Queen Beryl's Victory 05 - Sailor Jupiter

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The feathers danced endlessly across the moving dancehall prepared for them. The airy fluffy instruments floated around filling a pair of feet with unbearable sensations. Sailor Mars, who had no choice but to endure this teasing, giggled nervously and fought against her bounds. She knew that would be nothing but a waste of energy, which she would need later on, since her enemy would not allow her for any moment of respite once she decided to truthfully torment her. Alas, is was a natural thing for her to do, she was a fighter, someone who could not stand idle as she was toyed with. She tried to remain defiant; the girl could not simply accept her fate: the idea of accepting defeat was not in her mind. Withal the tickling was turning more insisting by each passing second. The feathers would wave against her sensitive skin overflowing her with sensations that she tried to ignore. It was useless; the smile on her face had long gone to turn into a maniacal fit of giggling. Cold drops of sweat dampened flocks of hair against her forehead. Her purple eyes searched desperate for any possible escape. She wanted to evade herself from her current situation, to do anything but to look at her poor feet being defiled by those evil feathers.
“Stop wasting your time” Said Queen Beryl’s cold voice “It’s evident that you are past your limits” She smiled, a feather magically appeared in her hand “Or could it be that you secretly enjoy this teasing?” The focus of her eyes switched from the red-clad sailor and the object in her hand. “I wonder how it must feel to have one’s feet tickled by these…”
The long-haired girl’s reaction was priceless. She was struggling not to show how much those feathers stroking and turning her mad with their delicate touch affected her. Yet among those feelings of distress, Beryl saw an expression of absolute disbelief. Seating contentedly on her throne made out of pure darkness, she crossed her left leg over the right one. By doing this, she allowed the pale skin of her leg to be seen, from the round knee to the top of her gorgeous foot; most of the sole of which was visible since her shoe was only held by her big toe. Waving the feather in her hand slowly she pressed against the bare leg, grazing the skin starting from the knee. It finally reached the foot and explored it bit by bit. All the while she looked at her victim with pleased eyes. The feather’s soft bristles kissed her soft immaculate heel and trailed to the pronounced arch. The Queen gasped and let out a faint giggle. Her leg quivered. She tried to hold the foot in place to allow the feather to follow its path. Yet, her toes involuntarily scrunched hard, flexing her dazzling sole and making the shoe falling on the ground.
“Oh my” Said Queen Beryl, faintly giggling “Have you been bearing with four of these on your poor feet? You sure are resilient” She mocked “I would better try to understand how you feel on those ticklish soles of yours”.
With this enigmatic sentence, the evil woman waved the feather again. There was a subtle difference that made Sailor Mars open her eyes, perplexed.
“You maniac, I can’t believe you are doing this to me!” The girl had a reason to be upset: every time her enemy stirred the feather in her hand, the ones floating beside Mars bound feet would imitate the motion. She bit her lips and tried to resist the next part of her torture.
Queen Beryl smiled at this little game she had come up with. She smiled because she enjoyed the expression of anger in Sailor Mars feet and because the little feather forced her to do so. She was the one stroking it against her goddess-like sole, yet she giggled at the sensations which gave away how sensitive her perfect skin was. She imagined how impotent the girl must be feeling: the two of them were sharing this ordeal, they would be tickled in the same manner. But there was a big difference: in the case of Beryl it was voluntary and she could make it stop whenever she wanted, on the opposite, Sailor Mars would remain restrained having her feet played with. Even the fantasy of having revenge on her captor had been robed from her. She did not have to imagine how ticklish Queen Beryl was, she could see it in the way she tickled her own foot by her own volition.
Withal, the evil ruler enjoyed this situation and teased her victim methodically.
“Uhuhuhu, just having this one feather is making me crazy. Shall I switch foot?” She giggled “I know; I’ll let you decide where this feather will go next” She smiled “It will be the closest you will get to tickle me. Such a pity you will have to endure this multiplied several times” The feather took a long time caressing the arch, which made the queen tremble and giggle. The four feathers at Mars soles did the same, but the girl’s reaction was more desperate.
“You ahahahre sichihihik!!!” Cried Sailor Mars, desperately battling against the feathers ravaging her soles. The grin at Beryl’s face widened.
“Perhaps I should use this feather in-between my toes. I must admit I am a bit scared: the mere idea seems rather ticklish” She said, exaggerating a face of concern.
Before Sailor Mars could protest, Queen Beryl had the ender skin hidden between her exquisite toes tickled. The two females laughed hard at this, in the case of Beryl she was intoxicated by seeing her enemy breaking.
“Ahahaha, stop this! I can’t take it! Tickle my feet or do whatever you like with me. But don’t tease me anymore!” Cried the long-haired girl. Queen Beryl put her shoe back on, allowing for a moment of rest to the girl. She held her chin and forced her to look at her eyes.
“I will make sure you regret saying that. This is where the real torture begins”.

What happened next, Queen Beryl could not remember. Some details came to her mind, yet she could only recall the invigorating feeling of Sailor Mars soles quivering under her long nails. This more direct approach produced a more pitched laughter from the girl whose feet would flail away at her subtle touches. She had loved breaking that proud girl. Her body would become chaotic as her feet would flex and remain locked. This way several wrinkles were accentuated, little flaps of skin that Beryl adored tormenting all of the same. Once she had destroyed the girl’s will, it was easy to figure out how to elicit the more laughter from her. She would play her like an instrument and take advantage of her uncontrollable squirms and spasm. At a given point, planet Mars protégé would separate her toes, a chance that Queen Beryl would use to dig her sharp nails in the skin between them. This proved to be the most effective manner of tormenting this sailor and she used this knowledge as a psychological factor against her. She would make impossible requests such as forcing the girl to claim that she craved for more tickling, or to hold her feet in place, all for the sake of not having those soft toes of hers attacked. Needless to say the Queen had a great time playing with those digits each time the girl failed to follow her orders.
It had been an exquisite experience, all of the Sailors up to that moment had offered her a good entertainment, and each had their own uniqueness. But Mars, with her dignified aura and strength was a satisfactory flower to destroy. She laughed when she saw the girl’s face as she realised that her destiny would be to be tormented at the soles of her feet for all eternity. To that purpose she had summoned the last of her servants, Zoisite. How delightful had been Mars’ expression of despair when she finally understood that she would enjoy the man’s company, who, following the queen’s command, diligently worked on the girl’s feet, making sure she sank at the bottoms of insanity, collecting her energy in the process.
However, Queen Beryl’s optimism would prove fatal against her. Even if forcing these girls into submission was at the same time pleasant and uncomplicated. She always forgot after one victory that these individuals were still relentless warriors. Unknown to her, the last of the group, assigned with the power of planet Jupiter, was the one who excelled in physical prowess. Not to prepare countermeasures for this was a mistake the queen would soon regret.
No sooner she had materialised in the chamber she expected to find the last of the Sailors, defeated and terrified, she let out a surprised snarl.
“What is going on?” She did not have the time to understand her position of disadvantage. A strong pair of hands grabbed her right arm, the one holding her staff, and pulled from it. The world spun around her until she landed on the ground with a loud noise. Her back had hit the cold surface with such force that she had momentarily lost her breathing. Something that her assaulter used against her: in less than a second, her body had been turned around, making he lay on her stomach and a sharp pain was felt on her arm, which was turned into an impossible position for her body to handle.
“Game’s over!” Roared a demanding voice “Stop torturing my friends unless you want me to break your arm!”.
Queen Beryl understood what had happened and chuckled at this pathetic display of arrogance.
“Tell me, little Sailor, what do you expect to accomplish with that? What a wonderful plan: attack me directly and my loyal servants would kill you on the spot. Look around, there is no place for you to go” She sighed tired “Why do not you simply accept your fate and join the rest of the sailors in this magnificent goal: offer your energy to the revival of Metalia!” Beryl turned her head around to perceive a pair of jades that glared at her with scorn.
“You are crazy! You brought us here and tortured my friends. All the while… I could do nothing!” The girl’s expression was a determined one “Can you imagine how terrible it felt? Of course you don’t you are just a monster with a black heart”.
The queen’s chuckle was heard again.
“Poor little thing, if you wanted so badly to join your friends why did you not tell me sooner? They will surely welcome you to their ranks of shrieking banshees. All of them tried to remain composed, but I knew how to bring that determination down. By something as silly as tickling them” The red-haired woman’s eyes showed that she had no doubt of her own victory.
Nevertheless, Sailor Jupiter would not be impressed by this. The girl with the brunet ponytail smiled.
“Since you are so obsessed with tickling; why don’t you try it for yourself?!” She declared, using the hand she was not using to hold Beryl in place to dig her fingers on her firm waist.
Queen Beryl gasped at this.
“You would not dare! Ehehehe!” It was useless, the nefarious woman’s weaknesses had been revealed “Stop this nonsense as once! Ahahaha I am the ruler of this khinindom, no one ahahaha no one can do this to me! Ehehehehe, stop this!!!” She tried to hold the hand that tickled her left side with frantic trepidation. The Sailor was resolute to make her laugh. Which she did, as much as she hated to admit how ticklish she was. This was an scenario she was not prepared for, it was unfathomable! She who was about to finally make her wish come true had been subdued to a powerless girl and would laugh as she tickled her sides? The ruler gritted her teeth, yet the sound of her laughter managed to flow free.
“Not so tough now? Where else are you ticklish?” Asked Sailor Jupiter, digging her hand under the woman’s exposed and tender armpit, whose laugh became more audible.
“You ahahahare making a great mistake! Maahahark my words, be sure to enjoy this because as soon as I ihihihi as soon as I AHAHAHA! Begin to tickle you I will make you pay for thishihihihi!!!! - Threatened the woman, who was surprised to feel her position shifting.
Resting this time over her back she saw with dread that down bellow, her legs were bound between the strong lower half of Jupiter’s body. The girl had expertly locked them in place and had a triumphant smile in her face.
“Last chance” She said removing Beryl’s right shoe “Free my friends or your feet get it!” She trailed a single finger from the heel to the toes of that now bare sole. It was all that the Sailor needed to make Beryl squeal in protest.
“Do not even dare to do that!” Her eyes were burning, unsurprisingly, Jupiter was not impressed by this.
“Doing what? Oh, you mean this!” She repeated the motion at the pristine sole and Beryl howled in protest.
“I don’t have all day and you have another foot I can tickle so make this quick!” Said the sailor pulling at the heel of the remaining shoe.
The piece of footwear was taken away, in front of Makoto Kino, Sailor of the planet Jupiter, were the most beautiful feet she had ever seen. They look smooth and tantalising. Those soles which quenched with anticipation were the root of all her and her friends’ problems and she had to tickle them. It was necessary, it was justice. She wriggled her fingers and got her fingers close to them, waiting to listen to the woman’s shrieks of gripe.

What followed, however, was nothing on the like. Unsure of how it had happened, Makoto found herself tied to a set of stocks, her legs straight in front of her, with the soles of her boots aiming at the front and her wrists each tied to armrest at her sides. She looked around trying to find an explanation for this. She found it as soon as her eyes met with Beryl’s. Those charcoals were full of hate. In one hand, the woman held her shoes, which she grasped with devotion, and on the other she pointed her staff at her.
“Spineless brute. You were so full of yourself that you forgot to secure me properly. You will not have a second chance, that I promise” She approached the girl. Her bare feet almost produced no sound as she stepped forward.
Makoto throw a defiant look to that woman who steadily approached her. The image she gave was a terrible one. Her flaming long mane and her scarlet dress flew as she closed the distance that separated them. From the bottom of the dress Makoto could spy the glint of whiteness of a delicate foot. She looked at the shiny black toenails with regret.
“If only I had been more careful” Lamented the girl within “I almost had her!” Sailor Jupiter did not trash at her bonds, she did not quiver in fear. She simply accepted her fate: she had missed her chance and was about to pay the consequences. This demon whose eyes were fixed in her green boots would submit her to the same levels of torture as her friends. She had been wondering about their fears and despair as she was forced to listen to their cries for mercy. Something inside told her that what awaited her would be worse than the torment her fellow Sailors had endured. In opposition to them she had angered their enemy by pointing out a weakness she could have exploited. She had, if briefly, made her dread at the thought of being defeated, humiliated by having her feet tickled.
The two females looked at each other. Queen Beryl stood at the end of the stocks that held Sailor Jupiter in place, waiting for her punishment.
“You are brave, that I concede” Said the woman who tossed her shoes aside. Makoto looked in disgust, she knew what the woman was planning: she wanted her to see those ticklish feet that she could have tickled while she had to worry about the maddening sensations that she would unleash on her own soles.
“I have failed. But that doesn’t mean I will let you have any more satisfactions from me” Jupiter stared blankly at the front, ignoring the laces of her boots being undone little by little.
One knot was unleashed, Jupiter felt the shoe loosing its grip on her foot.
“I thought you were just a brainless thug, but I can see you have a little of common sense” The left shoe had lost any laces to fix it, the same was happening to the right one “Have you surrendered to your destiny?” Makoto did not say anything. The tension was evident: the lace would slide through the holders in the boot and Jupiter would pretend she did not care. Even if she knew that once her laces were unknotted, her boots would be removed. Then, her bare feet would be at this nefarious woman’s mercy.
“I am going to tickle you. Beyond your limits. I am not going to play with you. It is going to be sheer and pure torture. Unlike your friends, you have angered me. These stupid boots of yours will no longer offer any protection to do as I please with your soles. I will defile them and desecrate ways your brainless mind could not think as possible. You will beg, you will cry and I will tickle your feet even harder. This is what you get for humiliating me” She pulled at both shoes, revealing the tanned skin of two strong feet. Just as the arches were about to be seen, Queen Beryl stopped.
“Are you smiling? Why is that so? Has fear taken the best of you already?” Asked the ruler in a neutral tone.
“I smile because you are wrong in one thing: I won’t give up. I don’t care what you do to me or my feet. I won’t give you that pleasure!” Replied Makoto, defiantly.

Queen Beryl clicked her tongue and, to Jupiter’s surprise, pulled at her shoes with force. Without any warning she dug her nails in the hardened skin of the Sailor’s soles, who bit her lips, not wanting to have any sound emanating from it.
“Look at these monstrous feet!” Exclaimed Beryl in a mocking tone “I cannot believe how you would ever think about tickling mines with soles as big as these!” Her nails formed a blur that tickled the wide surface of those soles. Jupiter held her breath, she wanted to resist; she had to. The Queen’s nails focussed on her right sole, making her whole body twitch; the remaining foot scrunched it toes in protests, forming a series of wrinkles on it.

The truth was that Makoto had in fact soles great in size for a girl of her age. She often was mocked by other girls because of that. However, being the strong girl she was, she, instead of hiding them, she did not mind showing them. She would walk around barefoot at the first chance she had and as soon as she started learning karate those instances of bullying receded subsequently. She was probably not the most feminine of the group of Sailors, something that concerned her. The reason might be related to the fact that she took minimum or little care of her body. Her spacious soles would have hardened areas that offered a contrast of sensations for Beryl to exploit. She gasped and giggled at how violently Beryl would tickle her feet. Her nerve ends were overthrown with sensations she did her best to cope with.
She decided to offer a last attempt of insubordination.

“What was that?” Asked a surprised Queen Beryl “Did you really use your feet to slap my hands?” The woman chuckled “What do you want to accomplish by that?” She approached her hands once more, and another fast strike welcomed them. It was not painful; she did not even feel it. However she found this both funny and enraging.
“Hold your enormous feet still so I can torture them as they deserve!” Ordered the redhead.
“Never, I rather die than listening to your orders! It’s already bad to have a pervert touching me, but I don’t need to have my feet insulted! You don’t like them? Don’t tickle them if so!” Roared the Sailor clad in green.
Queen Beryl stopped, she examined her victim, that strong girl was proving a challenge to defeat. She would have to change her approach.
“Die? Why not? I will take that as a challenge, I will tickle you to death! But first, I need to do something about these moving feet of yours” The woman held the said peds by the arches, although the toes still wriggled with fury.
“Ha, now what? You hands are full and… EEEK!” Sailor Jupiter could not believe her eyes “No way! Ehehehehe! Don’t do that! Anything but that! Ahahahaha!!!”.
The Dark Kingdom Ruler smiled victorious; she had found the key to subdue this Sailor. Her curvy lips would envelope both of the girl’s big toes, licking them with lust. Judging by Jupiter’s face, it was evident she disliked that, which gave Beryl the more reason to continue.

“Aaaaa! No… don’t lick meee!” Makoto’s cheeks were burning. She was expecting all shorts of extreme procedures to tickle her feet. But this? It was more than she could take. Her enemy kissed and licked her toes the same way a lover would. Making her giggle with the ticklish sensations and moan with hidden arousal. She protested, she trashed around; in few words, she had finally cracked. But she still did not ask for mercy.
At least not until Beryl procured her last trick.
“Time to end you and collect your energy” She said, pointing her staff at her feet, whose toes were drenched with the queen’s saliva “Hold your feet still if you do not wish your torment to increase” A tied Makoto looked at Queen Beryl, confused.
The staff shone and a bizarre creature appeared, it was nothing more than a sphere which opened in half, showing a big mouth from which a large tongue sprout. Makoto bit her lip imagining that raspy appendage licking her foot.
She did not have to use her imagination for long. The being savoured her long arches slowly. She gasped and flailed her feet, attempting to run away from it. No sooner she did, the being divided in two. Now the double of tongues began to work on her defenceless soles.
“If I were you I would remain still. The more you move your feet the more their numbers will increase. You might be able to endure a few. But what will happen when you have dozens of these licking those feet of yours? There is plenty of room for a great deal of them” Makoto gasped. She knew her enemy was right. She tried to force herself to remain calm, to ignore those tongues molesting her soles. It was impossible, she would laugh faintly and her feet would squirm in protests. In minutes a horde of those creatures were feasting on her big soles.

Queen Beryl saw this spectacle in silence. It would be a matter of time before this Sailor succumbed. Right after she did she would gather all her enemies to obtain what energy was needed to complete Metalia’s resurrection. There was no hurry though. She would first have the chance to bathe on this brunette’s agony before going back to the others. She had never been this happy in her life. She had won, her victory was assured. All that remained was to enjoy the slow but satisfying process of breaking another of her enemies. She produced yet another throne and a footstool were she rested her legs, she crossed them and made sure the Sailor, whose face trembled in utter ticklish despair, was able to see her soles. She snapped her fingers and two of those rounded critters appeared in front of her comfortably placed feet. She wriggled her toes short after. These minions understood the order and kissed each of her luscious digits with devotion, worshipping them. She cooed at this sensation. There were still many questions to be considered, such as what she would do with the Sailors once she had robbed them from all of their energy. She could offer them as slaves to Metalia, perhaps.
Queen Beryl waved her head to the sides. That was an uncertain future; it drew near the more these five feeble girls laughed, but uncertain nonetheless. She smirked, looking at Jupiter’s vain struggles and thought about new ways of tormenting that girl and her fellow Sailors.


THE END…

Final chapter of this saga I did for  where the downfall of the Sailors is described as Queen Beryl's victory comes to an end, Sailor Jupiter was the last obstacle in her plan to ressurect Metalia and she will eventually fall, just like the rest. Apparently our heroines will have to endure the sadistic attentions of this ruler for the rest of their lifes...

OR DO THEY?

Stay tunned for a surprise!

All of the characters mentioned are copyrighted by Naoko Takeuchi.

Funfacts:
-I want to make clear that, I did not know about this piece by MaliceSTOCKER by the talented until I was scanning this picture. What I mean with this is that even if the tickling method in my picture is similar to his, it is a mere coincidence.
-Long story is long, but I had to do a fitting finale, ins't it?
-Last but not least, this one, is my client favourite saior; Makoto Kino. That's why I had her for the last place. She's actually a gift since I offered him an special offer: 5 sailors for the price of 4.
-Letters in bold in this description, it is a bug?