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.

    The real Nui took the deceased clone’s place at the feet of her mistress, and nodding submissively she renewed her efforts to please her. However, there was something that hurt her feelings more than the sudden burst of violence of her mistress; it was the way she ignored her presence, the woman only had eyes for the girls that were being tortured again, now with even more sadism. Nui regarded at them with hate, if only they did not exist, she would make sure to destroy them completely, first their minds, later her bodies. But that did not matter, she had wronged the mistress and she had to make up for it. With all the respect she had, she massaged the foot again. A second later, she found herself nibbling at the toes. As soon as she did this, all of her preoccupations abandoned her, the taste was sublime. And since the mistress remained silent that could only mean that she allowed that new diligence that materialized with double pleasure as the clone imitated the original one.
    Simultaneously, the replicas taking care at the machines that were prickling mercilessly those feet devoid of anything else that were not tickling nerves at the verge of exploding; with empty stares, they turned the machines at their maximum velocities. Needless, to say, the two girls began to cry and to sob desperately, they were at the verge of collapsing, and the increase in their ruthless torturing proved too much for them. Out of nowhere, Satsuki began to plead - Nohohohoho… - She said with a hoarse voice - No more! I’ll lick, your feet, I’ll lick them as much as you want, just please stop! - These words were like music for Nui’s ears. Just what the Lolita needed, something to enlighten her mood. - Oh Satsukin, you never disappoint me! It’s always so fun to break you! - So grateful was the girl that she planted a firm kiss in the long-haired girl’s lips, who was having troubling breathing from the sensations that still tingled in her sore soles.
    The machines were removed allowing the duo for a brief respite, even if the definition of that concept was a special one in Nui’s mind. Putting her soles in Satsuki’s face, she let out a satisfied moan when the tongue lapped with care at her little arches. Out of sudden, the licking became intermittent, as Satsuki began to giggle. The once proud girl looked back to see with horror that the clone at her feet was stroking a feather against them. She looked at Nui with pleading eyes - That’s the most you will get, take it or we are going back to the sewing machine - Declared Nui in a tone that let no place for discussion.     

    Satsuki should have considered herself lucky, Ryuko was about to suffer a more terrible fate. She felt a wet sensation at her soles. She glanced back to see a brush applying a consistent coating of an unknown substance. The brush tickled, especially after their feet became wet, which made them the more slippery and in return tickling her more in a vicious cycle, yet, compared with the torment she had gone through, she breathed relieved. The substance oozed down her wrinkled arches, Ryuko could feel each drop moving as if some kind waterfall of laughter fell down on her poor soles. Against all odds, the duplicate seating over her spoke again - Oh, little Ryuko, Satsuki gets to rest but you and I still have something to discuss. After all, that idea you got...well, why don’t you try on your little ticklish feet? - By hearing the word “ticklish” Ryuko began to squirm with force, what in the world was the lunatic blonde planning? Once her tired soles had been thoroughly coated, almost like they got a secondary skin over them, she heard a conversation that made her quiver in fear - Wake up you stupid chien! - Shouted the Nui at the end of the bed, from below it, she pulled out a round object that Ryuko knew far too well, it was Guts, the Mankanshoku’s family pet. The mutt sniffed around until he found something that attracted him - Are you hungry? - Said Nui petting the animal - Then you are lucky, because I got two plates of delicious food for you - She said smiling wickedly. Ryuko shivered and began to cry - Anything but that, anything but that! - She wanted to scream, to plead, it did not matter how low she would fall; she could not endure that kind of transgression against her soles.      

    The room echoed with the muffled harrowing laments of laughter from Ryuko, the wet lapping noise at the surface of her feet from the tongue was almost inaudible among her cries for mercy. Guts, ignorant to her suffering licked all the nourishment from the soles by using his tongue anarchically. The dog did not pay any consideration to the ticklish agony he was causing, only the tasty meal he was having mattered. Ryuko cried in despair as her throat could no induce anymore laughs. At the same time Satsuki observed her ordeal with a feeling that could almost be described as pity, although she had a situation herself to take care of. A twosome of feet were ruthlessly demanding and rubbed against her face for her tongue to bestow to lowly on the act of licking them. The proud girl would have suffered an attack of retching if it was not for the feather that put an unwanted smile on her face. Regardless of how diligently she tasted those filthy feet she got tickled all the same; the feather dusting away any hope of regaining her dignity. She tried to please that unappeasable maniac as best as she could, simply to save herself as much agony as possible. 
    A spiral of sensations, feelings and thoughts that Nui did not care at all; she was enjoying the most delightful excitement in her life: with gentle kisses, she nibbled at the mistress right foot, showing the woman her love and respect through her feet. Who, in return would wriggle her toes satisfied. The Lolita spread her lips and welcomes that set of marbles on her mouth. She feasted on them with the passion of a lover, a charming kiss she dedicated to them, that swirled inside of her mouth, fighting against her tongue that caressed them with love. She let the digits go, a thread of saliva still joined them with her, nearly as if fate itself did not want for the blonde to express her adore for them. But the rest of the foot deserved attention, and she was more than willing to supply to it. With soft kisses, she descended towards the bottom of the sole, next to her, her replica imitated her in a perfect tandem. On her pilgrimage around the skin of that faultless foot, Nui felt in a complete state of bliss. Who could blame her? The person she admired the most was grating her the honour of presenting her soles for her to worship. She was a goddess that no one had ever touched in the same intimate manner as the one-eyed girl was doing. Like the deity she was, her feet were perfect, the texture, the smoothness, even the taste amazed Nui who could not help but to be enthralled by them. She kissed and, with quick movements of her tongue, she faintly savoured Ragyo’s feet. Soon enough, a layer of saliva embraced them, which only served as a lubricant to decrease the skin friction, hence, the more easy for Nui to massage and the most receptive the mistress was to that attention. It was not a matter of making the woman feeling rested. Nui was going beyond, she was making love with her feet and there was no place for any useless thought or preoccupation in the world for her.
    Yet, something bothered the seamstress: the mistress’s intense gaze was fixed on the two idiotic girls that had long surrendered to her might. Nui did not enjoy that and attention from the mistress, she wanted to keep the woman for herself, and decided to renew her efforts, by licking and massaging those lovely feet harder, she expected to gain be noticed, just as she deserved.     

    Endless minutes that nobody worried to count passed by. The image in the chamber turned into a most bizarre one. The pair of girls restrained on the bed showed a deplorable state; on the left, Ryuko was at the verge of collapsing, Guts was as merciless as voracious and licked her poor soles with gluttony. On the right, Satsuki giggled from the faint brush of the feather, which made her briefly neglect the care her tongue had to offer to the fake Lolita in front of her, this translated in a scolding look and more tickling for her. The two of them would have given everything they owned to be freed from this distress. Nonetheless the other duo present in the room could not care less about their preoccupations. Nui was diligently rubbing and massaging Ragyo’s feet. She was enjoying the taste of those candy-like toes and her thumbs pressed up and down the slippery and pronounced arch. During all of her treatment, Ragyo said nothing. Withal it was evident that Nui’s attention was reaching to her; her breathing was becoming harder and a series of low moans emanated from her lips. Discretely, her ideal fingers travelled down to her inner thigh which she began to caress lightly, making her whole body tingle in the process.
    Nui, who was pretty aware of that change in her mistress’ behaviour, began to lick her feet with more devotion, she placed the heel in her mouth and began to suction, making sure her teeth grazed the soft skin, simultaneously her hands did wonders on those soles.     

    Unexpectedly, Ragyo’s cold and severe voice reverberated in the room - Nui - Said the woman placing her hands at the couch’s armrests. The aforementioned, which had the entirety of her mistress’ toes in her mouth ceased to lick them with a loud popping sound, cleared a few drops on saliva over her lips and asked back - Yes? What is it Mrs. Ragyo? - The other did not looked at her as she spoke - You should get finished with this… - She said - But… don´t you like this? - Interrupted Nui gently rubbing the feet with hers and her clone’s two hands - I can’t say I dislike it… - Claimed the woman - In fact I will have you doing this to my feet on a regular basis. But that’s not the matter - Her frown furrowed - Time is on the essence and we are running behind of our schedule, mainly thanks to you - She paused - However I have already came up with a penalty, for you not consulting me before acting. These two are a key piece in my plans - Nui watched these declarations agape, she was being left behind once more - In order to atone for your failure, once these two have been “reprogrammed” you will provide them with new Kamuis - The seamstress’ blood froze upon hearing these, yet the leader of the Kiryuin state went on with her declaration - But they won’t be any kind of clothing, these must be unique, perfect to suit their bearers. To reach that level of perfection you will unravel Junketsu and the black piece this girl wore, mingle their life-fibbers and create a set from that cloth, a pair of twin uniforms, joined in brotherhood - Nui began to tremble, the vessel inside her began to boil the blood within - But Mrs. Ragyo… I already got my hands full with the Shinra Kotetsu, you won’t expect me to derive some of my skills to this requests, least you want that clothing that you so much desire to be… - She had to choose her words carefully - …lacking in quality - Ragyo smiled wickedly - Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, for your own good you’ll work day and night in anything I ask you to do and the quality will be perfect without any doubt, for your own good it will be so - She looked at the girl who was reflected in her wicked eyes - Any objections little lady? - The blonde’s chin began to tremble, she wanted to speak her mind, to tell how unfair that was after all the care and dedication she put into pleasing the mistress, she would not notice her and favour those two wenches instead - If I may ask - Said the girl, defeated - What makes them so special? - Ragyo giggled, it seemed to Nui that the white-haired woman was laughing at a joke only she knew - Because these two are my little girls after all - .
    Nui felt silent, she got up and pressed a lever that made the couch backrest fall backwards, the mistress gasped at the sudden loss of balance. Afterwards, her whole body resting on the recliner she looked at Nui with inquisitive eyes. The girl smiled in return - Everything you say my lady! Your whish is my command! - She said hopping over the woman’s lap who looked at her with interest and inquisitively as well - I will work double to fulfil your wishes, until my body is dry - Her nimble hands discarded the woman’s shawl and grasped her shoulders and urged her to turn around, curious to see what her servant had in mind, the woman obliged - But for now, you deserve a rest. Carrying the will of the life-fibbers is a terrible weight over your shoulders. I can tell because they are so stiff - She began to massage those, meanwhile a new replica appeared and joined her sister into tending the mistress’ feet and calves, now exposed to anything she had in store for them - Hmmm, you might be right… - Replied Ragyo murmuring pleased.
    Unknown to her, Nui smiled with a secret perversion. She created an army of clones that touched and massaged all of the skin available in her mistress’ body. No place was spare of any expense. From head to toe, every nerve in her body was overloaded with waves of pleasure that made the woman purr with humour. So diligent were the hundreds of fingers that bathed her that the woman’s body began to loosen up and relax. After blissful moments of the most thorough Spa treatment the world had to offer, Ragyo closed her eyes and feel into deep slumber.     

    The multiple clones, that could be counted in dozens continued massaging, rubbing and tending the immobile woman, some even licked a few parts of her body, placing special attention in her feet. Without any of the members of this strange litter of human cubs noticing, the real and original Nui stepped back. Her shoulders shook, her head had sullen in her chest and her twin tails trembled as she began to giggle. Hers was not a melodic tune as she usually did; this was her true wicked self. The seamstress straightened her body and in an eye that had no place for sanity tears began to form, the drops feel on her cheek to her wide grin full of pointy fangs - Tehe - She giggled - Tehehehehe, ahahaha HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! - She laughed manically - What the fuck is going on? Why don’t I deserve any attention?! Why, why, why, why, why, why, WHY!!!!!!!! - She screamed, falling in the darkest pits of madness inside her soul. The Lolita unsheathed her half of the scissor blade and calmly walked towards the mistress. In her path she sliced all the clones she found - Why? Why? Why? - She repeated monotonously when she fought the terrified duplicated that were not sure about how to react. Some raised improvised life-fibber weapons against her; needless to say, they were no match for her weapon, especially crafted to fight that kind of material.
    In mere second the mistress, laying on her stomach and resting peacefully was visible again. Nui pointed the tip of her sword to her neck. The blade trembled as her will was crumbling - Why do you despise me this much? After all that I do for you. If only…if only… - She said and raised her sword - IF ONLY YOUR TWO PUATAINES DIDN’T EXIST!! - She said, her eye locked in the two captives that were gasping for air once the clone torturing them stopped to contemplate the change in the Lolita’s spirit. In a flash, she ran towards the bed and sliced any obstacle in her path. The fake Nuis retaliated without any success. One of them was mercilessly grabbed by the hair and was used as the most unorthodox weapon to exist. The clone sent flying some of her unfortunate comrades until she was finally threw to the bed, on which she landed between the restrained girls, who observed the situation with concern; they knew they would be no match against the couturier in their miserable state. Guts, who was terrified at this display of violence, hid under the bed.
    Just before the double could react, Nui leaped on the piece of furniture and impaled the clone. The blade cut through the bed as if it was butter. The tip of the weapon almost hit the dog beneath who fainted because of the impression - You two… - Said Nui faltering - You ruined everything! I will destroy you and… - She stopped in mid-sentence, a sudden thought came to her mind: she recalled the excessive reaction the mistress had when she scratched the sole of her foot. She smiled; a plan was forming in her head. If she could not gain her mistress attention, she would make regret her not doing that. She could not hurt the mistress in any way; that was unconceivable; however, there were other methods to make someone notice oneself…
     The girl pulled the sword from the bed, swung it around and stored it back somewhere in a place of her dress that no laws of physics could explain. She strode happily over her tip toes to where the mistress was and searched among Ragyo’s creases in her dress for a small object. It was her personal communicator. The seamstress cleared her throat, pressed a button and in no time the voice of Rei Hoomaru, Ragyo’s personal assistant spoke though the device - Mrs. Kiryuin, is there any way I can help you? - Asked the girl in a calm and trained tone - There is - Said Nui imitating expertly Ragyo’s voice - I want you to cancel all of my appointments today - There was a brief silence in the other way of the line, Rei seemed to be hesitant about this order. Although soon the voice came back in a matter of seconds - As you wish. Is there anything else you need my assistance for? - Asked the girl. The boss-imposter smiled and replied - Oh, and I need to discuss a matter of great importance with Nui in my office. I don’t want to be disturbed, so nobody will put a foot... - Nui chuckled internally when she said that word, which foreshadowed her nasty plan - In the building until tomorrow morning. Did I make myself understood? - The receiver’s voice sounded troubled - The office? - “But you just came back from it” wanted to add the assistant, yet she was a professional and knew better than anyone not to contradict her employer - Absolutely. I will make all the necessary preparations ASAP - - I expect nothing else from you - Said Nui before turning the device off.
     - And now for the next part! - Said the blonde happily. She took a box full of sewing material that she used with lighting speed. In the blink of an eye she had devised two disguises that helped her and Ragyo change personalities perfectly. No one would be able to tell the difference. Jogging happily, the imitator of Ragyo Kiryuin approached the crumbled bed and reached for a chest - I was planning on using a few remaining toys with you two girls - Said girl disguised as a woman - But I rather have some fan with your mama - Added Nui caressing Satsuki’s cheek, who could not help but to shudder at the touch and expression of that imitation of her mother. Ignoring the long-haired girl’s preoccupations, Nui threw a series of threads to the collapsed Ragyo dressed as her and, like a kind of wicked marionette, she pulled the strings and made her walk naturally at her side, to the point that no person would ever notice the trick. - Oh, Mrs, Ragyo let me open the door for you! - Said Nui, showing a supreme expertise in the art of ventriloquism, the fake blonde gestured to the chamber’s exit - Why thank you, how thoughtful of you! - Replied the real couturier imitating the woman’s voice. Satsuki who was the only of capable of seeing that thought about how repulsive that charade was. The Lolita, who appeared to be able to read her thoughts, looked back at her - The mistress and I have lots of things to talk about, maybe we’ll have a few laughs. You two wait here patiently. I will come back later, and I will make sure you to kill so slowly that you will beg me to release you from the pain - She said, her face darkening from her terrible thoughts - But I simply won’t do that I’ll make you realise how much you deserve it - She added smiling before making the debris filled chamber fall in complete silence.     

     - She’s not coming back anytime soon - Said Satsuki faintly to her partner in bondage. Ryuko breathed relieved and spat the gag in her mouth, which she opened wide to get as much air as possible - I thought she’ll never leave. Where did that bitch go? - Asked the girl with the red flock of hair to her interlocutor - Figures, who can get into that deranged mind of hers. Whatever she’s thinking about my mother won’t surely like it... - Declared the long-haired girl. The other shrugged her shoulders, she could not care less about what those two did, if it was for her, they could do the world a favour and kill each other. She had more urgent matters at hands. Hands that she used to test her bounds. Fortunately for the duo of black-haired girls, the sudden outburst of craziness for that maniac Lolita severed some of the threads that held them in place, although not all of them, as she realized in no time that she only had a bit of freedom for her arms - Crap, I can’t get out of here, what about you, Satsuki? - Asked the girl annoyed at her situation, so close, yet so far to escape from her ordeal - No luck on my end - Replied the aforementioned - And don’t be so familiar with me, Matoi! - Added the girl with pride - What was that? You are playing the leader-type now? After I heard you pleading like a little girl “Please I’ll do anything just stop!” - Was Ryuko comeback forcing a fake acute voice that would help her mock the other girl - Silence! That was a desperate measure and... - The girl, who was blushing at the idea of having showed that weak side of her, fell silent, something caught her attention - Huh, you shut up all of sudden. What’s up? - Asked Ryuko intrigued - You friend’s dog - Replied the long haired girl looking at the animal puzzled - It seems to have woken up - Ryuko tried to look back - What? Satsuki, throw me that dog, I must speak with him! - Ordered the girl - I can’t believe you just uttered those words, how can someone hope to communicate with an animal? - Replied the long-haired back looking down at the girl - And don’t be so familiar with me! - - Whatever! Just give me the dog! - Shouted the girl exasperated. Grumbling, Satsuki was not the kind of person to accept orders, she stretched her arms and caught the dog with her hands, which was sniffing at Ryuko’s sole with gluttony in his eyes. The animal flew in the air until Ryuko managed to get a grip on him, who almost let it hit one wall. - Guts, look at me! - She said putting the dog so close to her face that the animal felt intimidated - You have to go search for Mako, tell her where we are and make sure she finds us. I’m counting on you! - Ordered the girl with fiery eyes. The dog yawned in return and nodded sideways, he would not concede - Fine, I’ll let you see my tits when we are out of this! - Said the short-haired girl with tedium. One of Gut’s ear shoot up, only a little though - And Mako’s... - Offered Ryuko after this, it was not enough, the dog closed his eyes and began to snore - Fine! You can lick my feet, Mako’s and Satsuki will show you her boobs as well! - The girl’s back arched when she heard her name - I won’t do such! - - Weren’t you the one who didn’t mind stripping down when you wore Senketsu? - Argued Ryuko - It was for a noble cause, my thoughts were pure, but this...I won’t humour a filthy dog! - Stated Satsuki with decision - This dog is our ticket to freedom, don’t be so idiotic now! - Guts barked with approval - I’ll get you for this... - Whispered the girl with anger - Sure, I’ll worry about that later. Okay Guts, look well, Satsuki will show you hers once you find Mako. Got it? - The dog nodded effusively. His eyes open wide and his eye ball seemed to pop out of their sockets when they spied on the girl’s breasts. Faster than a bullet the pug ran, destination, the Mankanshoku family home.
    The chamber was silent again - What shall we do now? - Asked Satsuki troubled - I don’t know about you, but even if it’s broken, this bed is pretty comfy, I think I’ll take a nap - Said the girl yawning impudently. The heir of the Kiryuin state was speechless - I can’t believe how laid-back you are. We are still in the enemy’s grasp, waiting for your friend, not the smartest one in the academy to simply show up and rescue us and you simply want to sleep? - - Sure, why not? I trust Mako, she’s not the brightest one, but she’s my friend and she won’t let a stone unturned until she finds me. After all, that’s what I’d do if I were in her place. Plus, we don’t know when that crazy one-eyed bitch will return, and when she does we won’t like whatever she do to us, so I’d better be well and rested. So, if you excuse me... - Ryuko closed her eyes and put her head on one massive and torn pink cushion. In a matter of seconds, her breathing became rhythmic and she fell asleep. Satsuki, who did not share her lack of preoccupation let out a sigh - Honestly... - She felt her eyelids become heavy - But that’s not a bad idea, I shall rest for a while, I’ll later try to come up with a plan to get me out of this predicament - Thought the girl before joining her bed partner.          

    Writer’s note: for a more immersive experience I recommend the reader to listen to “Kiる厭KiLL” from the “Kill la Kill OST” while reading the following part.     

    Ragyo Kiryuin had never felt so refreshed in her life - Hmm, I wonder how much did I sleep... - She though. The most powerful woman in the world felt recovered - Nui can have some uses after all - She thought as she recalled the way she touched her body, pleasuring her in ways she did not expect. Her eyes began to open slowly from her state of slumber. A voice startled her - Oh, the sleepyhead finally wakes up! I thought the mistress would keep ignoring me even when we are alone! - That ironic tone could belong to no other than to the one she had granted the title of Gran Couturier. Ragyo suddenly woke up and was lost in awe when she realised the unexpected turns of events on which she had been thrown into - Nui? Why are we in my office? - Asked the woman not in the slightest taken aback, her tone was one of anger and annoyance. She recognised her surroundings: she and Nui were alone in the centre of her personal office. The girl lay on her stomach over her desk, dangling her legs and smiling sweetly, like a naughty child who has devised a prank that someone was about to fall to - What had gotten to you? I demand an explanation! - Ordered the woman as soon as she realized the quagmire she was in. She wore nothing but her panties and a white bra that she did not remember putting on. Ragyo, just like Nui, was placed over her own desk, with the difference that she was sitting in a kneeling position, not because she wanted to. Her ankles were locked inside of a strange device that that padlocks around them. Making sure she could not move her feet, which dangled at the end of the table. Her wrists were chained to the stocks-like apparatus, although the links were not long enough for her to move her hands freely and she could do nothing else but to glare at the girl with hate - But Mrs. Ragyo, everything will be explained in time - Said Nui, her smiling growing bigger as she spoke.
    The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Ragyo’s eyes burned with hatred, her collected visage had turned into a fearsome face, that did not affect Nui, who began to laugh - Oh my, what a tense environment! Why don’t we relax a bit? - She said getting on her feet and comfortable letting herself fall into a cushion she had placed behind Ragyo - We could have a few laughs while we are at it... - Added the girl, her expression changed to one of dominance. Withal, Ragyo did not look back, she stood solemnly and announced her last threat - I admit that I’m eager to compliment my subordinates when they show initiative, but you know more than anyone what awaits you after this insubordination - Nui giggled happily, she could read the fear hidden within that shallow menace - I’ll worry later about that - .
    Nui hesitated momentarily, her hands approached the feet that were still, the toes facing the ground for her to feast her eye in all of the soles’ splendour, just as she was about to touch the fair skin with her polished nails, her fingers trembled. The shadow of doubt clouded her judgement. Would she dare to take that step? To oppose the mistress openly and to make her suffer? She then remembered how she was always left behind, always ignored and disregarded while Satsuki and the new girl got all the attention without doing anything. It had to be done, Ragyo had this coming, it was her fault not Nui’s. After making her mind she thought better and slid one finger in the woman’s back. The skin was tainted with seven scars that looked like a constellation from a northern star. Like an astronaut, exploring the depth of space, the finger travelled around the scars that where the most beautiful celestial bodies. The woman remained calmed, yet Nui saw at the way she grabbed the stocks with her hands that she was doing her best to maintain her composure. How long would that last? She thought as she reached the woman’s luscious bottoms which curves she trailed with her nails.
    It was time to get the soles of the mistress’ feet. She would not be fast, she would enjoy every second of it. The seamstress placed her index and middle finger in the gig toe at the left foot. Following this, she began to speak with an infantile voice - Mrs. Ragyo you are very serious right now, shall I tell you a story? Once upon a time there was une petite fille called...I don’t know, Marie? That’s right, Marie was her name. Who was at the bottom of a mountain ‘Oh, what a huge mountain, I wish I could get to the top!’ she said. But she didn’t have anything on her and the road was dangerous, so she first looked in her house which was nearby - The fingers, emulating a pair of legs began to ‘walk’ from the left big toe to the smallest one in the right foot. Ragyo did not say anything at this contact, but Nui saw the toes slightly twitching in response - Marie had anything she needed ‘I don’t fear the mountain!’ She said and began to climb it little by little - The fingernails scratched the base of the toes and reached the ball of the right foot - Fortunately for her there was a passage carved by goats, it would made her take a detour but at least she could walk around - Saying this, Nui graced both feet horizontally, switching from one sole to the other, the girl was pleased to see her mistress with a grin threatening to appear in her lips - ‘Oh’ Said Marie ‘I think I’ll rest here, my feet are killing me’ Her feet were really tired, but you know what, Mrs. Ragyo they were really ticklish, just like yours? - Added the girl snickering mischievously - Suddenly… The girl, what was her fucking name? Nah, enough of this she ran to the top of the mountain very fast! - The fingers moved hastily to the heels making sure to touch the prominent arches in a zigzag motion. Ragyo gasped at this, thanks to that stupid telltale her mind was imagining an actually minute person running over her soles.
    There was a pause in the story - And once the girl got to the mountain she said ‘The look is great but I want to go back, oh, there’s a slide here! I bet it’s fun!’ - Ragyo’s skin turned white, she had an idea of what was going to happen to her feet. Without hesitation Nui quickly slid her fingers all the way down to the toes while shouting happily - Weee!!! - The woman gasped at this sudden touch which only encouraged Nui to continue with this macabre game - And the girl whatever her name was went back to the top, but she found another path! - Nui tickled Ragyo’s out steps from her left foot - And she found more slides! Weee!!! - She said and repeated the sliding motion on the opposite direction - The girl was having the time of her life and she was laughing a lot, just like you will do sooner or later, Mrs. Ragyo, Satsuki also wanted to pretend to be strong, so if she really takes on you then you will be as fun to tickle as she was. And guess what? The girl had a boyfriend! - After this dreadful announcement Nui tickled the insteps of the woman’s feet which twitched and curled involuntarily, forming wrinkles in her smooth skin. Out of nowhere, Ragyo’s roaring voice was heard - Don’t you dare doing that to me! - She said looking backwards. Her expression changed when she looked at Nui’s triumphant smile. She had just given her what she wanted and the real torture was about to begin.        

    Far from there, another awakening took place; this was a more pleasant one, save for the strands still holding her down. Ryuko felt that her energies had returned to her, she did not know how long she had slept; there was no way to measure time in the ruinous chamber. This left the active girl with little to do, she tried to get free again with no avail, thus she looked around and after only finding Satsuki’s feet, one guarded bellow the other, on her right the most interest thing in the room she had a peculiar idea - Satsuki, you awake? - She said. The reply did not take time to occur - I am. What is it you want? - Asked the long-haired girl - Well, I was thinking, while we wait for help to appear, there’s not much we can do… - Said Ryuko not sure how to state with words what she was thinking - I agree with you - Calmly replied the other girl - You know, you still me owe me a fight. You beat me good last time, gosh it feels like forever - She continued - It sure did - Remarked Satsuki smiling lightly, how foolish she was when she thought at the time that she would be able to defeat her mother and her minions - And we didn’t have our second match, we agreed on tickling that Lolita until she told us who tickled her the most and… - - I can quite remember all that, get to the point Matoi - Interrupted the lady who was feeling annoyed at Ryuko’s vacillation - We didn’t finished our score back then, and since we don’t have anything to do...why don’t be compete right now? - She said blushing lightly, due to the idea she was about to offer - A silly thing to do but that will make us clear our minds. What do you suggest? - Said Satsuki raising her neck attempting to see Ryuko’s face, which she covered under a sea of cushions - We could... tickle each other’s feet until someone gives up... - - Preposterous - Claimed Satsuki - Haven’t you had enough tickling already? - - Yeah I did but this time we can stop it once someone surrenders - There was a silence in the room - C’mon, is the great Satsuki afraid? - Said Ryuko playing her last card - Me? Afraid? Never! - The reaction was immediate - I will play this stupid game of yours, but what will happen when I win? - Asked the long-haired girl with decision - What makes you think you will beat me this time? - Asked Ryuko looking upset, she later began to ponder about a possibility - Hmm, what if the loser has to massage and lick the winner’s feet for an hour? - Satsuki chuckled at the idea of subduing Ryuko in that manner - Not enough, the loser, that is you, will be put in stocks at the centre of the academy to be tickled in turns of 5 minutes for a whole day. That way the students will see what happens when they defy my rules - The girl with the red flock snarled - Thinking a bit too high about ourselves? Okay, but don’t try to run away when you lose! - Without any further warning she got to work. Her fingers scribbled viciously at Satsuki’s tantalizing soles, who laughed before this surprise attack - Ahaha, such impudenceehehehe! I’m mahahake you regret it! - Said Satsuki and did the same to Ryuko’s feet, although her touches were more subtle, teasing and maddening. The room echoed with the laughter of the two girls. This time it was a friendly competition and the duo laughed happily, doing their best to resist and thinking about the satisfaction they would obtain by humiliating the other.