girls, with her long, slender legs in the gap that separated them. Ryuko briefly remembered when she got the chance to tickle this bastard and only wished to pay her back for this humiliation.
    Ignoring these gloomy thoughts towards her own self, the seamstress took a lone pink feather. It was a long plume with soft and plenty of tickling-inducing frills that Nui waved on her hand with anticipating illusion. She was looking forward on seeing Ryuko’s reactions to this new toy. She did not have to wait for a long time though. She made the stiff end of the feather, with its delicate fibbers against Ryuko’s waist. The girl simply looked at the other one indifferently; the sensation was irritating, but manageable. Deep inside, the one tied wanted to mock her torturer, as her smile soon turned into a form of tedium when she realised how little results she would obtain by doing this to her. - Aw, to hell with this, here comes the raspberry plane! - Announced Nui before burrowing her face on Ryuko’s bellybutton who had not time to react - Ugh...Uahahahahaha! Crap, go back to the feathehehers, you piece of shit! Ahahaha! - Cried Ryuko in return. The twin-tailed girl did nothing but to ignore her and kept on blowing kisses against the skin in her well-toned stomach, which scrunched in return to her attacks.
    All the while, Satsuki began to giggle, unnoticed to Ryuko, Nui was stroking the feather against the over-sensitive skin of the long-haired girl; to whom, after all of the tickling torture she had went through, even the most faint touch was enough to bring a smile on her face. The two girls laughed earnestly at their own personal ticklish battle to maintain their sanity. On the right, Ryuko could not help but to shiver every time she felt Nui’s lips pressing her skin and the following gust of air that would compel its way against her stomach, creating waves and vibrations that tickled her whole being. On the left, Satsuki felt a mysterious and hidden entity that was caressing itself against her hips, taunting the borders of her underwear. The two girls laughed in unison sharing this ticklish hell that lasted unchanged for some time.     

    Nonetheless, Nui was a whimsical one and soon got tired of this game, by using the feather on Ryuko’s sides, she allowed her for a brief moment of “rest”. Her sadism was such that only a minimum recession on the degree of torture would be the most that she allowed the girl with the red flock, who almost thanked this, although she did not let her torturer perceive that. She faintly giggled at the same time she tried to gather all the air she could. After two rounds of that infernal game, Ryuko had learned that she needed that precious oxygen as if it was the last thing she did. - That was pretty fun, don’t you think? - Said Nui sitting over Ryuko’s lap and put her arms around her, embracing her - So, where do we go next? - This time, her interlocutor did not waste a minute to reply - Tickle my underarms again with your fingers - .She had already suffered that horrid experience, nevertheless, it was something she already knew and Ryuko considered that it was not worth getting to see how other areas of her body would react to Nui’s demonic wits.
    The aforementioned face changed. From the fake smile, a serious expression of anger sprouted. She pushed Ryuko’s forehead strongly with her index, to the point that the surprised girl fell on her back. Even if her reflexes were above the average, the short-haired girl was not fast enough to incorporate and soon, the binds that tied her gained strength that made her lay with her whole body stretched over the bed. Near to her feet, a voice was heard - Repeating places is cheating - Announced Nui - And the penalty for cheaters is... - She looked at the unsuspecting Satsuki and then to Ryuko - To tickle Satsukin’s feet! - The girl’s skin lost all of its blood when she heard this and began to frantically pull her feet away while pleading - No... hehehe... - Complained Satsuki, who began to laugh by simply imagining another assault on her feet - Oh, but it was Ryuko’s fault for being a cheater...What if I use this electric toothbrush? - Said Nui extracting the object from a place neither of the captives could see - I haven’t tried that on your footsies! - Exclaimed the girl. Ryuko looked at this situation in silence, she had avoided some minutes of torture, but seeing Satsuki struggle before the torment that was about to fall upon her, made the short-haired girl uneasy.     

    The instrument expertly held in Nui’s hands, began to buzz, announcing the diabolic sensations that its bristles would unleash on Satsuki’s already tormented soles. The girl was about to plead again, then she remembered who she was. Matoi had been the target of Nui’s sadist attentions while she simply quivered in fear, she who aspired for greatness! She swallowed hard and waited for the tickling to begin. However, being deprived of her sense of sight only increased her fears and soles’ sensitivity which were already tingling with expectation. The brush buzzed like a swarm of bees, making Satsuki tremble. Still, she managed to remain composed.
   That composure crumbled once the brush made contact with her skin - AAHAHAAH! IT TICKLES SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAAD!!!!! - Cried Satsuki desperately while Nui pressed the vibrating wand between her big and middle toes. Her whole body began to quiver with spasms as Nui began to tickle each of the space that her long toes guarded. - Stop it, damn it! - Shouted Ryuko who, for some reason, could not bear to see Satsuki in that deplorable state. The brush was now brushing the pinkie toe when Nui suddenly asked - Do you like this Satsuki? - The long-haired girl’s feet began to move savagely, trying to escape from the tickling inducing tool that began to descend and was moving in zigzag patterns, first on the balls, later the arches, to follow with the heels. All the while, Ryuko protested, but her insults were muted by the ticklish girl’s cry - NOHOHOHO! I DON’T LIKE THIS!!!! - She cried at the top of her lungs. Nui shrugged her shoulders - You don’t? But this is all Ryuko’s fault, you know? She’s so mean, isn’t she? - - YESYESYESYESYES, SHE IS AHAHAHAHAHA!!! - Said Satsuki in return - Should I tickle her? - Asked the one wearing the enormous pink ribbon on her head - YEEEHEHEHEHESSS!!!! - Hissed Satsuki between hiccups of laughter. The seamstress gave a scornful look to the girl resting on her back - Okay, I’m going to forgive that you wanted to cheat, but only because the lady here asked me to - Explained the wicked seamstress and took away the brush that was tormenting the frantic soles. The aforementioned was breathing hard, thanking for that torment to have finished. - Where do I tickle you next? - Asked Nui jumping on the bed, over Ryuko and sitting in her thighs. - My knees… - Replied Ryuko with all the decision she could muster.
    However Nui yawned in return - Boooring! I don’t feel like it; what if tickle your little friends here? - Asked the purple-eyed girl while groping Ryuko’s more than modest breasts. - What? You’ve got to be kidding me! - Said the girl who did not see this coming - Then it’s settled! - Replied Nui completely ignoring the short-haired girl’s opinion. Equipped with one feather on each hand, the blonde leaned over Ryuko and, smiling with eagerness, fondled the edge of the fringes against Ryuko’s cleavage. The girl began to giggle immediately. She moved uncomfortably at this, the elusive feathers would touch her skin, above her white and blue bra. Ryuko attempted to move away, to escape that faint and maddening touch that Nui knew was so effective on her. Needless to say, with the weight of the minute girl over her added to her restrains she had no place to escape. In the middle of her involuntary tries for resistance, Ryuko felt an unpleasant burning sensation in her cheeks. The feathers moved down, looming over her breasts, which made the black-haired girl arch her back in protest. She bit her lips, to hold a sound that was about to form. The problem was that it was not actually laughter that she would soon let go, rather something quite different. The feathers grazed carefully bellow her bosom, making her skin tingle and to react unwittingly to this touch. Ryuko held her breath; her cheeks began to turn redder by the minute. Her mind was racing trying to understand what was happening to her. Suddenly Nui voiced the taboo words that Ryuko did not dare to muster - Ohh, is the petite Ryuko enjoying this? You naughty girl, what if I do this? - She tossed the feathers aside and began to caress and fondle the girl’s chest, which, in return, could not help but to exhale a long moan - Uuugh! Don’t do...this! - Complained Ryuko as she felt the fingers getting bellow her bra, touching directly her sensitive and, up to that moment, untouched bust. - Don’t deny that you like this - Replied Nui - Your nipples are already sooo hard! - Added the girl, suddenly, Ryuko let out a hollow cry of ecstasy as the seamstress pinched that highly sensitive and forgiven area. That clutch of nerve endings reacted at the same time when Nui twisted the epidermis at the core of her round well-toned breasts, which were large enough for Nui’s little hands not to be able to cover them. Ryuko began to pant at this new sensation, her face was flooding with a guilty blushing - Ngh! Stop…stop…STOP!!!! - Shouted the tied-down girl gathering all the strength she could. In response to that, Nui squeezed that part of her body even harder, making her toes spread as she let loose a blissful scream. Something within her was burning passionately, waiting to be released.