Then, as sudden as it started, all stopped. Ryuko looked at Nui with a mixture of disappointment and anger; she hated her body for wanting more of that attention, as much as the thought disgusted her. The blonde, who knew exactly how her toy felt smiled - Oh, poor Ryukin, you are so dirty, enjoying soo much when I touch you in dirty places… - As she explained nonchalantly, as if the matter was not an important one, she undid the blindfold over Satsuki’s eyes, who blinked at the unexpected surge of light that engulfed her. Following this, Nui pulled one of the strings that held the long-haired girl in place and made her lay on her back, next to Ryuko; the two girls were restrained in the same manner, ready for Nui to play with them. Satsuki waited in silence with a serious expression; Ryuko panted heavily, squirming uneasily, rubbing her legs against each other and her cheeks turning read at the realization that her body craved for more, especially certain area in-between her thighs. Nui grinned as she saw this, she clicked her tongue and added - Not good, not good, bad girls must be punished. First you try to cheat, and now this. - She said quickly fondling Ryuko’s groin, who yelped at that unforeseen touch - You are a really bad one, très mauvase! You deserve a punishment, which is going to be… - Said Nui placing a finger on her chin as she stood on her feet near the end of the bed.     

    - To tickle both of your feet! - A cold sweat dropped from the back of the two girls - What?! - They asked in unison before commencing to proffer a series of insults, threats and pleads that mingled as the duo tried to make themselves be heard. Nui only ignored them and unlaced Ryuko’s shoes. The girl scrunched her toes, attempting to keep her footwear on, which did nothing but to increase the blonde’s amusement - No, no, little Ryuko, it’s no good to resist, or else you will only make me want to tickle you harder - .With a final pull, the right shoe fell off, revealing a pale and athletic foot, with a sole that had patches of hard skin at the heels and near the ball. The other shoe was discarded and showed a similar content. Nui looked and compared the two pair of feet before stating with disapproval - You know, Ryukin, you could use a pedicure - She said trailing a finger at the arch on the girl’s left sole, which wriggled in protest - Look at Satsukin here, she keeps her feet in perfect shape - As she said this she repeated the gesture in the Kiryuin heir’s soles, who scrunched her toes and hid one foot behind the other, not that it helped her refraining the tickling that would ensue. Nui nodded at this reaction approvingly. She took one single feather and wondered - Who wants to be the first? - Waving the tool of torture up in the air, for the two girls to see.     

    What followed after was a continuous stream of laughter that the two girls shared in their ticklish agony. Both of them noticed that their bodies were more sensitive than ever, for different reasons: in the case of Satsuki it was due to a forceful and horrible session of unending tickling torture that she had to endure; but for Ryuko’s it was the sexual arousal that made her skin the more receptive to the touch, specially her soft soles whose nerves were connected to her whole body. The two girls had been teased, abused and tickled for an eternal period; there was no mean for them to discern the passage of time in that chamber, so full of plush toys and sweet-looking decorations. As the two laughed, Nui crossed her legs and spoke - So, how are you two enjoying this? - She said as she filed her nails not giving too much thought to the image of suffering her two captives gave. The feather crossed the whole surface of Ryuko’s soles, who tried to pull them away, to immediately go for Satsuki, who simply quivered her feet in response. Following this, the feather would simply undo this movement just to later repeat it by covering a different part of their soles’ anatomy; it could be the toes, the arches, the tops, nowhere was safe from the feather, which took special interest in the wrinkles that formed every time the girls locked her toes in protest. The one in charge of that instrument was a clone of Nui the seamstress had made so she could focus in matters that were really important, such as the state of her pink nails.
    The synchronized laughter that had been built up since the feather first touched both Ryuko and Satsuki’s soles increased in pitch by every passing second, their soles danced madly as if they wanted to run away from that torturous touch. Something that was futile. The dark-haired duo trashed in unison against their bonds and laughed at the same time, sharing this unwanted treatment together. Nui sighed out of nowhere - I think we should start with the real game - Announced the Lolita after being satisfied with the sharpness of her nails.     

    The seamstress signalled her clone to move aside, she kneeled in front of Satsuki’s tired and abused soles and put the palm of her hands against them, rubbing the skin lightly - You and I have spent some quality time together, but not little Ryuko here. That’s so bad, isn’t it? - Said Nui waving her head in a disapproving gesture - What… - Asked Satsuki suspiciously, gasping for air - What are you planning now…? - Nui gave her vile smile to the tired girl. Their conversation was tainted by Ryuko’s laughter, which had the attention of the feather all for herself. The clone had reversed the plume, and using its stiff end she lightly scratched her heels, making the girl squeal hard with agony. Nui sighed at this - Ryuko, please, I’m trying to talk here, won’t you simply shut up, s’il vous plait? - Following this, the blonde gave a quick glance to her double, who stood up and put an showed a pink piece of cloth to the still giggly girl. Ryuko understood the meaning of that, she was about to get gagged. But in a last attempt for reprisal she shut her mouth thigh. Nui smiled at this futile display of stubbornness and trailed a lone finger on the blue-eyed girl’s left arch. The laughter did not begin immediately, it rather increase gradually, just as the speed on which the finger with a sharp and claw-like nail did. Ryuko bit her lips, and moved her head around to avoid the cloth inside of her mouth. She knew she was fighting a losing battle, she could see in Nui’s patient but insistent smile. Who waited for the perfect moment to unleash the final attack: with all of her fingers she scrapped the sole and wriggled them around in perfect sync with the involuntarily movements that it made to evade the contact. Nui snickered when she saw the immediate reaction to this. - Oahahahahaha! Crahahap… - The cursing and swearing were suddenly stopped once the shroud forced itself on Ryuko’s wide open mouth, muffling her laughter and protests. With another silent order, the clone went back to tending the gagged girl with her trusty feather. Nui and Satsuki’s eyes crossed.
     - Back to where we were, do you remember all the good things we did together? - In normal circumstances, Satsuki would have imposed herself over her foe, however her strength had been deprived and she was unsure on how much would she be able to endure before losing her consciousness, she cautiously fell silent, waiting for whatever the blonde had to say - I mean do you remember how I tickled you the other time, just before you sided with her and tickled me mercilessly? Let’s make a deal - She explained - You use that brain of yours to remember e-ve-ry-thing that I did to you - Each time she said one syllable a finger would fondle the soles of Satsuki’s feet, who gasped in surprise, as to how ticklish they have turned and the sharpness of those terrible nails that scrapped the wrinkles in her arches that formed every time she scrunched her feet. - And I will do that to Ryukin - Explained the one-eyed Lolita - If you do I’ll give you a nice reward. If not… - She wriggled her fingers, caressing the air in front of Satsuki’s feet.
    That was the last straw for Satsuki. This torture was far superior to anything she could endure. Nevertheless, in that moment of lucidity she was granted her pride returned to her: one thing was to suffer the shame of yielding to this hellish torment, but cower in fear as someone else took her place was a different matter for her - I will not tell you anything! - Spat Satsuki, her body stiffened as it understood the repercussions that would follow. Nui’s smile grew gigantically - Hihi, so adorably predictable - .
    The seamstress hands became a blur and before Satsuki could react; her feet were held down immobile, with her toes widespread, tied by a series of cords that did not allow any room for movement. Nui smirked and began to touch both of Satsuki’s pinkie toe stems - This little piggy… - She said with a childish voice. Satsuki made use of all of her remaining force of will and closed her eyes. Yet the sensations proved too much and she was laughing in no time. In a matter of minutes, as Nui advanced in the hierarchy of her toes, she was relieved of her capacity for coherent thoughts - Ahahaha!! - She laughed at the top of her lungs, making Nui’s infantile chants inaudible in comparison.
     - And this little piggy… - Said Nui, prefacing the final step before the real torture could begin - …was a stupid prideful bastard who didn’t know what her place was! - Shouted Nui with rage before she touched the restrained soles. There was not subtlety there, only a desire for causing as much discomfort as possible, up and down, left to right, in circles, in lines, zigzagging patterns, everything was fair for Nui in order to elicit laughter from Satsuki. And that was exactly was she was doing, the long-haired girl was a broken fit of desperate laughter - NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!! - She babbled uselessly - Did you say anything? - Asked Nui shouting to make herself heard over her victim’s pleas - Because I won’t stop for the next ten minutes! - The lucidity of this menace made Satsuki’s decision crumbled as she bounced on the bed, wanting to destroy the bounds that held her in place for her feet to be defiled in ticklish agony.
    A minute of this was all that Nui needed to break the Honnoji Academy’s student council president. Especially after Nui decided to pay attention to the space between Satsuki’s toes, now held still and unable to resist. In a matter of seconds, the seamstress, heard the most magical laughter in the world - AHAHAHAHAHA I’LL TEHEHEHEL YOU!!!!! STOHOHOHOP!! - Nui winked happily - No matter how many times I do this, it’s always so fun to break you. Okay, speak now, or the toes get more tickling - Despite her necessity to catch her breath, Satsuki began to sweat in fear at this threat and, coughing, she told all that the seamstress wanted to hear. Truth be told, the girl was helped by the blonde’s prickly hands that will quickly tickle her soles anytime her memory failed her. All the while, Ryuko listened to all that would happen to her without being able to protest, in that moment, the feather caressing her soles and making her deliver muffled snorts was the last of her preoccupations.     

    Nui Was pleased and cryptically said - See what happens when you are a nice girl. Here’s your first reward: you are going to see closely what happens to Ryukin - With a swift movement of her hands, the two girls were liberated from their bounds, then, with a flexibility exceeding the average human, Nui raised her leg until it was parallel to her torso, then she dropped it and kicked the bed with her heel. The piece of furniture spun in the air, launched the unsuspecting and tired girls. While they traversed the air in their uncontrolled flight, the two Nuis, the original and the clone, jumped wielding all sorts of sewing materials, effectively tying the two black-haired girls. Once the bed landed, the duo was restrained over their stomach, their hands tied behind their backs, each facing a different direction: Satsuki was looking at the end of the bed and Ryuko at the pillow. Needless to say, both of them could see a pair of bound pale and sensitive feet if they turned their heads to the right.
    The clone sat over Ryuko’s back and, without any warning tickled her underarms ever so slowly and devilish, teasing her in that way that had proven so effective with the short-haired girl. The real Nui sat in front of Satsuki, who undid her shoes before the blue-eyed girl scornful stare - Since you have been a nice girl… here’s your next reward: I’ll let you lick my feet - She said with a smiled that denoted her superiority. Nui’s hands reached for her left boot and pulled at it, Satsuki saw with dread the skin of the ankle beginning to appear, the heel followed soon after and stopped all of sudden - Oh, I forgot to mention, after all this time my feet might be a bit sweaty and they smell funny, but you don’t mind, right? - Announced Nui with sarcastic concern. Satsuki looked at her with decision and her lips separated.          

    

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.

     

    All of sudden a deafening sound was heard, a resonance so strong that any other noise fade and submitted to it. The sound of a foot clad in a pristine white shoe echoed in the room as it slammed with decision against the floor. The room was engulfed in a burst of blinding light, and at the source of that radiance stood a figure. Nui’s eye open wide with respect and happiness, for the first time, those feelings were sincere. She quickly put her boot back and got on her feet before happily jog towards the person who had entered her humble chamber. - Mother… - Whispered Satsuki once she recognized the newcomer. Donned in a simple yet elegant white dress was Ragyo Kiryuin in flesh and blood. A piece of cloth that gave away to all of the charms a mature lady as her could offer. It was difficult to discern her age, her pristine pale skin shone with the beauty of a healthy lady. Her bare shoulders were adorned with a stylish feathered white stole that flickered away at any movement her voluptuous body made. The dress covered her legs and opened itself like a flower, with two awe inspiring stamens that where her creamy looking feet, that could be seen down to the ankles and rested inside of a pair of white high heels shoes that supported her gracious figure. The white hair spread as the wing of a magnificent swam, that shone with the mesmerizing beauty of a dozen of rainbows. Hers was not a void exquisiteness; her attentive red eyes studied the situation in front of her and showed the experience that only a woman who had lived though the hardships of life could muster. Her purple lips turned into a pleased lips with her eyes met with Satsuki’s - What do we have here? - Said the grave voice of the mistress - I leave you in charge of the precious academy and this is what I find, Satsuki? Subdued to this deplorable state? I am utterly disappointed, I had great expectations in you - Nui got in between them and smiled expectantly, like a puppy that had waited for its master for too long - Miss Ragyo, it’s so good to see you back! Do you like the surprise I got for you? You see, Satsuki was being a naughty girl and I had to punish her, she was soo, lame and easy to beat. Just when I thought... - Yet the mistress eyes had only place for her daughter to look at her with not dissimulated hate - Mother! - Said Satsuki aloud - Nui is your subordinate, am I right? Then tell her to cease this nonsense at once! - Ragyo looked at her blankly - Why should I? - Her voice was colder than ice - Not only you don’t show me results, you struggle with a little nuisance - Said the woman briefly looking at Ryuko’s back, who in return tried to see what was going on at the moment - And you miserably allow yourself to be defeated by a simple couturier. Even while wearing your wedding dress, the Kamui that I had tailored for you, which you unsealed without my consent! No, I think you deserve this ordeal that you set upon yourself. This will finally make you understand how powerless and useless you really are - These words pierced through Satsuki’s heart. Ragyo, her own mother, to speak those words against her...For her finally obstacle in her ambitions to not acknowledge her as a problem worthy of her preoccupation... it was too much for her to bear.
    Next to the white-haired woman, Nui looked at the two of them, unhappy to the fact that she was being ignored. She cleared her throat to catch her mistress’ attention - And let’s not forget that little Satsuki was thinking about a coup d’état against you, miss Ragyo so I had to... - - I haven’t asked your opinion - Interrupted the woman abruptly - So, is that the girl who has been meddling with my daughters affairs? - Ryuko, wanted to speak, she knew that the woman she could not see, judging from the sudden change in the mood was the one in charge, the one who was most likely responsible for her father’s death. She trashed against her bonds, wanting to confront that person, but she had to give up and wait to see how the event would develop. - Yes she is! - Said Nui smiling sincerely - Her name is Ryuko Matoi and she was wearing a black and red Kamui, she is really fun to tease, let me show you! - The Lolita walked towards the captive, although the woman’s voice refrained her from doing so - And the Kamui? Where is it? - Nui felt a chill across her spine - That? Well...How should I put it? There were some… “Complications” and I had to break it. But don’t worry; I have already sawed it back again. It’s in a safe place, sealed with Satsuki’s - For the first time, the mistress’ eyes met with Nui, she did nothing but to give her a look of disapproval just as someone would dedicate to a meddlesome insect. The seamstress felt overwhelmed by this and began to sweat with worry - Nui Harime; do you fail to understand that it’s unwise to ignore me? You have disregarded my order for far too long. Not given word of your status after my attempts to contact you. Not only that, you forced me, to search for you. Do you understand how precious my time is?! Not to mention that you weren’t ordered to destroy that Kamui! A piece like that is a very important subject of research - Her lifeless eyes pierced thought the petite girl who saw herself reflected in those red coals burning with hatred, she only saw a helpless little girl - But, but I… - Tried to reply the awe struck seamstress - There will be consequences - She added.      

    The air in the room seemed to have frozen, almost as if a chilly gust emanated from Ragyo herself. Until she let out a tired sigh - But I will worry about what to do with you later - The look in her eyes turned into one of amusement - Nui, proceed with what you were doing with these two - She said pointing at the girls that were restrained - Is there anywhere I can sit? - Suddenly, Nui snapped of her state of confusion - Of course, Mrs. Ragyo! - Claimed the girl, happy to be of service - Just sit on this couch! - She added carrying a rose-coloured sofa that was bigger than her slim frame. The woman elegantly sat on it and let out a satisfied sigh - If I may ask, Mrs. Ragyo, are you tired? - - You can’t imagine, thanks to you I had not only to cancel a series of important meetings, I even had to endure an endless negotiation with a rival manufacturer until Revocs finally bought it over, all that while my mind was occupied thinking about Satsuki’s uselessness. And then the long travel from my office… - Nui listened with attention as a new clone appeared in front of Satsuki and removed her shoes before placing her bare feet in front of her face. The double over Ryuko went back to tickling her underarms and sometimes her back with fingers that clawed her way almost as if they were digging for a treasure that manifested itself each time a silenced laugh escaped from the girl’s mouth. The short-haired girl laughed anew as much as the gag allowed her. On the other hand Satsuki flinched her head with disgust. The presence of her mother had fuelled a spark of pride and she would not submit to that low humiliation.
     All the while the duo for mistress and servant ignored them and continued with their conversation. A chat so normal that it was bizarre in comparison with the scene of torture in front of them - I’m really sorry about this Mrs. Ragyo. I wanted this to be a surprise - Said the girl kneeling next to her superior - I hope this helps - As she said this, she pulled a yoke from the couch which made a footrest spring forth; now the woman’s ankles rested on the soft surface and her feet dangled thankfully - Don’t worry - Added the pink-clad girl - I will make you enjoy this show that I made just for you - Her sweet voice contrasted with the ominous words she spoke.     

    As she turned around she nodded to her pair of clones that were so diligently causing despair on the girls. Ryuko squirmed with all of her might as she danced around to the song played by the slender hands tickling not only her underarms and sides, but her back. She tried to protest, to complain and to menace, but all the sounds that she was able to produce where laughable and incoherent grunts thanks to the gag, which was beginning to get damped in saliva - Hmrrhmph!!!! - Was the sound that she generated - It’s something the matter? - Asked the fake Nui over the short-haired girl - Don’t you feel comfortable? Maybe it’s because you are so tense; here, let me give you a little back rub - She said melodically. A snapping sound made Ryuko startle among the tortuous tingling sensations that still ruled her skin. She wriggled her body with special dedication. The reason for this was simple: the false seamstress had cut the stings in the girl’s bra and took advantage of the now free and unhindered pale back she got in front of her. With gentle touches she skittered her fingers all around the now exposed skin, making Ryuko gasp and laugh in surprise. At the same time, Satsuki was fighting her own battle. The proud girl faced two disgusting soles in front of her visage. If that was not enough the odour was nauseating, yet she would not concede, even if it was the last thing that she did in her life she would never allow her tongue to ever touch any part of that dreaded and maniac girl - Felling a little rebellious now, eh little Satsuki? I guess you want to make mama proud after all. Fine by me - Said the other Nui which did not seem to be dissatisfied with Satsuki’s sudden retaliation - I wonder how long will you last? - She added; her wicked smile could only foreshadow something terrible for the long-haired girl.
    Unfortunately for Satsuki, she was right. She heard a buzzing sound behind her. Somehow, despite not being able to locate it in her memory, the mere fact of hearing it made her shudder in fear. Her body involuntarily reacted to it; she felt goose bumps all over her skin, her nerves were panicking, but the worst part were the soles of her feet, which she rubbed against each other in anticipation. The black-haired girl tried to look back, though two strong hands held her face in place - Oh, no, you can’t cheat on this one! It’s either licking my footsies or guess what is going to happen to yours. I’ll give you a hint. Remember that I asked you to tell me all about I did to you so Ryuko could enjoy it? - Asked the deranged blonde, her only eye fixated in Satsuki’s expression of bewilderment - But since you don’t appear to have a good memory I’ll first make you feel it! - That can’t be true... - Whispered the strong-willed girl. Next to her, Ryuko began to protests harder which only made Satsuki’s own nervousness to increase. Her head was locked and there was nothing she could do to check on the Matoi girl’s situation.     

    Little did Satsuki know that Ryuko’s sudden burst of energy was not completely forced by the ticklish torment she was facing; which in fact contributed, as the clone over her began to lick the lower part of her back, with a slithering tongue that trailed, leaving a trace of saliva, as if it was some kind of rapid snail; at the same time her sides were relentlessly attacked by the couturier skilled fingers. This made the girl be flooded with a mixture of tickling sensations. Yet the reason of her surprise was seeing another of the nefarious girl’s clones slowly tying Satsuki’s toes, making sure her feet were deprived of all kind of movement. Once she was satisfied with her work she procured a strange sewing machine and turned it on. The device came to life with a roaring sound; its many needless tailored a piece of rough cloth that cycled on a roller to be transformed into fibbers that would later be sewed back again. A constant and useless process of creation and destruction that Ryuko did not understand, nor cared; she was more concerned with a sudden realization, what would happen if that cloth, of considerable width, were to be stroked against a pair of defenceless feet like Satsuki’s? The answer did not have to wait much longer.     

     - But of course it can be real, silly Satsukin! Since you liked it so much I brought it again - Replied the sham copy of Nui before a storm of tickling was released on Satsuki - NOHOHOHOHO, NOT THAHAHAT AGAIN!!!! AHAHAHA!!!! ANHITHING BUT THAT! AHAHAHAHA!!!! - Tears fled freely from her usually fiery eyes. She had tried to forget the sensation, the powerlessness, and the inability to do anything except to laugh. But all of her fears have returned: the same device, crafted by a demon cloaked in a Lolita pink disguise, that had been used to damage the border of her sanity during hours was again employed against her now over-sensitive feet. She shook her head, her body trembled, her breathing rhythm intensified, her vision blurred from the stream of tears that she let go, and, overall, she howled like a beast in pain. At least that was what it would look like to an outside observer, if it was not for the laughter hidden between the agonic cries. This time the sensation of deprived freedom was greater, her feet were pinned in a sea of soft fluffy pink cushions and her toes wide spread. The skin wrinkled, allowing for more contrasts in her skin to feel the sensations. And those she felt, as much as she hated it. No words could describe the levels of ticklish misery she was feeling, her soles were a landscape ravaged by the invisible army that pillaged them and left only tingling sensations behind. All the while she was forced to look with pleading eyes at her tormentor that enjoyed her distress with sadistic pleasure.     

    Ryuko saw the terrible apparatus work its way to create horrible shrieks on Satsuki; a cold sweat covered her forehead as she heard those. Yet another kind of sound would make her quiver with fear even further. The same murmur from the machine was heard, duplicated behind her, which could only mean - Guess what, Ryukin? I’ve got a spare machine just for your little feet - Said Nui in a low voice next to her right ear. The skin of her neck stiffened, and she twisted her feet and trashed them around, but in a matter of seconds she got all of her toes immobilized and ready to share this torture Satsuki was facing. She bit at her gag, wanting to tear it down; she had been robbed of everything by that girl: first her family, then her friend Senketsu, later her dignity, and now her mental stability was about to be stolen as well, while she could not even resort to verbal violence. It was no use. Soon the girl had her digits well tied down, she saw the devastating effects the machine was causing on Satsuki and closed her eyes, whishing that she would be able to endure it somehow.       

    Both the mistress and the subordinate saw this terrible spectacle of suffering and distress with satisfied smiles on her faces. Nui’s was a wide malign grin. Ragyo’s a slight smirk that did not leave way to her real thoughts. Nevertheless she seemed pleased with what she saw. Her chin resting over her left hand with a dignified gesture, she observed how the situation developed in front of her with attention. At her side, Nui’s gaze shifted from the girls she so earnestly was making suffer and her beloved mistress, after all she did it for her sake, to please her. For that reason she constantly wanted to verify whether or not she was being successful thanks to any reaction the woman might make. Yet that was not the case, Ragyo’s expression was unmoving. Out of sudden, as she was devising on more devilish ways to make the girls reach new peaks of ticklish madness, she saw something from the corner on her eye that made her mind freeze.
    Absentmindedly, the mistress, in all of her elegance, crossed her legs, the right resting over the left one and her impeccable white shoe slipped away so slightly that Nui could take a glimpse at the skin of her matron’s heel. She swallowed hard, especially as the woman began to use her toes to make the shoe flap in a display of mastery of the fine art of shoe dangling. Nui’s mouth began to get dry at that sight; the more she could indulge her eye in the fair skin of the mistress, the bigger her bliss turned. How she cursed her not having her left eye so she could double the feasting her only blinder was enjoying. Ignoring these feelings, the shoe continued with its maddening battle against gravity. The seamstress imagined the toes wriggling inside the cover of that piece of clothing, scrunching and stretching with trained movements that would make the shoe find new angles on which defy its stability. After an especially low swing, Nui had a full view not only of the heel, but part of the arch as well. She made a decision, torturing those two petites putaines was not a priority anymore, a new desire aroused in her: to please her mistress in all the endless ways she deserved.
     - Mrs. Ragyo… - Asked Nui stroking her face against the leader of Revocs’, who did not seem to bother at this violation of her personal space - Do you like what you see? - Asked the blond girl, over the background chorus of mortified laughter that the two girls produced while not just the soles of their feet were ticked mercilessly - I do - Was the brief answer she received. The girl licked her lips with anticipation and got on her fours, crawling towards the foot recliner - Can I make it the more enjoyable for you? - She asked; her cheeks tainted with a faint blush. There was no answer, which could only mean that the Lolita had gotten the approval she wanted. Her face was at a mere inches away from the end of the mistress legs, she could see the soles of her high heels in detail - I wonder… - Said Nui aloud, her eye darting from the pair of objects she wanted to get rid of and the marble-like face of her mistress - …being on these heels all day. Don’t they hurt the mistress feet? - Again, there was no answer; Ragyo was not even looking at her. However, the girl did not care about that. As long as the white-haired woman did not forfeit her approaches everything would be fine. With extreme care, almost with the heed a master jeweller would hold the most precious diamond, so too did Nui with her mistress’ right foot. She held it from the ankle and with zealous delicacy she took the shoe’s heel and began to pull.
      - Be careful, Nui - Ragyo’s voice startled the girl - No one touches me in vain and lives to tell the tale, don’t ever consider to forget that - Claimed the woman with a commanding voice, she looked at Nui briefly in the eye, enough for the seamstress to see the menacing glare that was hidden among those cold eyes. One wrong move and she would incur in this powerful being’s rage.     

    Those meddlesome worries were soon dissipated. Once that Nui pulled the shoe and threw it back with abandon, to show how much she despised it for not letting herself be lost in the beauty Ragyo’s foot had to offer. But the one-eyed Lolita’s imagination did not do justice to reality. Perfection existed; she was holding it in that precise moment, with her own two hands. The possibility of any kind of flaw to be found in that sole was unconceivable, from the sleek heel, the pronounced arch, the rounded balls and the long, slender toes. Nothing was out of place, no dead skin to be seen, and no hardened areas. Every single millimetre of skin seemed smoother than the last one. The seamstress examined it with her attentive eye and found delight in the fact that the toenails were painted in a deep purple polish, and to enhance the inherent appeal, one ring was place in each of the middle toes. Nui was enthralled to be in presence of that heavenly beauty. Her hands trembled, it was no longer the desire to appease her mistress, this time she only wanted to be the one satisfied, and the only way to achieve that goal was to touch that foot, to worship it.
    Her hands moved on their own will. Resting over the left ankle, the bare extremity was prepared for her to touch it, the toes splayed, inviting her to begin. With the utmost delicacy and concern the back of Nui’s nimble fingers, slowly rubbed the sole, beginning at the supreme heel, tainting the arch and feeling the toes. The contact was silk-like and the blonde could not believe how supple the skin to the touch was. The foot flexed a little back, as if stretching itself to the feeling of freedom. Nui placed both hands around it, embracing it gently. Her fingers took a great hold of the back and, using her thumbs, she began to caress the ball with subtle round motions. The pressure she applied at first was faint and she got no reaction from the mistress, save for the tempting toes that loosened at her touch. She applied a bit more of force and trailed her digits upwards, the woman separated her toes in response and a low purr was heard. Nui was in the most blissful state, nothing could surpass the feeling she had at the moment and wanted her mistress to enjoy as well. She was so lost in the wrinkles her thumbs carved in that blank slate for her to fill with pleasure that she paid no heed to the inhuman shrieks behind her.
    Nui could spend all of the eternity in that situation, yet after a period of time that seemed like mere seconds for her, she decided that not to pay attention for the remaining parts of the sole would be an insult to the mistress. She used the palm of her left hand, almost as if it was a rag that took all the tension in its path and rubbed it against the arch. On its way to the top of Ragyo’s sole, she inserted her fingers in-between the heavenly toes of her mistress, making sure to scrub them delicately. She could feel those same digits stroking against hers in a tango that only the two females shared. After that, she made use of all sorts of movements, caresses and strokes she could think of: from her knuckles on the mistress’ arches, to the thumbs rubbed against the heels, or the two palms being stroked with passion in both the sole and the top of the foot. Ragyo stood silently, enjoying the sensations her subordinate caused on her tired foot.
    Nobody spoke for a while, save for the two girls that were mercilessly tortured, their soles had already turned into a shade of red due to the overload of sensations, their throats were sore from all the laughing. And, somehow, Ragyo’s attentive stare gave them the force to resist that ordeal and not to give up. How easy would it be for the two girls to submit to their captors’ wishes! Yet they were laughing like madwomen from an endless array of tickling in their poor feet. Nui could not care less about those two; she was touching and palpating the foot, searching for any place that had not received her attention. Unconsciously, she was bending her back, her lips getting close to the wriggling toes. She licked her mouth with anticipation. She was a greedy one and wanted to feel the mistress even more. Then, out of nowhere a pulling motion made her return to reality. Not understanding what was going on, she looked at the mistress with a pleading eye. Could it be that she had had enough? - But I was getting started! - Wanted to complain the naive girl, who could not even utter a word; with her now bare foot, Ragyo used her toes to pull at the remaining shoe, baring her left foot just for Nui - Don’t forget this other one - Ordered the woman with a satisfied tone. The shoe fell to the ground with an opaque sound that was like a bell for Nui. Her happiness had been doubled, now two soles, which equalled in perfection, lay in front of her so she could take pleasure in just their mere presence.
    Needless to say, that was not enough, neither was Nui’s capacity to tend those feet in the way they deserved. Two new clones appeared and kneeled in front of them to diligently rub, massage and, overall, take all preoccupations away. Meanwhile, the real Nui rested her head over the mistress’s lap, begging for her attention and purring like a cat as the woman absentmindedly scratched the back of her head full of golden hair. Nui’s happiness was over the top, yet there was something that made her frown: how come the mistress did not give nor even a single wince or quick look at her? Her eyes were only fixated in Satsuki and Ryuko, those two always harnessed all of her attention. She decided to make the mistress notice her; she looked at her clones and they put more emphasis in their task. They began to tend the woman’s feet with a dedication that almost reached religious levels. And it seemed to work, as her purple eye examined the mistress for any visible reaction, she noticed that her breathing had turned more intermittent, not to mention that, a hardening budge was beginning to be seen through the woman’s dress just below her bosom.
    It was then when a mischievous thought came to her mind, she looked at the duo that was lost in a fidget of silent laughter, their resistance beginning to fade little by little. Then, she imagined how it would feel to try something similar on the woman she so highly looked up to. As she thought about it, she realized that she had never heard the mistress laughing earnestly. What kind of sound could her mature throat produce if her soles were to be gently stroked with ticklish intent? She could not wait to find out. One of her clones stopped her caressing on the right foot, the one which had enjoyed the most of the attentions and used a single finger nail to graze the skin at the arch.     

    The temperature of the room dropped terribly, a fearsome aura emanated from the powerful woman, whose foot twitched a bit, her smile changed subtlety, just for a second though. Following this, the clone, which was paralyzed to receive an ominous stare from the mistress, had the foot pressed against her face - Nui, be careful, there are things that you simply can’t do - Out of nowhere the fake Nui that was tending the left foot let out a surprised yelp. With inhuman speed, Ragyo had free it from her grasp, and with a strong movement that no one could have seen coming, she used her two feet to twist the clone’s who had dared to defile her unspoiled sole neck and broke it in a gruesome sound.     

    Ragyo looked annoyed at the imitation of her subordinate falling lifelessly to the ground. Silence took over the room, save for the two girls that tried to catch their breaths. All of the many Nuis around stopped to look in awe at the mistress, the only being they both loved, respected, and, most of all, feared. Revocs’ leader looked around contented to see that the message was beginning to reach the seamstress’ empty head. Still, that was not sufficient. She took hold of one of Nui’s massive twin tails and pulled at the hair with force until her eyes met with the seamstress’ who looked at her pleadingly and terrified - I… I… Mrs. Ragyo… - She babbled incoherently - Nui Harime… - Said Ragyo with a cold voice - Do you understand what your place is? - She asked with fire burning in her eyes. Nui only nodded terrified, fighting to control the tears that threatened to appear from the pain of having her hair pulled caused. With the same lack of preoccupation that one would have when disposing of any unnecessary leftovers, the woman shoved the girl to the ground. - Show me there is something inside that head apart of little ribbons, don’t force your luck again - She added and reclined in the couch, the only signal she gave for Nui to continue with her treatment on the soles of her feet.