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.

    Far away as well the hyperactive girl to whom everyone referred as Mako Mankanshoku was extremely preoccupied into balancing a pen over her lips, like a fine stash - Doing homework alone isn’t fun - She mumbled to nobody - Actually it’s never fun! - She added and nodded agreeing with herself. She wondered where her great friend Ryuko could be. She disappeared for some days and only returned back to take Guts somewhere. Actually she could remember so clearly that she heard her dog barking in that precise moment. She heard it because the dog bit her bottom; he did not like to be ignored - Ouch, my ass! That hurt! - Said Mako jumping from her seat. She realised what had just happened - Guts? It’s that you? I thought you had gotten lost. Where were you? Are you hungry? Are you cold? Are you hurt? Where did you go? Why didn’t you bring any souvenirs? And most importantly, where is Ryuko? -.
    Those were so many questions that the dog slapped the frantic girl with his pawn. The girl understood the message and let him speak, or rather bark - Woof, woof! - He went, Mako listened carefully and nodded. Her eyes gleamed with the spark of understanding and she shouted - What do you say boy? Ryuko is in danger? What is it? Tell me everything! - The dog barked once again - I see - Said the brunette clasping her hands - ...So Ryuko is in truth a supersonic hedgehog genetically modified by and evil extraterrestrial being who wants her to join his army so they can find seven magic stones that will help them rule the world and Lady Satsuki wants to avoid that? That’s pretty bad! - The dog looked at her with inquisitive eyes and growled - Oh, so it wasn’t that...What? Ryuko and Lady Satsuki have been kidnapped by a Lolita with ginormous twin tails and she’s evilly torturing them so they become crazy? That’s so cruel and mean! - - Woof, woof, woof!!!! - ‘Said’ Guts jumping around and waving his little tail. But Mako was not done - That’s not it either?! Oh, I get it, a nuclear missile is approaching this precise house and the only way to stop it is for Ryuko and Lady Satsuki to fuse their uniforms into a legendary being called Omegaman or something like that to defeat an evil virus on the internet! - Guts looked at her with disapproval - It was the second one? - Mako finally came to her senses - THAT’S TOO BAD! They need our help! Quick, take me to where they are, Guts! - The dog sat on his back paws and did a military salute, showing his eagerness to help.
    Mako turned into a wind whirl of human activity she packed all the things she thought would be useful for her and ran out of the house - Mum, dad I’m going to save Ryuko, don’t wait me for dinner! - She shouted, from the kitchen a gentle voice replied her - Okay honey, make sure to have fun - Said her mother with a radiant smile - And don’t break anything while you are at it, I wouldn’t like any nasty bill to pay - Added her father from behind a newspaper. - Wait for me Ryuko I’m gonna save you! - Claimed the girl and dashed to the streets.
    At least that was her intention, she hit her head with a brick wall she did not remember was built just in front of her house - Ouch, ouch, that hurt - She complained. The wall moved around and turned to be a face that the girl was familiar with - Mankanshoku! - Said Ira Gamagoori, his eyes moving frantically as if he was troubled for some reason - What a coincidence to see you around here. I was driving my automobile, as I usually do. Not that I was waiting in the front of your door to see if you came up... - That last part of his explanation was said in a noticeable lower tone - ..and I was thinking that maybe... - - Mister Gamagoori? - Said Mako realising the identity of the tower of muscle who was in charge of the discipline committee in the school - Big trouble! My friend is in danger! - The massive man blinked in confusion - Matoi, the transfer student? - - Yes! And Lady Satsuki as well! - Added the girl. The man’s face twisted completely - WHAT?! The lady is in distress? UNNACEPTABLE! - He jumped in his car, which bounced from his weight. He glared at Mako - Get in my vehicle, we need to gather the Four Three Star if we wish to end this crisis at once! - He bawled with conviction. The fellow student did not hesitate and took the passengers’ seat next to him, who stepped on the pedal making the engine work at its maximum peak, thundering across the streets like a yet - I DIDN’T HAVE TIME TO PUT THE SAFEBEEEEEEEELT!!!!! - Cried desperately Mako grabbing the seat with all of her might, least she wanted to be blown away.      

    An unlikely sound reverberated in the centre of power at Revoc’s, it was laughter, the hoarse and alluring kind of mirth that only a mature woman could produce - Whahat do you thihihink you are doihihihing? - Exclaimed the intimidating woman failing to appear formidable, yet the helpless laughter that escaped her lips ruined her image of control. After a long excruciating hour Nui had managed to do the unthinkable: to turn the mighty Ragyo Kiryuin into a fit of endless giggles and nervous laughter; yet Nui was devoted and took great notice in not to make the woman fall into hysteria, it was far too soon for that. The woman’s eyes darted from her feet continuously teased and violated; the tickling was methodical and anticipated all of her movements. Her diaphragm worked endlessly, going up and down, almost like the spidering fingers in her soles, from the forced ticklish sensations upon them. The smoothness on her soles only increased her torment at the bottoms of her feet, which curled in anticipation every time they were spared a moment of respite. Those were highly uncommon and only took place when her laughter escalated and threatened to break the grounds of human possibility, in those situations Nui would resort to a feather duster, armed with an army of feathers that would dust away any sanity that was left on the usually collected and authoritative woman. Her woman would recede, which did not mean her feet were less reactive, and hence the less ticklish to those nefarious quills. No inch of skin was spared from the attention, be it with fingernails be it with feathers, the whole soles and the remaining part of Ragyo’s feet’s anatomy was thoroughly tickled. Making her squeal harder by every passing minute.
    It all started after the couturier got bored of her silly game with the mistress’ soles she began to skittle her skilful hands slowly at every zone she could think of - Why do you try to resist? - Asked the girl - I know you are really ticklish. C’mon Mrs. Ragyo, laugh for me, laugh at the top of your laugh - The aforementioned bit her lips, she had already showed a hint of weakness when she ordered Nui not to tickle her with both hands, and the blond girl was taking advantage of that, she slid, stroked, scratched her soles in any way she could think of - Yes you are soo ticklish - Chanted the girl playing the soles like the most perfect piano ever created. Ragyo was becoming frantic with laughter that fought to flee from her seductive lips; withal her strong will was greater than the urge to submit to the girl. Although the Lolita was patient, she had waited her entire life for a chance like this to happen, she would make sure to enjoy it - Yes, soo ticklish, little Ragyo has very cute and ticklish toes that squirm when I touch them, why? Because they are very ticklish! - Teased the girl smiling nefariously. Without any hurry she grazed the arches and got the strongest reactions, she became excited just to imagine the feelings of helplessness and hatred that should be crossing the mistress’ mind and her fingers searched for a new zone to tease.     

    Ragyo was breathless and fed up with herself, for allowing this silly torment to get to her to this degree. But there was nothing she could do, she knew the girl far too well, she had created her after all. She had not taught her the difference between good and evil, which in turn raised a being that had no sense of pity or justice; she did as she pleased; the perfect merciless puppet for her plans. Now that puppet had turned against her and was subduing her will by a silly and childish torture. A method that was probing to be effective on her, the most powerful woman in the world, who had outshined her enemies in any field she proposed, economical, military, love-affairs; nothing was a challenge to her. And there she was fighting to suppress the urge to laugh, her feet being defiled in manners she could not possible. How could those simple touches be so upsetting? It was disgraceful to find herself in that degrading state. The girl’s voice returned her to reality - Hmm, I wonder how the toes will like it when I tickle them... - Nui caressed the stems of said digits and tickled in between them. Ragyo’s eyes opened wide at the sensations that overflowed her - Not that! I command you to stop at once! - She looked back and once more she was troubled to see the same malignant visage on the sweet Lolita - Okay, it’s one hour non-stop of tickling for you then - She declared showing a shark-like smile. She reached for a clock that she set in sixty minutes and placed it somewhere Ragyo could watch it clearly, that would make her sentence the most tortuous.     

    The hour turned into maddening serenade of tickling and laughter for Ragyo to suffer and Nui to enjoy, the first was breathing hard and the later in a state of ecstasy. Withal she was true to her word and once the timer went to zero she refrained from tickling those tempting soles anymore. The soles twitched still being assaulted by the phantom ticklish sensations. But the most pleasant sight was the image of a breathless Ragyo gasping for air. All the while she had not uttered a word to obtain her mercy. However, Nui did not mind that, she would obtain all the desperate shrieks she wanted the instant she went for the next level. Humming a song for herself she searched for the instruments that would help her task.
    To say that Ragyo was infuriated was an understatement; she could feel the prickling in her soles almost like an invisible assailant that was taking advance of her helplessness. But she was the one and only Ragyo Kiryuin and would not tolerate this kind of treatment - Nui Harime… - She said among intermittent breaths - Do you have any idea of who I am, on how much you owe me?! - She screamed letting herself be controlled by rage, a fruitless outburst of wrath, Nui was not in the least faltered - I don’t owe you anything. I have already served and deserved - She said arranging a series of artefacts from a box hidden under the desk - You are the one who owes something to me! - She added; Ragyo was speechless - How dare you? - What’s the matter, the mistress doesn’t like to be bellow anyone? - .Just as she said this, Ragyo felt a slithering wet sense on her feet. She glanced down to spy with the corner of her eye her grand couturier was holding a stiff-looking paintbrush which she used to diligently coat her soles with a substance that made her pristine soles glitter more than usual. She understood immediately what was being done to her. She giggled weakly, the many bristles in the brush tickled her skin every time she got it stroked and in turn the more coated in the substance that she recognized as massage oil. She shivered at the realization that Nui wanted to take her torture further by making her soles the more sensitive to the touch. The tickling caused by the caress of the brush was not bad in itself, but it only prefaced something worse to come. She giggled each time the tool painted her heels, arches and balls in a bright dazzling colour. Her toes received the special attention of an extra layer - Good - Said Nui announced the inevitably - Let’s get to the real game. You know I was planning on using this on Satsuki and that Ryuko girl, but I think this suits you more - Ragyo was puzzled and wondered what kind of suffering that mind she had forged had in store for her.
    Flexing her toes and closing her eyes with anticipation she got prepared for the ordeal to begin. The woman clad in the scanty attire wheezed in surprise. She felt a series of tendrils wrapping around her toes, separating them and denying her of any kind of movement on her feet - What is... - Asked the confused woman - ...this? - Finished Nui the sentence for her - These stocks are in truth a garment I made out of synthesised life-fibbers. I sew them long time ago, to use them against Satsuki if she really pissed me off, so I had into account any kind of anti-life-fibber measure she had. How lucky I am of having done these now I can use them with you! - Replied the girl smiling, and without anything else to add she prepared to set in motion the next part of her plan of subduing Ragyo. She held an object in her nimble hand and pressed a button.     

    Ragyo was perplexed at what she felt next. She thought she would have to fight the dreaded urge to laugh once again. That was not the case - Ugh, what is this? - She complained - Heat? In my feet? - She glared at Nui - I demand and explanation! - She wanted to flex her soles, to move them away from the unsettling sensation. The rising temperature was making her twist her body almost in pain. Nui saw her futile attempts with an indifferent look in her eye while she used a hair drier on its maximum power to thoroughly roast her mistress’ feet - There’re no explanations for you. Nobody explains anything to me. How come you never notice me? It’s always Satsuki this, Satsuki that. And what about silly Nui? Huh? The imbecile who always does what she’s asked to without asking for anything in return? Don’t I deserve a bit of attention as well? - As she opened her heart, tears flowed freely from her eye, it hurt her so much to be in that position, she was hurting the thing she loved the most and was gambling everything she got to get her acknowledgement no matter the cost.
    Many of Nui’s victims and enemies over the years would agree that she was a heartless whore, withal, the blond girl had something inside of her that broke when she heard the reply she got - You have no idea what you are doing - Said Ragyo gritting her teeth trying to ignore the unpleasant feeling on her soles, the waves of hot air made the oil boil and scorched her skin - There’s...ugh still time for you to avoid making a terrible mistake. Let me go and your punishment will be less severe... - She added - No, no, no, NO AND NO!!!! - Cried Nui thrusting her head sideways - It’s always the same with you, that disdain, that conceited attitude towards me... Me! That I’m alone, I don’t have anything else beside you. And you only keep denying and using me! - Her hands trembled, which made the hair drier send the pain-inducing waves ditheringly on the woman’s taut arches - Of course, that is the will of the life-fibbers, anything else are nothing but marionettes for me to use - Retorted the white-haired woman solemnly - - I understand it has to be this way with humans - Sobbed the girl who looked more petite than usual - But do I deserve this as well? - She asked pleadingly - You are the one that I should use the most, that’s why I made you after all. Please, you are not even able to properly wear a Kamui. Luckily for you, there are some uses I can give you… - .
    There were many things that Nui could expect from her mistress, but this cold dagger sent to her chest was none of them. She wiped out the tears in her eye gave a big and fake smile that hid her miserable feelings and sat silently watching at the pair of perfect soles that were beginning to get a faint tone of red from the sweltering effects of the drier. She took a thread, tied one end of it on the utensil and the other on her pinkie and began to manipulate it while she filed her nails absentmindedly; ignoring Ragyo’s puffs and snorts of pain from the sensation at her poor soles. Withal, the woman was not pleading for mercy, not yet.     

    After some agonizing hours which were spent in silence in the case of Nui, and in complete agony in the case of Ragyo. There was a change in there was the woman pleaded for release from her torment. Her soles, having been roasted with devilish precision hurt in every sense, no single nerve was unaffected and they sent continuous waves of information to her saturated brain. She trashed, tried to lose balance and fall to the ground. Needless to say she was locked in place at the one-eyed girl who used the heating gadget to make her soles the more sensitive ignoring her employers and protector’s threats, insults and to some degree attempts of negotiation - Stop this...ugh, this is so bothersome! You must stop now or else I’ll go crazy! - Shouted the woman - It should be about time… - Whispered the girl overlooking Ragyo’s complains.
    Nui sat at the desk looking at Ragyo expectantly, who secretly thanked not having to bear with the heat on her soles anymore. The girl’s vibrant eye looked at her with expectation. Suddenly, a new sensation took shelter in her already tortured epidermis - Ngh…what is this? Arf… - She was having trouble keeping her thoughts collected - It is so bothersome… Ah… Ah… My feet, I can’t take this… What have you done?! - Roared the woman. Nui smiled dangling her slender legs at the end of the desk - Do you like it? I put some itching powder on the massage oil. Can you feel their effects already? - She asked tilting her head - Yes I do, agh, stop this charade right now! - Wailed the white-haired woman who tested her bounds, her feet itched like nothing she had ever felt before; she tried to reach them but her hands were restrained too far away to touch her poor immobile soles. She stretched her hands, a frustrating mere centimetre felt like an insuperable abyss for her. Nui watched her suffering without dissimulating her delight - Why of course I will! - She said, then she stroked her chin in a fake and trained manner - Do you know that itches can only be cured by scratching, right? - Ragyo, among grunts of agony, was speechless - I can’t believe you are doing this to me... - - But taking into account how sensitive your sweet little feet are...I might tickle you... - She sneered deviously - I don’t care, DO IT! - Commanded Revoc’s president - No, no, no. How are you supposed to ask for things? - Asked the blonde laughing maniacally.   
    If looks could kill, Nui would have disappeared from existence in the very instant Ragyo glared at her with the burning hatred of a thousand suns. She was panting heavily, bearing the itching in her soles that made her wince in pain - Nui, please...tickle my feet; I can’t take anymore of this! - Nui tilted her head to an impossible degree, her eye was closed and her smile covered her whole face, giving her a dreadful appearance - Ooh, bad choice of words... - She wasted no time and ran to her seat behind Ragyo. This time there was no subtlety, only the desire of ravaging those pair of soles which she tickled relentlessly. Ragyo gasped and almost choked when she tried to hold an inhuman shriek. She could never believe that her feet could be this sensitive, after all the heat had made her feet turn raw allowing for more nerves to reach new degrees of sensitivity. She cried, howled, jumped, arched her back and clasped her hands, but overall, there was one thing that she did the most. She laughed like a hyena - NOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! - She was not a human anymore, only a beast that had to laugh to please her new master, a former servant of her. That seemed like something from the past, the tickling twisted Ragyo’s sense of time. There was only the necessity of laughing.
    A new laugh, sweeter, yet more mischievous joined Ragyo’s agony. It was Nui, who could not help but to mock at the deplorable state her protector was showing - Oh, the almighty boss of Revoc’s turned into this. Look at her laughing - Ragyo jumped from her kneeling position as her soles were violated by the sharp nails - I’LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! - Nui puffed her cheeks - I’ve had enough of this nonsense! For once in your life you are going to be quiet and listen to me! - She stopped with the tickling, which did not give any moment of relief to Ragyo, who whimpered at the comeback of the itching sensation back on her more than tortured soles, which she did not know which one was worse. To add more suffering to her situation, Nui undid her bra and forced her to bit the laces as she groaned from her itchy feet - If I were you, I would try not to laugh - She whispered in the victimised woman - If you let this piece of clothing fall I’ll have to see how ticklish your breast are. I would even feel like going back to being a girl and suck on them for a while. But how would you balance that tickling with the itching at your feet? Let’s better not find out, or do we? - She laughed evilly at Ragyo’s face. Once and for all, fear and defeat were shown in her eyes. And Nui felt elated by seeing her squirm and produce muffled laughter when she tickled her tasty soles anew.     

    A massive car, as massive as its owner speeded at illegal velocities on the road, twisting and turning in the last second at every curve it faced; its passenger showed different reactions to this - I can’t believe that you dragged me to this non-sense - Complained Nonon Yakuzure, the only female member of the elite known as the Four Three stars - Don’t this at this as something pointless. I’m gathering fascinating data at this moment - Replied Hoka Inumuta typing at blinding speed at his laptop - Who could have thought that reality could distort like this after certain speed had been reached, we are experimenting relativity phenomenon as we speak! - He said amused by the situation - Sure you nerd, the only one who is “experiencing” something right now is this idiot - Complained the pink-haired girl exasperated. The idiot she spoke about was Uzu Sanageyama who was at the brink of losing all the contents of his stomach - What is his problem? - Asked Inumuta with interest - Don’t you know? Since he lost his eyesight he is more sensitive with the rest of his senses. So now he gets dizzy easily in cars - Explained the girl - I don’t feel very well... - Said the green-haired man in a whimpering voice - Fascinating, I’ll make sure to collect this data as well - Replied the head of the informatics department - Sanageyama! - Exclaimed the gigantic driver Ira Gamagoori - We might be together in this quest, but if you ever dare to stain my automobile with your gastric juices you will face mi wrath - Mako, who was seating next to him, with five safe belts tied around her body, just to make sure that she would remain inside of the car, ignored this threat and got alerted when she saw her dog waving his tail while sniffing the air - Guts has found the trail! It’s just that way! - She pointed to a direction that the car following ramming to anything it found on its path.     

     - Ahahaha, stop tickling my fehehehet you stuhuhupid transfer student! - Ordered Satsuki who laughed uncontrollably at the merciless hands attacking her - Nehehever, juhuhust give up you stuhuhuborn bitch! - Replied Ryuko in return, having her own rough time from the teasing tickles her tired soles suffering. For more time that they could count, the two girls were tickling each other relentlessly, the desire to win made them resist and go on, even if their feet were literally on fire from the ravaging sensations that assailed every crevice of skin. The short-haired girl was having the space in-between her toes defiled, which made her laugh frantically. The long-haired one, in return was finding hard not to faint from having her arched pinched by her rival. The chamber echoed with their two laughing voices.
    All of sudden a plead was heard.
     - I GIVE UP, AHAHAHAHA!!!! -     

    Silence followed this, save for the gasping attempts from the girl to catch their breaths, none spoke, and their minds were busy processing what had just happened: they had given up at the same time.
     - Now what? - Said Ryuko blushing from the effort of having laughed so hard - As much as I hate to admit it... Nobody won - Replied Satsuki clicking her tongue, she hated being at the same level of the other girl - Wait a moment, do you mean you want to run away from the penalty? - Said Ryuko with decision - What do you mean? It’s a tie, nobody won! - Commented back the big-eye browed girl - That’s not how I see it. The two of us won and lost at the same time. You are not saving yourself the humiliation of licking my feet and being tickled in front of all your beloved subordinates! - Declared the girl with the red flock of hair - That’s ridiculous! That would mean you would have to suffer the same consequences - Said Satsuki feeling uncertain at Ryuko’s decisiveness - I don’t care as long as I can see you humiliated - Without any more words she nibbled at Satsuki’s toes, the girl gasped at this pleasant sensation - I can’t believe this… - She murmured and looked at the unappealing soles she had tickled endlessly, she swallowed hard and remembered she was the kind to keep her promises. She approached her face to the quivering soles and kissed them with care.     

        Drops of cold sweat dropped from Ragyo’s forehead who greeted her teeth as much as she could, she whimpered and hissed doing her best to maintain the two laces insider her salivated mouth in an ineffective attempt to maintain her modesty. Her mind was clouded only filled with images of her own feet being mercilessly tickled. She wanted to laugh, she needed to, yet she knew that if she did the tickling would end. That thought scared her, because something worse would substitute it then. Would it be so bad? Having reached that point of insanity she did not know anymore. She simply craved for more tickling on her poor pampered soles, ticklish sensations that she hated. She was breathless, her stomach hurt and she felt her teeth about to crumble from the pressure. The worst part of it was the inability to scratch her own feet, she wailed her hands and even managed to grace the fingers her torture used against her, which only served to cheer her ominous approaches. On the contrary, new felt in heaven, she ravaged her mistress’ soles with the hunger of a beast that could only feed with distress and laughter. It did not matter how many ways she came up with to touch, tickle and torment those feet, she was never satisfied. She would torment with ticklish abandon each single toe, the heels, the arches; nothing was safe from her fingers avid of causing distress and chaos on those soles.
    Ragyo was at the verge of tears, her body was a clutch of spasms and convulsions. The necessity to laugh was an entity crawling inside of her throat, until she could hold it no more - NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO STOP THIS! PLEASE NUI I CAN’T TAKE THIS!!!!!!! PLEASE, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEEEEEEHEHE!!!!! - Cried the woman pitiably. Nui snickered at this - Just like my mother just like daughter - She said shrugging her shoulders - That’s the best thing of you two, so funny to break the Kiryuins’ will. You pretend to be strong women, you are not but feeble little girls - She said mockingly - Yes I am, anything you say, please stop this!! Ahahaha I can’t take this anymore! - Pleaded Ragyo, her luscious and forbidden bare breast bounced as she laughed at the top of her lungs. She then began to cry desperately: Nui stopped tickling her feet, the tingling was still there, but was gradually being exchange by a most dreaded sensation. The seamstress appeared in front of her wailing her fingers menacingly - Oh, you couldn’t take a bit of tickling...you know what happens next, right? - The woman’s red eyes shifted from the girl’s face to her hands that approached her breasts - Please, no... I couldn’t take those two sensations...go back to my feet... - She suddenly realised something - You are angry with me and I understand... ugh, agh! - It was difficult for Ragyo to speak, her sensitive soles began to itch again - I’m sorry, I’m rea... Really sorry for everything! - Nui stopped and listened to her attentively - Please...you could wash my feet...Ngh! Get rid of that pow...Ah, ah! Powder! And we could go back to everything was. We will pretend this never happened - Nui tilted her head pondering - How about…No - She said seriously and began to fondle her erect nipples, Ragyo turned ballistic immediately, stuck into different sensations - Ahahahaha!!!! Please stop, it’s me, Ragyo, your mistress! Aghahahaha! I love you, more than anything! Let me go and I’ll show you!!! - Nui tickled those alluring masses of womanly meat in silence - Do you want power? I’ll…ahahahaha…I’ll give you my fortune! The presidency of Revocs, anything you want!! - Ragyo was desperate, the two contrasting sensations were a challenge she could not best - Wait, wait, ehehehe...I’ll study day and night to find a way... a way for you to wear a Kamui! I’ll sew it myself!!! Pleahahahase...nononono!!!! - She screamed with force when Nui began licking the bottom of her left breast - Ohohohoho, I know!! Satsuki, you hate that bitch! So do I! I was just pretending to love her!! Nohohoho, hmph, aaaah!!! Please! I will disinherit her! Turn her into your personal toy, do whatever you want with her, but not to me. NOT TO ME!!!!! - .
    The seamstress mouth switched from one breast to the other but not forgetting to use her fingers as well, making Ragyo squeal harder with agony. She sighed, bored - You just don’t get it. It was a matter of respect that you didn’t have into account. Now it’s too late to make up for it. I already have what I want - And by saying this she activated an electric toothbrush with which she washed away any spec of lucidity the woman had left.     

    With a screeching sound, Gamagoori car stopped and almost made all of its occupants fell from it, even Mako who was properly tied to her seat - We finally made it! - Exclaimed the muscular man. Nonon, who did not share his enthusiasm commented - There’s something about this place...I don’t know don’t you guys think it’s familiar? - - What I find odd is the lack of any hostile presence... - Muttered Sanageyama who had recovered her usually cool self - We should approach carefully it could be a trap - Suggested Inumuta - No time for being careful, Ryuko is in danger, we’ll just go straight on! - She hopped from the vehicle and ran straight up to a massive building erected in front of the group - Mankanshoku determination is admirable! - Complimented Gamagoori - We should show example as well. But that does not mean we must go unprepared! - They all looked at each other and nodded with different degrees of complicity.     

    - THREE-STAR UNIFORM TRANSFORMATION! -     

    The four elite from the academy were surrounded by a blinding light and their bodies got covered in the real form their uniforms had to offer, granting them power above anything humanity could obtain on its own.     

    - SHACKLE REGALIA! -     

    Claimed Gamagoori.     

    - SIMPHONY REGALIA GRAVE! -     

    Said Nonon smiling.     

    - BLADE REGALIA! -     

    Stated Sanageyama swinging his sword with expertise.     

    - PROBE REGALIA! -     

    Announced Inumuta with self-confidence.     

    Mako saw the transformation with awe. She had already seen the four elite displaying their real power, but not this close - So cool! - She said - Let us not waste anymore time! - Roared Gamagoori - My sword reeks for some fighting! - Commented Sanageyama eager to start.
    Withal, when they were about to obliterate the building’s main door a familiar figure they did not expect to see greeted them - Oh my, what a pleasant surprise, visits at this time? I shall prepare a kettle of tea with haste - .      

    The two girls were enthralled in that god-like reunion, they felt a sexual desire burning inside of their selves. None of them was sure about the reason on why having their feet licked so passionately would feel so pleasurable. Even so, despite having agreed on only massaging and worshipping the other’s feet for one hour, both Ryuko and Satsuki could not help but to continue indulging themselves in this situation. They gasped and their skin trembled, they were astonished at how pleasurable this was. All of sudden the short-haired girl spoke - Hmm...this is so nice... - - I feel ashamed to agree... - Replied Satsuki blushing - Whatever happens, nobody has to know we have done this... - Added Ryuko indulging herself in the taste of the other girl’s toes - You jest, there’s no way in hell I would allow for this humiliating act to be known - Ironically she could not help but to kiss at Ryuko’s heel that, with their roughness, felt delightful to the touch.     

    The girls’ hearts almost stopped when the chamber’s door burst open - We’ve come to save you, Lady Satsuki! - Suddenly said the Four Three Stars completely geared-up, who went agape upon seeing them in the middle of that situation. A tense silence fell in the room and both Satsuki and Ryuko’s faces turned into an unnatural shade of red. The two looked at each other and then at the pair of feet coated in saliva on their hands. They began to babble incoherent explanations. Out of nowhere, Nonon also turned red and said scornfully - Lady Satsuki…I didn’t know you liked these kinds of things, if you just told me I could…- Matoi! How dare you corrupt our lady in this shameful way! - Interrupted and outraged Gamagoori.

         The lights went off ant in the centre of the room a light beam shone over Mako who crossed her arms above her head and delivered a sound speech - Ryuko is Ryuko and she’s my friend, no matter what does she like everyone has their own likings and we got to respect them no matter what happens there’s people who like big and round tits others prefer smaller but well-shaped ones there’s also those who like asses and nobody says anything against them then why should we think it’s weird to see a pair of girls showing their love to feet you know the saying “war is love” and if Ryuko has left her differences aside and wants to take the step to reveal her fetish she can do what she wants because I’m her friend and I’m going to support her whatever happens, after all desire is what moves the world! - .     

    Nobody spoke after this deranged demonstration of what lay inside of Mako’s mind, who had got the wrong idea from the situation. The Four Three Stars had already untied the girls ignoring that weird speech. Ryuko was about to say something when her eyes began to melt with tears of joy. In the distance she saw an image that made her thought she was dreaming, Senketsu, riding over Guts went to her. The two friends embraced and cried in unison - Ryuko, I missed you a lot! - Said the uniform - Me too, I thought you were gone for good; don’t ever scare me like that! - Said the girl unable to hold the tears. Somehow the mood was forgotten at the sight of this tender image.
    Satsuki cleared her throat nevertheless - My subordinates...I pray that you will forget everything that you have just seen and don’t jump into conclusions of any kind. Obviously I won’t tolerate this topic to be mentioned again - She looked at her companions fiercely - Meanwhile we should make haste and return to my mansion, we are in enemy’s territory after all - The Four Three Stars looked at each other, meanwhile Mako and Guts joined Ryuko into a crowed hug - But Lady...we are already in your house... - .
    From the door Goroi, the faithful butler showed his face and her carried a tray full of steaming cups of tea - Oh, a chamber I was not aware of, I will make sure to clean this mess as soon as you finish your tea my lady - He said offering a cup to Satsuki which she accepted and after taking a long sip she said - There’s no need, actually make sure to burn everything you see and seal this room - As she spoke Ryuko put Senketsu on and began to walk away with Mako, who was energetically telling her about the lessons she had missed in the academy. The long haired girl looked at the first one - Matoi, I take you have not forgotten our agreement, you should be prepared - She said smiling - I wouldn’t have it any other way. But make sure you are the one who will endure it best, for your own good - With these cryptic words she left the room, with the only goal in her mind of returning home.     

     - Tehehe... - Giggled Nui nervously - I think I might have overdone it a bit... I guess an apology won’t be enough, isn’t it? - She asked appealing to her mistress’ sense of justice - Oh, my dear little Nui, I’m glad that you opened your heart to me that way - Replied Ragyo back with a warm, understanding smile, the girl felt joy at those words of consideration - But a leader has to be strict with her subordinates. She also has to be able to accept their apologies if they admit having being wrong - Nui tried to look as cute as possible, which was not really hard for her actually - Oh, that’s très bien, right? - Ragyo looked at her in the eye - But I can’t simply ignore what you have done. There are things that can’t be done and must be punished - Nui giggled nervously- I knew it would come to this... Can I at least ask you for a favour? - She said looking pleadingly at the dominant woman who looked at her with interest - Speak your mind - - Please be gentle - Begged Nui in a low voice - Ragyo found this reaction funny and laughed, hers was an honest sound - You are so young - She said caressing her silky face - I must say that what you did was not a bad idea, but you need to be subtle. Let experience show you how to make somebody really lose their minds - Nui was confused - What do you mean by that? - Ragyo chuckled - Little Nui, you only focus in torturing the body. And I know exactly what yours can handle. No, I’m going to destroy your mind - She predicted ominously. Nui gulped hard at this, because it meant that the anger of the most terrible woman in earth would fall upon her.
    The seamstress tried to move, but no muscles in her body reacted, she was trapped inside a life-fibbers cocoon that covered her whole figure, save for her face and minute, adorable feet that stood out at the end of the living cosset. They gleamed, since Ragyo had took her time into massaging and coating them with regular massage oil, so that they will be pampered and the more receptive to the tickling that would happen next. She was hanging in the air, just at the perfect distance for Ragyo, who elegantly sat, her usual attire recovered, next to her in the cushion the Lolita had brought. In the woman’s desk were a series of tools that she had previously used on the mistress, and the girl had a hunch that her soles, which twitched with anticipation, would feel a taste of her own medicine. She saw those purple fingernails and blushed, thinking about how delightful it would be to be noticed like that, but at the same time, being aware far too well on how ticklish her own feet were, she was deeply scare on what Ragyo would do to her.
    The touch was faint and almost lovingly at firth. Ragyo used one hand that was enough to cover her petite soles and pat them with care. Nui laughed immediately at this touch. But she did not complain, what for, she had denied previously any respite to Ragyo, it was fair for her to be ruthless as well.     

    After several minutes of the one-eyed Lolita healthfully laughing Ragyo decided to step things up - You see that using suffering is convenient. But, have you thought about what happens if you mix it with pleasure to deny it afterwards? - Asked the woman - Ehehehe, I don’t ahahaha understand - Giggled the girl - Ragyo gave a mysterious smile - You’ll soon find out, after all we got all day and night. Did you forget that I have “cancelled all of my appointments and I don’t want anyone to disturb us no matter what”? - Nui was speechless as soon as she realised the implications of that claim, thankfully the woman had stopped touching her feet so she could gain her breath and talk back - That can’t be. You...let me torture you on purpose? - Ragyo shrugged her alluring shoulders - I couldn’t help but to notice something was bothering you, besides I could have used a bit of a stress-reliever...Not to mention that a mother must care for all of her daughters - .
     Nui would have cried, she would have honestly gone to pieces at her own foolishness, after all Ragyo cared for her and that was the most important thing in the world. However, she had to atone for her sins. There was only one contradiction to her emotions. The fibbers that surrounded her began to move on their own and, caressed, fondled and touched her slim frame in a way she had never felt before. Her face turned red and her little lips spread in low moans of pleasure - Ahh...Ah... - She could not believe how nice it felt to be inside of that wrap that would tend her body paying special attention to her most sensitive zones. There was a part of her body that turned moist just from the pleasurable touches, her mind went blank - I...’ve been a bad girl, please punish me! - She shouted, hoping for more of this pleasure - As you wish, replied Ragyo, brandishing a menacing-looking hairbrush that would surely induce many ticklish sensations on her poor soles. Nui felt confronted at the contrast of pure pleasure and ticklish agony. She cried from joy, she wept in despair. Her mind was for Ragyo to bend at her will.    The master and servant secured their position, one by torturing and pleasuring the other, and the later by feeling frustrated after being deprived from the climax several times during the night; which would be a long one. Ragyo announced that the following day they would double their efforts to make up for the time lost in their world-domination plans. But none of that mattered, just the agony/contentment the woman administered with sadism and that the girl accepted as the gift which showed how much she was actually appreciated by the red-eyed woman.     

    THE END