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Towa’s work as Thors’ Student Council president kept her busy at the best of times, and utterly swamped at the worst of times. With the school festival preparations starting up, she had found quite a lot of work being tossed on her plate. She was hoping to be able to relax a little after everything that happened in Crossbell last week, but she just wasn’t meant to be so lucky.

“The Occult Research Club wants to participate?” Towa tilted her head, as one of the council members brought up the proposal.

“That’s correct. Apparently, they want to do some sort of test of courage, that involves strapping students into a chair and making them watch scary things.”

“I’m not sure we can do something like that.” Towa said. “There’s a lot of things that can go wrong with tying someone up against their will. We’d need waivers, among other things… I think we just have to reject this proposal outright.”

“Well, that’s not a bad idea.” The vice president stated, “but the person who brought this proposal to us was Angelica Rogner.”

“Since when was Angie a member of the Occult Research Club?” Towa shook her head, “Well that doesn’t matter. I’ll just have to go talk to her about it and explain it myself.” She looked over the rest of the itinerary and suppressed a sigh. “Is there anything else that needs our urgent attention?”

“No, I think that should cover the gist of it.” The secretary stated, setting down his sheets of paper.

“We should expect to be kept busy as more and more students decide on what they want to do. The festival is seven weeks away, but those days will go by before you know it. With that said, excellent work, everyone! We’ll reconvene tomorrow after classes.”

“Yes, President Towa!” The council said in unison, as they slowly filed out of the meeting room. Student Council was done for the day, but Towa Herschel still had one more task to take care of first. She made her way out of the student union building, and headed towards the garage beside it, where the engineering club did their work, and Angie stored her most precious bike.

She opened the doors, and found her quarry inside, deep in conversation with George about her plans for the festival. Towa cleared her throat, getting the attention of the purple haired firebrand. “Angie?”

“Has an angel descended from heaven?” She gasped, “Oh, be still my beating heart!”

Towa groaned. “I want to talk to you about something. What exactly are you thinking with this festival attraction? We can't just tie people up willy-nilly!”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” Angie said, “It’s the kind of experience everyone can enjoy! I can assure you, it's 100% safe!”

“Forgive me when I say I don’t believe you.” Towa’s shoulders sagged.

“Look, if you don’t believe me, why don’t you try it for yourself.” Angie suggested. “George, do you think you can set up that projector you have?”

“Sure thing, Angie.” He said without a word of complaint. “I’ve got those memory quartz you were looking for too. Which one do you want me to put in?”

“The ultra scary one.” She wriggled her fingers for dramatic emphasis. “Once you see that it's just for funsies, I’m sure you’ll have no problem with it. You might even have some fun.” The grin on her face was certainly not inviting ‘fun’. Still with Angie and George setting up a makeshift booth for her sake, the least she could do was see it through. They were her friends after all, and she trusted them not to do anything terrible. She put up with that outfit at the concert last year after all…

“Fine, I’ll try it out. But if I get uncomfortable, you have to untie me immediately!”

“Of course, of course!” Angie grinned, as she grabbed a few lengths of rope from George’s endless store of supplies. “But first you need to get nice and comfy in that chair over there.”

Towa went over and sat down, letting her arms settle on the armrests. It was just high enough off the ground that her feet dangled over the edge without touching the ground. “Is this fine?”

“Perfect. Let me know if this is too tight for you, okay?” She wrapped the rope around her torso, keeping her posture straight as she was tied to the back of the chair. “Try wriggling around a bit for me.” Angie suggested, seeming to enjoy herself as Towa was unable to make the ropes around her move an inch. “Not too tight?”

“It’s fine.” Towa said. Fine for being tied up at least. “What are you doing with the smaller ones?”

“Putting them around your wrists. We don’t want you covering your eyes from the stomach churning terror after all!”

“Fine, I suppose that’s fair.” Towa sighed as Angie repeated the process on her arms, keeping her firmly bound to the chair. She could still wiggle her legs at least, but that’s all the movement she could make in this situation. “Do you need to tie me up any more than this?”

“Do you want me to? Because that can certainly be arranged.”

“Not really, no.” Towa said, deadpan and unamused.

“Ah, if only you had asked.” She sounded almost disappointed. She knew Angie was a little bit depraved, but she didn’t think bondage was on her list of kinks. You think you know a person, but she supposed that most people don’t want their secrets brought to light. “Ready for the most horrifying experience of your life?!”

“Fine, I suppose.” She said with a sigh. “Go ahead and start the projector, George.”

“Roger.” He gave a thumbs up and turned on his orbal terminal, sending the data from the memory quartz to display on the screen in front of her. At Angie’s behest, he turned off all the lights, leaving her all alone in the darkened room.

A girl ran away from a crazed murderer in one scene, the next had a wave of spiders crawling out from under the floorboards. In another, a vengeful ghost came rising up when the actor least expected it. Towa had to admit, the special effects and the acting was really good. A woman with hair covering her entire face crawled out of a toilet, wet blood on her fingertips as she crawled toward her next victim. It was pretty exciting, but not something she’d really consider terrifying.

The film repeated like this for about five minutes, before reaching its end. Honestly, if that was all it was, it might actually be fine for the public. Sure, it might be scary to some people, but she didn’t see any dangers with it. She didn’t feel like she was losing any circulation with these knots either.

“Towa… you didn’t even flinch.” Angie said, practically wallowing in disappointment. “I was hoping you’d scream in terror! Cry out to be untied, something fun like that.”

“Sorry, Angie, I just don’t think it was all that scary. Unsanitary at some parts, sure, but not scary.” She smiled at her friend. “I think I might be able to convince the student council, but it’s still not a sure thing, so you might want to think up some other ideas just in case.”

“I see.” Angie said, deep in thought.

“So, um… are you going to untie me now?” Towa asked, squirming in her binds. “I really don’t want to stay tied up like this.” She swung her legs with a little too much force, causing her to kick her shoes off. “That’s not good.” She pouted, as an idea seemed to dawn on her friend’s face.

“Oh I think it’s just perfect.” Angie said, slithering like a snake towards her shoes. As she reached out for Towa’s foot, she flinched involuntarily at her touch, like she had just been hit with a static shock. “My oh my… are you ticklish, Towa?”

“What! No!” She denied it with every fibre of her being. “C’mon Angie, give me my shoes back!”

“Hmm… nope!” She flashed a devilish grin as she poked the arches of her feet again. Towa reared back in her chair, but she couldn’t escape the sudden attack on her feet. Angie traced her finger up and down, from the ball of her foot, down to the heel, relishing in Towa’s pleas for release.

“Angie please, stooooop!” She cried out between giggles, her feet were really sensitive!

“It’s amazing you can watch the scariest horror out there and not bat an eye, but just a few tender tickles and you’re screaming in terror.” She looked up at Towa, with no mercy in her expression. She didn’t move to release Towa. On the contrary, she started pulling at her socks, slowly pulling them down, like she was unwrapping a fragile birthday present. All Towa could do was flail helplessly as Angie pulled her socks off her feet, leaving them bare and exposed to the open air, and a very open assailant.

Towa quivered at her touch, as her fingers traced paths from her ankle up to the very tips of her toes. “And now it’s time to really make you scream!” She grabbed her pinky toe and assaulted it, her fingers wiggling like spiders on her toes. She couldn’t hear the sounds of Angie’s amused laughter over her panicked wheezes, her whole body was trapped under this devilish torture. The only words she could muster out under the sounds of her cries were pleas to stop, pleas that Angie had no intention of answering! She kept her assault going from one toe to the next, taking a perverse enjoyment in her cries.

“Angie! Please! Hahahahaha! This is too- HEHEHE- much!”

“Your feet are so cute, Towa. They’re so sweet, and dainty, and ever so...” She paused for just a brief moment, letting Towa catch just a hint of air, before her fingers started moving again. “...ticklish!”

Towa tried to eke out a response, but couldn’t over her laughter. Curse her sensitive skin! “Angie! Stop!” She tried to cry out, but her tormentor wasn’t listening, she was enjoying Towa’s troubles way too much.

“This little piggy went to market…” Angie pinched her big toe between her fingers, practically singing the nursery rhyme as she played with each toe. When she finally got to her pinky toe, Towa screamed as Angie went wee wee wee all the way home!

“HAHAHAHA, NOoOoOoOo!!! ANGIE STOP! Plea-hehe-se!”

But she wouldn’t give in, as her cold breath tingled over Towa’s toes. Angie’s fingers traced down the arches of her feet, rubbing and scratching at her heels with a slow, but deliberate intensity. Her feet unfurled and spread from the new tickling tactic, which just gave Angie more surface area to unleash her attack upon. Towa squirmed and squealed in her chair, but there was nothing she could do but cry out.

“HAHAHA, AN-HAHA-GIE?! I can’t hahaha breathe!” Her face was growing red as her voice staggered. “Please, hahahaha it hurts hahahaha!” Her nails were digging into the chair’s armrests, as she desperately tried to regain some semblance of control.

“You break so easily, my cute little Towa.” Her hands had stopped moving, delighting in the anguish and fear on Towa’s face. “Ghost and ghouls do nothing, but a little touch,” she wiggled her pinky toes forcing Towa to stifle her laughs, “and you collapse into a little puddle. I should have brought some feathers.” Towa was growing increasingly uncomfortable at her suggestions.

“Angie, please stop! I can’t take this anymore! Untie me please! George! Somebody!”

Angelica’s smile widened. “George isn’t here to hear you, you know he can’t handle scary things. All that’s left is for you to fall under my tickling trap!” She started up again, no matter how many times she did it, Towa just couldn’t get used to the tickle torture. She laughed, and screamed, begged and cried, but no matter how many times she wheezed out Angie’s name, she never stopped.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! I’m going to break! HAHAHA, STOP, HAHAHA! It hurts!” Her sides ached from laughing so much, her legs were getting tired from kicking and thrashing so much, Angie surely had to be getting tired!

“Hmm… I suppose I can let you go.” Angie relented, pulling back, and finally giving Towa room to breathe. “If you admit to me that you’re a ticklish girl and that there is nothing more terrifying than tickle torture!”

“W-What…” Towa was taken aback by the sudden request, “I couldn’t-” Angie’s hands were lunging toward her feet again, so she did the only thing she could do. Beg for her freedom. “Ok I’ll admit it! I’m a ticklish girl who is terrified of tickle torture! Please, make it stop, already!”

“Heh heh.” Angie gave a devious chuckle, rising from the floor and returning Towa’s shoes to her. “I knew I could get you to scream.”

“That wasn’t funny, Angie.” Towa pouted as the taller girl slid her shoes back on. “I thought I was going to pass out from laughing so hard.” She was still trying to catch her breath after all that.

“Are you sure?” Angie smirked as she started to loosen up the knots. “C’mon, you had fun didn’t you?”

“Not in the slightest!” She said, determined and steadfast, “That was awful…” Angie released the rope around her arms, letting her move them again. All that was left was the one around her waist. She felt a sense of relief as Angie moved behind her, waiting to undo the last bit of rope.

“Not in the slightest, huh…” Towa recognized that change of tone in Angie’s voice, and before she could utter a word of protest, she could feel her torturous fingers reaching at her sides, tickling at her ribs. She tried kicking and pushing away, but she was paralyzed by the sensation, as shrill laughter escaped her lips once again.

“NOOOO! HAHAHA! STOP! THIS IS HAHAHA TOO MUCH! MY-MY-MY SIDES.” She couldn’t even get a coherent thought out as Angie’s fingers danced up and down her sides. Reaching from her bottom ribs, all the way up to her armpits. Untying her arms just gave her more surface area to be poked and prodded. Her fingers traced circles and loops over her body, never staying in one place for too long as she let Towa’s whole body experience the true terrors of tickle torture. “I already said enough! Angie!”

Her tormentor wasn’t done yet, as they moved to her most ticklish spot of all. Even through her clothes, she hated having her stomach touched, and tickling was even worse. Her fingers scooched down, playing Towa like a squirming guitar. Her fingers danced and Towa howled! Screams of “Stop! and “Please!” rang out as Angie brought the full brunt of her tickling techniques to bear.

She had been tickled for so long that her brain was almost starting to like it. “Stop, please…” She couldn’t muster the energy to fight back any longer, she had no choice but to give into the euphoric sensation. Angie’s fingers rustled between her ribs, down to her obliques, before going back up to her pits. Towa couldn’t resist any longer, as a hint of drool starting seeping out of her lips. She could barely muster out a breathless “Angie!” before slumping into the chair.

Her eyes clouded over, a desperate defense measure from the pain of laughing so hard, but nothing could desensitize her to Angie’s hands.” Angie! Hahaha” was about all she could say, when the purple haired girl went to town on her belly, lifting up her cardigan just a bit to get under her clothes. Her howls were even louder than before as Angie tickled the delicate skin, going ‘coochie coochie coo’ all the while. It was embarrassing, painful and there was nothing she could about it! She wanted to cry and crawl away, never to be seen again after this. Her laughs almost sounded like wails, as Angie only teased her further.

“C’mon, you know it like it!” Angie was really getting into Towa’s trapped expression, watching her squirm and writhe, gasp and plead.

“HAHAHAHAHA, FOR THE LOVE OF- AHAHA- STOP! ANGIE, I CAN’T! HELP!” Towa’s words had lost all reason, only clinging to a desperate hope to be set free from all of this. But she knew it wouldn’t come. It was all over for her, the tickling wouldn’t ever stop! “I- I can’t breathe, hahaha.” Still she squirmed and succumbed to the tickle torture, it was all she could do in her vulnerable position.

And just as she resigned herself to her fate, Angie stopped. She pulled apart the ropes holding her back, and granted Towa her freedom. “Well, that was a lot of fun. What do you think, Towa?” She looked over to the girl whose eyes had rolled back in her head. “T-Towa?”

The smaller girl snapped back to consciousness and quickly stood up. A dark shadow covered her expression as her focus came back to her. The taller girl could feel a cold chill run down her spine.

“You aren’t mad, are you Towa? It was just for fun! Right? T-Towa?”

Towa grabbed her things and left the building without saying a word. There was no way she could speak to her after everything that happened. She didn’t even spare a word for George who did nothing to help her out. Her tiny footsteps were heavy, as the anger and resentment in her body seethed out of each and every pore. But even though she was furious, Towa still felt a little something extra in the wave of emotions coursing through her. She would never dare admit it, she would never tell anyone about it, but somewhere deep down inside, she kind of enjoyed being tickled like that. She had enjoyed being Angie’s prey, if only for just a moment…

This was something that could never EVER get out. She would bury this deep down, and do anything to keep it that way. She would never admit that it was actually kind of fun.

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Erika Russell had never been known as a patient woman. When it came to research and development, she wanted things done quickly and done properly. Being a mother proved to be its own unique challenge, as her darling cherub Tita, had finally hit her rebellious teenage streak.

She lamented that Tita was no longer her perfect little angel, instead of wanting to spend time with her mother, she’d prefer to go over to Rolent to spend time with that ex-Ouroboros girl. Apparently she was having so much fun, that her curfew was becoming less of a rule and more of a suggestion, as she was getting home later and later in the day. She sighed deeply, as bad it was, at least she wasn’t breaking curfew with that red headed, bandana wearing musclehead. If that were the case, she might have to tune the Orbal Gear with Agate-seeking missiles.

“Is everything alright, Erika? I know you’re worried about Tita, but you had an evil look in your eyes just now.” Her guest spoke up, someone who was also deeply concerned for Tita’s safety.

“Just fine, Estelle.” She shook off her angry disposition and took a deep breath. “I’m just worried about my daughter.”

“I understand. I know how nice it is to have fun with friends, but it’s also important to respect your parents rules. She’s still a minor, so I want her to respect the rules you have set for her.”

Erika smiled at Estelle’s perfect answer. “You really are a good egg, aren’t you Estelle? I’m glad Tita met you when I was out of the country.”

“Aww thanks.” Estelle blushed while rubbing the back of her head. “I wouldn’t worry too much about Tita, I’m sure she’ll be home soon.” Just as she said those words, Erika could hear Tita’s house key open the front door’s lock, pushing it open with a bit of a squeak. “Heh, what do you know?”

“You can go ahead and wait right here, Estelle, I have to go have a little talk with my daughter first.” The bracer nodded, staying quiet as a mouse, being careful to not let Tita know she was here.

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Tita opened the door and took a look around. The lights were on, but nobody was on the first floor. “I’m home!” She called out, announcing her presence. “Is anyone here?”

She could hear footsteps coming out of the downstairs lab, judging from their pace they could only belong to her mom. She must have been working on some new experiment down there, but she did not seem to be in a talking mood as she stared her down.

“Hey mom, I know I’m late, but you know it’s a bit of distance between Zeiss and Rolent. I was just having so much fun with Renne that I lost track of time and-”

Her mom shook her head. “Tita. You know your curfew is 9 PM, correct?”

“Yes mom.” She stood up straight at the sudden coldness in her mother’s voice.

“And what time is it now?”

“10:30?”

“That’s right.” Erika took a step toward her, the blank expression on her face unmoving. “This isn’t the first time either.” Another step, and she was right in her face.

Tita panicked, and waved her arms, “I’m sorry mom, it was just so-”

Her mom sighed. “I understand. Believe it or not, I was your age once too.”

Tita breathed a sigh of relief. “So does that mean-”

Erika shook her head. “Not so fast. You still broke the rules, which means you wouldn’t mind doing a little favour for me, would you?” Tita shook her head, the request seemed fair enough to her. “Good. I need an extra pair of hands for an experiment I’m running. Would you mind helping your mother out?”

“Not at all!” Tita quickly grew to regret those words, as a shadow covered her mother’s eyes. She recognized that look all too well, it was the same look on her face whenever she saw Agate. “Wait, actually-”

“An engineer never goes back on her word, Tita.” Her mother’s cold tone sent a chill crawling down her back. “I’m glad you’re so understanding.” Tita tried to protest, but found it difficult as her mother scooped her over her shoulder, and started carrying her into the basement.

“Mom, wait!” Tita yelped, but found she couldn’t get out of her mother’s strong grip.

“Nope! Sorry Tita but this is just how it has to be.” She said, taking her down the set of stairs to her basement laboratory. She didn’t recognize the way it was laid out, and had no idea what kind of experiment she was running in here, but her eyes were drawn to the metal chair in the centre of the room. It was just a chair, with a little footstool in front of it. Why was it just sitting in the room all by itself? She didn’t know what it could be, but she had a bad feeling about it. She finally struggled out of Erika’s grip, tumbling to the ground.

“I don’t want to be part of this experiment!” She squeaked as she tried to make her escape, but she bumped into something along the way, and fell to the floor. She looked up, and couldn’t believe what she saw. What was Estelle doing here and why was she blocking her way? She squeaked out her name, in a desperate attempt to resolve her confusion.

“Sorry, Tita. You aren’t going anywhere.” The girl with chestnut hair said with an apologetic smile.

“Tita. Don’t run away from your mother. You promised you’d help me out, correct? With the way you’ve been breaking promises lately, I’m worried that you don’t really respect me anymore.” Her mother pouted, making Tita feel all slimy inside.

“I’m sorry, mom.” Tita bowed her head. “What do you want me to do?”

“For now, just have a seat on the chair over there.” Her mother said, fully in her ‘serious experiment’ mode now. She was a little worried, but Estelle was here too, so whatever she was working on probably wasn’t all that bad. She got comfortable, plopping down onto the seat, and setting her ankles on the footstool below.

It was her first mistake, as her mother pulled a remote out of her lab coat pocket. With the push of a button, metal restraints opened up from the arm rests and pinned her to the chair. Before she could kick out and escape, the footstool’s restraints went off and pinned her legs in place. She was immobilized, and no amount of struggling could get her out of her spot.

“Mom, let me go!” She struggled against her bonds, but they held tight to the metal chair. “Estelle, help! Please?” Neither woman gave her a positive reaction.

Estelle shook her head. “Sorry Tita. Your mom is right. It’s not that I don’t love having you around to hang out with Renne, but you need to at least let your mom know if you’re going to be out late. She’s just worried about your safety.”

“My safety?! I’m not feeling very safe right now!” She tried to flail about, but she locked in tight. She’d probably break a bone before breaking the chair at this rate. “This isn’t right!” She complained, noticing that both Estelle and her mom were drawing closer to her, with dark shadows over their expressions. “M-Mom? E-Estelle? W-What are you doing?”

Her mother grabbed her left leg, while Estelle grabbed her right. “Wow Tita, your skin is so smooth.” Estelle gushed, as her fingers traced around the bottom of her thighs. She jumped a little at the sudden brush of Estelle’s soft fingertips.

“Those kneesocks of yours are really cute too. As your mother I have to say that I approve of your clothing choices. Did you get these from the Grancel Mall?”

“Yes… Wait, why is that important?!” Tita looked up at her mother again, “Renne and I picked these out together!”

“Renne again…” Her mother shook her head. “Well if that’s the case we better take these off, don’t you agree, Estelle?”

“Of course.” Estelle agreed, way too readily for Tita’s taste. Before she could protest, Estelle had already unlaced her stregas and tossed them to the side. “Ready, Erika?”

“Always, Estelle. We’ll take them off on the count of three.” They shared menacing grins as their fingers traced around her toes, bunching up the navy blue socks to make them easier to pull off.

“One~” They grabbed at the fabric, chafing slightly against the webbing of her toes. “Two~” Her socks were starting to slip down her calves, as Estelle and her mother started pulling them off. “And three~” Her socks had slid down to her ankles, being pulled free way too easily.

“S-stop, please!”

“Nope.” They replied together, pulling the socks past her toes and off her feet entirely. Her bare legs were completely exposed, and completely trapped in her mother’s device. She was terrified of what sorts of things her mom was going to do to her. She had seen the look in her eyes whenever she talked to Agate, to see that same look directed at her now terrified her unlike anything she had done before. And that was including Phantasma and the Liber Ark incident! At least in those instances, she had Estelle with her, but now even Estelle was looking at her with an evil grin. She gulped, afraid of what would happen next.

“Wow, look at how pretty Tita’s feet are.” Estelle said, roaming over every rege of them with her gaze. “And her little toes are so cute too.” Despite only having her socks and shoes taken off, she felt completely naked and vulnerable with the way Estelle and her mother were staring at her.

“We’ve caught a very naughty girl, haven’t we Estelle?” Erika said through a wide smile.

“We certainly have. But the real question is, which one of us gets to go first?”
“G-Goes first?” Tita squeaked, as she fidgeted in her chair, “What do you mean?!”

“Well she is my daughter…” Erika explained, ignoring Tita entirely, but you are my guest here. She tapped her finger to her chin, pondering something with an intense look in her eyes. Tita’s turned to Estelle who seemed to have the exact same look in her eyes. Just what were they going to do to her?

“Estelle? Whatever it is you’re thinking of doing, can I convince you otherwise?” She wiggled around, trying to get free, but all that did was make those two even scarier. She felt a sense of impending dread as the two older women came to an agreement.

“Well it does sound like Tita has chosen for us.” Erika nodded her head. “Estelle, if you would?”

“Gladly, Erika.” She knelt down in front of Tita’s bare legs, a wide smile plastered to her face. She looked up at her, and sent chills down Tita’s spine. “Hey, Tita…” She whispered, as she moved imperceptibly closer, “Are you… ticklish?”

Tita jumped as Estelle’s hands shot out and grabbed her bare exposed feet. Her fingers twitched rapidly, tickling Tita at high speeds as she tried to flail and get away.

“HAHAHAHA, NO STOP, PLEASE!” She writhed in her chair as Estelle’s fingers went higher. Up to her heels, and back down the arches of her feet to her toes, she left no area unmolested by her tantric tickling technique. “ESTELLE, PLEASE!”

“This is what happens to bad girls who don’t come home on time.” Erika said, crossing her arms. “Keep going, Estelle.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Estelle laughed as she kept up her assault, but her chuckles were nothing compared to Tita’s shrieks, as the poor girl thrashed and bucked in her prison. “I had no idea you were so sensitive, Tita. It makes me want to tickle you even more!”

“I’m sorry! Estelle! Mom! HAHAHA, Make it stop!” Tita cried out, unable to catch her breath. HAHAHA I’m sorry! I’ll come home on time next time, I pro-AHHHH-mise!” Estelle wouldn’t stop fondling her feet, even when she was trying to apologize, she was laughing so hard that tears were starting to form in her eyes.

“Alright Estelle, I think that’s enough for now.” Her mother said, and Tita was finally able to catch her breath. She knew her mom would look out for her. “After all, I want a turn too.”

“What?” Tita’s face grew pale as her mother got closer. “No! Anything but that! Please? I’m sorry, already!”

Her mother’s grin widened, flashing all of her sharp white teeth, like a predator who had finally caught its prey. Tita thrashed desperately as her mother took Estelle’s place, but it was no good. Her mother’s trap still held, and she could do nothing to stop her.

“Coochie coochie coo!” Erika went to town on her toes, tickling relentlessly as her fingers moved faster than Tita could blink.”

“S-Stop! AHAHAHA, that tickles! Mom!” Her mother went even faster, as her assault focused on her most ticklish points. She was relentless, never letting up even as she begged her to stop. “Mom! Pleeeeeease!” She squealed and begged, but Erika never let up.

“You’re just going to have to accept your punishment, little lady.” She said sternly, “I’m only doing this because I love you.” Tita whimpered as her mother’s tickling torture continued without end. “Isn’t my daughter just the cutest, Estelle? Look at how pretty her toes are, the fact that we can do this makes me so ecstatic!”

“Mom?!” Tita was very conflicted about this punishment / bragathon, as her mother changed from stern parent to loving parent in a blink of eye. Maybe if she was in this mood, she could convince her to let her go. “You don’t HAHA want to HAHAbully your cute daughter hehehe anymore, right?” She forced out the words before another serious wave of tickling came from her mother.

“Sorry, Tita.” Erika said between her shrieks, “I’m your mother and you have to respect my rules. Your punishment isn’t over yet, my dear.” She did pause for a moment, letting Tita catch her breath, but she didn’t get up, staying in the same spot. “Actually, I think I might need your help Estelle, would you mind joining me?”

“Not at all, in fact I was waiting for you to ask.” Estelle chuckled as she knelt down beside Erika. Both of them took a foot in their hands, and looked her directly in the eyes. She did not like the looks they were giving her, and the way Estelle’s fingers were crawling up her leg.

They coordinated their tickles perfectly, as now Tita was being tickled equally on each foot. “STOP! PLEASE!” She knew her pleas were pointless, but it was all she could do to resist.

“This little piggy went to market~’” Estelle started, pinching her big toe on one foot. Her mom seemed to like the idea, and did the same, focusing all of her tickles on the big toe.

“This little piggy went home… on time.” Her mother continued, wiggling her second toe now. Tita wasn’t sure if she was going to die from lack of oxygen or sheer embarrassment first.

“This little piggy had roast beef~” Estelle kept the shame train going as she wiggled Tita’s middle toe. Her mother took the next line, and she was dreading the inevitable conclusion.

“That’s enough you don’t need to- HEHEHEHAAHAHAHAHA!” Tita burst into laughter as the nursery rhyme ended, the looks shared on her assailant’s faces made her quiver and shake in terror.

“This little piggy went WEE WEE WEE all the way home!” Their fingers danced up and down her curled up feet, playing with her like she was their own personal doll. They fawned over her toes and ankles as they molested them, fingers dancing along the arches of her feet and the nooks of her toes.

“MOM! ESTELLE! NOOHAHAOOoooo!” She squeaked out, red faced and teary eyed. “Stop it! Hahahaha!” Her feet wiggled and twisted, but they couldn’t break free from Erika and Estelle’s clever fingers. An idea seemed to dawn on Estelle’s face as Tita’s toes wrinkled and curled. She whispered something into Erika’s ear, and her mother seemed to agree with her suggestion, pointing to another chair in the corner of the room.

Estelle got up and grabbed it, setting it down just a few feet in front of Tita. Tita was very confused as Estelle started unlacing her own boots, but was grateful for the brief reprieve. The bracer slid her boots and socks off and took a seat in the chair, wiggling her own toes for Tita to see. “Ready for some fun, Tita?”

“I, uh, what?” Tita’s mumbled out, her brain still addled from all the tickling she had been through already. “Sure?”

“Hehehe.” Estelle laughed devilishly as her feet made contact with Tita’s arches. “It’s footsie time!”

Tita thought she was free, but it was only just beginning as Estelle slid her feet up, tickling at her ankles and calves. Tita tried to fight back, but Estelle’s feet were just too nimble, weaving past Tita’s clumsy attempts, and countering right between the balls of her feet. Tita shivered and Estelle went to town, no matter where she moved her legs, Estelle’s were quick to follow. Though the tickling was still rough, this was actually kind of fun.

Tita tried to get Estelle, and even eked out a few giggles from her, but Estelle had her totally outmatched. “Hehe, Sorry Tita, I do this all the time with Joshua and Renne, you don’t stand a chance!”

Her next move really got her as she was able to clasp both feet against one of hers, and tickle the top and bottom at the same time. “AHAHAHAHA, Estelle! I’m gonna getcha!” She proclaimed, weaving her feet in and out with the older girl’s for several minutes. However, she was still restrained, and Estelle wasn’t, so it was only a matter of time before she kept the upper hand. Tita broke down into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry! Hahahaha, Please stop! I’m sorry!” She wailed out. To her surprise, the torture finally ended as Estelle withdrew her long smooth legs, and put her feet back on the ground.

“I think she’s had enough, Erika.” Estelle deferred to her elder, who gave a small nod in acceptance.

“Very well. I was considering going on for longer, but I don’t want my daughter to hate me.” Erika unfolded her arms and walked up to Tita, meeting her gaze with a warm motherly stare. “Let’s hear an apology, Tita.”

“Mom…” She lowered her head, as much as she could with her arms and legs bound. “I’m really sorry for staying out late so often, and not letting you know. I know that having a lot of fun isn’t an excuse, and I need to be more responsible for my actions. I promise that it won’t happen again.” She slumped her shoulders as her mother stared her down. Waiting for her response was almost as bad as the tickling. ‘Almost’, she had to remind herself.

“Very well.” Erika said. “I forgive you Tita.” She closed her eyes for a moment, and started to reach into her coat pocket. “However,” Her other hand quickly grazed against her sole, giving her a start and a sudden fear that her mom would keep going, “if you break my rules again, you’ll know what to expect, won’t you, Tita?”

“Y-yes mom!” She sat up straight, only relaxing once Erika hit the button on her remote, undoing the metal shackles holding her in place. For once, she could breathe a sigh of relief, and not have to worry about the tickle torture afterward. Her mom wrapped her up in a big hug, squeezing her tightly. “Mom? I can’t breathe!”

“I’m so sorry, Tita. I just worry about you, you know? No matter what happens, you’ll always be my little cherub.”

“It’s ok mom, I get it, I get it, just relax…” Tita tried to calm her mother down, who had now decided that squeezing Tita was better than tickling.

“Well, looks like all’s well that ends well.” Estelle chuckled, a warm smile on her face after witnessing a cute family bonding moment. “I guess that means my work is done.” The bracer reached out for her socks lying on the floor.

“Not so fast, Estelle.” Erika said, standing upright again, and brandishing a different controller. With the press of a button, mechanical arms descended from the ceiling and grabbed Estelle by her forearms.

“Erika?!” Estelle exclaimed, but it was too late, as a second pair of hands came down, this time gripping Estelle by the ankles and holding her suspended in the air, feet dangling helplessly. “What are you doing?! Are your machines going haywire?”

“Not at all.” Erika clicked her tongue. “They’re working exactly as intended. You see, I love my darling Tita very much, and the only one allowed to tickle her is me.” She said with a serene smile, made all the more haunting by the current situation.

“What do you mean? You were the one who asked me to help you with this! You’re crazy!” Estelle thrashed and struggled, but this trap was even tougher to break out of than the last one.

“Hey, Tita.” Her mom whispered in her ear. “Do you want to give Estelle a little payback for all she did?”

“Tita? Don’t listen to her! Just tell her to let me go, okay?”

She pondered the situation, watching Estelle struggle to get free, her beautiful legs kicking and struggling to get free, her soles contracting and expanding all the while. It was an easy choice for Tita Russell. “Sure thing, mom.”

“Tita? Erika? What are you… NO! STOP! HAHAHAHA! WAIT THIS ISN’T FAIR!” Estelle shrieked desperately, and both mother and daughter took turns giving Estelle the tickling of a lifetime. Erika had no shortage of tickling tools in her workbench, and she brought out every last one that night. Estelle shouted out a defiant cry, but that was all she could do to resist. “I’m gonna get you for this! I swear! You better look out next time, Tita, Erika! AHAHAHAHAHA, NOOOOO!”

Her screams were so loud that Tita could still feel her ears ringing, long after they had finally let her go in a gasping panting heap. At the end of the day, she decided she much preferred being the tickler to the ticklee, and glad that her mom didn’t use all of those tools on her. She would never come home late ever again.

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“Now that is a very interesting proposal, Miss Egret.” The school principal said, while taking a sip of freshly brewed green tea. “Very well, I accept this idea of yours. It seems like it could be fun.”

“I’m happy to see you like my idea, Principal Le Guin.” The young girl tittered with a bright smile. “I’ll expect your call later tonight, then?”

“Naturally. I’ll make it seem like it was my idea, so there’s no need to worry on your end, Miss Egret.” A faint grin appeared on the principal’s lips. “I’ll be sure to tease him in a way he’ll never anticipate.”

“You’re the best, Principal.” Musse stood up and offered the principal a polite curtsy. All the while, the gears in her head were turning, about how best to ravish the cute little member of her Tea Ceremony Club.

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It was rare for Kairi to be called out by an instructor, and even rarer when it was the principal herself. Ever since he got that message to come to her room at 8 PM sharp, he had been sweating bullets. Did he do something wrong in class? He wasn’t going to get expelled, was he? How could he be a proud Erebonian man if he got kicked out of Thors?!

Well racking his brain about it wouldn’t do him any good. He was in a military academy, when they said ‘jump!’ he’d respond ‘how high?’ Rather than worry about it, he might as well get it over with. He made his way up the stairs, surprised to see a familiar face waiting by the principal’s door as well. “M-Musse?”

The green haired girl tilted her head, and her eyes opened wide in shock. “Kairi? Did the principal call for you too?”

He nodded, “She sure did. I have no idea why though.”

She smiled in agreement. “Well considering it's the two of us, maybe it has something to do with the Tea Ceremony Club?”

“Maybe…” He closed his eyes, “but if that’s the case, why isn’t Maya here with us?”

Musse shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I’m just throwing out hypotheticals. The only way to really know would be to ask her ourselves, right?”

“That’s true enough.” He met her gaze straight on, but quickly averted his eyes. She was really cute, so he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by staring or anything.

“You know Kairi…” She grinned and pressed a finger to her lips, “you’ve been working really hard in the club lately. It’s really impressive to see just how far you’ve come since we’ve started.”

“T-thank you!” He stammered as a blush started to form on his cheeks. “I’m just doing my best! It’s actually been a lot of fun learning about all the little details of the craft! I never knew tea ceremonies could be so interesting.”

“Aww, I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much.” She smiled brightly, crossing her arms behind her back. “It’s nice having a big strong man in the club too.”

“I dunno about big, I’m the same height as you.” He mumbled, trying not to show the blush on his cheeks. She just giggled in response, as the two of them heard stirring from beyond the door frame.

The door swung open, and the principal was there to greet them. “Kairi, Musse, thank you for coming today.”

“Are… are we in trouble?” Kairi asked, trying to steel his nerves and stop his voice from squeaking.

“Why don’t the both of you come inside and have a seat.” She offered, gesturing to the couch in her room. Unable to refuse, both he and Musse tentatively followed her inside. He couldn’t read her expression, as she shut the door behind the two of them. Kairi took his spot on the couch, glad that it was so soft and comfortable. Although he nearly jumped out of his seat when Musse sat down right beside him, her legs practically rubbing up against his. If she knew he was making him uncomfortable, she certainly didn’t show it with that innocent smile on her face.

“To answer your question, Kairi. No, you are not in trouble.” The principal explained, as she walked towards her desk. “The reason I’ve called the two of you here is that I want to help the two of you with some training.”

“Training?” Kairi tilted his head, “What kind of training?”

“Endurance training, primarily.” She explained, as she dug into the drawers of her desk, finally finding what she was looking for. “I thought this might be a good way for the two of you to grow more confidence and stamina.” As she pulled the ropes out of the drawers, he gulped involuntarily. What was she planning on doing with those? “Now, I’d like to ask both of you to rest your legs on the coffee table for me please.”

That look in her eyes meant she wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so he quickly followed her orders and set his feet on the table, following along with Musse. It felt kind of strange to be lounging like this, but he had a feeling that rope wasn’t going to be used for anything good. “What kind of endurance training is this?” He asked, as the girl beside him seemed to be leaning closer to him.

His question was immediately answered as the principal pulled off his shoes faster than he could blink. Before he recognized what was happening, his socks were off too, and thrown off the edge of the table. He looked over at Musse’s legs and found that Aurelia had taken off her socks and shoes just as quickly. How did she move so fast? More pressingly, why did she need to take those off?

“Stay still, you two.” She ordered as she started tying the rope around their legs. He didn’t dare move, partially because he didn’t want to anger Aurelia, and partially because he was becoming increasingly conscious of Musse’s bare legs beside his, and her beautifully pedicured feet. He gulped as the ropes tightened around him, locking his legs in place right beside Musse’s. Just at a glance he could tell the knots were impressive. Even if he tried reaching out to untie them, it’d be nearly impossible from his sitting position. All he could do was wait, wonder, and worry about this endurance training.

“Ooh, I feel so exposed!” Musse teased, as she wiggled her cute little toes. “Whatever will I do with my bare feet all naked and vulnerable like this? Where’s a big strong man to protect me?” She licked her lips as her eyes met his. “Ooh, I found one!” Before he knew it she had leaned over and wrapped him up in a big hug, her soft body pressing up against his. His face was burning with embarrassment, he couldn’t take this kind of thing any longer!

“W-What’s going on?!” He cried out, begging for an answer. However, the answer he got wasn’t one that he wanted. He felt Aurelia’s smooth fingers trace across his soles and he recoiled in shock. Her fingers moved rapidly, tickling the surface with blistering speed. “W-Wait, hold on! What?! PFHAHAHAHAHA!” He shrieked as the principal found the sensitive spots on his feet, which unfortunately for him, was nearly every part of them. His normal voice jumped a few octaves as Aurelia pressed on, a content smile on her face.

“I’ve never had the opportunity to do this before, but I must say I can see the appeal.” She smiled as her fingers ran across his toes. “Perhaps if I try here?” Her hands moved down to his arches, which caused a loud scream. “Or maybe here?”

“Heehehehe, please haha stop! Not there! Hahahaha!” Kairi writhed and squirmed, but couldn’t do anything to escape Aurelia’s teasing. He looked over at Musse who had been spared Aurelia’s touch so far, but what he saw in her eyes wasn’t a look of fear, but one of excitement. Like a predator looking at her prey.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so cute, Kairi!” She squealed, unable to contain her excitement any longer. He could feel his brain overheating as she reached under his shirt, and started tickling him below it. Against the attack of two girls, all he could do was cry out! “Coochie coochie coo, Kairi!” Musse teased as she nuzzled closer to him. “You’re such a ticklish little boy, aren’t you! So cuuuute!” She was enjoying this way too much!

“NOOO! Hehehe, Musse, Principal, please! Stop!” All his cries seemed to do was incense Musse, as her fingers crawled up his belly toward his chest, and under his armpits. “M-Musse! Those are my… HAHAHAHA! NOOOOO!” He wriggled and writhed but suddenly the attack stopped. As he caught his breath, he figured out why. Musse was tied up too, and Aurelia had switched targets, going for the girl instead. He breathed a sigh of relief, she did say it was an endurance test for the both of them after all.

“Teeheehee, principal please!” she squeaked out with a wide smile, “Stop, I’m ticklish!” She wasn’t squirming nearly as much as he was, as Aurelia played with Musse’s toes. He had a feeling she was embellishing a bit, which just made him even more embarrassed. “Hehehehe, oh no, not between my toes, hahahaha! Principal!” She wriggled and squirmed, her face getting a little redder... at least she was a little bit sensitive.

“This is unbelievable.” Kairi said, hiding his bright red face with his hands. “I can’t believe this is happening.” He wanted to hide, but neither Musse or Aurelia were going to let him off that easily.

“It appears that we’ll need to shift to some more ‘extreme’ tactics.” Aurelia said, the tone of her voice scaring Kairi a little bit.

“Yes, I think that would be an appropriate measure.” Musse winked.

“W-Wait? Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Nope.” Musse just giggled as she poked his sides. “Just sit back and enjoy it, Kairi.”

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed to be enjoying, and only grew more confused as he watched the principal unzip her boots, and slide off her own socks. Soon she was just as barefoot as her students, but she wasn’t tied up at all. She pulled up a chair opposite them and extended her legs out, placing her feet in front of theirs. He gulped as she pressed one foot against one of his, and her other against Musse’s. Softly and slowly, she started wriggling her toes against their feet, starting up a one on two game of footsie.

Musse giggled and squealed as Aurelia focused more on her first. He had to admire how smoothly her feet moved, as Musse giggled and squealed, unable to escape her attack. Kairi giggled as well, even though her other foot wasn’t moving as fast, he was still way more sensitive than Musse was. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the principal’s and Musse’s legs, giggling all the while.

“Ooh, principal, your toes are so ticklish hehehe!” Musse shifted towards him more than a few times as Aurelia’s speed increased.

To Kairi’s surprise, Aurelia let out a small giggle herself. “You’re not too bad yourself, Musse. Hehehe, even when you’re tied up, you’re proving quite formidable. Although the same can’t be said for your classmate here.” She turned her eyes to Kairi, as her other foot started moving faster. “You should try fighting back Kairi, unless you’re enjoying it? Hehehehe.”

Her laugh that time was more amusement than being tickled, as now he was facing her full attention. “Principal! Hahahaha Noooo! Stop, this is too much! I can’t handle this! HAHAHAHA!”

“You know what, principal? You might be right. I think Kairi really is enjoying this.” Musse teased as she leaned into him, her hot breath right against his ear. “I think the little ticklish boy likes being tickled.” She blew in his ear, causing him to thrash about wildly.

“I do not! HAHAHAHA! This isn’t fun at HaHAha-all! This is torture, hahahaha!” He writhed and screamed, panic flooding each of his senses. The principal’s expression changed to a self satisfied smirk, as she scooted her chair closer. Before he could ask what was going on, he felt her feet pressing against a different part of him. No longer against his feet, but up against his belly. One foot lifted up his shirt, while the other snuck and held it up. She slid the other foot inside, and pressed all ten toes against his bare chest. His eyes opened wide in horror.

“You should just admit that you like being tickled.” Aurelia said, rubbing her toes against his pecs, “otherwise I might have to start getting serious.” Her grin widened as her feet shuffled across his torso, tickling his chest and nipples with increased tempo. “Well, Kairi? Do you like this?”

He tried to let out an answer, but he was laughing too hard! “HAHAHAHA, NOOOO!” He tried to deny it with every fiber of his being, but he knew that wasn’t entirely true. Despite laughing his head off, and wanting to crawl into a hole to hide his shame, because somewhere deep down he liked this kind of attention.

“Are you sure?” Her feet moved down to his sides, and underneath his arms. A few slow teasing circles with her toes showed that she knew exactly where he was weakest. “Well, Kairi?”

She pressed with a little more force, and he cried out his surrender! “Ok! Okay! HAHAHA! I’ll HAHAHA admit it! This is hahaha kind of f-f-fun! Hahahaha! I like being tickled, okay?! Just make it stop! I can’t hahahaha breathe hahahaha!” With that confession, Aurelia relented, withdrawing her legs, and sitting back on her chair with her feet comfortably on the floor.

Kairi gasped for breath, doing his best to regain his composure. He wanted to regain his dignity, but it was far too late for that. “Just promise me you won’t tell anyone. If anyone knew, I don’t know what’d I do!”

“Of course.” Musse spoke up plainly. “It takes a lot of courage to admit your weaknesses, Kairi, and having courage is a good indicator of manliness, don’t you think?”

“Y-yeah?”

“So your secret is safe with us.” Musse giggled. “I’m really proud of you for loosening up a bit.” Her smile was utterly enchanting, as his face started to turn red again. She turned to Aurelia and gave her a little nod which the principal understood instantly. Kairi watched as she untied Musse’s feet letting her go free. Despite his initial thoughts, she didn’t scurry away. Instead she lifted up her legs, and plopped them right in his lap, a wide smile on her face.

“W-what are you doing?” He asked out of sheer confusion as the green haired girl giggled and wiggled her toes.

“I think you deserve a turn at being the tickler. For being such a good sport about this whole thing.” She smirked as she adjusted the position of her feet just a hair. “Unless you don’t want to?” Her eyelashes fluttered, as she gave him a knowing pout.

“Are you sure?” He hesitated, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. She nodded softly, humming a little tune as she wiggled her beautiful toes in his lap.

“Just be careful, my toesie-wosies are awfully ticklish.” She smirked and let the arches of her feet stretch out. “Can you do that for me, Kairi?”

He swallowed his saliva, and hesitantly reached out for her toes. They were incredibly soft, as he ran his fingers across them, delighting in Musse’s soft giggles. They gave him the confidence to be a bit bolder as he ran his fingers down her soles, prompting a few real giggles here and there. If her delighted expression was anything to go by, she was really enjoying this. And now that he wasn’t being tickled for his life, he could see what Aurelia was doing, as she moved closer to his still tied up feet.

“Now that I get a closer look, your feet are awfully cute, Kairi.” Aurelia fawned as her fingers gently brushed against his toes. “It makes me want to play with them again.” She looked up and gave him a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, I know how enthralled you are with Miss Egret’s feet right now.”

With that rather ominous statement, she took her seat back, and brought her bare feet to his again. He squeaked as her tickling continued, but it was far sweeter and gentler than before, she even let him stop to catch his breath as she played with his vulnerable feet. Which was great, because it gave him extra focus to work on Musse’s beautiful toes. He started going at them with a little more intensity, enjoying her reactions all the while.

“Oh no, I’m being tickled for my life! Hahaha, who will save me?! Hahahaha, please forgive me Kairi!” She squealed in mock terror as Kairi ran her fingers along her heels, but her giggles were telling the whole story. She was having the time of her life, and to be completely honest, Kairi was having a lot of fun too, as he tickled Musse and was subsequently tickled by the principal.

The time just flew by as the principal’s room was filled with the giggles of Kairi, Musse and Aurelia. Eventually, the principal untied him, letting him rest his tickled toes with an amused smile on her face. “This was even more fun than I had expected.” Aurelia said, rubbing her chin, “perhaps I should do this more often. You two will help me out, won’t you?”

Musse and Kairi exchanged a glance before bursting out into laughter. If it was this fun for them, they were sure plenty of other students would enjoy it just as much!

However, they weren’t privy to the rest of her thought process. Aurelia realized that tickling could be an effective method to interrogate people without resorting to violence, and as endurance training it wasn’t a bad option either. For the sweet and innocent like Kairi, a gentle approach could be used, but for the real troublemakers like Ash, she could employ a more ruthless attack. Her mind was filled with amazing ideas, as Musse opened up a whole new world to her. The world of tickling was truly endless!

“You know…” Musse whispered softly as Kairi played with her toes, leaning right up beside him. “If you’d hehehehe like, I know plenty of people who can give you a good tickling time. Hehehehe!” She giggled as he fondled her arches a little bit, her breath warm against his cheek, tickling him in another way.

He nodded affirmatively, “Of course! But before I worry about any of that, I think I need to finish you off!” He smiled widely as he really went to town on Musse’s cute little tootsies, making her squeal with delight as she squeezed him tighter.

“Hahahaha! I’m gonna get you, Kairi!” She giggled as she put her hand on his chin, and gently pressed her lips to his cheek. He was completely stunned at the sudden kiss, and completely vulnerable to the second stage of Musse’s attack! She ducked under his arm, lifted up his shirt and gave him a great big raspberry on his belly. He thrashed and writhed as Musse’s lips tickled him all over again! Even though he was completely caught off guard, he was having the most fun of his life right now, and in his mind he was already thinking about how to pay Musse back.

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“You know Princess, no matter how many times I come here, I’m still in awe of how gigantic the palace is.” Elise Schwarzer said, pushing some loose black strands of hair off her face and behind her ear. “I was quite surprised that your mother invited me out of the blue. Would you happen to know why?”

Alfin simply shook her head. “This strikes me as peculiar, even for my mother. I can only imagine she wanted to surprise the two of us, but with what, I couldn’t guess.” The two girls followed the empress’ instructions and met her in her personal chambers.

“Alfin, Lady Elise, it is lovely to see you again.” Empress Priscilla said with a calm and measured smile. “Please, relax. I have a bit of a surprise for you two.” She gestured to her vanity, where a pair of blindfolds were neatly set.

“Blindfolds?” Elise asked, tilting her head. “Whatever are these for?”

“The surprise is somewhere else within the palace. I wouldn’t want to have it spoiled for you by peeking.” The empress stood up and started unravelling the blindfold. “Lady Schwarzer, will you do the honours?”

“Um… alright?” She squeaked nervously as she stepped forward. Priscilla tied the blindfold quickly over her eyes, not a hint of light shining through the thick silken fabric. “I must admit I’m a little nervous about this.”

“Don’t worry Elise.” Alfin said, doing her best to hide her own anxiety, “I’m sure my mother has something really fun in store for the two of us.” She stepped forward, taking a stand beside Elise. “Okay mother, you can blindfold me as well.”

Priscilla obliged, wrapping Alfin’s blindfold just as smoothly, leaving the two girls completely blind. “Now then you two might want to hold hands so you don’t trip.” She cooed politely, as she took one of her daughter’s hands. Elise grabbed the other one out of nervousness, and the three of them started walking toward their destination.

Alfin tried to figure out where they were from sound alone, but couldn’t figure anything out, other than it was a little quieter than normal. The palace had plenty of guest rooms that hardly saw any use, they might have been heading there instead? Her hypothesis was dashed as they made their way down a deep staircase, into the belly of the palace. She heard a door’s rusty hinges give way and squeak open. Her mind started racing, as she recalled the old stories Olivert used to tell her of dungeons where bad boys and girls go to get punished. She chuckled nervously, surely this wasn’t that sort of surprise, was it?

She could feel Elise let go of her hand, and in an instant she was dropped onto a thick wooden chair. She could feel leather straps tighten around her wrists, as someone tied her up. She wasn’t sure if it was her mother, she couldn’t tell over the panicked squeaks of the girl beside her. “What are you doing?!” She proclaimed desperately, as her legs were tied against a thick platform. She could still hear Elise beside her, but it was likely she was tied up too.

“Alright, let’s remove those blindfolds. Captain, if you would.” The empress said, unravelling the knot behind Alfin’s hair. She gasped as she took in what was going on around her. She and Elise were tied up in chairs, and their feet were tied on a hard metal table. They were in some dark room of the palace, which looked like an honest to Aidios dungeon. However, it wasn’t just three of them in the room, a fourth, Captain Claire Rieveldt of the RMP stood in the corner, a cold silent expression on her face. She must have been the one who tied up Elise.

“What is this all about?!” Elise demanded, trying her best to keep a brave face, but Alfin could tell she was frightened. It made sense, Alfin was terrified too, she had never had anything like this happen to her before. But what scared Alfin even more was the fact that her mother wasn’t responding to her cries, keeping her expression as hard as stone. Alfin tried squirming free, but these knots were tight! They wouldn’t budge no matter how much she tugged and pulled. All she could do was watch, as her mother slowly crept up towards her best friend.

The empress pulled off Elise’s shoes quickly, letting them fall to the floor with a loud thud. The black haired girl gasped as Priscilla reached underneath her dress, and grabbed her nylon tights. With the poor girl pinned down, all she could do was scream, as the empress pulled off her nylons, leaving her legs bare and cold. The two girls could only watch in horror as Priscilla’s lips curled into an evil smile.

“AAAH!” Elise screamed out as Priscilla made her move, slowly spidering her fingers across Elise’s soles. Soft, slow and delicate, but to the sensitive Elise, it was torture as she cried out. “Hehehe, noooo, hahaha, stop! Please, I hahabeg hahahahaha you!” However, her screams weren’t the loudest in the room, as Alfin found that her fear had taken control of her.

“Stop! What are you doing! This isn’t like you, mother!” She bawled as she tried to struggle out of the heavy chair. “This isn’t fair! Please don’t tickle me! Anything but that, I beg of you!” She wanted to weep as her situation failed to change. The idea that this was just some horrible nightmare that she could wake up from was proving to be a false delusion. “NOOOOOOO!” She let out one final wail, before her mother turned her attention to her.

“Are you finished yet?” Priscilla said coldly, “Cry and scream all you like, Alfin. You know what you did to deserve this punishment.” The empress grabbed Alfin’s shoes and threw them to the ground, not caring how expensive they might have been. Her socks ended up in a heap in the same place as her mother ran her fingers underneath her soles.

“AGGH! NOOO! Hahaha, stop!” She squirmed in her chair as her mother tickled with more force, letting out a few sadistic chuckles of her own, as her daughter begged for release. “Mom, please! HAHAHA! Not there, anywhere but hahahaha there!”

“Right here?” Priscilla’s fingers circled around Alfin’s heel, and she gave a delighted squeal at her daughter’s resistance. “Alright, here I go.” She smirked as she continued the onslaught on Alfin’s weakest point. Pleas of ‘No!’ and ‘Stop!’ fell on deaf ears, as Priscilla kept up her assault. “This wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t get so many complaints from the teachers at St. Astraia, Alfin.”

“What? HAHAHA!” She squeaked in between tickles, her mother slowed her fingers just a little bit so that Alfin could actually hear what she was saying, but not enough to stop tickling her entirely.

“Teasing classmates, bullying your friends, making fools of the faculty… That’s not a good look for the future empress, wouldn’t you say?”

“That’s not true at all!” Elise spoke up. “Alfin isn’t bullying anyone! She might be a little aggressive about the things she wants, but she’s not hurting anybody!” Priscilla turned her head, like a predator that found new prey. Elise squeaked as Priscilla moved toward her, and started going at her feet with increased ferocity. “Noooo! Hahahaha! Make it stop! AHHHHHH!” She whined and squirmed as Priscilla played with her new target, a devilish smirk affixed to her lips.

“Oh Alfin.” She said, with a care for the girl she was tickling, “It wouldn’t be punishment if you alone were to suffer for it you know?” Her index finger settled within the webbing of Elise’s toes, causing the girl to squawk in terror. “How do you feel, knowing that you led your best friend into a trap, leaving her beautiful tootsies naked and trembling in terror?” Priscilla giggled as she played with the girl’s toes, delighting in her panicked expressions.

“No! Stop! Hahaha, please, Empress! I can’t hahaha take it anymore! Please, not haha my toes!” Elise pleaded desperately, but those pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Please stop! This isn’t funny…” Alfin begged, praying that she could get through to her.

“I concur. But this is your punishment, Alfin. It’s not supposed to be funny. Well, for you anyway. As for me...” Priscilla cooed as she started fondling Elise’s feet again. “To think I could enjoy your friend’s cute feet, what a delightful treat! However, I think we can turn this up a notch.” The empress pulled open a drawer on the side of the table and pulled out a hairbrush, one with plenty of prickles for undoing some nasty tangles. However it was clear that she didn’t intend to use it on either of their heads.

“No! Stop! Anything but- HAHAHAHA!” Elise’s protests were stifled by the rough bristles rubbing up and down her soles, the tickling sensation spreading faster than her thoughts could. “Please HAHA NO! Haha Stop! HAHAHANoooooo!”
“You’re even more sensitive than I thought.” Priscilla cooed, as she rubbed the bristles down by her heels. “That must be why you always wear thick tights. So your delicate tootsies don’t get tickled by a gentle breeze?” She laughed as Elise wailed in fear and ticklish agony, sobbing through her laughter. “Aww, you don’t like this? Too bad! This punishment isn’t ending anytime soon.” She spoke with such authority that even Alfin was trembling in fear of her.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Alfin cried out. “This isn’t right! Whatever I did, I’m sorry! I promise it won’t happen again! Please Mom! Stop tickling her!” Alfin wept and hung her head, pleading for this to stop.

“Major Claire.” She looked up at the woman watching from the exit. “My daughter is guilty of lying, would you please give her the appropriate punishment?”

“Understood, Your Majesty.” Claire nodded and took her place in front of Alfin’s feet. “My sincerest apologies.” She said, as she started tickling the princess with boundless enthusiasm.

“You’re not sorry at HAHAHAHA all! HAHAHA, Major Claire! I order you to HAHAHAHA, to HA NOOO HAHAHA!”

“That won’t do, Alfin!” Priscilla sneered. “There’s no way out of this! Now accept your punishment like a good little girl and she might go easy on you. Try ordering her around and this will only get worse.”

“NO!” Alfin thrashed and writhed, desperate to get out and escape from this dungeon. Her screams melded with Elise’s as both of them struggled under the tickling assault. “Stop it! Stop it! Make it stop! AHHHH!” Her struggling bore fruit, as her mother’s knots weren’t tight enough to handle her panicked gyrations, and the straps around her arms snapped open.

The only problem was that a trained military officer was right in front of her and was prepared to act. Before Alfin could even think about escaping, Major Claire grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. It was a person restraining her, but her grip was just as strong. Priscilla watched this happen in a matter of milliseconds, and a frown fell upon her face as she set the hairbrush down.

“Alfin Reise Arnor!” She said with a stern voice as she took one heavy step towards her. “Were you trying to escape from your punishment?!”

“N-No!”

“Don’t lie to me!” Priscilla shouted as she reached for her daughter’s armpits. “Good girls don’t need to lie to their mothers!” She started tickling underneath her arms, roaming from the triceps all the way down to the top of her ribcage, showing not a hint of mercy.

“Stop! I’m hahaha sorry! Please! I mean HAHAHAHA it!” She could feel a few tears building up as her mother glared at her.

“Bad girls like you only get harder punishment!” She roared as she focused on the centre of her armpits. “Lying, teasing, bullying, where did I go wrong as your mother?! At the very least you can face your punishment with honour, princess!”

“Nooo… This isn’t fair! Why? HAHAHA, WHY?! What happened to you, mom? Why are you doing this?! I… HAHAHAHA don’t understHAHAHAND!”

“You’re acting like an utter disgrace, Alfin Reise Arnor. If you cannot show dignity now, when will you?!” All she could do was cry. Cry and laugh as her mother kept up her brutal tickling assault. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

“Stop! Hahaha stop! Stop! Stop! HAHAHAHAHA! Make it stop!” Tears streamed down her face, as she desperately pleaded for release, knowing deep down that it was utterly pointless.

She writhed and squirmed, but only felt a chill down her back when her mother averted her gaze. No longer staring her dead in the eyes, she looked over at Elise, and asked her a question. “Elise, would you like to help tickle my foolish daughter? I’ll let you go if you do.”

Elise shook her head, her lips trembling. “I can’t do that to my friend! Please, your majesty, just make this stop! I’m certain she’s sorry and she’ll never let it happen again!”

Priscilla sighed and shook her head. “Oh dear, I don’t want your apologies. You haven’t done anything wrong. Is my daughter forcing you to say those things?” She interrogated, while making Alfin squirm and scream. “Think about all the times she’s teased you about your older brother, or your crushes? Don’t you want to give her some much needed payback for all that anguish?”

“Elise! Don’t HAHAHAHA DO HAHA IT! Hahapleaaaase stop! Don’t listen to her!” Alfin cried out, begging for the punishment to end, but her words were choked out by her laughter, as Priscilla did not let up.

“I’m sorry, your majesty.” Elise gathered her courage, “Alfin might tease me, but she doesn’t deserve to be treated like this! I will have no part in this cruel and unusual punishment!”

“Your courage is commendable.” Major Claire said, still keeping a tight grip on Alfin’s wrists.

“Commendable, indeed.” Priscilla nodded, “however, bravery and foolishness are two sides of the same coin.” She turned her attention back towards Elise who gulped in terror, “and this punishment isn’t over yet.”

“Noooo!” Elise screamed as Priscilla tickled her toes again, bringing the full brunt of her tickling prowess to bear, as the poor noblewoman squealed for freedom. “I can’t HAHA breathe! HAHAHA! Stahahaaahp!”

“Captain, you have my permission to tickle my daughter’s feet. Give her hell.” Priscilla ordered the Major, who quickly took her orders. Despite Alfin’s arms being free, that didn’t matter much when her legs were still being restrained.

“Major! Stop! HAHAHAH! I can’t go on hahahaha!” Claire was only slightly more merciful than her mother, which was to say, not very merciful at all.

“Nooooo!” The girls screamed in unison as Priscilla and Claire tickled their weakest points, the older women well in control of the situation. Cries of ‘Make it stop!’and ‘No more!’ were punctuated by endless giggling, as neither girl had the strength to stop from laughing.

Alfin looked over at Elise as the Major started to tire, and with the smallest of opportunities to catch her breath, she said what she needed to say to her best friend in the whole world. “Thank you, Elise. HAHA, You could’ve HAHA punished me with them, but you HAHA didn’t!”

“You’re my hehehe best friend, Alfin! I could hahaha never hehehe do that to you hehe!” Elise struggled to get the words out, but Alfin could feel the intent all the same. “Whatever happens to us, we face it together.” She gave her the best smile she could, before her face became ravished by laughter.

“How adorable.” Priscilla smiled, “I’m so grateful you have such a good friend, Alfin.” That smile hid ice as she spoke her next words, “So let’s give them something really fun to enjoy together, Major. How does ‘This Little Piggy’ sound to you?”

Claire echoed her sentiment, a wide smile on the Major’s lips. “That sounds lovely, your majesty. I’m sure our two students here will really enjoy it.” As Claire reached for Alfin’s big toe, Empress Priscilla did the same for Elise’s. On the count of three, their nursery rhyme started, and the tickle punishment began anew.

“This little piggy went to market~”

A market full of screams and endless tickles, as the dungeon echoed with Elise and Alfin’s desperate cries. There was no escape for bad girls, and Empress Priscilla was a watchful warden indeed.

Chapter Text

Elliot had never been on the campus grounds late at night before, and thanks to the rumours of strange happenings, he wasn’t too keen to be here either. Not that he believed in ghost stories, but he knew what kind of monsters wandered about in the old schoolhouse, and he knew that this academy was more than what it seemed. Under any normal circumstance, he wouldn’t be here, but this was a class assignment, so he couldn’t exactly refuse.

The one bit of solace for him was the fact that he didn’t have to be here alone. Sure, he’d rather be with all of Class VII, but just having Emma with him made him feel a little more comfortable with the curious situation they found themselves in.

According to the letter Sara gave them, this was a supposed aptitude test with the orbal staff units, but details were impossible to come by, as per usual with their flighty instructor.

“Well, we’re here.” Emma broke the silence. “Should we knock on the door?”

Elliot nodded his head, “That seems like a good idea. I hope this isn’t a prank, but it did look like the instructor’s handwriting, didn’t it?”

“It did, and both of our letters looked the same.” Emma sighed and cautiously knocked on the door. The lack of light and eerie silence made the campus feel entirely different. “I hope this isn’t some kind of prank.”

They waited in silence for a few moments before the door slowly creaked open, their instructor waiting for them with a jubilant smile on her face. “Emma, Elliot, my favourite students! Come on in!”

They entered slowly, looking over their shoulders and around as they did. This whole situation felt strange, and Sara’s smile only made them more uncomfortable. The desks had all been pushed to the back of the classroom, while a large coffee table was placed in the middle of the room, with two plush chairs set up on one side of it. Perhaps even more confusing was the second woman waiting in the corner of the room. Was she from the Reinford Group? Or maybe from the Epstein Foundation?

“What is this all about?” Emma asked the question on the tip of her tongue. “It’s pretty strange for us to be called out like this.”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Emma my dear.” Sara said, swinging her arm around the girl’s shoulder. “You two did get my letter, right?”

Elliot nodded, “Yeah, you said this was some kind of orbal staff aptitude test, right?” He couldn’t help but turn to the woman in the corner, who gave him a wink and a coy little wave. She looked to be about Sara’s age, but she had a weird mystique about her. The designer glasses that framed her face made her look exceptionally mature, but he may have just been comparing her to their child-like instructor.

“Something like that.” Sara said, glossing over any pertinent details. “First of all, why don’t you have a seat while I introduce you to my friend.” She gestured to the chairs, and picked up on the hesitance in her student’s expressions. “Come on, it’s fine! I’d never do anything to hurt my precious students.”

“Saying that just makes me more nervous, but I suppose we can’t just walk away…” Elliot slumped his shoulders and took a seat, resting his arms on the armrest.

“That’s a good boy!” Sara smiled and winked, “and as promised, let me introduce my friend to you. Her smile widened as she gestured to the other woman. “This is Misty, a good friend of mine.”

“Misty? Where have I heard that name before?” Elliot wondered out loud.

“Have you ever listened to Abend Time before?”

“Have I?! I’m a huge fan! Wait…” His eyes widened like saucers, “No way. You’re saying that’s ‘the’ Misty?”

“I’m happy to hear that I’ve got such a big fan in the house.” She spoke up for the first time, her melodious voice could leave no doubt that this was the very same. “I have to thank you for inviting me to help you with this, Sara.”

“Help with what, exactly?” Emma asked as she got comfortable in the chair beside Elliot.

“Weeeell, for starters, why don’t the two of you take off your shoes and socks for me.”

“Huh?” Was the only sound that eked out of the student’s lips, as their faces grew red. “What did you just say?”

“Well, it’s part of what the Epstein Foundation asked for.” Misty explained, taking over for Sara, “Something about elevated heart levels contributing to efficacy or some weird technobabble that I don’t quite understand.” She giggled as she looked over both Emma and Elliot.

“Could it be that you two are a little foot-shy?” Sara giggled back. “You don’t need to worry, this test is perfectly safe.”

Emma and Elliot’s eyes met and they half-heartedly agreed to the two’s suggestions, kicking off their shoes and pulling off their socks. Elliot could feel his face heating up as both Sara and Misty were looking at his feet with awe struck expressions. Even Emma was taking a few peeks at them, wiggling in her chair as she did. He had never seen her legs without long knee socks on them before, so she must have been even more uncomfortable than he was.

“Oh that’s perfect.” Misty gave a seductive chuckle. “Now, why don’t you put your feet up on the table for us. It’s more comfortable than having them on the cold ground, no?” As if in a trance, both students put their feet up without much prompting.

“Ok, now what?” Elliot seemed confused as Sara’s smile covered her entire face, he couldn’t help but notice she was pulling something out of the lectern.

“Now it’s time for this!” Sara exclaimed, as she pulled out the device she grabbed. Suddenly metal cuffs shot out of the chair’s armrests, and locked their wrists in place. Before they could offer a word of protest, both Sara and Misty rushed over and started tying their feet to the table with heavy leather straps. Because they were so fast, neither of them could pull their feet away in time, and their soles were left trapped and exposed.

“Instructor Sara! Miss Misty! What exactly are you doing?” Emma protested as Misty finished tying the knots around her ankles. “This is highly irregular!”

While Emma was launching a formal complaint, Elliot tried to wriggle out of his binds, but was having no luck. He was trapped, and Sara made sure of it, whistling at her own knot tying handiwork.

“You two don’t need to worry.” Misty spoke up, “This is just insurance that you two stay as still as possible. There’s nothing dangerous about this test, I promise. Just in case you can’t trust your instructor for ‘some’ reason.”

“Hey! I take my job seriously, Misty!” Sara pouted, it seemed like she couldn’t escape from people making jokes at her expense no matter where she went. However, her emotions seemed to turn on a dime, as she went from pouting to utterly ecstatic. “Although when I look at them up close, they’re absolutely adorable!” Elliot flinched at Sara’s increase in pitch, causing his toes to wiggle involuntarily. “Aww, and they wiggle so cutely too! I can’t wait any longer, can you Misty?”

“Not a second longer, Sara.” Misty replied with a sly smirk.

“A second for wha-!?” Sara ran her fingers along Elliot’s toes.

“Oooh! They’re so soft too! You’d hardly know they were a man’s feet the way they feel!” Sara chuckled as she ran her fingers down in between the webbing.

“S-Stop! Please!” Elliot writhed and squirmed at Sara’s gentle prodding. “I’m really ticklish! This is bad!” His complaints were falling on deaf ears, as Sara only grew more excited at his desperate remarks.

“Ooooh, you’re ticklish, huh? Well then, I have a little something for that.” She tapped slowly on his heels, her fingers crawling up his feet like a spider’s legs. When they made it to the midway point, she accelerated her pace, tickling the poor boy’s feet like a lady possessed. “Coochie coochie coo! Ticklish boys get ticklish treats!” Sara looked up at him with sheer delight in her eyes.

“Hahaha! Please! Nooooo!” He tried kicking out of his chair, but all he could was wiggle around as Sara had her way with his feet. She slowed down after a few seconds, tracing small circles under the arches of his feet, watching him writhe from the slow teasing tickles. He wouldn’t admit it, but these slow tickles felt kind of good, even if he was still shaking in his seat. “Please, instructor! This is HAHAHA really embarrassing, you know? Hahahaha, staaaahp!”

His instructor had no intention to stop, a mocking smile on her face. “Oh, dear sweet, Elliot. Why would I ever do that?” Her pointer fingers scritched the balls of his feet. “When you’re having such a fun time with this? You like it when I tickle you, don’t you? You like it when I play with your cute little tootsies and sweet soft soles, don’t you?”

“T-That’s not true! I-I HAHAHAHAHA I don’t! I swear hahahahaha!” Elliot moaned out, but Sara would not relent.

“Are you sure?” Sara teased, putting both of her hands on a single foot. “Are you sure you don’t like it when I do… this?” With all ten fingers writhing around his heel he could only shriek in terror, horror and utter embarrassment. “Oh ho ho, it seems like I found our little musician’s tickle spot! How precious!”

“AHHHHHH!” He… heard another shriek greatly overtake his own. He was so focused on his own peril that he almost forgot that Emma was here too, being taken to task by the host of Abend Time. “Let me go! Pleaaaaase HAHAHAHA, don’t touch me there!”

“Sorry, Emma. No can do.” Her tickler was a lot colder in her approach, tickling with a sadistic grin on her face. “I don’t want to get caught slacking off, after all. Now, let’s start with your toes, shall we?”

“No! Please, anything but that! STOP!” She started wailing, but Misty only took that as an invitation to start. Her fingers wriggled and writhed, wearing down Emma’s resistance with each wiggle of her fingers. “Stop! Please! I! I!” Emma squeaked as Misty found a sensitive spot, and started giggling uncontrollably. “Hahahaha! Please, Misty, stop! I’m hahaha begging you! No more!”

“You want more? Well, alright.” Misty smirked, pretending she didn’t hear her victim clearly. “How about we try the balls of your feet next? Or maybe you’d prefer it if I skipped right to your tender arches?” She ran her finger along the plantar fascia, watching Emma squirm in terror as she did. Misty gave an evil grin and said, “Let’s go with that instead.”

“No please, anything but that! Instructor?! Hahaha! Make her stop! I can’t take this anymore!” Emma was howling and screaming, but Misty showed no signs of slowing down, clearly enamored with the thought of making Emma squeal as much as possible.

“Emma!” Elliot called out to her, “Try and stay calm, HAHAHA, you’ll get through it!” He tried to be reassuring, but Sara’s attack on him certainly wasn’t helping matters.

“You should probably worry about yourself first, Elliot.” Sara teased, licking her lips as she stood up. “Since I’m going to turn things up a notch!” She vanished from his line of sights, and popped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest. “Ready for round two?”

“No-”

“Too bad!” She blew in his ear before he could refuse, and pulled his shirt up just enough to slide her hands under it. Completely vulnerable, all he could do was writhe as she tickled under his arms and along his chest. “Having fun yet, Elliot?” Even her breath was ticklish on his ear, causing him to shiver at her innocent question.

“N-No! I’m not having fun at all!” Sara started tickling harder at his denial, “Please! Hahaha Stop it alrea-haha-dy!”

“Oh, Elliot.” Sara tsk-tsked as her fingers flitted around his armpits. “If you don’t tell your instructor the truth then you’re gonna get some serious punishment.” She made him squeal as she teased his sides, and his super sensitive belly. “I might just tickle you so hard that you pee your pants. What will you look like when I do that, I wonder?”

His eyes opened wide in horror as Sara increased her pace, tickling him so hard he tried to get out of his knots again. It wasn’t working though, and Sara could only laugh as Elliot’s face turned as red as his hair. “Wait, Sara?! Hahahahold on! Please don’t do that! Instructor?!” He tried turning to Emma, hoping that she was doing alright, but it seemed like Misty was even more terrifying than the instructor. All he could do was resign himself to Sara’s whims and fancies.

“NOOOO! HAHAHAHAHA, NOOO! NO! NOOOO!” It was all Emma could say as she thrashed about, begging for some kind of release.

“Hey, Misty!” Sara called out to her, “I think I need some help with my other student here. Would you mind lending me a hand?” She said while wiggling her hands underneath his shirt to show she was currently occupied.

Misty stood up and smirked, “Oh my, that does look like fun Sara. I wonder just how quickly he’ll submit to my tickling technique?” She shuffled over and took her place by Elliot’s feet. “You’re right Sara, they are adorable.”

“Aren’t they just?” Sara giggled while rolling her hands around his chest. “You’re a lucky boy, Elliot. To get your cute toes and feet tickled by Misty herself, while the most beautiful instructor in Erebonia has her hands crawling all over your belly!”

“What?! Hahahaha! Nooo! That’s not true at hahahall!” His face was burning up at Sara’s teases, and his body was feeling the heat too as Misty started playing with his toes. Sara didn’t slow down either, lightly tapping his belly with all of her fingers, almost like he was a piano with the way her long fingers fluttered and danced over him. He couldn’t take this much longer!

“Sara, I think the poor boy is almost at his limit.” Misty smirked, “A few more tickles should do the trick.”

“I think so too.” Sara leaned over and whispered in his ear. Her fingers were still going up and down his sides, now tickling around his ribs. “This can all end if you admit the truth.”

“The truth?” He managed to eke out the words, his throat raspy from laughing so much. “What Hahahaha, truth? Hehehehahahaha! What do you mean?!”

“That you love being tickled, silly.” Sara whispered into his ear. “That you can’t get enough of being a cute ticklish boy!”

“And that you love being tickled on your cute little footsie-wootsies!” Misty added, joining in the chorus.

There was no way he could admit to that, could he? A mixture of shame and relief filled his senses as he pondered it over. He did want it to stop, and deep down, he was enjoying it, but could he really say it out loud? With Sara and Misty looking at him so eagerly, waiting for his next words, he had no choice but to admit the truth.

“I love being tickled…” He eked out the words, hiding his eyes.

“I didn’t hear you.” Sara giggled and started running her fingers along his chest. Slow enough that his skin tingled with every touch. Misty did the same with his feet, playing with the tips of his toes. “You’re going to have to say it louder, Elliot.”

“F-Fine!” He raised his voice as high as it could go. “I love being tickled! I love being a cute ticklish little boy. And I really love it when you play with my cute little footsie-wootsies! But I can’t take it anymore! Please, please stop it! I’m at my limit!” He could feel the shame welling up inside of him as he said it, as Sara, Misty and even Emma stared at him.

A few seconds later, he could feel their hands retreating, as Sara’s arms slithered back out of his shirt. Misty stood up and started clapping slowly. “That was precious, Elliot.” She pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. Sara gave him one last tickle over his shirt, making his giggle straight from his belly.

“Well, I have no complaints with that outcome.” Sara smiled as she pulled out the remote she used earlier. With a single press of a button, the restraints around his arms retracted back into the chair. Vita and Sara quickly undid the knots on his ankles, setting him free.

“I-I can go?” Elliot was almost afraid to say it, worried that he might be stumbling into another trap.

“Well…” Sara trailed off. “You are the victor of our little aptitude test, so what would you say to a reward?”

“This aptitude test was just an excuse to tickle us?!” Emma spoke up, finally free from the shock of the situation. “Did the Epstein foundation really put you up to this, or was this just a sick prank you were pulling?!” Elliot had never seen Emma this mad before, it was kind of scary if he was being honest.

Sara rubbed the back of her neck, feeling like she had no choice but to come clean. “Well the truth of the matter is, the principal wanted us to devise scenarios to improve discipline and willpower in our classrooms. Since the decision was left up to the individual homeroom teachers, I wanted to do something fun. If Neithardt was your instructor he’d probably make you swim laps until you puked, or something else totally spartan.” She gave a playful wink and giggled. “You have to admit, being tickled sounds a lot more fun than that, right?”

Emma was left speechless at that comment. Whether she was angry, ashamed, or just confused beyond words, he couldn’t tell. “Well, I thought this was better than swimming laps.” Elliot mumbled softly, which Misty and Sara seemed to enjoy greatly.

“Aww, thank you.” Sara smiled back, “As I was saying though, you did win this little test, so a little reward is in order.” She turned to Misty, who nodded in response.

“I did agree to this, so you have a choice, Elliot. Between me and Sara, whose feet would you rather tickle more? She kicked off one of her pumps, and wiggled her toes in front of his eyes.

“The one you don’t choose will get to tickle Emma some more instead.”

“What?!” Emma thrashed about in her chair. “You mean you’re going to tickle me more?! No! I refuse! Let me go immediately! I don’t want to do this anymore! I don’t care if I fail this test, just make it stop!” She looked like she was on the verge of tears, and her fingers were digging into the armrest.

“It’s a tough choice, isn’t it Elliot?” Sara smiled as she started to unzip her boots. “Between your cute instructor, or making the voice of Abend Time sing, which one would be more to your taste?” She freed one of her feet, and tossed her sock inside the empty boot, wiggling her toes just like Misty. “I won’t dock you marks if you don’t choose me, so don’t worry about that.” She still found the time to make a joke, even while Emma was begging for her freedom.

He could feel his face flush as his eyes darted between Sara and Misty, tickling either one of them sounded like it would be fun, and it’d be a nice way to get some payback for what they put him through. But, he found his eyes turning toward Emma’s locked feet instead. They were wiggling involuntarily, but they looked just as enticing as the other two ladies. He swallowed his saliva and made his decision. “Um… is it alright if I chose Emma, instead?”

“Elliot?! Not you too! I thought you were on my side!” She quivered in fear, feeling betrayed by the one person in the room she thought she could trust. “Don’t you dare touch my feet, Elliot!”

He felt really bad about it, but he knew just how relentless Misty and Sara could be. At the very least, he could be sweeter and gentler, maybe even get her to enjoy this a little. He didn’t want to hurt her or anything, but her anger was still tough to bear.

Sara clapped her hands, unable to hide the smile on her face. “That might have been the best answer you could have given, my sweet little ticklish boy. And I think he deserves an even better reward, don’t you think, Misty?”

“Oh? What did you have in mind, Instructor?” Misty giggled, as she kicked off her other pump.

Sara unzipped her other boot, and grabbed a chair from the desks in the back. Setting it up next to the empty plush chair, she set her feet down on the table. Misty seemed to get the hint, and took a seat in the chair Elliot was sitting in previously. “As your reward, you can tickle all three of us, you lucky boy, you!”

He nodded his head as he approached the three pairs of feet splayed out on the table. Immediately, he knew who he was going to start with, as he propped himself in front of Sara.

“Ooh, staring with me, huh? I’ll have you know, I’m pretty resistant to being tickled.” Sara smirked as Elliot brought his hands closer. “I’m pretty much immune to this kind of thing so-” Elliot ran a single finger against her foot and she jumped. “Heh, I mean you just caught me off- HAHAHAHA!” Elliot did it again, but didn’t stop this time, watching Sara melt far quicker than either he or Emma did. Well if she was that sensitive, then he was going to make the most of it.

“You were saying?” He taunted, as he lightly scratched the underside of her ankle.

“HAHAHA, Wait, this doesn’t count!” She shrieked as he ran up and down the sole of her foot.

This was way too easy. He had to wonder if his second tickle tormentor was just as sensitive as the first. He only needed one hand to make Sara squirm, so he turned his attention to Misty and her delicate feet.

“Going for a two for one special?” Misty teased, “How bold of you!” He gulped as he realized whose feet he was about to touch, which she seemed to pick up on. “Be careful, Elliot! My little toes are super ticklish!”

“They’re really pretty too.” He said as he looked them over again.

Her face went bright red at the sudden compliment. “Thank you-?! Hahahaha wait I wasn’t Hahaha ready!” Before she could finish, he started working on her soles, teasing her pretty feet as quickly as he could. “You’re so mean…” she giggled softly, clearly not meaning it. Her soft giggles echoed in the classroom as he played with them softly and gently.

Despite being the one tickling her, he was feeling more embarrassed about it than she was. “Do you like that, Misty?” He asked out of habit.

“Elliot?! Hahaha, please stop, I can’t HAHA, take it anymore! You’re too good at this, please!” Sara groaned and shrieked as she wiggled about. She wasn’t even tied up and he was splitting his attention, just how ticklish was his poor instructor?

“Hehehehe, you’re really good at this, Elliot. Hehehe!” Misty on the other hand seemed to be enjoying his touch, so he focused both of his hands on her instead. Her melodic voice and gentle laughs urged him to continue playing with the radio personality.

“Elliot, please let me go!” Emma tried calling out to him, her bare feet still squirming in their knots. “You’ve had enough fun, right?” While it was true he was having fun now, there was one person in this room who hadn’t found any enjoyment yet. With a bit of reluctance, he withdrew from Misty and turned his focus to his fellow Class VII member. “Elliot? Please don’t do it! I’m begging you, please stop!”

He didn’t, instead choosing to run his hands along her toes. She started giggling again, but softer this time as he went slowly, trying his best to reassure her with his eyes. “Elliot, no! Hahaha, please, stop!” Her face was growing pink and flushed as Elliot kept up the slow delicate tickling.

“That looks like fun, mind if we join in?” Sara spoke up. Now that she was free from her tickles, her unabashed confidence had returned. She got off her chair and took a seat beside Elliot. Misty had followed suit and sat on his other side. The two older women guided his hand to her big toe, and whispered something in his ear. He smiled at their choice of ticklish fun.

On the count of three, they started to sing ‘This little piggy’, using Emma’s toes. The four of them had loads of fun as the last little piggy went ‘Wee wee wee, all the way home!’ Emma’s squealing laughter wasn’t borne of fear this time, as she enjoyed it just as much as Elliot, Sara and Misty did.

“Noooo! Hahahaha, this is so embarrassing! Make it hahahaha stop! Hyahahahaha!” Emma couldn’t even hide her face from her three ticklers, making it really difficult to hide that she was actually having fun. She could only hope that the things that happened in this room stayed in this room! “I don’t like this at all! Hahahahaha, I sweaaaaaar hehehehe! NOOOOOOO!”

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Renne never thought that she’d ever enroll in a real school for normal kids, but she had changed a lot since the first time she came to Liberl. She supposed that she had her new sister to thank for that, the same one who was walking down the halls of Jenis Academy beside her.

“Ah, this brings back memories.” She said wistfully, “I only got to go to classes here for a couple of weeks, you get to spend semesters here! Aren’t you excited?!”

“Settle down Estelle, we still have to file all the paperwork first.” Renne sighed. Sometimes she wondered who was the older sibling here. “We have to meet this Jill person, right?”

“Yep. Apparently she’s a professor now! Who would have thought?” Estelle chuckled as they made their way down to the campus’ faculty office. There was a woman waiting for them, with long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, and a pair of spectacles on her face.

“Estelle?! Long time no see!” She stood up and hugged the bracer. “I knew you two had the same last name, but I didn’t think you were related!” She relented from the hug to look down at Renne. “Oh, aren’t you a cutie? I’m Professor Jill Ridonor, social studies teacher and head of student administration.”

“Renne Bright, charmed to meet you.” She lifted up the hem of her skirt and gave a small curtsy. “I was curious why we needed to file this part of the application in person. Is there something wrong?”

Jill shook her head. “Please, follow me. I’ll explain on the way.” Renne and Estelle took her word, and followed her over to the annex building, taking the steps down below into the basement. “There’s nothing wrong, per se, with your application. However it’s part of the school’s policy to do background checks on all of our students. And from what we’ve seen, there’s a bit of trouble in your history.”

Renne did her best not to shudder, it was true that she had done some horrible things back when she was in the society, but she had put that all in the past. “Yes, that’s correct.” She said, with an even keel.

“So you’re not in trouble or anything!” Jill said, worried about the look in Renne’s eyes, “We just want to make sure nothing like that will happen while you’re a student here.” She looked over at Estelle who seemed pretty confused by where Jill was going with this, “So the administration has decided that rather than meteing out corporal punishment, any troublemakers will undergo a round of tickle torture instead.”

“Torture?” Estelle winced at the word.

“Well we call it that, but I’m in charge of the whole operation, so I never go too far with people who don’t deserve it! I think this is more fair than giving someone slaps on the wrist or spankings. Plus it weeds out any bad students and keeps them well on the straight and narrow. It’s more of an initiation than anything else, really.”

“I see. And undergoing this tickling is one of the conditions for my enrollment?” Renne asked.

Jill nodded. “Sorry, I know Estelle and Cassius are trustworthy people, but the faculty insisted after seeing your background report. Is that okay with you, Renne?”

“If it’s just a round of tickling, it’s no problem. I want to enroll in this academy and I think this is more than fair.” Renne said, using a confident smile to mask the worry she felt about this.

“Wow Renne, I’m surprised you’re so gung-ho about this!” Estelle teased, “Normally you don’t like being tickled at all.”

“E-Estelle?!” Renne huffed, her big sister always knew how to catch her off guard.

“Don’t worry, you got this! And I’ll be with you too, so don’t you don’t need to worry about a thing, okay?” She said in her most reassuring voice. Renne always could count on that attitude to give her courage.

Jill clapped her hands together. “Great! Now, follow me inside and we’ll get you set up.” She opened the door into the empty classroom, humming a little tune as she turned the lights on. Once Estelle and Renne were inside, she locked the door behind her, indicating that the ‘Tickle Room’ was currently in use. Renne could see plenty of chairs with leather straps on them, even a few with metal restraints instead. She had to guess those were probably for the real bad eggs.

“Feeling nervous yet, Renne?” Estelle blew in her ear, giggling as Renne jumped a little.

“N-No! I’ll be just fine, thank you!”

Jill smirked as she turned back to the Bright siblings. “Before we get you nice and comfortable on our chairs here, let’s run a few tests. Here at Jenis Royal Academy, we respect the scientific method.” Renne just looked on in confusion before Jill gave her next order. “Could I get you to lift your arms up high?”

She did as she was told, raising them straight up to the sky. Jill gave a look to Estelle, who understood immediately, and gently held Renne’s wrists in place. “Is this fine?”

“Perfect.” She purred, as she started running her fingers along Renne’s sides. She swayed a little at Jill’s gentle touch, but didn’t burst out laughing. She couldn’t completely stifle her reactions, as a grin escaped her lips. “Good, Good.” Jill seemed more enthusiastic as her fingers crawled up higher, running along Renne’s armpits. She grinned wider, but was still able to keep her composure. If that was the best she had to offer, then this ‘torture’ was nothing to worry about!

“Hmm, I see.” Jill withdrew her hands. “Sensitive, but not so much that I can really do much on the upper body. “Next is-”

“Hold on.” Estelle spoke up, letting go of Renne’s arms, “You forgot something.”

“I did?”

“Yep, this!” Estelle quickly swooped in once Renne let down her guard, and started running her fingers down Renne’s armpits like spider legs, eliciting a few laughs from the younger girl.

“Ehaha- Estelle! Come on!” She pouted as she regained control of herself, she certainly wasn’t expecting her to join in on the fun.

“I couldn’t help myself, you looked so cute putting that brave face on. Don’t you agree, Jill?”

“Absolutely! Your little sister is a total cutie pie Estelle.” Jill put a finger to her lips and giggled. “But I think we need to try something else. Renne, would you take a seat while I take your boots off?”

“Okay…” Renne agreed, sitting down on one of the chairs with leather restraints, setting her feet down on the table in front of her. Jill quickly got to work, unwrapping her boots and socks like they were a birthday present, gently setting them aside once she was done taking them off.

“Wow! Your feet are so adorable, Renne! They’re just like a doll’s! So white and smooth…” The instructor went overboard with the flattery, making Renne blush from shyness. “Now then, let’s see what these tests show.” She slowly ran her finger along the arch of her foot, causing Renne to jump involuntarily. Jill purred, “Oh? What was that cute little reaction?”

“What do you mean, cute?” Renne tried to keep her poker face, but flushed as Jill’s tickling interrogation found a weak spot in her armour.

“Oh, nothing.” She smirked as she did it again in the opposite direction, causing Renne to jump again. Before she could catch her breath, Jill traced another slow arc along her foot, and this time Renne couldn’t hold back.

“Hahahaha! Wait a minute- HAHA!”

“Seriously?” Jill smirked, “Well, I guess this turned out pretty well.” She quickly tapped on her feet a few more times for good measure, as Renne squealed and squirmed in her seat. “This should be perfect then.”

“Wait, hold on! Not my feet! Hahahaha!” Renne’s complaints were cut short by her laughter, as Jill made a few more playful pokes along her toes. “Haha, hold on, not there, please!” She squeaked as she pulled her feet back by reflex. Jill just smiled at her cute reaction.

“Alright, let’s get you strapped in, and get the real tickle torture started!” She exclaimed with glee. “Estelle, would you mind helping me strap her in?”

Estelle nodded her head, “Sure thing Jill.” She started tying the straps around Renne’s waist, and asked her a question. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“I’ll be fine, Estelle.” Renne replied, doing her best to hide her legs shaking in place.

The older sister closed her eyes as she finished tying Renne in place. Jill had finished getting her legs locked into place, and there was nowhere left for Renne to run. Estelle knew that Jill tended to get out of control when she saw something she liked, so even if Renne was saying she was fine, she didn’t know just how far Jill might go.

“Hey Jill, before you get started, can I ask you to strap me in too?” She asked, stunning both girls in the room.

Jill’s ears perked up, like a cat who had just found new prey, “Oh? Of course you can. I’m not complaining, but why do you want to?”

“As her big sister I don’t want to be shown up, you know?” Estelle smiled and gave Renne a quick wink. Renne would never admit it, but she was grateful that her sister was still looking out for her. Granted, she’d rather have Estelle set her free, but at least she wouldn’t be alone in this initiation.

“Well alright. Go ahead and take your boots and socks off and I’ll strap you in beside her.” Estelle quickly dumped her stregas in a corner of the room, and joined Renne in the chair beside her. Jill made sure to strap the bracer in nice and tight, so she couldn’t break free. “Comfortable?”

“As comfortable as being strapped into a chair gets, I guess?”

“That was mostly a rhetorical question.” Jill teased. “But now that we’re all ready… Let's get started!” Immediately she went down and started playing with their bare soles, no more gentle teasing or prodding, but full on tickling sadism as her fingers danced on their feet. “Coochie coochie coo!” Jill laughed as she delightedly moved her fingers in between and around Renne’s adorable tootsies. Renne couldn’t stop from laughing, unable to hold back her giggles any longer!

“AHAHAHA! Wait, please, stop! Hahaha, Don’t touch meHEHEHEHE there!”

Jill wasn’t listening to her cries however, because her other hand was focused on the older Bright sibling, one who was screaming and cackling even louder than Renne was.

“Hahahaha! Jill, that’s my HAHAHA toe! Hahahaha! Why are you, HAHAHAHA, going at my toes?!”

“Still as sensitive as ever I see, huh Estelle? And somehow your feet have become even cuter since our school days.”

“J-Jill?!” Estelle shrieked, half because of the tickling, and half because of the embarrassing compliment.

The professor melted into a pool of excitement, “Gosh, the two of you are just too cute!” She reached out and started wiggling each of their big toes.

“Hahaha! What are you doing, Jill?”
“What is this Prof-hahahah-essor?!”

“Just a little song, one I’m sure you both know.” Jill’s lips curled into a cat-like grin as she began to sing. “This little piggy went to market~”

The little piggies squealed as Jill made sure to play with each and every toe. She even made sure to do the song again, just to get their other feet nice and tickled. Estelle and Renne were wheezing and panting from the tickle attack, but that only made Jill more excited.

“I don’t like that look on your face…” Renne pointed out, which made Jill start tickling her toes again. “Wait, hahaha, stop! I didn’t mean anything by it! Hahahaha, Noooo!”

“Oh Renne, you’re just so cute, I can’t help myself. If I’m being honest, I wouldn’t mind if you got into some mischief, just so you could keep coming back to me.” Jill started focusing on her feet solely, giving the bad girl some much needed attention.

Renne’s eyes widened in horror. “I’ll be good, I swear! Hahahaha, staaaahp! I’ll be a good girl! Hahahaha!”

Jill smiled at that response, and turned her gaze toward the older Bright sister. “As for you Estelle, you should come to visit more often. I love watching you squeal and squirm after all. In fact…” She smirked as she pulled a hairbrush out of one of the desks. “Do you remember this, Estelle?”

“Jill, no! Don’t you dare! Never point that thing at me, or I swear to Aidios you’ll feel the wrath of a girl with a very big stick!” The bracer struggled and squirmed, but Jill made sure to make those bindings extra tight for a reason. Professor Jill was not about to make a silly mistake, and let Estelle go free, running the brush up and down her soles. “AHHHH! Noooo! Stop, Jill, Stahahahahap! PLEASE! Hahahaha!”

“What was that about a very big stick? Because I’m the only one here with a weapon right now.” Jill cooed, reveling in Estelle’s panic.

“Jill! Take it off! Now! Pf-pf-Hahahahaha!”

Renne couldn’t help but laugh. Estelle always tried to play it cool, so it was nice seeing her on the other side for once. What wasn’t nice was Jill turning her attention to her. “Now now Renne. This is your punishment, not hers. So…” Her smile widened with every step she took, as she brought the hairbrush to Renne’s soles. “Let’s show you why Estelle screams so much when she sees it!”

Before Renne could scream out, Jill started rubbing the coarse brush against her heels, sliding it up to her sensitive arches. “AHHHH! HAHAHAHAH! PLEAAHAHAAHAHASE STOP!!!!” She buckled out,unable to complete sentences under Jill’s furious assault. She would never look at hair brushes the same way again, if she ever got out of this classroom!

Jill slowly relented on the coarse brush, making sure that her captives were still able to breathe after her attack. However, she couldn’t stop herself from playing along even more. After all, with four cute feet in front of her, how could she resist? Jill slid off her own shoes and socks and pulled up a seat opposite the Bright siblings.

“What are you doing now?” Renne asked, her brain too addled to realize that asking questions would only mean more tickles.

“Why, it’s footsie time of course!” Jill punctuated her statement by thrusting her feet out, getting up and under Estelle and Renne, tickling them relentlessly with feet to feet combat. She may have been outnumbered, but numbers were a huge disadvantage in this fight, especially when Estelle and Renne were oh so sensitive. Her feet wriggled and writhed, and all Estelle and Renne could do was laugh, laugh as Jill teased their little toes with her own. Renne could feel her face burning up with every second of footsie that went by.

“If we’re playing footsie, there’s no way that I’ll… I’ll… HAHAHAHAHA! Stop, wait, no not there! HAHAHAHA, NOOOO!” Estelle exclaimed, desperately trying to fight back against Jill, but learning that she was no match for the young professor.

Renne giggled and squealed, but she preferred this tickling to that brush from earlier. She even tried to fight back against Jill, but was very clearly outmatched by the instructor. “Hahaha, stop, please! Hahahaha!’ She blurted out, gasping for oxygen as her sides started to split.

Jill’s feet slowly diminished in pace, either she was getting tired, or the tickle torture was starting to wrap up. Renne was hoping it was the former, as Jill gave her a couple more dedicated toe tickles before pulling her feet away and catching her breath.

She looked up at the prospective student and smiled. “Phew, that was a workout and a half, wasn’t it?” Renne nodded in response, afraid to ask another question and get tickled for it. Jill picked herself up and started undoing the straps that held Renne in place. “Well, you made it through this tickle initiation like a champ, Renne. Congratulations on your admission to Jenis!”

Renne smiled and got herself out of the chair before Jill decided to change her mind. “Thank you very much. Although I wasn’t prepared for this kind of practical exam…”

“Congratulations, Renne.” Estelle said, still trying to catch her breath. “I knew… haha, you could do it.”

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jill asked, tilting her head.

Renne smiled back, “I was a little scared at first, but because Estelle was with me it ended up being alright.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Jill laughed, “You know Renne, if you ever want to see what it’s like on the other side of these chairs, I could always use an assistant to deal with troublemakers. What do you say?”

“Actually that sounds like a lot of fun.” Renne said, an idea dawning on her. “And it just so happens that I see a troublemaker right here.”

“Huh, where?” Estelle looked around, confusion apparent in her expression. “I don’t see any troublemakers. Do you mean outside?”

Jill and Renne shared a look, each knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Renne thought that she wouldn’t mind having a professor like this, as long as she was on her good side. They both got on opposite sides of Estelle, and before the realization could dawn on her, the two girls started tickling!

“No! This wasn’t what I had in HAHAHAHA mind!” Estelle yelled out as Renne got under her arms, and Jill played with her feet all over again. Renne’s tickle initiation might be over, but Estelle’s was just beginning! Cries of “Stop!” and “Please no!” were about the only words Estelle could get out behind a torrent of laughter and tears.

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“This can’t be right, can it?” Kairi said, looking down at the note in his hands. The petite boy scanned the note again for any mistakes that might have been made, but Musse was nothing if not thorough. “The Great Isthmia Forest, by the great tree. You should find a guide when you arrive.” Kairi looked around again, this time noticing a glint of shining armour. He focused in and discovered it was a young woman, with hair the same brown colour as his, and a scowl on her face.

“Are you Kairi?” She asked gruffly, crossing her arms beneath her chest.

“Uh, yes!” He stood upright at the question. “Are you the guide that Musse was telling me about?”

The brunette nodded her head. “My name is Duvalie. I don’t know why she wants you to go to Eryn, but I suppose that’s just one of her crazy plans in action. Follow me, and don’t get lost, okay shrimp?”

“I have a name too!” Kairi voiced his protest as he chased after the moving knight, “It’s Kairi!”

“Alright then, Kairi. Do you have any idea what this is about?”

He shook his head. “No idea.”

“Figures.” Duvalie groaned as she came up to the shimmering stone inlaid in a pedestal in front of a few nondescript trees. “Well kid, follow me and place your hand on the stone. This should take us directly to our destination.”

Kairi gasped as the girl took his wrist and forced his palm onto the stone. He could feel a warm light surrounding him as a flash of magic took him. When he opened his eyes again, he was in an entirely different place, where the sky seemed to shimmer and the village in front of him seemed to have enough energy in the air to make his skin tingle.

“If this is for some kind of training, I expect the elder of this place will probably have some idea.” Duvalie said, taking stride towards the largest house in the village. Kairi nearly lost her while looking around in amazement at all of the strange scenery in this little village, but quickly snapped to attention at her loud “Harrumph!”. He made tracks and followed her inside to the atelier, but stopped as she did, confused at what was going on.

“W-W-W-What are you doing here!?” She burst out at the sight of the people inside. Clad in very similar armour to her own, three women were sitting at a table having a conversation with a young girl dressed in an old styled but very elegant dress. “My Lord?! Ines and Ennea too? S-Someone explain, right this instant!”

“Please be at ease, Duvalie.” The blonde woman said, her majestic composure and elegance even had Kairi spellbound for a few seconds. “I understand your decision, and I have not made light of it, but this village is a neutral ground for our rivalries. Besides all of that, Roselia here is an old friend of mine. I thought it prudent to visit her before the battles truly kicked off in earnest.”

“I-I see.” The emotional girl started to settle down a bit. “I guess that makes sense. So this must all be some sort of strange coincidence then?”

Arianrhod rose from her chair, answering Duvalie’s question with a soft giggle, turning her attention towards him instead. “I see now. I understand now what Vita meant when she described you…” She mused to herself, inspecting him like he was a private in the army. She tilted her head a little and poked at his sides, prompting him to giggle without warning.

“H-huh?” He was very confused by her form of greeting, but it would only be polite to introduce himself. “I-I’m Kairi! It’s very nice to meet you, um...?” She withdrew her hands and smiled serenely at him, causing his pulse to quicken just a little bit.

“My name is Arianrhod, young Kairi. It is lovely to meet you as well.”

“Hmm, he is awfully cute…” The red headed woman with the gruff voice said.

“I have to agree, Ines. I can’t wait to play with him.” the blue haired woman responded back.

When he heard the word ‘play’ he had an idea of what was going on. Musse did promise to introduce him to people who were interested in tickling, and this must have been some of them. He knew she’d been awfully busy as of late, so this must have been her way of showing that she cared. “Um, so who’s going to be-”

His lips were sealed by a single finger, as the blonde woman whispered softly in his ear. Her soft voice and breath tickled against his skin as she leaned in. “Shh, don’t spoil the surprise for our dear Duvalie, okay?” He nodded quickly in response, sealing his lips so fast he almost started holding his breath.

“I take it you’re ready, Lianne?” The young girl spoke up for the first time. The blonde nodded at that name as well, making him wonder what he should call her exactly. Given the scowl that Duvalie had on her face, he felt more comfortable with calling her Arianrhod. “Good, then you can follow me to the lounge.” Everyone in the room followed her to their destination, a warm seating room with a large three person couch drawing his attention first and foremost. There was a long coffee table in front of it, enough for someone to spread their legs on top of it. He had seen this kind of set up before, in the principal’s office. “Does this work for you?”

Arianrhod nodded her head. “Thank you, Rose.” She turned her attention to the two guests and gave an order, “Now, I’d like both of you to take a seat on opposite ends of the couch, please.” Neither of them refused her orders, taking their places like they were told, and placing their feet on top of the coffee table in front of them.

“Is this good?” Kairi asked, knowing what was coming next. Seeing Duvalie’s confusion at the whole situation made him a little nervous, but he was a lot calmer than he thought he would be.

“Yes, that’s lovely Kairi. While I would love to start with you, I’d much prefer to begin with Duvalie. I hope you don’t mind if Ines and Ennea take care of you for a while?” Before he could offer a verbal agreement, the other two Stahlritter were in front of him. Ines started unlacing his shoes and pulling off his socks, while Ennea took the seat in the middle of the couch, and used her position to roll his shirt over his head, and over the couch.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun, Kairi!” Ennea giggled in his ear as her soft fingers traced against his skin.

“I hope you’re looking forward to it.” Ines smirked as she poked at his bare feet.

“W-What are you two doing to him?! That’s indecent! Aren’t you knights of the Stahlritter!” Duvalie shouted, before realizing that her master was also stripping her shoes and socks. “M-My Lord! What are you doing to me! This is inconceivable!” Her protests fell on deaf ears as Arianrhod lifted her legs up, and got to work on her tootsies.

Duvalie went from shouts to shrieks as her master started tickling her, the ticklish victim digging her fingers into the couch cushions to maintain some sense of stability. “My HAHA Lord?! Hahahaha, please, stop this inst-hahaha, this instant!”

“Oh my, you always were a sensitive one, weren’t you Duvalie?” Ennea giggled at the former knight’s plight.

“Your screams are pretty cute, Duvalie.” Ines added.

“They-They are not! HAHAHAHA!” Arianrhod had taken to working on the meat of her soles now, with a piercing glare in her eyes.

“It appears you need to train harder, Duvalie. This sort of weak point is unacceptable for a knight of your caliber.”

She cried out for help, but none was coming, as Ines and Ennea turned their attention back to the prone half-naked boy in their grasp. “It’s your turn now, little one.” Ines said, rubbing her fingers gently across his arches. Her touch was softer and more delicate than her appearance would have led him to believe, and he couldn’t help but giggle in joy. Ennea was enjoying playing with his chest as well, her soft touch sending chills through his body as the two of them started their slow tickling attack.

“Hehehe, wait, hold on you two!” Kairi said, squirming in his seat, “My feet are teehehehe-ticklish!”

“Ticklish and adorable.” Ines said straight out, “This was certainly worth the time.”

Ennea cooed into his ear, “Aww, look at his tootsie-wootsies wiggle when you touch his arches. Aren’t you just precious? Really enjoy tickling his feet for me, won’t you, Ines?”

Ines smirked, sending a chill down his spine. “Of course. A cute little boy like him deserves the best tickles I can offer!”

He thrashed around in his seat a little, and the two Stahlritter decided to move in earnest. Ennea’s hands danced all over his chest in a flurry, while she softly cooed and whispered in his ear, “What a cute boy you are, don’t you love my fingers tickling you like this?” He laughed harder as she blew into his ear, tickling him in a multitude of ways. At his feet, Ines started using her strength, digging into his feet with a little more force, running her fingers up and down his arches.

“Hahaha, that tickles!” he squealed a bit as he bounced around. With no restraints on him, he was free to lean into and away from tickles as he pleased and Ines ended up pushing him into the blue haired Ennea’s grasp. She seemed quite fond of the turn of events, as she moved from blowing in his ear, to blowing kisses and raspberries on his bare belly. He could feel his face heating up in embarrassment as the two girls tickled and played with him without remorse. “Wait no! That’s embarrassing! Haha, please, stop it! Hehehehe!”

“Oh my, are my kisses your weak point, little Kairi? Well let’s see how much you like this?” She giggled before taking a deep breath, and blowing another big raspberry on his belly button.

“WAIT! Ahahaha! Noooo! Pleahahahahase!” Kairi writhed in his spot, his hands desperately trying to get some semblance of payback. His fingers managed to reach underneath her shirt, and rub against her belly.

“Ehehe, ooh, you’re a naughty boy aren’t you Kairi?” Ennea teased as she pulled away from his grasp. Her lips curled into a smile from his desperate tickling attempt and as an idea flashed through her mind. “Well naughty boys get more ticklish kisses! Chu! Chu! Chu!” She leaned down and kissed him all over his belly, putting her full ticklish prowess to bear as her hands joined in tickling underneath his arms.

Arianrhod looked down at him, and couldn’t help but giggle herself, watching the scene with a warm smile. Her tickling assignment was not nearly as agreeable as the boy was, as Duvalie thrashed and writhed in fear. She wanted to join in on the fun that Ines and Ennea were having, so she proposed a solution.

“Rose, would you mind restraining Duvalie with one of your spells, please?” She asked the girl standing by and watching the whole tickling session play out.

“Very well, but only because you asked so nicely.” She gave a cat-like grin, as she waved her finger in the air, binding Duvalie’s legs to invisible shackles in the air. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t get free. “I take it you want me to take your place as well?”

“If you could, please.” She asked nicely, and Rose nodded, wiggling her fingers in the air with a creepy grin on her face. Duvalie freaked out at her touch, but Arianrhod had already moved to other things, looking down on Kairi. “It looks like you’re having a lot of fun, aren’t you Kairi?”

He tried to say yes, but all he managed to get out was stifled laughter. He had hoped the smile on his face told her everything she needed to know.

“How would you like to change things up a little bit?” She offered, signalling with her eyes to her Stahlritter to slow down their tickling just enough so he could answer her. “If you would like, you may have the honour of tickling me.”

“My Lord?!” Duvalie shouted, “Are you hahahahaha, serious?!” She screamed while Rose kept up her assault. “Don’t do it, Kairi! I’ll hahaha, I’ll… I’ll, HAHAHAHAHA!” She couldn’t maintain her composure or her indignant attitude for long under her tickle torture.

“A-Are you sure?” He stuttered, surprised at the stunning question asked of him. “I-I mean, with someone like me?”

Ennea rose from her spot on the couch, and circled behind Kairi, her breath still hot on his ear. “You know, it’s not everyday a man has the honour of touching Lord Arianrhod’s soles. A great knight like her wouldn’t ask this of just anyone, you know?”

He swallowed the spit building up in his throat, as confusion, anticipation, and just a little bit of Ines’ tickling washed over him. If she was willing to go that far, then what right did he have to refuse her? “Ok, I’ll do it.” He said, mustering the best manly voice he could.

Arianrhod seemed to appreciate that answer as she took her seat in the middle of the couch, and propped her sock-clad feet delicately upon his lap. “Feel free to take them off, Kairi.” She said without hesitation, so he responded in kind, slowly unravelling the white socks from her feet, and setting them to the side. With her gorgeous soles fully exposed, all he could do was gasp in awe.

“They’re so beautiful…” He gazed at her legs longingly, her cute little toes wiggled at the unexpected compliment, while her soles were free of wrinkles or blemishes. He had seen some beautiful feet before, like Musse’s and Principal Aurelia’s, but Arianrhod’s feet seemed to have a shine all on their own. He only paused for a second, before he began to slowly massage and tickle her soles.

Her melodious giggling echoed throughout the room, surprising most everyone inside. The smile on her face didn’t lie, she was really enjoying Kairi’s touch. “You’ve got soft hands, Kairi.” She cooed, “you can be a little more hehehe aggressive, if you’d like.”

Kairi nodded his head and started moving his fingers with more force, prompting a stronger reaction from the Steel Maiden. Despite that, she stayed completely in place, not flinching or shirking away from Kairi’s tickles. He was impressed that she could stay relatively still while she was laughing her head off. “Keep hahahaha going!” she insisted, “You can do hahahaha even more, Kairi hehehehehe! It feels really good! Hahahahaha!”

“Ok then, I’ll try.” Kairi nodded his head. He was far more used to being the one getting tickled, but if she was going to request he try harder, then he was going to do her best. Her cute and innocent laughs were more than enough incentive to keep going. When his fingers ran across her toes she jumped just a hair, but her voice escalated.

“Hehehehe, oh no Kairi, those are hehehehe really hehehe sensitive!” She wiggled her toes a little bit to try and escape. “I really hehehehe go crazy when you hahaha do that! Hahahaha!”

“I certainly didn’t expect that…” Ennea said, now standing in front of Kairi’s exposed feet. “I didn’t think our master could laugh like that.”

“Well, if young Kairi is redoubling his efforts, perhaps we should do the same, Ennea.” Ines grinned, running her fingers along Kairi’s soles.

“I couldn’t agree more.” She followed up by teasing his toes, the two pronged assault making Kairi giggle in tune with Arianrhod.

On the other side of the couch, it looked like Duvalie was starting to get frustrated with Rose’s erratic tickling attack, and with her body being restrained magically, there was nothing she could do to escape from it. “Stop tickling mehehehehehe already! I, I swear! I will not sta-hahaha stand for this hahaha!”

“Well you’re not standing at all, are you?” Rose teased, wiggling her fingers incessantly under the balls of her feet. Kairi was starting to feel bad for the head knight, it didn’t look like she was having nearly as much as he and Arianrhod were. It just wouldn’t do if she wasn’t really enjoying this. An idea suddenly sprung to mind, and he temporarily let go of Arianrhod’s feet to let her in on his idea. She seemed to agree, and beckoned Rose over.

“W-what are you planning?” Duvalie shuddered as she saw a glint in Rose and Lianne’s eyes. Her question was answered as Rose cast another spell, levitating her off the couch, and over to the other side of it, with her legs hovering right above Kairi’s lap. “H-h-hold on! Is this even safe?”

“My magic is perfectly safe.” Rose scoffed. “But you might not be…” Duvalie shuddered at her wicked grin, and started to thrash about.

“It’s going to be okay, Duvalie.” Kairi said, trying his best to reassure the girl. “Just try and relax, and just enjoy it.” Upon those words Lianne lifted her legs a bit, and Kairi guided the Steel Maiden’s feet to Duvalie’s, watching as their soles made contact with each other. Duvalie flinched a bit, as panic filled her face at the thought of touching her lord’s feet with her own. “Coochie coochie coo” He called out, guiding Arianrhod’s and Duvalie’s feet to a game of footsie.

“Wait, make it stop!” Duvalie begged, “Don’t make me hahahaha tickle my lord! Hahahahaha!”

“Your feet are so hehehehe ticklish, Duvalie, it’s adorable.” Arianrhod chimed in with a bright smile on her face. Upon seeing that smile, Duvalie’s resistance started to wane. If her master was enjoying it so much, why couldn’t she enjoy it too?

An idea formed in her head, as her face failed to conceal it. “Not as ticklish as yours, my lord! Maybe this is hahahaha a battlefield I can win on! Hehehehe!” She laughed partly from the tickling, and partly from the thought of getting the upper hand on her master in the most fun way possible. All the while, Kairi had a front row seat to the tickle spectacular going on between the beautiful ladies of the Stahlritter.

Ines and Ennea saw what was going on between Duvalie and Arianrhod, and decided that they wanted to try it with Kairi, so they started to remove their socks. “Excuse me, Rose. Could you float us up like Duvalie, so we can play with Kairi?” Ennea giggled, wiggling her bare toes around.

The small girl was pouting, but agreed to their request. “Very well…” She said quietly, conjuring the spell to float them and lock them into place. “But let’s make things more interesting, shall we?” With the ladies of the Stahlritter all restrained, she conjured up magical feathers, with a myriad of soft ticklish barbs. “Because I want in on this too!”

“Oh no!” Ennea shrieked, “Not my feet! Ahahahaha!”

“It seems I was caught off hahahaha guard! You win this time, Rose! Hahahaha!” Ines joined her fellow Stahlritter’s laughter in chorus.

The room echoed with laughter as all six of them tickled each other in fits and bouts of uproarious laughter. Everyone had turns playing with Kairi and Duvalie, while they got their own turns with Rose and the other members of the Stahlritter. In the future they might be enemies, but for today, they were tickle buddies, and enjoying every second of it!

Chapter Text

“Well, all of the paperwork is in order.” Elie said, looking over the letterhead that had been arranged in the Crawford family living room. “All we need is your signatures and Juna can become a true member of the SSS, not just in spirit, but in law as well.”

Juna looked in awe at the older woman with the beautiful pearl-grey hair. She had gotten everything arranged so quickly, she half believed that Elie had prepared for this outcome beforehand. Soon, she’d be a true member of the SSS, all she needed were the signatures of her parents. She wiggled in her chair as her parents looked the documents over. One thing was for certain, they were being very thorough with their inspection.

“This almost sounds too easy.” Her mother said, setting the papers down. “As much as I believe in you, I just want to make sure you’re really prepared for this. Working in Law Enforcement isn’t always a walk in the park.

“But she’s already passed all the courses in the police academy, and with her extra credits from Thors, she’s more than qualified to join us. Heck, she has more experience than Lloyd or I did when we first started!” Elie rose to her defense, but Matthew and Lina Crawford just shook their heads.

“I think what my wife means is that we want to give you one last test to make sure you’re really ready for this. Even though you’ve grown so much, you’re still our oldest daughter, Juna. We just want what's best for you.”

Juna’s shoulders slumped, but only for a brief moment. If she wanted to be like the SSS, she couldn’t let a minor setback like this get her down. And she had undergone plenty of grueling training before this, what possible test could her parents give her that she would need to worry about. She placed her hand on her chest and spoke up proudly. “Fine, but if I pass your test, you’ll sign those documents right, Mom? Right, Dad?”

Lina nodded and pulled out some blindfolds. “Alright then, shall we get started?”

“Two blindfolds, ma’am?” Elie tilted her head to the side. “I understand one but…”

“You’ll be a part of this test as well, Miss MacDowell.” Her mother said. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll be fine.” Elie was skeptical but let the Crawfords blindfold her as well as Juna. Settling down in their chairs, all they could do was listen as they heard the sounds of papers shuffling, furniture moving around and the shuffling of footsteps.

She nearly jumped when she felt her mother’s hand on her leg, asking her to lift them up for a second. In that brief moment, her dad, judging by his rougher hands, tied her ankles to a stool, one that wouldn’t budge or tilt when she moved her legs. Not that she could move very much anyway, the most she could do was wiggle her toes like this. That wasn’t it for knots either, as she felt her arms being bound to the armrests of the chair she was sitting on. Even though she couldn’t see, she could tell it would be hard to break free of these restraints easily, as she tested them a few times.

“Don’t squirm around so much, you two.” She heard her mother chide, followed by a slight gasp from Elie. She must have been pretty nervous, but other than that brief lapse, made sure not to let it show. They heard a little bit more movement and shuffling, before her parents were ready to conduct their test. Lina and Matthew took off their blindfolds simultaneously and their eyes were open to an entirely new living room.

Well, it was still the same room, but it took on a more ominous tone with the lights dimmed and both her and Elie restricted by the ropes around their limbs. Her mom and dad were standing in front of them, fingers wiggling in a very menacing, yet very childish way. Old memories came to mind, and she was hoping they weren’t going to say what they looked like they were going to say.

“Our final test for you is just a little bit of tickle torture.” Her dad explained, “If you can make it through what me and your mother can do to you, I’ll gladly sign off on letting you become a member of the SSS.”

Her face paled at the mention, annoyed, shocked, and just a little bit scared that they went exactly where she thought they were going. “WHAT? T-Tickle torture?! Are you serious?!” She rocked against her restraints a bit harder, but there was no way they were going to budge. “This is ridiculous, Mom! Talk some sense into Dad!”

Lina Crawford just wagged her finger at her daughter. “Juna, it’s not that simple. You said you were going to do this, and now a little tickle torture is going to hold you back from your dream? Do you really want to become a member of the SSS with that attitude?”

“But-”

“But nothing.” Lina stated with emphasis, cutting her off. “This is training for the potential scenario that you get captured by the enemy. Aidios forbid it ever happen, but if it does, they’ll do far worse than tickle you.”

She had a point, but it didn’t mean she had to like it. Lina took her silence as an opportunity to take off her socks, pulling them off in a quick motion. “Tickling me is one thing, but why are you doing this to Elie? She just came here to bring the paperwork, she’s already a member of the SSS!” Her voice was cracking as she pleaded to her parents.

“It’s a simple test of resolve.” Lina explained, walking over to Elie, who looked much more concerned than Juna was. Her mother ran a finger along Elie’s sole and smirked, as the tied up girl shuddered in place. “If Matthew and I feel that you can’t handle this, we’ll tickle her instead. If you were really captured, you’d be responsible for her punishment, wouldn’t you?”

This test was already cruel, but there was no way Juna could let anyone else get harmed because of her. “Fine! I’ll go through this silly tickle torture you have planned, and make sure Elie stays safe!”

“You can do this, Juna. I believe in you.” Elie said, nodding her head. Even when she was nervous, she was still giving her best. It was something to aspire to, and helped Juna steel her resolve for whatever was going to happen next.

“Very well then.” Lina said, looking at her husband. “Matthew, go ahead.”

“With pleasure, Lina.” He smiled and slowly ran his fingers along her toes, poking and prodding to find where she was most sensitive. His hands were rough and gentle, but he could still find exactly where Juna was most ticklish, even after all these years. “Coochie, coochie, coo, Juna!” He grinned with delight while Juna squirmed in her chair, and grabbed her by the tips of her toes. “Are your tootsies still super ticklish?”

Juna squirmed in her seat, her face going red from all of the embarrassing memories he was bringing up.“D-Dad, please! I’m not a-hahahaha, a child! Stop tehehe-teasing me!” Unfortunately for her, he did stop teasing her, tickling her soles with much more force now, causing Juna to burst out in laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHA, NO! Dad, stop it.”

“As soft and cute as your toes are, your heels are really sensitive too, aren’t they?” He teased with a brilliant smile, which would almost be endearing if he wasn’t smiling at her suffering!

“Hahahaha! Dad, stop it! Please!” He found the sensitive spots by her heels and went to town on them, making her spew out laughter uncontrollably. “No! Hahahaha, stop, not there! Hahahaha!” Juna tried kicking her legs up but the ropes still held on tight, no matter how she struggled.

“You know~” Lina teased, running her fingers along Elie’s toes. “I really thought you had more in you than that. It hasn’t been a minute, and it seems like I already need to tickle Miss MacDowell.” She pulled off both of Elie’s long socks and Juna’s eyes widened. “You’re such a naughty girl, Juna, abandoning your friend like that.”

“Juna?” Elie whispered, but clamped her mouth shut the second Lina ran her fingers along her bare toes. Juna could only look over in concern, as she knew just what her mother was capable of.

“I really feel like you should worry about yourself first, Juna.” Her dad said in a calm and measured voice, but his fingers were anything but calm as they splayed and spidered along her soles.”

“Hahaha, NO! Make it st-st-STOP! AHAHAHAHAH!”

“Juna, it’ll be okay!” Elie tried calming her down, but Juna could tell Elie was anything but calm right now, especially with the way her mother was tauntingly wiggling her toes, and delighting in making the older girl flinch in terror.

“Oh I’m looking forward to this.” Her mother said, a mischievous glint in her eye, “You have such lovely legs, and sexy feet, Elie. The more Juna whines, the more I just want to go ahead and get started playing with these!”

She couldn’t take it anymore! Juna squealed, “Dad, please stop! Stop tickling me-ehehehe! This isn’t funny- hahahahaha! Make it stooooop!”

“Tsk, Tsk. I really thought you could handle more than this, Juna.” Her mother said with disappointment in her voice. “It’s such a shame, really.”

“I can hahaha-handle this!” She said, not sounding convincing at all as her voice broke from the laughter, and a shadow of fear crept across her face as her mother stared her down. Before she could get another word out, Lina struck, taking the opportunity to tickle her belly with both hands. Juna’s eyes shot open as tickles wracked her entire body, and a stream of laughs escaped her lips. “Hahahahahaha! No, stop, HAHAHA! PleaHAHAHAHASE! HAHAHAHAHA!”

“What’s the matter, Juna? Too much for you?” Her mother said with an odious grin. “Still just as ticklish as you were when you were a little girl?”

Juna couldn’t even offer a response, the only thing that came out of her mouth was endless laughter. “Hahahaha, make it stop! Stahahahahp! Please, AHAHAHAHA, stop it- hahahaha!” But her parents showed no signs of stopping, seeming to tickle harder in the face of her protests.

Elie had had enough, and spoke up, much to the surprise of the Crawfords. “This has gone on long enough! I don’t understand the need for this kind of test, but as far as I’m concerned, Juna is one of us already, and I will not allow a fellow member of the SSS to suffer alone! You may do your worst, I will take it all in stride!”

They were so impressed that they stopped tickling Juna entirely, instead sharing a look, and a knowing nod. Lina left her place by Juna’s side, and moved over to Elie’s bare feet. “Your courage is certainly praiseworthy, but are you really sure you can handle this?” Her mom didn’t wait for Elie to respond, instead getting to work on her soles, with fervor and finesse.

“I will not yield!” She grit her teeth, trying her hardest not to burst out laughing, but Lina was having none of it. Her hands moved so quickly that finding Elie’s weak points were easy, and once they were found, the relentless teasing began. Elie’s face flushed as her fingernails dug into the armrests, her cheeks puffing up as Lina’s tickling wore her down. Her heavy breathing was finally broken, as a desperate shriek escaped her lips. “EEEEEEEK! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

“That took me by surprise.” Lina said, shocked at how high pitched Elie’s squeals were. “But you have some utterly adorable reactions, Elie.”

“This isn’t funny! AHAHAHAHA!” Elie squealed in terror as Lina tickled her in force. “Nooo-hohohoho!” Juna couldn’t believe Elie could make noises like that, it was surprising to see the cool beauty ravaged by just a bit of tickling. But just as she was thinking that, her dad returned his duties and started tickling her again, her laughs joining the chorus of screams.

“AHAHAHA! Dad, please! Not hahaha there! Anywhere but there-hahahahahaha!” His hands had found a home just under her toes, a place which was way too sensitive for her own good. Her dad was relentless, and almost didn’t give her time to catch her breath. She was going blue in the face from laughing so much, as she begged to be let go. “Please hahahahaha, make it stop, dad! I can’t, I can’t, I can’t HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh, but we haven’t even got to the best part yet.” Her dad said without a hint of hesitation. “After all, I got this fine piece of equipment right from Mishelam.” He pulled out a fluffy feather, and with a smile on his spectacled face he said, “I can’t wait to see your cute tootsies twinge in ticklish terror!”

“EEEEEEK! Noooooo! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Juna squealed as Matthew brought the soft feather down and around the webbing of her toes. It was way too soft, so she couldn’t do anything else but squeal and her sensitive toes were teased and played with. “Hahahahaha! Ahahahaha!”

While she was getting tickled with something soft, Lina had different ideas in mind for Elie, bringing out one of her old hair brushes instead, running the pointy bristles along the girl’s soles. “Oh your reactions are so delightful, Elie.” She smiled as the bristles raked across her feet. “I want to hear all the cute sounds you can make!”

“Nooooo! This is the-hahahahaha-worst!” Elie struggled and writhed in her chair, but every time she did, Lina just raked harder.

“You haven’t seen my worst yet, dear.” Lina laughed as she brought it up to the ball of her foot. “But if you ask nicely~” The brush came down again, and Elie laughed even harder this time, her shrill cries echoing throughout the room.

“EEEK-Hahahahaha! It hurts, hahahahah! I’m laughing so much it-hahahaha hurts!” She tried to sniffle but couldn’t because she was laughing so hard. And unlike her father, Lina wasn’t content to give her a moment’s rest. “Please, ahahahaha! Make it stop! I'll do-hahahaha anything! Please! HAHAHAHA!”

“Anything?” Lina leered at her, “Well there is one thing you can do.” She pushed hard on the brush as she spoke, “You can let Juna take all your tickles for you. That seems fair, doesn’t it?”

Elie squealed as Lina pushed in harder. “No, Never! Ahahahahaha! I won’t do it! Hahahaha! I’ll never sell her out, never in a mil-hahahaha-lion hahaha years!”

“Then let’s see if you can really last that long.” Lina smirked, and the tickling torture continued for a million years. At least it felt that way to Juna, but a quick glance at the clock in the corner of the room showed only ten minutes had passed. She didn’t know how much more she could take, her sides already hurt from laughing so much.

Her dad looked over at her mom, and the two of them nodded their heads, pulling away from the two girls and standing up. “Alright, I think that’s enough tickling for one day.” Her dad’s words brought a sigh of relief, as all of the tension she had built up relaxed in an instant. “I’m proud of you for sticking it out, Juna.”

“And I’m quite impressed with your resolve as well, Elie.” Lina said, bowing her head, “I apologize for going a bit overboard there, I turn into a different person when tickling cute feet, I hope you can forgive me.” She raised her head to look Elie in the eye, “In truth, we wanted to test you as well. To make sure you’d be a good role model for our daughter, and if you’d be willing to help her in a dangerous situation. To say you’ve blown away our expectations would be an understatement.”

“I… see.” Elie spoke up, gathering up the energy to speak again. “While I am grateful you think so highly of me, I don’t ever want to go through this again.”

“If it does happen, it won’t be because of us.” Lina teased, giving Elie’s feet one last gentle prod and eliciting another giggle, before undoing the ropes and letting her go. “I’m sorry about that last one, your feet were just too cute to ignore.” Her smile was so genuine that Elie had a hard time complaining.

Juna laughed at the scene, feeling grateful that it was finally over. As her father undid the ropes around her wrists, she chuckled and said, “Thank Aidios we’re done. But I feel like I’ve gotten somewhat used to tickling now.”

Her dad paused what he was doing, and looked over at his wife. “Are you sure about that?” Lina asked, as her dad stood right behind her. Juna realized something was wrong, but it was too late as her dad lifted her arms above her head while her mom closed the gap and dived for her armpits. “NOOOOOO!” She shrieked as her parents went on a tickling spree. “Elie-hehehehe, you have to hahahaha help me! Hahahahaha!”

Elie was free now and she got out of her chair slowly. She took a second to steady herself but she walked up toward Juna. Not towards her parents to shoo them away, but toward her still tied up legs. “You know…” She said, a glint of madness in her eye, “Your feet are awfully cute, Juna. You wouldn’t mind if I gave them just a little attention, would you?”

Juna’s eyes widened in horror as the girl she thought was her ally betrayed her, and joined her parents in a tickling spree. “Hahahaha! Elie, whyyyyyy! Hahahahaha! Why are you tickling me there?! Ahahahahaha! Mom, dad, please, stop it! AHAHAHAHA!” Despite her screams and tears, her tickle test wasn’t over just yet. It’d still be a while yet before she could be a true member of the Special Support Section.

Chapter Text

“Ugh, I can’t stand her!” Alisa grumbled as she reached into her purse, digging for her set of house keys, “Why is mother always like this!” She found the right set, and after thumbing through the countless keys she picked up as the manager of Reinford’s 4th Division, she thrust the door open wide and threw her purse on a nearby chair.

“Sharon?” She called out, after not getting an immediate reply from the diligent and abnormally astute maid of the house. “Are you here?” The lights were off too, so she probably went out for a bit. She took another step inside, and immediately wished she had Rean’s talent for sensing people. “Is someone- EEEP!” A hand closed over her mouth and stifled her sudden scream.

Before she could respond to the danger around her, the felt bag in the assailant’s other hand had already covered her head, blinding and partially deafening the world around her. She tried to scream and lash out, but another set of hands had grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, binding her with thick wires. In a matter of seconds she was wrapped up with no hope of escape. She felt gravity evade her as one of her kidnappers lifted her up and carried her on their shoulder like she was a piece of luggage. She couldn’t believe she was getting kidnapped in this day and age, and it didn’t sound like her screams were getting through to anyone.

“Let me go! HELP! Please!” The person carrying her jostled her and adjusted their grip, their hands brushing against her belly. She shuddered and shouted, “Watch where you’re touching me!” as she tried to ignore the ticklish feeling that just went through her body.

She swore she could hear her captors laughing as they descended down the elevator, no doubt waiting to throw her in the back of an orbal car. The best case scenario is that they’d only hold her for ransom, but without her orbment on her, help wouldn’t know where to go to find her. Worst case… well, she’d rather not think about it. She couldn’t move her arms and legs and her throat was starting to get sore from yelling out.

The elevator dinged, and the kidnappers were on the move again. She screamed out one more time, but got nothing in response. It was well and truly over for her. They carried her for a minute, before stopping in front of a door, the telltale creak of the hinges informing her. Were they not in the underground parking garage? No, this had to be somewhere else, as she heard the door shut behind her. The captor that had been carrying her all this time set her down on a hard wooden chair. She tried thrashing around, but the kidnapper’s strength was far greater than hers as she was held in place by her grip and the wires around her.

“What are you doing? Do you know who I am?” She screamed out, “You’ll never get away with this!” She remained indignant while her captors didn’t respond to her outburst. “When I break free you’re going to wish the police were the first people to find you.”

“Would you kindly bind Miss Alisa to the wall?” One of the captors finally spoke.

“With pleasure, my lady.” Why did their voices sound familiar? She couldn’t tell through the bag, but something felt even more wrong about this situation. And bind her to the wall? What did they mean?

Her question was answered instantly, as the top she was wearing was sliced open, buttons scattering to the floor as her body was suddenly exposed. What were they planning to do to her? “Stop! Don’t you dare!” Her screams were still muffled by the bag over her head, and she could feel her assailant lift her arms over her head. Cold steel cuffs locked around her wrists and her attempts to pull away were left completely futile. She pulled and pulled, but got not an ounce of resistance from the chains around her wrists. She was locked to the wall, and if not for her bra and skirt, she’d be completely exposed to these monsters. Fear was truly starting to set in.

“Excellent. I’ll handle this part.”

“Understood, my lady.”

Seriously, why did they sound so familiar? Before she could ponder that, she felt hands pulling on her boots. Were they planning to strip her nude, one piece of clothing at a time? She couldn’t allow them to go any further! “Stop it right this instant!” She kicked and yelled, but the two sets of hands holding her down combined with her arms being tied up meant she could only muster up a token show of resistance. This one wasn’t nearly as adept as the first when it came to handling her, but before long her boots had been taken off, and her ankles were tied down, propped on what was probably a table of some kind. Whatever they were planning to do to her, she couldn’t escape it now.

She glared forward, putting on the bravest face she could, while praying that someone would find her. “Remove the bag.” The one who bound her feet said. She was finally going to find out who her kidnappers were. The bag was snatched away from her face and the sight she saw made her go through every emotional reaction she had in the span of three seconds.

“MOTHER? SHARON?!” She screamed out at her captors. “What do you think you’re doing! Do you have any idea how terrified I was?! No, beyond that, why would you even kidnap your daughter?! What is wrong with you!” She looked around the room, recognizing it at the lowest basement of the Reinford building, one well below the parking garage, and only accessible to the CEO and other upper staff members of the company.

“Alisa, please.” Her mother said in her usual dismissive tone, “You’re the one who always wants us to get along as a family. I just thought it’d be prudent to have some family time together.” She pushed up her glasses and sneered, “However you’ve been more defiant than usual during our conversations, so I believe it was appropriate to punish you as well. I am your mother and your employer after all.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Alisa roared, “What logical conclusion could possibly lead you to kidnapping your daughter and calling it family time?! Let me go right now! Sharon, undo these ropes this instant!”

But Sharon had no interest in listening to her pleas. Nor did her mother for that matter, as she instead chose to unravel the thin socks around her ankles, and slowly pull them off her feet. Her teeth chattered as she looked down at the cruel smirk upon her mother’s lips and fear crossed her mind for the second time today. “Just what are you planning to do to me?” She asked, fearful of the answer.

“Sharon and I have decided that we will be engaging in tickle torture as your method of punishment.” She stated plainly. “Be thankful I talked Sharon down from doing worse.”

“Excuse me?!” Alisa yanked at her bindings, wriggling around as best she could, but the knots around her ankles were too strong, and there was no way she was getting out of the handcuffs above her head. She could see her mother wriggling her fingers like spiders, and cried out. “No! Stop that! Get away from me right now!” But her hands just kept getting closer. And closer. Closer still until… they finally made contact with her feet. “STOP!” She screamed out as her mother picked up the pace, making hard contact with her bare feet. She bit her lip and tried to contain her voice, but it didn’t take long before her laughs started to echo throughout the isolated chamber. “Hahahaha! Make it stahahahahp! Please! NOOOO!”

“My my, lady Alisa. You are awfully ticklish, aren’t you?” Sharon giggled while putting her hand in front of her lips. She wanted to tell her that wasn’t funny, but she was too busy trying to breathe from laughing so hard.

“Perhaps you can treat this as a valuable lesson. If you didn’t want to get tickled, you shouldn’t have argued with me regarding your budgeting proposal.” Irina mocked her, and wiggled her fingers even faster.

“No! Hahahahaha! You’re being absurd ahahahahaha!” She turned to her maid and pleaded with her, “Sharon, please hahahahahelp me! I’m begging you-huhuhu!” Her eyes were starting to water from this torture, but Sharon could stop it at any time! All she had to do was set her free!

Sharon did none of those things. “Oh my, your poor belly button is exposed to the cold. I suppose you wanted to show it off for master Rean, but you’ll have to settle for me playing with it instead.” She placed both hands on her stomach and started wiggling her fingers around. “I wonder if your stomach is as sensitive as your toes?”

Alisa burst out crying, “Nooooo! Not you too! Hahahahaha! Please, Sharon, stop it, AHAHAHAHA! This isn’t funny anymo-hahahaha-more!” She pulled on the handcuffs as hard as she could, trying to rip them from the wall, but her attempts to escape were in vain. “Please, I’m hahahaha sorry! Make it stop, please! I’m hahahaha begging you! Hahahaha, please!”

“You don’t like this?” Her mother sneered, “Too bad.” Alisa thought her mother was going full speed, but it turned out she could wiggle her fingers even faster and she went as hard and fast as possible on her bare soles.

“AHHHH! Mother, stop it! I’m going to pass hahahahaha out! Ahahahaha, AHHH!”

“I thought you were supposed to be strong and independent. Surely a strong and independent woman such as yourself would be able to handle yourself with more poise and grace in a situation like this. I’m very disappointed.” She said calmly, even though she never let up on the tickling for even a second’s reprieve.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” She tried to complaint but her attempts at sane and rational argument proved futile in front of her crazed mother and her loyal-to-a-fault maid. “Why are you- HAHAHAHAHA!”

“I’m sorry, Lady Alisa, but your mother is right. This is a very important time for the Reinford family, you should cherish it.”

With no allies, Alisa howled. “Stop! It’s not fair! Ahahahah, I can’t hahaha, I can’t even hahahaha, take it anymore! Sharon, stop it, please! Please hahaha, stop it!” She twisted and shook as hard as she could, and the faintest hint of tears were escaping her eyes. “I can’t take it anymore! AHAHAHAHAHA, STOOOOOOP!” Alisa’s voice cracked, her desperate pleas for leniency left unanswered.

“This is far more pathetic than I could have imagined from you, my dear daughter.” Irina sneered and diverted her eyes away from her daughter’s ticklish soles and instead towards her loyal maid. “Sharon, you may need to provide a better example for my foolish daughter. I trust you can handle it without being restrained?”

Sharon beamed and nodded her head. “Of course, my lady. However I would like to request that I am still allowed to tickle Lady Alisa in the process.”

“Understood. In fact that was exactly what I was thinking, Sharon.” Irina said, still prodding and poking at Alisa’s soles, but thankfully going at a pace where she could at least breathe every few seconds or so.

“Sharon? Don’t tell me you’re actually volunteering for this insanity! What is-” Irina sped up, “HAHAHAHA, no, stop it, mom please!” She exclaimed with tears in her eyes.

“Begging will get you nowhere with me, young lady.” She said sternly, although a faint hint of a smile remained on her lips as she did.

With an extra skip in her step, the lavender haired maid pulled out another chair and brought it beside Alisa, showing just how serious she was about this. She pulled off her long boots and equally long stockings before baring her legs in front of both Reinford women. Irina split her attention, using one hand each on both of the girls.

“Teeheehee, Chairman, that’s a really ticklish spot! Hehehehe!” Sharon let out some melodious laughter after a few seconds of attention, but kept her posture perfectly still despite that. “You see, lady Alisa, it’s not so bad.”

“You’re hahahaha crazy!” Alisa whined, still flinching despite only having a single foot being tickled right now. “This is hahahaha-horrible!”

“Per-hahaha-ps, but I have no intention of letting you off the hook. Teeheeehee!” She smiled as she ran her hands along Alisa’s belly, getting an even better angle to tickle her thoroughly. Alisa flinched at her touch.

“S-Sharon?! Why are you doing this, ahahahaha!” Alisa squirmed like she never squirmed before, as her two tormentors ratcheted up their pace.

Irina snickered, “You see how much more disciplined Sharon is than you, Alisa? Being able to keep your poise in any situation is the true mark of a future business leader, and right now you’re nothing but disappointing.”

“That’s because you’re going easy on her!” Alisa blurted out in a single breath, before the sensitivity of her feet caused her to burst out laughing again, “Ahahahaha, stop it, hahahaha! It’s not hahahaha fair!”

“Perhaps a demonstration is in order to correct your… misgivings.” Irina pulled away for a brief moment to reach into her nearby handbag, giving Alisa a chance to catch her breath. But she gulped when she saw the stiff and pointy hairbrush that her mother pulled out of her purse.

“Don’t you dare!” She warned, but she knew that look in her mother’s eyes all too well. There was no way she was ever going to stop. The brush drew closer and closer and Alisa screamed out, “STOP IT! MAKE IT AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, STAAAAAHP!”

The rough brush scratched at her feet, the combination of prickly pain and tickly pleasure, made Alisa bawl. “No! No! No, stop hahahahaha! Make it hahahahaha stop! This is even hahahaha worse! Why?! Hahahaha, why are you doing this?!”

“Do you understand, Alisa?” Irina taunted her, “Between my fingers and my hairbrush, which one would you rather be tickled by now?”

“Neither-AAAAAAH!” As soon as the word escaped her lips, she knew it was the wrong answer. Irina pushed even harder with the brush, raking it against her sensitive soles.

“Hmm? I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.” Irina mocked, scratching the brush back and forth, back and forth until-

“Your hands!” She shouted, “Anything but hahahahaha but the hahahaha the brush! Please!”

“Aww, lady Alisa, your screams are just so adorable.” Sharon punctuated her statement by running her fingers right along the edge of her belly button. “You really are quite precious when you’re honest.”

“Quite so.” Irina nodded her head, finally putting that dastardly hairbrush away. “If this is what it takes to make you more honest with yourself, Sharon and I should do this more often. Perhaps set a monthly appointment in order for us to bond properly.” She glanced over at Sharon, who was already making a mental note of her mother’s horrible idea.

They were completely serious weren’t they? Alisa could feel the sweat pooling down the back of her neck, as this terrible one off experience might become a monthly torture session. With all of her strength, she cried out, “NOOOOOOOOO! HAHAHAHA, Why are you doing this! AHAHAHAHAHA-WAAAAAAH!” Tears spilled from her eyes, as the two older women just laughed. “WHY ARE YOU HAHAHAHAHA, DOING THIS? MAKE IT HAHAHAHAHA STOP ALREADY! NO MORE! AGGGGGGHHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“It’s rather impressive that you can scream like that without hurting your voice.” Irina smirked, slowly ramping down her tickling torture. Maybe her wrists were finally getting tired. Alisa had no idea how long she had been at it, but she almost never stopped during this entire tickle torture session. Sharon seemed to be winding down as well, sharing a small glance with Irina before planting one single raspberry on Alisa’s bare navel.

“Pfft, hahahaha!” Alisa giggled before Sharon pulled away and stood up barefoot on the cold ground. “Is it finally over?” She asked, meeting her mother’s gaze with a defeated look.

“It can be, if you promise never to argue with me regarding your budgeting proposals.” She crossed her arms and explained at length that she knew better how much money the company could afford to put in her R&D division. It was a sound enough argument, and she simply didn’t have the strength to handle another one of these family bonding times.

“Alright, alright, I understand! I won’t argue with you about our budget!” She hung her head, “Just please, stop tickling me to get your way!” She didn’t have an ounce of strength left to belabour the need for more cash flow.

Sharon glanced down at her and bowed her head. “It doesn’t seem like you enjoyed that very much, lady Alisa.”

“Enjoy it?” her voice cracked, “How could I possibly enjoy being tickled until I couldn’t breathe? What part of that was supposed to be fun?!”

It only took a second for Irina to turn her back, for the super maid Sharon to act. The cuffs around her wrists were opened, and the knots by the table undone in the blink of an eye. Alisa pulled herself away, just as Sharon grabbed Irina from behind and quickly put her mother in the same compromising position she was just a few seconds earlier.

“S-Sharon? Explain what you’re doing this instant!” Irina shrieked, and her cool facade crumbled in an instant.

“I serve lady Alisa as well, Chairman Irina.” Sharon replied while pulling off the woman’s pumps and ankle socks. “And I think it’s only fair that my lady gets a turn for all that she put up with. What do you say, Alisa?”

Her eyes widened, as her mind shifted from surprise, to the sweet thrill of payback. She wiggled her fingers up and down, her wrists a little sore from the handcuffs digging into them, and realized that this would be the perfect form of revenge. “Gladly, Sharon.”

“Stop what you’re doing! I’m your mother, young lady!” Irina pleaded desperately, trying to retain some sense of control, but Alisa wasn’t having it. Every last ditch effort Irina Reinford made crumbled when Alisa started going at her feet, rolling her fingers up and down her mother’s soles with reckless abandon.

“Eek!” A voice escaped her lips, and Alisa went even faster. Irina puffed her cheeks to try and trap her laughter, but she couldn’t contain it for long, finally bursting into uproarious laughter at her daughter’s touch. “Hahahahaha, noooooo! Make it stop, please! I’m ticklish, I’m ticklish!” She broke much faster than Alisa did, and answered the question of how she herself got to be so dang ticklish.

“Oh my.” Sharon’s eyes widened. “I certainly didn’t expect chairman Irina to scream like this. Perhaps you have a tickling talent that has lain dormant all this time.” She gave Alisa a small smile and asked her a question. “Are you having fun now, my lady?”

Alisa smirked, and looked down at her writhing mother down below. “You know what, mother? Maybe tickle torture really is fun!” She punctuated her statement by grabbing the hairbrush left behind, prompting her mother to give one gigantic scream.

“MAKE IT STOOOOOOOP! Anything but that! NOOOOooooo-hahahahahahahaha! NOOOOOOO!”

Chapter Text

“Is this the place?” Kairi turned his head and scanned the busy streets. He had never been to Crossbell before their field study, and he didn’t really have time to explore and see the sights. According to Musse’s directions, the place he was looking for should have been on West Street, the penthouse of the Villa-Raisins apartment building. He wasn’t sure who Musse knew in Crossbell, but the new situation couldn’t help but excite him a little as his heart raced in his chest.

He tread carefully, walking up the stairs until he made it to the very top. Checking to his left, and then to his right he ensured no one was watching as he calmed his nerves. “All I have to do is knock and tell them who sent me-” He mumbled as he reached out, only noticing the presence behind him once their arms looped under his own and lightly tickled his sides. “Hahahaha! What the?” He gasped and turned around, coming face to face with a blonde beauty. Her sultry face was illuminated by bright golden waves, and her trendy high-class outfit practically screamed ‘celebrity’! It was only then that Kairi realized who this was, the blazing sun of the Arc en Ciel, Ilya Platiere herself!

“Hey little cutie, what are you doing here?” She smiled as she wiggled her fingers along her sides. “You wouldn’t happen to be the ticklish boy that Musse sent our way, are you?”

“Umm, that’s right…” Kairi blushed a little at that introduction, “I’m Kairi, it’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Platiere.”

“Please, just call me Ilya.” She smirked, “Considering how close we’re about to become, formality will just get in the way, little cutie.” She was doing her very best to hide just how excited she was, his slightly flushed cheeks were just so precious. “Would you like to come inside and get comfortable?”

“Yes that’d be lovely- whoa!” He was startled by the woman suddenly lifting him in the air, carrying him like a bride inside to her apartment, showing not a hint of struggle as she carried him. He had gotten used to some pretty embarrassing things, but this one took the cake as he tried to hide his face with his hands.

“Awww!” Ilya squeed, and Kairi’s face got even hotter. “Rixia is going to love you!” She stated with the utmost confidence as she whisked him into her living area, setting him in the middle of a large couch. Ilya sat down beside him, sandwiching him between her and the other young woman sitting there. Her long purple hair, kind face, and bombastic figure was utterly unmistakable. If Ilya was the burning sun of the famed theater troupe, then Rixia Mao was the shimmering moon, reflecting her light and shining just as brightly. “Look what I found!”

“Hi there…” He giggled to hide his nervousness as he introduced himself, he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet two beautiful celebrities like this! Just how wide was Musse’s information network?

“It’s nice to meet you, Kairi.” Rixia smiled softly and his heart skipped a beat. No wonder she was so popular in Crossbell! “I’m Rixia Mao, and I’m sure Ilya has already introduced herself.”

“C’mon Rixia, you’re too stuffy! Relax a little!” Ilya smiled and turned to Kairi, “Now then Kairi, are you ready to be tickled like you’ve never been tickled before? I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty skilled at this too.” She said with so much confidence that Kairi couldn’t doubt her for a second, especially when she started to playfully poke him in the ribs.

“Hehehe!” He giggled softly, “I’ll be fine, but are you sure this is alright with the two of you? It must seem like a pretty strange request…”

“Not at all.” Ilya puffed her chest out, “I love tickling cute people, as my co-stars can certainly attest to.” She grinned and wiggled her fingers at Rixia, who responded with a nervous laugh.

“Yes, Ilya quite enjoys going after Sully and I. I’ll admit that I’m not well practiced in the art, but Ilya seems to have so much fun tickling others that I’d like to understand the appeal.” She closed her eyes, “Plus I owe Musse a favour, so this seems like fair compensation.”

“Rixia, you’re still too stiff~” Ilya teased, “Just admit you want to play with a cute boy every once in a while!” Laughter rang in her voice as she glanced over at Kairi. “So, are you ready to get started?” He nodded nervously, and Ilya wiggled her fingers in approval. “Rixia, why don’t you start with his feet, and I’ll take his upper half.”

Rixia followed her orders, kneeling in front of him, and slowly pulling off his socks and shoes. While she took his footwear off, Ilya unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it off, exposing every ticklish aspect about the boy in one fell swoop. “Ooooh, how cute!” Ilya cooed as she wrapped herself around him and started playing with his exposed belly.

“Hehehehehe!” Kairi giggled as Ilya’s fingers went to work, “Wait a hahaha second, I’m not ready! Hahahaha!”

“It’s too late now, Kairi! You’re all ours now!” She smirked and considered just what she was going to do next. Meanwhile Rixia was enamored by how dazzling Kairi’s feet were, and how they’d wiggle and tense up as Ilya was prodding him.

“So cute…” She mumbled as she cautiously brought her hands to his feet. “Let’s see how you like… this!” She focused on the arches of his feet, gently tickling him and watching in awe as his legs kicked and tensed up. “And so soft too. Musse described you as the perfect ticklish boy, and I can see she wasn’t kidding.”

“Hahaha! Rixia, no! Not there!” He giggled and squirmed, his feeble protests getting drowned out by his laughter as Ilya and Rixia got into more of a rhythm.

“Do you like it here?” Ilya teased as she tickled underneath his armpits, watching his face flush and pucker up trying to stifle his laughs. “Or how about here?” She went down to his ribs, and her fingers made him sing.

“Ilya! Hahahaha, my sides! Oh no hahahaha! Make it stop! Hahahaha!” Kairi squealed and squirmed, as he tried to catch his breath.

Ilya’s grin grew wider as an idea crossed her mind. “Well then you’re going to love this.” She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, her hot breath tickling his cheek. “Rixia and I are going to play with you all night long, until you’re completely crazy for us and our tickles.” She pulled away from his flushed face, and sucked in her breath. Her hand moved up and down his sensitive sides and her lips came down of his belly, peppering him with loud wet raspberries. Theonly thing drowning out the sound of her loud raspberries was the raucous laughter of Kairi as he tried to keep his cool.

“HAHAHA! It’s so hahaha embarrassing! Make it hahahaha stop! Ilyaaaaaaa!”

“Hmmm, naaaah, I don’t think so.” Ilya denied his request outright, glancing up at him with shimmering eyes. “Buuuuuut, if you can say ‘I’m a cute ticklish boy’ for me, maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

Rixia of course was still playing with his feet, admiring the boy from her pristine vantage point. “They’re so cute, I’m jealous.” She said offhand as her fingers wiggled and writhed against his soles before moving to his sensitive toes. “You should probably listen to Ilya or it’ll get a lot worse.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll hehehehe admit it!” Kairi spoke up, gaining his confidence, “I’m a cute ticklish boy! I’m a cute ticklish hehehehehe boy! Just stop with the hehehehe raspberries! Hahahahaha!”

“Did you hear that, Rixia?” Ilya purred with excitement.

“I sure did, Ilya!” Rixia giggled at Kairi’s cute reactions. “I’m a cute ticklish boy~”

“Who’s a cute ticklish boy?” Ilya smiled and wiggled her fingers, making Kairi’s back arch upward, “You’re a cute ticklish boy! Yes you are~” Ilya was having so much fun that she entirely forgot that she promised to go easy on him.

Rixia was nice enough to just play with his feet softly, never going as hard as Ilya would go on her, but she was loving his cute little reactions all the same, and wanted to make sure he was feeling just as much joy from being tickled as she was from tickling him.

They continued like this for a while, teasing the ticklish boy to his limit until finally Kairi rocked back into Ilya’s waiting arms, and the two girls made sure to shower him in one last heavenly barrage of tickles! Kairi laughed and laughed until he had no more breath to exhale. “Rixia! Ilya! Hehehehehe! This is too hahahahaha much! My toes and my sides can’t hahahaha take it, AHAHAHAHA!”

Rixia looked up at him, and worried that he might be getting tickled too much. “Ilya,” She called out to her, slowing her own tickling down but not stopping completely, “I think Kairi might be getting tired, what do you say to giving him a little break?”

“Aww, but I’m not done tickling him yet.” Ilya sighed, but changed from her full on tickle attack into lightly prodding his chest and nipples. “And I want to play with his cute little feet, you make them look so sensitive Rixia~”

“He should probably get a turn too, it wouldn’t be fair if he was only on the tickling end of it all.” Rixia opined, “What do you want to do, Kairi?”

Now that the girls had relented on their tickling enough to catch his breath, (but not enough for a few laughs to end up escaping), he was able to put to words the idea he had. “Um, would it be alright for me to tickle your feet, Rixia? And if that’s alright, Ilya can tickle my feet with her own, maybe?” He nervously made eye contact with the two girls, “um, if that’s alright I-” Ilya reached out and poked at his ribs mid sentence, giving him a light and loving tickle, “Hahahahaha! I-Ilya?!”

“Ooh, a lovely idea from a lovely ticklish boy!” Ilya clapped her hands together and smiled. “Rixia, why don’t you sit down beside him and put those beautiful soles of yours on his lap?”

“Well, alright, I guess I can do that.” She said, with a nervous blush adorning her cheeks. Shuffling away from the floor, the three of them got into more comfortable positions, as Ilya pulled up another chair in front of Kairi. Rixia placed her feet on his lap, and Ilya sat across from Kairi, taking her socks off and placing her feet sole to sole with the boy.

Kairi took off Rixia’s socks much like one unwraps a birthday present, and what he saw did not disappoint. Her feet were absolutely adorable, and Rixia’s bashful reaction at his excitement only served to make him even more excited. “They’re perfect!” He gawked, “and they look so silky smooth too!”

“K-Kairi, stop!” Rixia said, placing her hand to her cheek. “They aren’t that great or anything…”

“Is that so?” Ilya teased, “Well Kairi, tell me, what do you think of my feet?” She pushed her bare toes against his soles to get his attention, before lifting them up for him to admire, and wiggling her sensuous toes in front of his face.

“They’re really cute too…” He said sheepishly, averting his eyes from their lustre.

“Is that all the reaction I get?” Ilya pouted in an exaggerated manner, “No I get it, Rixia’s feet are really pretty after all, I guess it makes sense that you’d like hers more than mine.” Her expression switched on a dime, from jealous to straight up possessive as she pressed her soles against Kairi’s. “I guess I’ll just have to punish you properly~”

With that warning, she rubbed her toes against his soles and started playing footsie with him, eager to get him to succumb to these new found tickles. Kairi giggled, but he didn’t want to leave Rixia out of the fun, so he took to running his hands along her feet, tickling her with just as much enthusiasm as she was doing to him earlier.

“Hahahaha!” Rixia’s giggling was melodious, “You’re really good at hahahaha this, Kairi!” She tried her best to keep her cool, but once Kairi ramped up the intensity, her voice grew even louder, “HAHAHAHA, You’re even better than hahahaha Ilya is! Hahahaha oh nooo hahahahaha!” Rixia squirmed in his grasp, and her cute reactions were masking just how loud he was laughing from Ilya’s feet on his.

“You’re not hahaha bad at footsie either, Kairi!” Ilya teased, “But I can’t wait to see what you can do with your fingers if you can make Ri-hehehe-xia scream like that!” She scrunched up her soles and wiggled her feet as fast as she could against the boy’s steady technique.

“Hehehe, your feet are so smooth, Ilya!” He cooed, as he tried to keep pace with the dancer’s fervent technique, “And Rixia’s are so hehehe soft and squishy, I could just play with them- hahahaha all day long!”

“S-stop!” Rixia squealed from embarrassment, “Don’t call my feet hehehehehe squishy!” Kairi took the opportunity to move his fingers as fast as he could, and the poor girl reacted accordingly. “HAHAHAHAHA, Noooo that’s too hahahaha too fast! Ahahahaha! I can’t hahahaha breathe hahahaha!”

Ilya’s eyes widened at Rixia’s reactions, “Wow, I’ve seen her make some crazy faces, but never hahaha like that! I think you might hehehe be better at tickling than I am! She usually begs me to stop, but well before she goes blue in the face, hehehehe!” Her lips curled into a devilish smirk, “You know, she really likes being teased while she’s being tickled~”

“That’s not true! I- HAHAHAHAHA, KAIRI! Hahahaha!”

“Rixia likes tickles, Rixia likes tickles~” Ilya sang in a steady rhythm, “C’mon Kairi, join in too!”

Swept up in her pace, Kairi followed suit, “Rixia likes tickles, Rixia like tickles~”

“Not you too! This is hahahaha my worst hahahaha nightmare! You two are too hahahahaha much!” Rixia’s body shook and tried to escape, but the teasing was just too much for her to handle, as Ilya and Kairi joined in on the laughter.

Rixia was laughing so hard that both Kairi and Ilya agreed that it was about time to turn it down, settling down their wiggling fingers and toes to a more tepid pace, while Rixia’s squishy soles got a much needed break. With Kairi and Rixia taking turns having their feet tickled, all that was left now was to give Ilya a turn, one she was eagerly awaiting. She swapped seats with Kairi, and got comfortable on the couch,

“Go ahead and give me your best shot, Kairi! I can take it!” She said with confidence as she splayed her toes. Kairi took to the challenge with confidence, his eyes lighting up as his hands made contact with her feet. While they weren’t nearly as squishy or sensitive as Rixia’s, they were no doubt just as beautiful, and his probing started to get a few chuckles out of her.

“How do you like this?” He teased as he worked on her heels, getting her to burst out in unrestrained laughter.

“Hahahaha! You’re not bad with your hahahaha-hands!” Ilya squeaked even louder as his fingers ran up to the webbing of her toes, playing with the delicate tootsies all the while. “Hahaha oh goodness! Hahahaha this is something else hahahahaha!”

She was having a good time, but her screams weren’t nearly as loud as Rixia’s. At least until Rixia crept up behind her and went to work on her armpits. Everyone had different sensitive spots, and for Ilya hers were right on her sides as her eyes widened and she hollered out in rapture!

“Rixia! AHAHAHAHAHA, not my armpits! AHH HAHAHA! No no no no Ahahah hahahaha!” Ilya tried to twist away, but with Kairi holding her feet, she had nowhere to escape to. “My pits! And my toes! Ahahahaha it’s too hahahahha much make it hahahaha stop please hahahahaa oh no hahaha AHHHHH!”

Ilya howled with a smile on her face as both Rixia and Kairi continued their tickles. “It’s nice to see you on the other end of this~” Rixia teased, “Who knew the great Ilya Platiere was so sensitive around her armpits? I bet your fans would love to know about this~”

“You wouldn’t! Hahahahaha!” Ilya’s eyes opened in horror, but she grew relieved when Rixia stuck her tongue out. That relief lasted for about two seconds before the laughter that was bubbling to the surface burst forth again, and Rixia and Kairi teased all of her new found weak points. “Please! My hahahahaha sides hurt from hahahahaha laughing so much hahahahaha!”

“Just a little longer.” Rixia insisted, putting her hands at the base of Ilya’s ribs, “I just want to get her to apologize for all of the times she tickled me and the rest of the troupe to the point of bursting like this.”

“Alright, alright, I’m hahahaha sorry!” Ilya squealed, “Just, hahaha make it hahaha stop!”

“Sorry for what?” Rixia blew in her ear and made her whole body convulse in ticklish rapture.

“I’m hahahaha sorry for tickling you and Sully so hahahahah much! Your reactions are just too hahahaha cute to hahahaha resist! Oh goddess hahahahaha!”

Rixia put her hands away and smiled, “Apology accepted, Ilya. Kairi you should go ahead and stop, otherwise she might actually pass out from laughing too much.”

Kairi agreed and let her perfect feet go, giving the dancer a moment to catch her breath. At Rixia’s insistence, Kairi joined the two girls on the couch, taking the seat right in between the two of them. Ilya was still trying to catch her breath, but a wide smile was plastered to her face, and Rixia looked quite delighted as well as she leaned back and placed her heels up on the chair in front of them.

“That was more fun than I had imagined.” Rixia smiled, “I’ll have to thank Musse for this opportunity the next time I see her. Did you enjoy yourself, Kairi?”

He nodded his head, “It was really fun! I really liked tickling and being tickled by you two. I kind of don’t want the fun to end though…”

Ilya giggled and wrapped her arms around the boy, just enough to lightly tickle his still exposed sides. “Oh don’t worry, Kairi. We’ve got all day to thoroughly enjoy this little tickling experience. I hope you’re ready, because the fiery dancer Ilya Platiere doesn’t know the meaning of defeat!”

Rixia giggled and took the opportunity to tickle Kairi’s chest as well. “Let’s see if you can keep up with the two best dancers in Crossbell, because we’ve got plenty of stamina left!” The two girls tickled his sides and chest in unison, and brought out the first of many laughs from the boy. Their fun day of tickling had only just begun!

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“So, Sara roped you into this too, huh?” Fie said, glancing at her blue haired classmate. “Well I guess it makes sense, you probably relish the chance to get some late night training in.”

“How did you know?” Laura said, almost sounding surprised. “But yes, you’re right. I wonder what kind of training Sara has in mind, it seems a little late to do anything too loud, and I don’t know if there’s enough space in the staff building to really swing a weapon around.”

“Eh, we’ll find out when we get there.” Fie mumbled, heading to the quiet classroom, “Feels weird being inside the school at night, though, I don’t usually have my guard up when I’m in here but that changes when the sun is down.”

“I don’t think you need to worry that much.” Laura sighed, before knocking on the door. “Instructor Sara? Fie and I are here for that training session you promised. Are you in right now?”

“Ooh yes, you two are right on time. Come on in!” She said, throwing the door open with a wide smile forming on her cheeks. “Make yourselves comfortable, this training is going to take some time after all.”

“Well it should, any good training regimen takes time.” Laura nodded, “I have no idea what sort of training is going on, but I am eager to give it a try.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Fie said with far less enthusiasm, “I just want to get it over with and go back to bed.”

“Oh don’t be like that, Fie. I’m sure this kind of training will wake you right up.” She gestured inside to the couch and table in the room, urging them to take a seat. While they were a bit confused about the situation, they were even more confused to see someone else in the room as well.

“Elliot? What are you doing here?” She said, taking notice of the ginger boy standing in the corner. It wasn’t like he was hiding or anything, but he just gave the two girls a simple wave as Sara urged them on.

“He’s acting as my assistant for today’s training. Don’t worry too much about it~” Sara said in the tone of voice that only made the two girls worry even more.

“Exactly, I’m just here to lend a hand today. The first thing you two need to do for this is to take a seat on those over there, and take off your shoes.” Elliot explained, but Fie and Laura seemed less than keen to go ahead, their eyes darkening as Sara tried to guide them over.

“I don’t know about this…” Laura replied, “This seems very unreasonable.”

“Reasonable, shmesnable~” Sara tittered, “Elliot handled this training just fine. Look at him, does he seem bothered or uncomfortable?”

“N-no…” Fie said, “But I’m still not sure what you’re up to.”

“You’ll find out… once you sit down on those chairs over there and put your feet up! C’mon, you two are our strongest freshmen, right? You should be able to handle this!”

“Very well.” Laura said, falling for Sara’s goading. “I don’t intend to run away from a challenge.” She kneeled down to undo her boots, leaving them at the entrance before taking a seat and putting her feet up. With only a pair of thin ankle socks covering her feet, her bare legs were exposed for everyone to see.

“That’s quite a view.” Sara smiled, “C’mon Fie don’t you want to see them too?”

“Ugh, fine.” Fie relented, “I’ll go through with whatever crazy plan you have in mind.” She unlaced her Strega brand sneakers and took a seat beside Laura. Her feet were covered up by black knee length socks which contrasted nicely with her pale skin.

“Hehehe. So Elliot, whose legs do you like better?”

“S-Sara?!” Elliot blushed at her sudden joke, as both Laura and Fie glanced the other way. “Don’t we have something more important to do before asking questions like that?”

“Yes, yes, you’re right.” Sara sighed, before pulling a remote control out of her cleavage. Before either girl could ask what it was she pressed the button and the chair’s built-in straps got to work, locking Laura and Fie in place before they knew what hit them.

“What is this madness?!” Laura shrieked, “I thought this was supposed to be training, not imprisonment!”

“It’s part of the atmosphere, really gets your mind into the place it needs to be~”

“That’s a load of bull!” Fie shouted back, “You can’t do this kind of jaeger crap to your students, Sara!”

“Now, now, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, Fie. After all, nobody is going to get hurt from doing this. So just lean back and relax… while you still can.”

“What exactly are you planning, instructor!”

“Well…”

“It’s tickling.” Elliot interrupted Sara, much to her disappointment. “Instructor Sara and I will be tickling you for today’s training session.”

“Elliot!” Sara’s shoulders dropped, “We really had them scared for a moment! I wanted to savour their reactions for longer, you know? Spoilsport.” She puffed out her cheeks and pouted, but Elliot was the only one who was amused by her antics.

Laura’s face contorted in shock and confusion, perhaps wondering if she had heard him correctly. Tickling? This must have been some sort of elaborate practical joke. Well, she wasn’t laughing, and Fie wasn’t either. But while Laura was still sorting through her anger, Fie was trying to wrestle out of her bindings. She had plenty of experience with knots, but these straps didn’t have any give to them, and her wrists and ankles were locked perfectly to stifle her flexibility and mobility.

“Uh-uh-uh-” Sara clicked her tongue at the young girl, “You aren’t escaping that easily, missy. I made sure to get these things extra tight, just for you.”

“Release us immediately.” Laura warned, her voice going so cold that it made Elliot shiver. “This child’s play hardly serves as real training.”

Fie shot her a glance, “That’s not what we should be complaining about right now Laura!”

Sara giggled, “Fie is right, my little sword maiden. Why don’t Elliot and I show you two just how effective this child’s play truly is. I think even you will be surprised by the results, once you eventually stop laughing.” Her threat was low and menacing, a far cry from her typical playful and bouncy attitude. The way she could change on a dime like that was unnerving, to say the least. “Elliot, I’ll be leaving Laura in your capable hands, as for the mischievous cat over there trying so hard to escape… well just leave that to me.”

Elliot wasn’t about to disobey an order, and made his way in front of Laura despite her anger. “Elliot! Stop right there or I swear I’ll- EEK!” She squeaked as Elliot slowly pulled off her socks, unraveling them with one gentle pull to get them off the heel, and another to slide them off each foot entirely. Despite Laura’s protests, the straps had her completely locked into place, and at the mercy of her cherubic-faced classmate. His face lit up with a pink blush as he gazed upon her shapely feet, his demure reaction causing Laura an even greater sense of embarrassment.

“So cute…” He said softly, admiring them for a few seconds.

“D-Don’t call them cute! And don’t you dare touch them, Eli-aaaaaaaht?!” Wait stop, what are you-hehehehe doing?!” She arched back as Elliot got to work running his fingers along her squishy soles.

“That’s a surprise… I didn’t think they’d be so smooth.” He remarked, running his fingers along them.

“E-Elliot! What are you- hahahahaha- saying?!”

“Ooh, that’s a good idea!” Sara chimed in, “Don’t be shy, Elliot! Let her know everything you think about her feet! Their shape, their size, their feel, anything you can think of! I’m sure she’ll really enjoy it~”

“I will not! Don’t you dare-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Her protests were silenced by Elliot’s swift fingers, picking and probing at all of Laura’s most sensitive spots. “Stop it this instant or else I’ll- I’ll pfft-HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Your soles are so smooth and soft.” Elliot cooed, serenading her with compliments, a soft chorus to the melody of her laughter. “And your toes are so cute and ticklish too.” He wiggled them around for good measure, prompting another bout of laughter from the girl.

“Why?! Why are you-hahahahahaha so focused on my fe-hehehehehe-eet!” She wanted to cover her face with her hands, but the straps made sure to prevent that from happening, leaving her to soak in her own embarrassment as her face went pinker and pinker from each unbidden complement, and each brush of his finger against her delicate feet.

“Hehe, It’s my turn now, Fie.” Sara glanced at her struggling prey, a smile creeping into the corners of her cheeks. “First things first, no need for these socks of yours~” She grabbed the fabric and with one hard yank, pulled them all the way off of Fie’s flailing footsies. “Struggle all you like, Sylphid, those straps aren’t going anywhere.”

“Don’t you dare do it!” Fie’s voice cracked, “Get your hands away me you wannabe cougar!”

“Oh ho? Is that weakness I hear in your voice?” Sara was really enjoying herself now as she whispered into Fie’s ear. “Are you really that ticklish, Fie? I’m looking forward to hear just how loudly you scream~” She taunted her, wiggling her fingers in front of her eyes, before bringing them down to her bare and exposed soles, creeping closer and closer with every second that passed by, forcing Fie to feel the fear of her instructor’s touch.

“No, no no, get away from my feet! Stop! Don’t come any closer!”

“Ooh you’re shivering. Do you really want me to stop that badly?” She nodded her head, but Sara only responded with a casual smirk. “Too bad! Your reactions are just too good to make me stop now! We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet!”

Her sensational screams were music to Sara’s ears once her fingers made contact, her nails scratching against her soles. “SARA! I said sto-hahahahaha-op! Stop tickling me-hehehehehehe!”

“Ooh, I knew it. You’re a sensitive little kitty cat aren’t you? Coochie-coochie-coo!”

Fie flushed in embarrassment and anger as Sara hit her with baby talk. But all she could do was scream and laugh in the face of this insane torture! Her voice went even higher than it normally did, contrasting Laura’s loud howls with high pitched squeals of her own. “Sara I swear I’ll- HAHAHAHA get you for this! Hahahahahaha! Please no, not the-HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” Sara cooed, “Now come on Fie, let me hear more of those adorable little screams!” She glanced over at Elliot and winked, “You think her laughs are cute too, don’t you?”

He nodded politely, “They sure are, but Laura is acting pretty cute right now as well~”

“S-stop teasing me! I swear I’ll-hahahahaha make you pay hahahaha!”

“So much swearing around here~” Sara chuckled at the girls’ choice of words in this situation. Those two were more alike than they thought it seemed. “Both so angry, and yet so sensitive and ticklish!” She wiggled Fie’s toes for good measure, calling her a “ticklish girl” through her laughs and screams.

“That is enough!” Laura roared in dissatisfaction and both Sara and Elliot took a step back, cowed by her pressure. “Stop this madness this instant! I was told this was supposed to be training, but all you two are doing is playing around! Release us immediately!” Fie’s eyes looked downcast, but she nodded her head in agreement with Laura’s words. It seemed as if the two girls had had enough tickling for one day.

“Please, just make it stop.” Fie said meekly, her face as red as a tomato as she glanced down at the floor.

Sara and Elliot shared a glance, and after taking a few seconds to think, the instructor responded. “I see. I guess we’ll just need to show them the effects this training can have. Elliot, would you mind taking off your shirt for a second?”

“Um, alright…” He hesitated a bit, but followed Sara’s command, lifting the shirt over his head. He couldn’t help but feel self conscious as Laura’s and Fie’s eyes stared down his naked torso. Sara nudged him to lift up his arms to tickle him easier, so he did it without complaint, lifting them up above his head.

“Good, good~ Alright now Elliot, it’s time to show her how to be calm under pressure. Coochie coochie coo~” Sara smirked and ran her fingers along Elliot’s chest. His reflexes made him twist and sway under her touch, but he was able to keep his composure as her fingers caressed every part of his upper body. A few sensible giggles seeped out, but nothing as loud as the noises that were coming out of Laura’s and Fie’s mouths just a few seconds earlier. “You see girls, this is what tickle training can do for you. Look at how composed he is, this sort of mental training can give you the edge in several life or death situations.

“Was there really some method to this madness? Impossible…” Laura blurted out,

“Don’t fall for it, she just wants to embarrass us further. I’m sick of this and sick of people hearing what I sound like when I laugh.”

“I don’t know…” Laura relented, “It’s possible there could be merit to this training, and if that’s the case, then I just need to endure it. I apologize for my outburst earlier.”

Sara smiled, “No offense taken! Overcoming your shame is also part of this training, and it can be difficult! But I have the utmost faith in your abilities, my little wunderkind~” Her eyes made contact with the two tied in girls, and she asked, “So, are you two ready to continue?” Neither of them were ready to disagree this time, so both Elliot and Sara got right back to what they were doing.

Laura tried a lot harder to keep her voice in as Elliot continued to perform a ticklish percussion on her soles, but a fair squeak would seep out from time to time. “You’re doing good,” He said, sliding his deft fingers up toward her toes, “But how will you fare when I do this?” Reaching for her big toes, he started to sing a familiar song.

“This little piggy went to market~” He serenaded her with the embarrassing song, and her tough exterior started to crack.

“W-why are you hehehehe singing that childish song?” Her face was going red as she tried to gnash her teeth shut. “Stop singing that HAHAHAHA- this inst-HAHAHAHAHA!” It was too late for her to stop laughing as Elliot had complete control of her weakest points.

Her screams were joined by Fie’s bubbling laughter, as Sara wasted no time getting her to howl. “What a good idea Elliot.” Sara mused, “Perhaps I should do that on Fie as well.”

“Sara?! Hehehehehe don’t you hehehehe dare! I can’t take this hehehehe kind of torture hahahahahaha!”

“I believe in you Fie, don’t worry.” Sara tried to encourage her, but it sounded more like a taunt coming from her lips. Especially since she continued the song without any further provocation. “This little piggy stayed at home~”

Elliot continued the verse, a smile beaming on his face, “This little piggy had roast beef~”

“And this little piggy had none!” Sara’s smile enveloped her face as she shared a look with Elliot. The two girls knew they were in danger through their laughter, but all they could do now was endure.

“And this little piggy went WEE WEE WEE ALL THE WAY HOME!” They sang in unison and ran their fingers in a chaotic flurry all over their feet, laughing and grinning as Fie and Laura cried out in laughter and tears from the tickle attack of their tormentors.

Laura cried out, exhausted from this kind of attack. “Stop treating me- hehehe- like a child!” Elliot giggled at her complaints, which just made her lash out more, “What’s so funny?!”

“You know, you’re really cute when you get angry.” He stated a point of fact, which turned Laura into a blushing mess, “I’d really like to see that cute side of you more often.”

“Uh, I, uh, what do you me-HEHEHEHE AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Laura stammered and blushed but Elliot’s fingers brought her fragile fumbling to a fast end. So she shouted out with an anxious anger! “Elliot! Stop it this instant! Hahahahahahaha!”

“Well if you really want me to stop, why don’t you do something for me first.” He teased, outlining his condition, “All you have to do is admit that you’re a cute ticklish girl, with cute ticklish feetsies. If you can do that, then I’ll stop~”

“A-Are you kidding me? Why would I ever say that?!” She burst out in anger, holding her indignance until Elliot pulled out a chair and set in front of her. Taking off his own shoes and socks, he took his place in front of her, and moved his bare soles in line with hers. “What are you- EEK! AHAHAHA, Don’t do that with your toes! HAHAHAHA!”

“Maybe this will make you say it? You’re a cute girl with cute hehehe ticklish feetsies~”

“I will never hehehehe say it!” She held strong to her pride, “Not there hahahahaha! No I won’t do it!”

“Just sing along, it’s a lot of hehehehehe fun you know?” Elliot started singing again, wearing down her pride one tickle at a time. “You’re a cute girl with cute feetsies~”

Laura’s face was bright red now, the embarrassment reaching a peak inside her head, and the cracks in her facade were finally starting to show. She’d rather have this tickling stop than try and maintain some false pride. “F-Fine! I’m-hehehehe a cute girl… HAHAHA with cute hahahaha feetsies! There I-ahahahaha said it!”

“Alright, I’ll stop… when Sara feels like calling it a wrap.”

“WHAT?!” Her face turned bright red as she let out an incomprehensible scream. If she was angry before, she was apoplectic now. “Elliot if you don’t get me HAHAHAHA out of this-hahahaha chair not even the goddess will recognize your-hahahahaha remains! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Her laughs and screams had culminated into a tipping point, with no mercy left in her eyes.

“Well, look at you two cuties going at it~” Sara teased, fluttering her eyes at Fie. “Feeling left out, miss sulky cat?”

“N-no!” She said, “This is really- HEHEHEHEHE! Sara!” She really dug in now, going from heel to sole in rapid vertical motions, “Annoying! Hehehe, Sara, stop! STOP IT RI-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-GHT NOW! I’m gonna hahahaha! Ahhhhhhhh!”

“Sorry? I believe you wanted to sing along, right? I don’t think those screams really count as singing though so I guess I’ll just need to tickle you even harder!” Sara’s relentless teasing made quick work of Fie’s resistance, and eventually she lowered her head and accepted her fate. Doing so made the tickling go by much quicker, and now that the two girls had relaxed a bit, they could admit to themselves that this wasn’t the worst thing ever, even if it was incredibly embarrassing.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll hahahahaha sing! I’ll sing!” Her eyes were starting to water as she begged for remorse, and Sara slowed down just enough to let her sing with Laura. “I’m a cute-hahaha ticklish-hahaha girl with cute-hahahaha ticklish feetsies-hehehehe!

“Hehe, that’s what I like to hear. You did great, Fie.” Sara smiled and glanced over at Elliot, before putting her hands up into the air, stretching them up in an exaggerated pose, and signaling an end to their fun. “I think these girls have had enough fun for one day, any more and they might actually need some oxygen.” Elliot pulled his legs away as well, sliding his chair away from Laura and giving her a chance to catch her breath. “So, Laura, Fie? How do you two feel after that?”

After taking a few seconds to compose herself, Laura answered first. “I hate to admit it but it felt like a workout and a half. Although I’m still not keen on the whole process of this supposed workout.”

Fie was less positive about the whole thing, “If this ever gets out you guys are going to regret it.”

“Are you that embarrassed about your voice? I think it’s cute.” Elliot said, but he was met with daggers from Fie.

“You’re lucky I’m still tied up, Elliot, or I’d be finding out what kind of noises you make when you can’t control yourself.”

“Sure, that sounds reasonable.” Elliot said, pulling out Sara’s remote from her pocket. “You two did really well, so I think it’s only fair you get a chance at revenge.”

“Wait Elliot, how did you-” Sara gasped as he hit the release button, and Fie showed everyone why she was the fastest student in all of Class VII. She leapt from her chair, tackling Sara to the ground. Reaching into her skirt pocket she pulled out a couple of zipties, and bound her thumbs behind her back.

“No escape, Sara. As much as I’d like to see you squirm, Elliot, I’d like to get my revenge on this instructor of ours first.” Elliot smiled and backed away, letting Fie go to work, pulling off Sara’s boots and socks like they were nothing, and bringing her wriggling fingers of justice down on her former tormentor.

Sara howled as Fie tickled her feet from top to bottom, leaving her no room to say anything other than “Stop! Hahahaha! It tickles! Hahahahaha, make it st-hahahahaha-ahp!” But Fie wasn’t feeling very merciful right now.

Elliot took the opportunity to back away, regretting his decision to let those two go so easily and make his escape before danger could find him. But as he tried he bumped into something, and his retreat was halted by a stern voice. “And just where do you think you’re going, Elliot?” One glance at her eyes told him he had sorely underestimated just how angry he had made the sword maiden.

“Oh, uh, Laura! Uh, nowhere in particular…”

“Good.” She smirked, “Because you’re not getting off that easily.” Before he even knew what was happening Laura lifted him off the ground, carrying him like a princess and setting him back down on the chair she was just being tormented in. “I think it’s my turn to tickle you. I want to see just how cute you can be.” Her gaze was smug and secure, and Elliot knew he was in a heap of trouble.

He gulped, “Maybe you can just let me go?”

Laura shook her head. “What’s wrong? Are you scared?” He denied it as best he could, but Laura knew he was quivering. She kneeled down in front of him, and wrapped her arm around his ankles, using her natural restraints to keep her victim locked in place. Using her free hand, she went to town on his bare soles, trying her very best to make him scream.

“L-Laura! Why are you HAHAHAHAHA doing this?!”

“Revenge is only fair, and if being tickled is a form of training, than tickling someone else must be a form of training as well. But rest assured, I don’t intend to go easy on you, like our instructor did, so show me just how loud you can laugh, my little cherub~”

“NOOOOOOO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Eliliot and Sara’s screams echoed throughout the schoolhouse, reaching much louder pitches than Fie and Laura had. The two of them screamed so loud, that a rumour started going around that the schoolhouse was haunted by wailing ghosts, the students and faculty all unaware that those sounds were the result of one headstrong teacher and her cute little assistant. And as Laura and Fie brought those two to a screaming mess, Laura couldn’t help but think that maybe this sort of thing was effective training after all. At the very least, she was certainly enjoying being on the opposite end of the tickle spectrum.

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Elise must have thought this to herself a dozen times as she walked the hallways with Instructor Sara, but Thors Academy was really scary at night. If it wasn’t for the school’s current student council president walking with her, she would be a lot more nervous about traipsing through this area. And after her big scare in the older school building, she was glad Sara was with them as well.

“Now, I am sorry about this.” Sara explained, as they drew close to one of the empty classrooms, “but considering how you managed to get into our old school building, I am obligated to give you a punishment for that.”

“I understand…” Elise looked down, “Trespassing is a serious offense, even if I didn’t mean to do it.”

“Don’t worry Elise, I’m here to make sure Sara doesn’t do anything too rash.” Towa explained, her high energy giving Elise some much needed courage. She could see why Rean liked helping the student council so much if it meant getting a smile from her.

“Wow, you’re quite mature for your age, young lady. Nothing compared to me…” She trailed off, before starting to giggle, “Well it won’t be anything rough, but I wonder if you’ll be able to handle it~” She reached into her pocket to grab her keys, and started humming to herself as she played with the lock.

“She seems to be in a good mood.” Towa whispered, as Sara finally got the door open, “I don’t think we use this classroom very often though…”

Sara swung the door open wide, and much to Towa and Elise’s confusion, there were only a pair of chairs and a large coffee table to look at. “What is this?” Elise blurted out.

“You’ll just have to sit in a chair and find out!”

“Ugh, Instructor, you should have told me what you were planning before doing this sort of thing!” Towa pouted, “And why are there two chairs set up here?”

“You’ll just have to sit in a chair and find out!” Sara repeated, much to Towa’s growing annoyance. “No but seriously, this is part of the punishment. Just have a seat, and try to relax… while you can…” she trailed off, but both Elise and Towa caught what she was saying.

“Why am I taking a seat as well?”

“Emotional support~” Sara smirked, “C’mon, c’mon it’ll be fine. You can trust me, I’m a responsible adult.”

Towa knew all too well that responsibility eluded Sara except on the best of days, but it was clear she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Towa and Elise took a seat, and at Sara’s behest, put their feet up on the table. “Alright, now can you tell us what’s going on?” She asked in futility, as Sara just whistled like she hadn’t heard anything. A few seconds later, Towa heard footsteps coming toward them, moving at a very swift pace.

“Here you are, instructor!” A husky voice called out and threw something into the room. Towa glanced over to see her friend Angelica practically beaming as she walked inside, and shut the door behind her. “Glad I didn’t miss the good stuff! Looks like these two little kittens still don’t know what’s going on yet.” Her smile illuminated her face, “Can I tell them, Instructor? Can I?” She was like a puppy dog watching traffic, if she had a tail it would almost certainly be wagging right now.

Sara giggled, and nodded her head. “I don’t see why not. Why don’t you let them know exactly what is going on!”

Angie smiled and spread her arms out. “Towa, Elise, it’s time for Thors’ very first tickle torture regimen!” The second that she said ‘tickle’, Sara hit the button on the remote Angie gave her, and the chairs whirred into action. A belt shot out around Elise’s waist, locking her into place. Before Towa could suffer the same fate, she pushed herself out of the chair’s hold, narrowly avoiding the belt closing in.

“W-What?!” Elise’s eyes flashed in terror, “No way, you’re kidding, right? I refuse! Please, you can make me write lines on the chalkboard, or stand outside holding buckets of water or even make me write apology letters until my wrist hurts, but I refuse to be treated like this! Let me go this instant!”

“No way!” Towa scrambled out of her chair and tried to make an escape, but quickly found herself in the arms of Angelica Rogner. “Angie, let me go this instant! I’m not playing around here!” Angie picked her up off the ground, and her voice raised another octave, “ANGIE?! Put me down, right now!”

“No can do.” Sara said, with a smug grin on her face, Try as she might, Angelica was a lot stronger than her, and she couldn’t escape the trained martial artist’s grasp as she tried to force her back into the chair. Towa tried kicking Angie away, and it did loosen her grip a bit, but all that accomplished was Sara seizing her legs and pushing her back down. “And no escaping for you either, Miss Student Council President.” She flicked the remote control again, this time properly locking Towa in place. “You shouldn’t make a woman like me work so hard~”

“What you’re doing is barbaric! Of course I’m not going to sit down and accept it!” She howled and roared, but instead of being intimidated, they seemed more amused than anything.

“Aww, don’t worry, you’re probably going to love it, Towa.” Angie chimed in.

“There’s no chance you can avoid it, Miss Herschel.” Sara chuckled as she wiggled her long fingers in front of her face. With her attention drawn to them, Sara slowly lowered her hands toward her legs, reveling in her expressions as they went closer and closer to her feet.

“What kind of sick joke is this?” Towa shouted, angry at her supposed friend and teacher, and even angrier that her voice didn’t sound nearly as imposing when she was as scared as she was. “You better let us go right this instant, or I’ll write a sternly worded letter to-”

Sara quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “Uh-uh, nope, can’t hear you, not doing that, and don’t worry too much about it! It’s not as bad as you think it is. Maybe… probably… eh we’ll find out! That’s part of the fun, right?”

“That’s right, instructor!” Angelica said, practically beaming with delight, “and I for one can’t wait to show my darling Towa the thrills of tickling!”

“Hmm, let’s wait on Towa for now, we’ve got our actual culprit to start with.” Sara replied, shifting her attention to young Elise. She placed her hands on the edge of the girl’s socks, and slowly started peeling them off of her feet.

“No! Don’t you dare! Stop it, I’ll scream if you keep going!” Elise cried out, but Sara only responded with a smile and a few simple words.

“That’s kind of the point, Elise. I can’t wait to hear you scream.” Her hands reached out for the girl’s exposed soles, and immediately went to town on the trespasser.

Elise arced like electricity as Sara went to town, squirming and screaming with every gentle touch, and not so gentle touch of Sara’s swift fingers. “AHHH! Make it HAHAHAHA stop! Stop doing this right hahahahaha this-hahahaha instant!”

“Aww, but we’re just getting started. C’mon Elise, I thought you were stronger than that!” Sara smiled, but her fingers seemed to move even faster, hounding Elise with her deft technique.

“N-No! I can’t-hahahaha take it anymore! Hahahaha! You’ve had your-haha fun, now make it-hehehe STOP!”

Sara fawned, “Aww, but you’re so cute though~” An idea must have crossed her mind as she stuck her tongue out, “Well, I might consider speeding up your punishment if you tell me how sorry you are. And I want you to mean it, if you can say it a hundred times, I’ll stop when you’re done~”

“Ok! I’m sorry! I’m hahahaha sorry! I’m HAHAHAHA SORRY! Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Better keep it up or I won’t stop~” Sara cooed as she continued to play with Elise’s dainty feet.

Meanwhile, Towa was desperately yelling at Angie, “Let me out! I swear, if you don’t let me out I’ll do something you’ll really regret!”

“Aww, Towa, I don’t think you’re in a position to be making threats right now.” Angie giggled, “But I can let something out… your feet from those shoes and socks!” Before Towa could scream out ‘No!’ Angie had already pulled off her black loafers and started pulling down her black stockings.

“No! No, No, No, NO! Stop it right now!”

“Too bad~” Angie said with a satisfied grin as her stockings were pulled right off. “You really should show off those legs of yours more often, Towa. They’re just the cutest things in the world!”

“Why are you two even doing this?” Towa wanted to cry, but she was trying her best to put on a brave face. “This kind of torture can’t be part of the school regulations!”

“It’s something of a new initiative.” Sara smiled, as she went just a hair easier on Elise, so Towa could hear what she was saying past Elise’s screams of terror. “I think it’s a much more fun way to build up stamina and endurance, while working as an effective punishment for cute little troublemakers like yourselves.”

Troublemakers? Towa hadn’t even done anything wrong! Just as she was prepared to voice her protests, she was betrayed by Angelica, whose rough fingers went to work on her bare feet.

Angie shouted from the top of her lungs, “I can’t take it anymore, instructor! I’m going to tickle Towa, and you can’t stop me!”

“Angie?! Nooo! HAHAHAHA!” Her voice was shrill and piercing as Angie went to town on her toes, showing her absolutely no mercy whatsoever. “Get away from HAHA my toes! Stop-pff-pff putting your fingers there, hahahaha! No, not there-AHAHAHA!”

“Well if that’s how you’re going to react, I think you might need this kind of training.” Sara teased as she watched Towa squirm in desperation. “You two are just too cute, you know that?”

Cute? Towa’s face grew brighter, “Please, make it stop! I’m not ha-HAHAHA-having fun here! Please, make it stop, HAHAHAHA!”

Towa screamed and begged for release, but Angie was so pent up that she wasn’t about to let her free anytime soon. Sara decided that with Angie having so much fun, she could afford to go easier on her own quarry, letting Elise get an opportunity to catch her breath. Between all of the laughter and apologies, she probably needed it.

“Please…” She gasped… “No more… I really am sorry for trespassing…” She managed to let those words out, and Sara could tell she meant them. But even though she was satisfied with her response, she didn’t want the fun to end just yet.

“You’re doing great, Elise. And I think your big brother would be really proud of you for getting through this tickle torture.” She said in support, but her fingers were already inching toward the girl’s toes. “Just a few more minutes~”

“N-No!!” Elise was horrified as the tickling continued, “This isn’t-HAHAHAHAHAHA fair!”

“Coochie coochie coo!” Sara serenaded her, “Aww look how cute you are when you squirm! And your little toes can’t stop wiggling either? Awwwww!” Come here and let me tickle them more! Coochie coochie coo coo!”

“S-stop! AHAHAHAHA! It’s not fair! Hahahahahaha! My-my toes!” Elise kicked and screamed, but Instructor Sara wasn’t willing to show her any mercy.
Elise wasn’t the only one having her toes attacked, as Angelica started on both of Towa’s big toes with a satisfied grin on her cheeks. “This little toe-wa went to market~” She sang, and Towa howled even louder than she was before.

“Angie! You stop that right HAHAHA now!”

“Nope! This little toe-wa stayed home~” She continued without missing a beat, enjoying her classmate’s futile resistance.

“Angie, please, stop it! I can’t hahahahaha, take this anymo-hahahahaha-re!”

Angie clicked her tongue, “Aww, but you look like you’re loving it. Besides, my fingers are way nicer than the other things I have in mind for you. This little toe-wa had roast beef-”

The embarrassment was getting to be too much for Towa, “Stop it, please!”

So Angie did, much to her surprise. It was only for a moment though, as she reached into her pocket to pull out a soft bristled pink and white makeup brush. Each little fiber was soft, fine, and extremely ticklish. “Well, you asked for it…”

“Angie?” She gulped, “Don’t you dare! Keep that thing away from me or I swear I’ll scream- EEEEEEEK!” Angie had no intention of stopping, and brought the soft brush to bear against her bare soles. “Angie-HEHEHEHEHE! I can’t-hahahahahahaha breathe, HAHAHAHAHAHA!” She kicked and whined, but nothing was getting through to her. “Seriously-hehehe, I can’t do this anymore! Make it stop!”

Elise was trying her best to soldier through it all, but she never had to deal with anything this intense at St. Astraia, and after her harrowing experience this afternoon, she just couldn’t take it anymore. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes and the strained laughs that escaped her throat sounded more like wails. “Please, stop it! I can’t do this anymore! Waaaaaaah!”

Sara’s hands slowed as she seemed to realize that maybe she went too far. With pity in her eyes, she pulled away, and signaled for Angelica to do the same. Angelica was disappointed, but followed Sara’s request and put her makeup brush away.

“Thank you…” Elise sniffled, as she tried to wipe her tears on her shoulder.

“Yeah I think I’ve tickled you enough, and Angie has probably done the same.” Sara said, with a sidelong glance as the gasping Towa. “So that should be it.”

“Oh thank Aidios.” Towa said, “You two really went too far, you know that?”

“Yeah, I think it’s time we switch places. I’ve always wanted to play with your feet, Towa!”

Their hearts sank in their chest as they realized their torture wasn’t over. In fact, it seemed to be just the beginning, as Angie eagerly took her place in front of the youngest Schwarzer, while Sara proudly took her place in front of the most diligent student in the academy.

“You weren’t expecting Angie to get all the fun, were you?” Sara teased as she slowly ran her fingers along Towa’s soles.

“I-Instructor?! Why are you doing this?!”

Sara giggled, “Hehehe, I expected more out of you Towa. You do so well on tests, but you can’t figure out why Angelica and I want to tickle you so much?” She sped up the pace now, wiggling her fingers with greater intensity, “I’ll give you a hint, the reason is readily apparent!”

“S-Stop it!” She squealed, and tried to kick her away, but the chair she was on had no give in it. “This isn’t funny or-HAHAHAHA fun! No more-ahahahahaha!” Her protests were quickly drowned out by her uncontrollable laughter, and Sara brought her tickling to its maximum speed possible.

Angelica on the other hand was fawning over her new prey, admiring the soft arches of the delicate flower. “You truly are like a princess, Miss Elise. I bet your brother would be so jealous of me right now~”

Her face flushed at the mention of her brother, and grew even pinker as Angie ran her fingers along her feet. “P-please! Lady-hehehehe Angelica! Don’t tickle me!”

“I assure you, my darling little princess, I’ll be much more delicate than Instructor Sara.”

Elise blushed at the girl’s soft tone, and true to her word, she was being more gentle than Sara. But it still didn’t stop her from poking and prodding at her most ticklish points, her fingers roaming like a spider’s legs on her skin. “Hehehe, Stop it, Angelica! That hehehehe really tickles-hehehe!”

Towa groaned as her frustration reached a boiling point. Why was Angie being so kind to Elise, yet both Sara and Angelica were tickling the living daylights out of her? “Make it stop, please! I can’t-hahahaha do this anymore!”

“Aww, but I’ve barely even started yet, Towa.” Sara said it like she was going to protest, but she was putting her hands away. “I guess that means I’ll have to try something else.” But Towa’s relief was short lived as she only pulled her hands away to take off her own boots and socks. She grabbed another chair from the corner of the room and sat in front of Towa, putting her bare feet right in contact with her own. Towa flinched at the sudden contact, and started to howl as Sara scrunched her toes against her soft soles.

“S-Sara! Why are you, HEE! Hehehehe! Why are you doing this to me-HEHEHEHE!” Her screams were deafening, but Sara had no intention of slowing down.

“Because this really is the best emotional support, silly! Hehehe!” Sara giggled as she kept the upper hand on her student… well, upper foot, really.

And while Towa was begging and screaming for help, Angie decided to bring her tickling to a close, sensing that Elise had reached her limit already. “Alright, princess. I think you’ve had enough for one day, wouldn’t you agree?”

Elise was still a bit dazed but she was able to nod her head in agreement as she slowly caught her breath. “Thank you…” She was able to breathe out after a few seconds.

“You’re very welcome.” She glanced over at Sara, as an idea seemed to form in her head. “Would you like to tickle me now, my little princess?”

Elise’s face went bright pink at the suggestion. She couldn’t do that to Angie could she? But it didn’t seem like she minded, and it might be fun to be on the opposite end of this kind of treatment.

Sara didn’t seem to mind, as she pulled out the remote again, and undid the bonds on Elise’s chair. She took the opportunity to escape before they changed their minds, and as she was now, she was free to go. Angie quickly took her place in the seat, and kicked off her own boots and shoes without any prodding. She could have ran away, but she chose to stay and start tickling the older girl.

Angie giggled, “Ooh, I get to be tickled next to Towa, could anything be more perfect?”

She wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but she brought her fingers close to Angie’s feet and started to tickle them carefully, tracing her fingers along her surprisingly squishy soles.

“Hehehe, you’re not bad Elise! But you can go a little faster if you want, hehehe!”

Elise nodded and took the momentum, going just a bit quicker with each touch, trying her best to get Angie to harmonize with Towa. She was surprised to hear a third set of laughter join the mix, as Sara started to join the chorus. It appeared that Towa had found her instructor’s weak point, and was mercilessly aiming for it as she wiggled her toes deftly.

“Don’t underestimate me-hehehe, instructor!” Towa grinned, “I’m not going to take this punishment lying down!”

With everyone else in the room laughing and having a good time, Elise couldn’t help but join in the laughter herself, giggling as she played with Angelica’s cute feet. The four of them continued to tickle each other until they forgot that this was supposed to be a punishment to begin with.

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“Now remember, Tita. You have to keep it a secret. We can’t let anyone know you’re here.” Renne put her finger to her lips and gave her friend a mischievous smile. “No matter how much you might want to scream~”

“R-Renne!” Tita pouted, and looked ever so adorable doing so. “You shouldn’t tease me like that!”

“Well you’re going to Thors soon, and I won’t have as many opportunities to play around~” She giggled as she showed Tita to the Old Schoolhouse. “Doesn’t it look like a ghost could pop out at any time?”

Tita giggled, “I didn’t know you still believed in ghosts, Renne.”

“Oh yeah, they’re real alright-”

“Is anyone there?!” Renne’s thought was interrupted by someone far scarier than a ghost, her face going white as a sheet when she realized that someone was looking for her.

“C’mon Renne, the test of courage hasn’t even started yet-”

“Quiet, Tita!” She said, putting her finger to her lips. “Run, hide, whatever you do, just don’t get caught!”

“This must be part of the test… alright, I’ll hide for now, but you better come find me, Renne!” Tita said, oblivious to the real horrors that lurked at Jenis’ campus. It was fortunate in a way that she wouldn’t be attending here, if only to spare herself the agony of tickle torture.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are~” The haunting voice of Professor Jill echoed out in the darkness. “Trespassing in the old schoolhouse is a violation of school rules~”

“And people who break the rules get punished!”

“Estelle?!” Her sister’s name escaped her lips before she could think to close her mouth, and suddenly both bloodhounds had their senses honed in on her. She did all the calculations in her head, but no matter what strategy she tried, she was doomed to be found out by the president and the blossoming bracer. Her only hope was to make sure Tita got away safely. She headed in the opposite direction, and without sounding conspicuous, started making noises to draw the attention of her pursuers.

True to form it wasn’t long before Jill and Estelle had her completely surrounded. Estelle looked a little disappointed, while Jill’s excitement could be seen well past her mask of being a model professor. “Caught ya!” She exclaimed, and grabbed Renne by the wrist. Renne could barely offer a protest before Estelle grabbed her other wrist and acted as the ultimate escort. “You know this place is off-limits, right? You’re not allowed to be here, Renne.”

“L-Let me go!” She shrieked, “I can explain why I’m here!”

“Oh? Then let’s hear it.” Professor Jill said, calling her bluff, “What business does one of our top students have in a creepy old building like this?”

“It’s for research?” She said, trying to sound confident, but failing every step of the way.

“Nice try, Renne. That excuse isn’t going to fly.” Jill and Estelle started to pull her away, and she screamed to be let free.

“No, wait, please, hold on! You don’t have to do this!”

“Sorry sweetie, you know the rules.” Estelle said, with a hint of disappointment in her voice. “The fact that Jill even needed to ask for my help should tell you just how serious this is.”

“I’ll write a report! I’ll clean the desks! Just don’t put me in that awful room again!”

“Hmmm…” Jill’s voice lingered for just a moment, giving Renne a flicker of hope, only to dash it away with a single word and a cruel, sadistic smile. “Nope!”

Estelle and Jill lifted her up by the shoulders, sealing her escape as they carried her back to the room where bad students got their punishments. The Tickle Room was a place Renne never wanted to see again, but this time there was no escape. She kicked and pleaded and begged, “Let me out of here, I didn’t do anything wrong!”, but nothing fazed Jill or Estelle as they forced her onto the special chair, and locked her wrists and ankles in place after much struggling.

“Well you’re definitely getting stronger, but not enough to escape from your big sis!” Estelle said, while Jill tightened the straps. Was it just her, or were these even tighter than last time? She tried to pull away but her ankles and wrists were locked in place.

Jill’s laugh sounded downright evil as she wagged her finger, “Oh my dear sweet Renne. Did you really think you had it hard with your orientation tickles? That was just a teaser of the real punishment to come for rulebreakers like you. I guess I didn’t scare you nearly enough to stop from breaking school rules now, did I?”

“That was going easy?!” Fear flashed in her eyes as her tormentor licked her lips. “Let me out! Right now! Let me go!” But no matter how hard she pulled on her restraints, they didn’t give an inch.

Jill answered her question by slowly peeling off her boots, languishing in Renne’s struggle as they slowly pulled away from her legs. “Just as cute as ever~” She licked her lips as she tossed her boots aside. “And now for the sockie-wockies~” Her fingers danced in the air before reaching for the fabric between her toes, and with a slow delicate pull, she unraveled them from her feet. “Awww, look at how cute they are!”

Renne’s face flashed pink as Jill fawned over her feet, oohing and aahing as she shimmied around the torture room. “S-Stop it!”

“Nope! You might be a troublemaker, but you’re a troublemaker with the cutest little toesies-woesies~” Jill laughed and giggled, and even got Estelle into a good mood as a wide smile crossed the brunette’s fair expression. “Do you have anything to say before we get started? Like a sincere apology perhaps? We might go easy on you if you confess now.”

Renne wracked her brain for the right words to say, what could she confess to get Jill to go easy on her? Hundreds of ideas flooded her brain at once, but before she could act on any of them, her eager professor struck. She should have known mercy was never an option. “Wait! Stop! Don’t -HAHAHAHA- do it!”

She was never planning on listening, thrusting her fingers with a furious ferocity that Renne simply was not able to handle. She kicked and thrashed but her escape route was sealed shut. “What was that?”

“I said, sto-HAHAHAHAHA! To stop i-HEHEHEHEHE! I can’t-hahahahaha breathe!” She couldn’t even speak properly with how hard Jill was digging into her sensitive soles. There was just enough give to keep from breaking the straps, but not enough to let her escape from Jill’s assault.

“Not much of an apology… though I can’t really hear it through all that laughter.” Jill teased, “Guess I’ll just have to keep tickling these cute little feet of yours until I hear a proper one.” Her fingers went up and down, left and right, teasing her most sensitive points with extra vigour, while trying to make brand new points to torture for fun.

“AHAHAHAHA, Stop it! Ple-hehehehe-ase!”

“You gotta apologize louder, I can’t hear you through your laughter, Rennie-Wennie!”

“Estelle, you have to- HAHAHA make her stop!” She pleaded to her sister, hoping that familial bonds would free her from these tortuous ones. “I can’t HAHAHAHAHA take it!”

Estelle nodded and stepped toward her, getting close enough to unravel the straps that held her wrists. But the look on her face wasn’t one of a saviour, it was a look of disappointment, one that made her heart sink. “Renne, don’t you remember the last time you were here?” She gulped, as understanding came to her. “That’s right, you and Jill worked together, so why shouldn’t I get a little payback?” This was punishment, and Estelle was here to help her torturer, not the other way around.

“No, Stop!” Estelle’s hands moved quicker than her screams, as she lifted up her shirt, and made a move on her exposed belly. “No no no! NOOOO! AHAHAHAHAHA! Estelle, stop! HAHAHAHA!”

“Don’t lie, you like this, don’t you?”

“I’d never admit-hahahaha-it it! HAHAHAHA, make it stop! I’m hahahaha sorry! I’m sorry! Hahahaha Why are you hahahahaha doing this? I can’t! I can’t HAHAHAHAHAHA! It’s all my fault! AHAHAHAHA! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m HAHAHAHAHA sorry!”

Something flashed in Estelle’s eyes, and she pulled her hand away, motioning for Jill to stop. While the professor was reluctant, she listened to her friend’s suggestion, and gave Renne a moment to catch her breath. Something she desperately needed after that two pronged attack on her senses. “Something isn’t right here.” she mused, “Renne can be pretty ticklish sure, but she doesn’t usually react like this.”

“What do you mean?” Jill smirked, “I’ve seen plenty of students crumble under the pressures of tickle torture, her reactions feel pretty real to me.”

“What she said!” Renne reacted, “I hate being tickled and-”

Before she could finish her sentence the doors to the tickle chamber opened, the flash of light temporarily stunning the ladies. But it was what they saw once their eyes adjusted that made Renne’s heart drop.

“Let me go! I don’t want to be part of any tickle torture! Anything but that!” Tita kicked and squealed as two student council members dragged her into the room. She choked when she saw Renne for the first time, bound and trapped inside Jenis’ little torture chamber. “Renne?! Oh no…” Her throat tightened, and she screamed out again, “Let Renne go!”

“I get it now.” Estelle put her hand to her chin. “It makes sense why you were acting like you did. You wanted to protect her, didn’t you? You thought it would be alright if you were the only one getting punished?”

“I-, no…”

“Don’t lie to us, Renne.” Estelle’s voice grew a sharper edge as her hands moved toward her feet. “Admit that you were just trying to protect Tita!”

Renne averted her eyes, but it didn’t take long for her to wear down under Estelle’s tortuous touch. “Alright, fine! I-hehehehe admit it! I just wanted her to be-hehehehe- safe!”

“Too bad for you, huh.” Jill leaned her head back and laughed from the pit of her stomach, “You tried so hard to keep your little friend safe, and now you’ve only made things worse for the both of you.”

“Renne, I’m sorry!” Tita squealed while trying in vain to escape the grip of the student council members. “I tried to escape, but they found me before I could get past the fence!”

“Strap her in boys, it’s a good thing we have a second chair perfectly set up for little trespassers like her. Those cute little feet of yours won’t help you get away from us.” At Jill’s command the two boys shoved her into the chair, and strapped her in without much effort on their parts. Tita thrashed and almost got away from their grip for a second, but they held her tighter as they forced her wrists into place. They almost made it look effortless, like they had done this countless times before. “Don’t fight it, Tita. Once you were caught by my student council, there was no escape for you~”

“Let go of me! I’ll scream, I swear! I absolutely refused to be tickled, I hate it! Estelle please! Please don’t tickle me!” Tita screamed at the top of her lungs, but Renne knew all too well that rescue would never come. The only choice now was to resign themselves to it. “Let me go! Stop, no, don’t get any closer, anything, anything but that! AHHHHHHH!”

Jill chose to peel off her shoes and socks instead, delighting in her high pitched wails as she exposed her bare feet to the open air. “My my, I’m going to enjoy this~ I always love a captive audience!”

“Let her go!” Renne screamed, no longer over acting, “She isn’t even a student here so- AGH!” Estelle took her moment of misplaced focus and used it to tickle her while she wasn’t looking. “Estelle, not you-hahahahaha too?!”

“You’re such a good girl Renne, sticking up for Tita like that. But you know you can’t stop Jill, especially when she gets like that.” She glanced over at the professor laughing so hard you could almost swear she was the one in the chair right now. “But the good news is that I get my cute little sister all to myself! Hope you’re ready, Renne!”

“E-Estelle? Hehehehe! What are you hehehe doing?!” She tried to be ready, but she wasn’t, and Estelle’s fingers danced across her toes with practiced ease, causing the laughter inside of her to bubble out, a flow that could never cease no matter how hard she tried. “Hehehehe! Not there, Estelle! Please, they're sensi-hehehehe-sensitive!”

“Aww, but you really like it deep down, don’t you?” Estelle chuckled, but Renne couldn’t hear it over the sounds of Tita’s screams. It seemed that Jill had gone into full devil mode now.

“Jill stop! Ple-hehehehe-ase! I’m way too ticklish for-hehehehe this!” Tita’s head lurched back as the devil professor tickled her toes. Her legs thrashed wildly, but with her ankles pinned down, she didn’t have much room to escape.

“Look at how cute your futile little struggle is.” Jill said coldly, “But this is a punishment for breaking school rules, and it wouldn’t be a good punishment if it didn’t hurt just a little bit!” Her white teeth flashed a demonic grin, and she whispered in her ear, somehow loud enough to be heard through Tita’s violent screams. “Apologize properly for your transgressions, and I might let you go.” She punctuated this statement with an attack on the webbing between her toes, making any apologies fraught with howls and screams.

“I’m sorry! I’m HAHAHAHAHAHA sorry! I just wanted to hehehehehe play with my fr-hehehehehe-iend!” Tita kicked and screamed,but Jill wouldn’t even relent during her apology. “Sorry I trespassed! Sorry I- HAHAHAHA PLEASE NOT THERE-HAHAHAHAHA, I broke school rules! Please-hehehehehe stop it! I can’t HAHAHAHA breathe!”

“Heh, I thought you were scary when you got angry, Renne.” Estelle smirked.

“Don’t just stand there!” Renne howled, “She’s going too far, Tita can’t take any more of this! Help her Estelle!”

“It’s only been a couple of minutes.” She replied, ignoring Tita’s struggle. “She’ll be fine for now.” After glancing at Renne’s pouting face, she relented for a second, “Well fine, there is something you can do.” She unlaced her boots and slid off her socks before grabbing a chair that didn’t have any restraints on it and took a seat right in front of Renne. With her wiggling her toes like that, Renne knew it could only mean one thing.

“Footsie? You’re on! Just remember to keep your promise when I win.” She extended her feet out to touch her sister’s, and the duel to save Tita began!

Estelle started off strong, having had the advantage of mobility and fresh legs, using her toes to quickly prod at the points she had weakened earlier. “What’s the matter-hehehehe? Cat got your tongue?”

Renne closed her eyes and focused, Tita was waiting for her, and even through her howls, she could still hear things like ‘I believe in you!’ and ‘You can do this!’ in between bouts of sobbing laughter. “Sorry Estelle, you shouldn’t have-hehe challenged me to one of my strengths.”

“C’mon Renne!” Tita called out to her! “Take her down!”

“Oh? Can you really afford to be focusing on your girlfriend right now?” Jill laughed, trying to embarrass her with audible and physical attacks now. “Guess that means you’re ready for my secret weapon.” She reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a very rough, very well used hairbrush, that had not once gotten a knot out of her hair.

Tita’s eyes widened at the implement, the look of fear only encouraging Jill to bring it closer to her delicate soles. “N-NOOOOOOOO! Please, not that! Anything but thaaaaaaaaat!” The brush came down, and her howls raised another octave, “Make it stop! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It hurts! Hahahahaha, Please stop-HAHAHAHA scratching right there! HAHAHA-AHHHHHH!”

Estelle’s giggles were almost whispers compared to Tita’s howls, however, they were coming about with about the same frequency, as Renne took control. Despite being locked in place, she always was the better tickler than her big sister, and now that she had something extra to play for, she was even more motivated to win.

“Hehehe, that’s the face I like to see.” Estelle giggled, “Looks like you got your-hahaha confidence back. I was a little-hehehe worried for a second-hahahaha there.”

“So is this my victory, then?” Renne smiled, feeling Estelle’s toes slow down.

“Just about. There’s only one last thing I need-hehehehe to say to you. Please don’t lie to me. As your big sister, I always know when you aren’t telling the truth.” Her toes quickly ramped up for one last push, getting a nice melodious laugh out of her, before she pulled her legs back. “Now then, I think Jill has gone a bit too far.”

Estelle quickly undid the straps on Renne’s wrists and ankles, and the two Brights quickly pulled Jill away before she could bring the full might of her brush onto Tita’s soles.

“Let-Let me go!” Jill pleaded, but there was no hope of her escaping from the two sisters. They forced her onto the chair Renne was just sitting in, and she made sure to make the restraints extra tight for her professor. After all, turnabout was always fair play. “Estelle, you betrayed me!”

“Sorry, Jill. You were going too far with Tita. And I like to consider her my little sister too, y’know.” She shared a glance with Renne who knew exactly what she had in mind. Renne rushed over to Tita, while Estelle picked Jill’s brush up off the ground. For the first time, Jill showed an expression somewhat resembling fear.

“Renne, I’m sorry.” Tita lowered her head, “It’s all my fault you got into this mess. I just wanted to spend a fun day with you before I moved to Erebonia. You aren’t hurt, are you?”

“I’m right as rain, Tita.” She snickered, finally able to feel a sense of relief at this situation. “Honestly I’m more worried about you, Professor Jill went way too far.”

“I could take it because I knew you’d help me out.” She smiled, and Renne wondered how someone could be so sweet and innocent after all of that happened to her.

“Hehehe, well, I wouldn’t count your chickens before they hatched. After all, since you’re already in position, that means I get to play with you too right?” Renne grabbed a folding chair, and brought her bare feet to Tita’s, oohing and aahing at how soft they felt against her own. “Coochie coochie coo!”

“R-Renne!” Tita flushed pink, “S-stop it already! My feet are super- HAHAHAHAHA- sensitive! Stop it! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

Renne smiled, and enjoyed this pleasant situation for as long as she could. After all, no one would be able to hear Tita laugh through the bestial howls of professor Jill’s struggles from the hand of justice. Estelle never showed any mercy to evil-doers, and she was about to find out exactly what that meant.

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Kairi could never really believe there was a place like this in Erebonia, the quaint village of witches tucked away deep in the Isthmia Forest possessed a rustic charm like no other. The winding river that seemed to sparkle as it ran across the village, the barrier in the sky that made it seem like it was eternally twilight, and the design of the houses made it feel like he had stepped into some kind of whimsical fairy tale. If that was the case, was he the charming prince on a journey with the beautiful princess? Well, not quite, but true to the word of his princess, they were here to meet a witch, one who happened to be an opera star as her side gig.

The two of them made their way to the largest building in the village, the atelier of the Hexen Clan elder. While Musse never told him who they were expecting to meet, his guesses were limited to the people of the clan. Was it Emma? That seemed a bit unlikely, and for some reason he couldn’t imagine it being Roselia either. Musse glanced over at him and giggled.

“Are you nervous, Kairi?” She poked at his side, and he nearly leapt out of his skin.

“M-Musse! I’m fine! I’m not nervous at all!”

“Don’t worry too much, I’m sure you’ll find her to be quite kind, once you get to know her, and once she gets to know just how cute you are when you’re being tickled.” Musse moved with whimsy and grace as she opened the door, unveiling the witch inside. Vita Clotilde greeted them with a playful smirk, guiding the two young adults inside with a curl of her finger.

“Musse told me all about you, little Kairi.” She giggled, “Why don’t you two make yourselves nice and comfortable on that couch there, and let me handle taking off that obstructive footwear for you?” Kairi was starting to get used to the process, but he couldn’t help but feel nervous as the beautiful Vita Clotilde undid his shoes and socks with her long dazzling fingers. “Well, they really are as cute as advertised.” She giggled as she ran her fingers along his soles.

“V-Vita!” He choked out her name as she set his socks and shoes aside, but she wasn’t done yet, as she unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest and belly to the world.

“Musse did say I could do whatever I wanted to you, regarding tickling~” She teased, “But don’t worry, I’m sure you’re going to have lots of fun with me.” There was something about her voice that sounded almost reassuring, even though this situation was still super embarrassing! A situation that wasn’t helped by the fact that Musse had snuggled up nice and close to him while her own shoes and socks were being given the same treatment.

“Oh no~ A big scary witch is here to tickle us senseless! Whatever will we do, Kairi?” Musse’s voice tingled with laughter as she kicked her feet out.

“And what a cute pair of feet you two have~” Vita purred, “Especially you, little Kairi. I’m eager to hear what kind of music you’ll make once I start playing with you.”

Vita was quick to pounce, tracing her finger along Kairi’s chest. “So tell me, where are you most sensitive? What part of you will make you scream for me to stop?” Her finger probed along his chest, prompting a few giggles to escape his lips.

“Vi-hehe-ta?!” There’s no way I’l tell-hehe! I don’t have any weak-hehehehehe points-HAHAHAHA!”

“Aww, it’s a little late to be shy, Kairi.” Musse teased, “After all, you came all this way with me. If you won’t tell her how ticklish your cute little feet are, I suppose I will.”

“Musse?!”

“Ah, that’s the sound I wanted to hear.” Vita trilled with delight. “Well, Kairi, let’s see if Miss Egret is telling the truth. After all, if just a few pokes are all it takes to make you giggle, I imagine you’ll be throwing your head back in laughter if I do… this!”

Her hands moved quicker than words, and the second they brushed up against his sensitive soles, he howled. “Hahahaha! Musse, why?! Ahahahaha, my feet are- Hahahahaha oh no!”

“Ah, music to my ears~” Vita cooed as she put her hands away, “but it wouldn’t be fun if I only poked you where you were weakest. No, I want to make the most delightful music, and for that, I’m going to need your help.”

With the wag of her finger, and an incantation he didn’t quite understand, the witch cast her magic spell. Without any input from his own thoughts, he extended his arms upwards, and stuck his legs out forward as far as they could go. As he tried to lower his arms back down again, he found that he couldn’t, like his body refused to listen to him.

“What’s going on? I can’t move!” He squealed in terror as his body jostled to and fro. At the very least it seemed like only his arms and legs were locked in place.

“Relax, we’re just going to have some fun with you. And we don’t want you running away now!” Vita punctuated her sentence by going to town on his feet. “Coochie coochie coo~”

“HAHAHA, wait! I’m not re-hahahaha-ady!”

“Aww, your feet are so cute, especially your toes when they wiggle around like that.” A devilish smirk was plastered to her fair features as she forced out even more giggles from the boy.

But Kairi’s giggling and squirming did not stop Vita, and only served to let Musse in on the fun too, as she took advantage of his exposed upper body to tickle his chest. “I’ll never tire of your cute reactions, Kairi!”

“Musse?! Not you-hahahaha too!” He tried to wiggle away from her, but Vita’s spell wasn’t just for show. “I’m really sensitive there, Hahahahahahah! You two are- hahahaha- too much!” Despite his hands and legs being completely free, the alien sensation that held him in place made him just as uncomfortable as the fact he was getting tickled twice as hard.

“Aww Kairi, you don’t really mean that, do you? After all, there’s a big smile on your face right now!”

“That’s not- hehehehe true! I just can’t help it because hahahahaha I’m laughing so much hehehehehe!”

Vita smiled and pulled her hands away from his feet. “While I am enjoying this greatly, it wouldn’t be fair to let him have all the fun, now would it?” She waved her finger again and cast the same spell, this time on Musse. It was kind of surprising to see the spell cast on someone else, as Musse pulled away and entered the same pose he did. If it wasn’t for her easygoing smile and laughter he would have been a smidge worried about it all.

“Oh no, whatever will I do?!”

“I can answer that question my dear,” Vita chimed in, while targeting both Musse and him now, “It’s time to tickle the two of you at the same time!”

“Hahahaha, Stop it! Vi-hehehe-ta!” Her fingers flourished as they danced on the soles of Musse and Kairi, their laughter making a beautiful chorus as Musse pretended to be in fear. But of course, her smiles and giggles entirely betrayed that notion. “I can’t escape! Hahahaha! My poor ticklish feet are at the hehehehehe whims of this wild witch! Hahahaha!”

“This evil witch isn’t done yet! After all, I have such a wonderful treat in front of me, such delectable feet need to be gobbled up!” She clicked her hands together like claws and used them to pounce on their bare feet!

Kairi howled, and Musse screamed “NOOOOOO!” at the same time before the laughter took over, the evil witch tickling every nook and cranny of their feet that she could find.

“Hahahaha! Oh I’m laughing hahahaha too much!” Musse let out, as she tried to wiggle away, “You’re too much, Vita! Hahahahahaha!”

Vita certainly seemed to be enjoying herself with Musse’s ‘torment’, but Kairi was surprised when she suddenly leaned in closer to whisper in his ear while she made a move for his ticklish sides. “Do you want to make this even more enjoyable, little Kairi?”

Kairi nodded his head without sparing a second thought, completely relaxed by the current situation. Vita was more than happy to oblige, and started tickling him even faster, humming a little song in his ear. “Hahahaha, Oh my sides! I can’t stop- hahahahaha laughing hahahahaha!”

“Sensitivity is a gift best shared, my little birds, Come share in the splendor of singing the same song~” Her whimsical and gentle voice worked its magic, though Kairi had no idea what was going on through his tickles. Musse pouted a little as Vita seemed to be focusing all of her attention on him.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, Vita.” Musse smirked.

“Oh I most certainly am, but don’t worry, Musse. I haven’t forgotten about you. I just thought I should give your little gift some extra special treatment first.” She pulled away from him, giving him a chance to catch his breath as she turned her attention to the trapped girl. “But I think it’s time to play with you now.”

Musse’s confident features shattered the instant Vita brought her fingers to bear on her soles, and a surprisingly loud howl escaped her lips. “EEEEEK! What?! What is- HAHAHAHAHA-happening?! Ahhahahahaha! This is too much! What did you hahahahaha do to me-hehehehehe?!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get so riled up, Musse.” Vita chuckled,

“You’re going way-hahahaha too hard!” She exclaimed, “I can’t hahahaha breathe, ahahahahahaha!”

“I think you’ll find I’m going quite softly, don’t you agree, Kairi?”

He nodded his head, Vita definitely wasn’t going at her with much intensity, but whatever she was doing was making Musse howl and cry out. Was this another one of her magic spells?

“See, even he agrees. All I did was make you just as ticklish as little Kairi over here. Isn’t he a brave little trooper for enjoying it so much when he’s oh so sensitive?”

“That’s not-hahahaha possible! There’s no way anyone could be this-hehehehe sensitive to tickling HAHAHAHA!”

Kairi smiled, enjoying seeing this side of Musse. It was rare to see her get cornered and flustered like this, so he wanted to savour it while it lasted. It appeared like Vita had the same idea in mind, and undid the magical restraints on his arms. “That look in your eyes tells me everything, Kairi. Why not join in on the fun?”

“Don’t do it!” She squealed, “Now that you’re free, make her- hahahahaha stop! It’s too- hahaha much!”

“But I thought you liked being tickled?” He teased, wiggling his fingers in front of her face.

“This is way too much!” She grimaced and flopped around, but found herself unable to escape from Vita’s prodding.

“Don’t worry, I have an idea on how to make it better.” A devilish smirk crept up his lips, and before Musse could question what he hand in mind, he had already struck, lifting up her shirt to expose her belly and give her the wettest raspberry he could muster. Embarrassment assailed her as a panicked noise halfway between scream and laughter leapt from her throat.

“K-k-k-kairi?! Why?! Ahahahahahaha stop it please, I can’t hahahaha, I can’t hahahaha breathe hahahaha, stop it already hehehehehehe!”

But neither he nor Vita were in moods to stop as they continued to play with the young duchess, making her laugh and squirm with every ticklish touch and loud embarrassing raspberry.

Musse squealed and squirmed, but Vita and Kairi weren’t about to let her off the hook that easily, wanting to hear her laughs light up the room for as long as they could.

“Please, I’m begging you- hahahahaha! I can’t breathe! Hahahaha!” She gasped for air, and Kairi finally decided to relent, clearly satisfied with his work. Vita pulled her hands away as well, stretching them over her head as she took a break.

“Alright, I think that’s good for now. I’ll even undo those spells I put on you now, Musse.” She waved her fingers around and the magic that pinned her in place shattered, along with the magic that made her extra sensitive.

“Seriously, you two?” Musse pouted, “Didn’t you hear me say that was way too much? And there’s no way you’re actually that sensitive, Kairi, it felt like I was getting electric shocks all over my body from the lightest touches!”

“Wait, did we actually go too far?” Kairi flushed, “Oh no, I’m sorry Musse! I didn’t mean to-”

Musse’s giggling stopped his panic, “I’m only kidding, it was a lot of fun to experience something new like that. However, there is one thing I have to pay you back for.” Before Kairi could ask what that was, she made her move, hitting his exposed belly with a raspberry of her own.”

“Musse-HEY! Ahahahaha stop it!” Kairi squealed and kicked his legs out. “That’s too-hehehehe much! Hahahaha stop doing that! HAHAHAHAHA, noooooooo!”

Vita giggled at the sight, waiting until Musse pulled away before voicing her thoughts “How adorable…” she mused to herself, “I think we should change things up a little bit. How would you feel about tickling me, Kairi?”

Kairi’s face went red, “Y-you want me to tickle you?”

Musse clapped her hands together, “Oh, that sounds like fun. It’s not every day you get a chance to tickle a famous opera singer. Don’t you want to hear how her laughs sound after tickling her?”

His blush grew even brighter as Musse popped the idea in his head. He was still shy about it, but he couldn’t help but nod his head in approval at the thought. Vita smirked, and took a seat on the far end of the couch in order to drape her long legs onto Kairi’s lap. “Be gentle with them, they’re quite sensitive.” She giggled, “Or don’t, it’s entirely up to you, little Kairi.”

Kairi oohed and aahed at the soft sensation of her legs, as he slowly undid the straps on her shoes. Setting them gently to the side, he gasped at the sight of her bare beautiful feet. They looked so soft and tempting he couldn’t help but want to touch them.

“See something you like?” Vita teased, and wiggled her toes in front of him. If his face went any redder at the sight, he’d turn into a tomato on the spot. “You have my permission~”

With her gentle encouragement, he began to fondle her feet, enjoying the soft feel of her soles as he ran his fingers along her soles.

“Hehehe, you’re so gentle, Kairi. But there’s no-hehehehe reason to be so soft.” She wiggled her toes even faster, “Be as rough as you’d like.”

Feeling a bit of confidence well up within him, he started to move faster, turning the gentle giggles of the witch into full blown laughter as he teased and prodded her more sensitive spots. “Do you like that?” He chuckled, as she arched backward.

“Hahahaha! You’re really something special, Kairi-hehehehehe-HAHAHAHAHA!” She tried to speak, but her composure was breaking with every caress.

“Aww, your toes are really cute, Vita.” He giggled and tickled her some more, “especially how they wiggle when I tickle them like this~”

Vita’s smile consumed her face as the laughs just kept coming. “Hahahaha! You’re a really naughty boy, Kairi! Hahaha, I wouldn’t expect that from someone hahahaha with such a cute face- hehehehe! My poor ticklish toesies hahahahahaha!”

Musse watched this all with an amused smile, seeing how much fun Kairi was having made her want to join in on the fun too, so while Kairi’s legs weren’t bound in place with any magic, with Vita’s feet drawing all of his attention, he was trapped in the moment. Seeing how wide open his toes were, Musse couldn’t help but pounce.

“Hahaha! Musse?!”

She smirked, “You’re just too cute, I couldn’t resist. I want to see what you looked like when you were tickling and getting tickled at the same time. You’re such a cutie~”

“M-Musse?!” He turned completely red now as his classmate fawned over his toes, “W-what are you- HAHAHAHAHA- doing now?”

“Just playing a little game~” She grabbed his big toe and started to sing, “This little piggy went to the market~”

“No, stop it! Hahahahahaha! This is way too embarrassing!!” He squealed, and had to stop tickling Vita because he was laughing so hard.

“This little piggy stayed home~” Musse continued to sing, as Kairi howled in laughter.

“This little piggy had roast beef~” Vita joined in on the song, adding her beautiful voice to Musse’s. Though her little piggies had something other than roast beef on their minds as they crawled up Kairi’s midsection.

“And this little piggy had none~” Musse continued, drifting to his fourth toe while Vita got herself nice and comfortable with her feet up against his chest.

“Wait, hold on! Don’t HAHAHAHAHA-” Kairi’s eyes widened in horror, “Oh no! HAHAHAHAHA! My sides! My toes! My hahahahahaha feet! I’m way too ticklish-HEHEHEHEHEHE!”

Kairi’s laughter drowned out the last verse of the song as Musse and Vita used their teamwork to tickle him all over. Vita’s dexterous toes and Musse’s lithe fingers made Kairi howl in delight and laughter as he giggled and laughed until he could no longer breathe from laughing so hard.

“Oh that was ever so delightful~” Vita said, after finally cooling down, “I haven’t had fun like that in quite a while, Musse. I have to thank you for bringing such a cute ticklish boy to the village. I’d love to do this again sometime, just so I can see how embarrassed I can make this little cutie~”

Musse laughed and shook her head, “That sounds like fun, but I promised plenty of other people that they’d get a turn tickling him, so you’ll have to wait just a little bit longer.” She gave Kairi a knowing wink, “So I hope you’re looking forward to it.”

Kairi smiled and nodded his head, eager to see just what Musse had in store for him next, as Vita started to sing a song about how ticklish he was. If she was trying to embarrass him, it was definitely working, as he started to worry if he was going to permanently turn a shade of red after all this.

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This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, how did she possibly end up in a situation like this? Juna lamented as she found herself strapped to a chair, next to her friend Tio. Elie and her mom, Lina had successfully convinced her this was some kind of therapy, but no matter how comfy the chairs were, it really didn’t make much sense if she was going to be locked into place. “So uh, seriously, Mom, Elie? What’s with the straps?”

“I have to agree. This doesn’t seem above board for relaxation methods.” Tio chimed in.

“Oh dear, you two have been working too hard, you really could use the break.” Elie chimed in, “The only reason we have these straps in place is so you don’t squirm around too much. We wouldn’t want to accidentally get hurt when you start to feel the relaxation kick in after all.”

“This is sus.” Tio deadpanned, “Please let Juna and I go immediately.”

“No can do, dear.” Lina Crawford replied, as she lifted Tio’s feet up onto the table. “We have to make sure you two get proper therapy after all those all nighters you two have been pulling.”

“But mom, I can’t help that we have so much work to do at the branch campus!” Juna protested as Elie lifted her legs up and plopped them on the table. With a deft hand, the two of them tied Juna and Tio up so tight that escape was no longer an option. “But seriously, I think it’s about time you tell us what this is all about!”

“Okay, now that everything is ready, I suppose there’s no harm in telling you.” Lina glanced over at Elie and giggled. “It’s time you two got some quality tickle therapy!”

“No! You’re kidding, right?” Juna blanched as she recalled all the times her mom would try and tickle her as a kid. She tried to pull her arms away, but she was locked in tighter than any prisoner. “Tell me you aren’t serious!”

“Absolutely not! I refuse!” Tio said, thrashing about in her seat. Unfortunately for her, the straps were too tough for a girl like her to escape from. They were even too tough for a girl like Juna to escape from!

“Sorry darlings, but we decided that you two need it. After all, you’ve been working so hard! Especially you, Juna. You’re going to be tickled, and you’re going to like it.” Lina smirked, and Juna could tell from her eyes that she wasn’t about to take no for an answer. “Now lets go ahead and get these socks off!”

“Noooo!” Juna shrieked, but Lina had already grabbed hold of the fabric, and pulled them off her feet like it was nothing. “Stop it right now, mom!”

“Uh-uh-uh, sweetie, it’s been too long since I had the chance to tickle my oldest! I’m sure Ken and Nana would like a chance at tickling you too!”

“Don’t you dare! I’ll die of embarrassment! Literally!” She tried kicking up a storm but all that meant was her weakly wiggling her feet around. “Let us go right now!”

“Don’t be like that.” Lina chided, “This will be a great bonding exercise for the four of us, I feel!” She twirled the pink socks around her finger before folding them delicately onto the table. If she was doing laundry this perfectly then she was in the zone right now, and there was nothing she could do to convince her otherwise.

“Elie, please. This isn’t funny.” Tio whined beside her, “You don’t have to do this!”

But Elie did have to do this, as she slowly but surely pulled Tio’s tiny toes away from her tiny socks. “Oh my goddess, get a load of these Ti-oes!” Elie cooed, “They’re even cuter up close like this!”

“Elie, please! The comments were bad enough, but please stop with the puns!” Tio pouted, and then screeched as Elie grabbed them! “Elie-hehehe! Stop it!”

“No can do~ And the puns are cute, so I won’t stop there either!” She giggled and continued to wiggle her toes about.

“Eep! Stop that right now, Elie-hahaha!”

While Juna and Tio were desperately trying to break free, Lina spoke up, a devilish grin on her cheeks. “I think it’s about time we really got started, don’t you think, Elie? They can complain all they’d like, but once they start laughing I’m sure that will all come to an end~” Elie nodded her head, and Lina took that as consent to start tickling her daughter’s feet in earnest. Her fingers were gentle, poking and prodding at all the points she knew were most sensitive.

“Mom, please! Hahaha, not there, HAHAHA!” Juna squealed at her mom’s soft tickles.

“Now Juna, haven’t I taught you that yelling at your mother was rude? Just for that I’m going to have to kick things up a notch!” Her tickling grew faster and more fervent, her fingers dancing along her soles.

Juna screamed out, “AHHH! NO! Let me go!” but it sounded a lot more like “HAHAHAHA Le-HEHEHEHEHEHE Me-HEHEHEHEHE GO-HAHAHAHA!” as Lina brought her talent and knowledge to bear on her poor daughter.

“There’s no escape from mama’s ticklish fingers this time~” Lina cooed, but she wondered if Juna could even hear her taunts over her own laughter. Meanwhile, Tio was laughing up a storm as well, Elie proving to be just as talented at making her victim lose her head with laughter.

“Elie-hehehehe, why are you-HAHAHAHA!” Tio couldn’t even get her words out as she thrashed and struggled in her bindings.

“Oh Tio, I’m just playing with your toes~” Elie giggled, running her fingers along the girl’s delicate tootsies. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice and gentle, after all I know how sensitive you are.

“That doesn’t make me feel better! HEHEHEHEHE!” Tio retorted, but that only seemed to put Elie in a better mood, as she started to hum.

“Tio’s Ticklish Toes, Oh where oh where will she go~” Elie giggled as she made up a song in her head. “But there’s nowhere to go, when she’s getting tickled to and fro!”

Tio squealed, “Stop it please! Ahahahahaha!” But Elie couldn’t tell it whether it was about the tickling or the singing, so she just kept doing both, making sure to make Tio’s laughs ring in tune to her song.

“Make it stop…” Juna groaned with her last second of breath, “Ple-HEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA-EEEEESE!”

Lina wasn’t cruel of course, and she knew that her daughter had reached her limit. As much as she’d love to keep to going, anymore would push this past therapy and into torture, so acquiescing to her daughter’s words, she agreed.

But it was only a temporary reprieve, as both Elie and Lina swapped places. It wasn’t enough for Juna to breathe a sigh of relief, as her therapist changed. “Elie, you don’t have to do this.” She begged, hoping beyond hope that she’d change her mind. But her pleas fell on deaf ears, as Elie wiggled her fingers in front of her face.

“Don’t be like that, Juna. Once you accept how fun this is, I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better!” She reached down and grabbed her toes, giggling at how cute they were. “Especially when you have such charming feet to tickle! Coochie coochie coo!”

“Elie, sta-hahahahahap it!”

While Juna was struggling with Elie, Tio was in a much more precarious situation, as Lina paced around her new victim. “Tell me, Tio~” She asked, with just a hint of sadistic glee, “Just how ticklish are those ti-oes of yours?”

She could sense her hostility from a selge away, and squealed in panic. “Don’t come any closer, I’ll scream!”

“Oh Tio… That’s exactly what I want you to do.” Lina curled her lips and wiggled her fingers menacingly. “You’re going to scream… just, like, this!” She pounced at her captured quarry, and made Tio squeal in fear as her fingers poked and prodded, forcing tickles out of her like a stubborn stain out of a kitchen counter.

“Make it HAHAHAHAA STOP! Stop it, HAHAHAHA, Stop HAHAHAHA PLEASE!” Tio kicked and screamed, but all that seemed to do was make Lina go for it with even more fervor, seeing just how far she could push the young blue haired girl. “Hahahahahaha oww my HAHAHAHA ribs HAHAHA it Hahaha-hurts so hahahaha much hahahahaha! Stop it! HAHAHAHAHA!”

Elie glanced up from her position, hearing just how loud and desperate Tio’s screams were compared to Juna’s. This moment of distraction was enough for Juna, who had become somewhat of a practiced hand when it came to escaping from restraints. She did manage to pick up on a few tricks from the police academy after all. She slid one wrist out of the strap holding it in place, and quickly used that free hand to free the other. As she was about to revel in her success, she found that Elie was no longer distracted by her fellow tickler, and instead grabbed both of Juna’s wrists herself.

“Uh uh uh, Juna. You can’t run away from all the fun just yet!” Elie forced her arms over her head, making it even harder for her to escape.

“Elie?! Let me go right now!” She glanced over and gulped. It was just her luck that she saw her mother approaching, a glint of cold steel in her eyes. She screamed, “AHHHHH! Don’t come any closer!”

“What’s the matter, Juna? You tried to escape, so I think you need to get tickled even more as punishment! And your armpits are the best place to start!”

“Don’t you dare!” Each second ticked with palpable terror pounding in her ears as her mother’s fingers drew closer and closer to her armpits. “St-Stop it!” And no matter how much she tried to struggle, Elie had her in the perfect grip. Lina Crawford’s fingers grew closer… closer... Until they were just a fraction away from contact. “Mom, Please?!” A devilish grin took hold of her mother’s face, and her hands made contact, one devastating poke to each pit, before clamping down on her prey for good! “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“Oh sweetie, that was your best scream yet.” Lina replied, a broad grin enveloping her face. “Let’s try and make it even louder this time.” She dug in deeper, and made her daughter howl.

“AHHH! HAHAHAHAHA STOP!” Juna’s face contorted as the screams she desperately released turned into the horrifying and inevitable sounds of laughter. “Stop it, stop it, stop it HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE IT HAHAHAHAHA STOP!” The swirling sounds of screams and laughs were more manic and terrified than Tio had ever heard out of Juna, and she could only beg for their tormentors to stop.

“What part of this is supposed to be relaxing!” She cried out, “Look at your daughter! Can’t you see how much she’s suffering because of this! She came all the way back here from her studies at Thors to be subjected to this torture, and you think this is what she needs?!” Her voice was growing hoarse, and her complaints were falling on deaf ears. Elie at least gave a sympathetic smile but it was clear that Lina was the one in charge here.

“Tio, my dear. All you need to do is open yourself up to the tickling, and you’ll see just how fun it can be! Fighting against it will only make it last longer!”

“That’s ridi-hehehe-culous!” Juna chided, “Mom that doesn't make -hahahahaha- any sense-hahahaha!”

Tio didn’t agree with their reasoning, but Juna was going red in the face, and it was clear she couldn’t take much more of this torture. “Fine, allow me to test your theorem.”

“Ti-HEHEHE-O!” Juna frantically shouted, “No, stop! Don’t AHAHAHAHAHAAHA do it!” But Juna’s laughter relented as Elie let her arms go, and Lina pulled away.Juna was so gobsmacked by this change of events that she didn’t even once thing to try and undo the straps around her ankles.

“Well Tio, how do you like this?” Lina started, going for her left foot.

“It's two on one, Tio!” Elie chimed in, taking her right. “Don’t tap out too easily!”

“Heehee.” Tio giggled, but otherwise didn’t respond to their provocation.

Lina smiled, “Oh? You’re really buying in, aren’t you?”

“Hehehehe!” Her laughter sounded like the ringing of bells, which left Juna with mouth agape. There was no way that was actually the solution, was it? They must have been going easy on her! But when Juna saw how quickly Elie and her mom’s fingers were moving, there was no way that could be the case. So how, how was she able to resist like that?

“Well, I’ll be. You’re doing great, Tio.” Lina cheered, proud of the change in the young girl.

“Yeah, you look like you’re having fun, Tio!” Elie agreed.

“Strange, hehehe. It shouldn’t make sense, yet it-hehehehe does.” Tio nodded, a serene smile on her face, only broken to let some gentle giggles go free. “Could there be some me-hehehehe-thod in the madness- hahahaha- after all?”

“Well, I’d like to think so.” Elie remarked, “What do you say, Juna? Would you like to try it now that you know the secret? You could leave at any time, but you chose to stay so…”

Juna, despite all common sense telling her she should just untie herself and go, decided to stay in place and let this unfold. I mean, Tio looked like she was having fun, and she wasn’t capable of lying under a strain like that.

“Wait a minute.” Tio said, “I don’t think she’s ready to trust you with this, but I think I might be able to convince her.” Elie and Lina shared a glance before agreeing to let her have a turn with her friend. They undid her binds and took a step back as Tio took her place in front of Juna.

She blushed and shook her head, “Tio, you don’t have to do this. Think about it, you’re free now!”

“It’s alright, you’ll be free soon enough.” Tio said, taking a seat on the chair Elie so helpfully provided, and wiggled her toes in front of Juna’s feet. “This is something we can both enjoy, look.”

Tio’s feet made contact with Juna’s, and elicited a gentle giggle from the pink haired girl. She was definitely going about this more gently than her mother or Elie did, and in this position, Juna could fight back, even if her legs were locked in place. “Hehehe! Tio!”

“Admit it Juna, this is fun, isn’t it? Hahahahaha!” Tio laughed as Juna tried to maneuver her feet around Tio’s attack.

“I’m not admitting anything-hehehehehe!” Juna squirmed as her friend ratcheted up the intensity. Oh, it was on now! “Don’t think I won’t get you-hoo-hoo-hoo back for that, Ti-hehehehe-o!

The two girls were deeply engaged in their game of footsie, but the embarrassment was only starting for Juna as both Elie and Lina started to sing and tease her about how much she was having.

“I’m not having-HAHAHAHA fun! I swear!” Juna’s protests weren’t fooling anyone, especially Tio who could see just how bright that smile on her face was.

“You aren’t fooling anyone~ Hahahahahaha!” Tio laughs provided the perfect chorus to Elie and Lina, who went full board on teasing the young pink haired girl.

Try as she might, she just couldn’t convince them that this wasn’t fun at all. Her laughs flowed like a river, as maybe somewhere deep down, she was enjoying it. Just a little bit though! This was still cruel and- “Hahahaha, Not there Tio! Hahahahahahaha Oh stop it, ahahahaha!” She couldn’t even finish her thoughts with how much she was having playing footsie with her dear friend. This wasn’t the vacation she was expecting, but it might have just been the one she needed.

Chapter Text

“Haaaaah.” Alisa let out a long sigh, kicking her legs underneath her desk. “Seriously, what am I even doing here? Can’t believe I fell for Sara’s provocation. A special lesson? Really?” She resisted the urge to sigh again, and glanced out the window.

“Thank you for waiting, Alisa! I’m glad you could volunteer your time to this.” Alisa reacted to Sara’s voice, but her jaw quickly dropped to the floor when she saw Sharon walk in the room beside her.

“What kind of lesson is this if you’ve got Sharon coming in with you?” She asked, “She might be helping with the dorm, but she’s not a teacher.” She glanced over at the grinning maid, “and don’t tell me you got a teaching license just to prove me wrong.”

She giggled into her hand and shook her head, “Unfortunately, I did not. While that would be a good idea, I’m afraid I wouldn’t want to put your homeroom teacher out of a job.”

“Yeah teaching is hard and-” Sara’s eyes narrowed at Sharon’s response, “What was that?”

She giggled again, clearly having the time of her life at both Sara and Alisa’s distress. “In any case, I do think we should tell her, it would be more fun that way.”

“Hmm..” Sara paused and crossed her arms, “I suppose we could…”

Sharon zipped out from behind her teacher, and before she could finish blinking, her maid reached out and grabbed her wrists, pulling them up above her head. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. “S-Sharon! What are you doing?”

Sara took the opportunity to approach her, eyeing her like a rabbit on the hunt. Her teacher’s arms reached out and tickled at her exposed sides. “AH! What are you, hahahaha doing!”

“Just running a little test, one that I’m very happy with.” Sara sang cheerfully.

“S-stop it right this hehehehehehe instant! This isn't funny, HAHAHAHA!”

Sharon chuckled to herself, “Oh no lady Alisa, I think this is hilarious.” Before Alisa could react to that ludicrous statement from her maid, her arms were lowered and tied behind her back. How the heck did she even get her tied up so fast… she had a feeling she didn’t want to know the answer to that question, as she glanced up at her smiling maid.

“Well, we might as well answer your question now that you can’t run away.” Sara smirked, “We’ll be putting you through a little torture. Of the tickling variety.”

Alisa flinched at the word torture, and flinched a second time at the mention of tickling. Did those two know? She bit her lip softly and tried to keep her composure. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not laughing!”

Sara’s smile sent chills down her spine. “This isn’t a joke, but I did think of something funny.” Before Sara could elaborate, she ducked out of sight and Alisa could feel Sara’s hands brushing up against her boots.

“What the heck?! Get off me!” Alisa thrashed and squirmed, but Sharon was doing her part to hold her down, so her resistance was proving to be futile as Sara expertly unraveled the laces of her boots. One popped off and she screamed out! “Put that back this instant!”

“Nope!” She smiled and with a single pop, her other boot came loose. “Ah, free at last, too bad the rest of you won’t be soon. Isn’t this so much more fun, Sharon?”

Sharon giggled, “Yes, I have to agree, Lady Sara. Shall we carry her kicking and screaming to the tickle room?”

“For once I’m glad you read my mind, Sharon.” Sara laughed and the two older women picked her up like a sack hoisting her over their shoulder with composed and precise teamwork. “Let’s go go go!”

“What are you doing! Put me down this instaaaaaaaant!” She shrieked as Sharon and Sara rushed down the corridor, “What is wrong with you two!”

“Aww don’t be scared. We won’t be too hard on you~” Sara teased, “We’re just going tie you up a little, play around for a bit and see what happens.”

“You’ll be perfectly fine, my lady. Probably.” Sharon giggled, and Alisa suddenly discovered that probably was the most dangerous word that could escape from her maid’s lips.

“S-Stop! Put me down! Let me go! I swear I’ll scream!”

“Well that is kind of the point.” Sara teased as she opened the door. “It wouldn’t be proper training if you didn’t scream a little, right Elliot?”

“E-Elliot!” She gasped, “What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you’re in on this too?!”

“Sorry.” He muttered, while helping Sara and Sharon get her into position, “When Sara has an idea in her head, it’s hard to get her to say no. Try not to worry, I’m sure it won’t be as bad as they’re making it sound.”

Alisa grit her teeth as she was shoved into her prison, the restraints on the chair coiled around her wrists and ankles, forcing her to be the subject of Instructor Sara’s twisted games. Yet for a brief moment she had to wonder why there were two chairs there. Were they planning on capturing someone else too? “Untie me this instant! When mother hears about this-”

“Do you really think Irina would mind?” Sharon teased, “I think you can imagine what she would say, wouldn’t you?”

Alisa’s face grew pale as she imagined her mother’s flippant reaction. “Sharon!”

She shook her head, “Don’t worry lady Alisa, you won’t be alone in this tickling at the very least. Sara and I have both offered to be tickled as well, while Master Elliot will be doing the tickling today.”

“Lucky you, stud.” Sara said, prodding him in the belly, “It’s not every day you get to tickle two badass babes and one of your classmates.” Her fingers danced around his stomach, and he let out the most melodious giggles. Even his laughter was blessed by music, it seemed.

“Seriously, this joke isn’t funny.” Alisa protested, wrestling against the tight binds, “You guys have had your fun, now let me go. And give me back my boots while you’re at it!”

“Tsk tsk, you should know better, Alisa.” Sara wagged her finger, “I never joke. Except when I do!” She winked again and Alisa worried that she might get a headache if this kept up. “Now then, Mister Craig, you have a decision to make. Do you want to tickle me first, or Sharon?”

Elliot’s face betrayed his excitement and embarrassment at it all, but he didn’t hesitate to make his choice. “Sharon, would you do the honours?”

“I’d be delighted, Master Elliot.” She hummed, and joined her lady on the tickling chairs. After getting some help from Sara to get strapped in she was ready to go, smiling all the while.

Sara purred, “Excellent choice, Elliot. I’ve always wanted to go to town on Alisa’s feet, and you’ve given me the perfect opportunity!” Like a cat, she leapt at the action, her fingers scrambling for Alisa’s bare soles.

“NOOOOO! HAHAHA, stop!” She shrieked, “This isn’t funny!” Her body writhed and squirmed but she couldn’t make it out of her tightening bonds. “Stop…” her fingers dug into the arms of her chair, “STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAH! MAKE IT HAHAHAHA, STOOOOOOOP!” Her eyes glared at her teacher, “Get your hands off of me-hehehehahahahaha!

“If you’re screaming like that already, you’re going to be in for a rough time.” Sara teased, “We’re just getting started with this tickle lesson! Coochie coochie coo!”

“STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA! DON’T HAHAHAHA DO THAT!”

Sara’s tickles were rough and aggressive, and so quick that Elliot was caught off guard. Sharon however was smiling all the while, gently kicking her beautiful legs up and down to draw his attention. It was time he got started as well, and he would need to remove her boots to do it first. Unravelling her laces, he pulled off her boots one at a time, and gently unrolled her socks.

“My, such a gentleman.” Sharon blushed as he handled her legs with delicate care.

“You have beautiful feet, Sharon.” Elliot gulped as he finished taking her socks off, his eyes drawn to the little wiggle of her toes.

“Be careful with them, I am quite ticklish.” She teased, rotating her feet in place. Taking that as an invitation to go further, he reached out for her toes, rubbing them gently. True to her word, she giggled almost immediately, unable to contain her laughs for a single second. “Hehehe, you’re quite good at this, hahahaha!”

‘So it was true…” he mumbled to himself, encouraged to tickle her even more. Though to be honest, he could barely hear her over Alisa’s screams, as Sara was anything but delicate.

“Sara! Stop! I swear I’ll hahahahaha!” Sara dug her fingers in deeper, really making her howl to silence any protests she might have.

“Oh Alisa, you’re not having fun? Look at how much your maid is enjoying it. I really don’t see the problem here.” She laughed at her own joke before turning to her other student. “So Elliot, what do you think of Sharon’s feet? Give me your honest thoughts!”

“They’re cute…” Elliot trailed off, his face turning red, and providing Sara with all the amusement she could ever want.

She clapped her hands together and laughed, unwittingly giving poor Alisa a moment to catch her breath. “Every woman loves an honest man, but-” Her eyes narrowed, “You don’t really think she has cuter feet than me, do you?” She punctuated her statement by going harder on Alisa, trying to get her to scream even louder than before.

“Sara! You evil teacher! HAHAHAHA! I’ll get you for-hahahaha this! Hahahahaha stop it hahahahaha!”

Elliot looked down and shook his head. “Oh, I’m only kidding.” Sara giggled, “No need to get discouraged, they are very beautiful feet.”

“Why thank you lady-hehehehehe Sara!” Sharon tried her best to remain polite, but she was having a hard time through all the laughter. Elliot was really enjoying seeing what kind of reactions he could get out of the maid, as his fingers moved nimbly to create the best music he could. But if his tickles were meant for harmony, Sara’s were made for dischord.

“This isn’t funny, make it stop!” Alisa screamed, tears forming in her eyes as her face had gone completely red. “I can’t hahahahahaha breathe hahahaha!”

“Hmm, I guess I can relent.” Sara begrudgingly said, putting her hands away, “If I go any harder you may actually pass out. What do you say, Elliot?”

“I suppose that works out.” Elliot said, “Sara, I think I’d like to tickle you now.”

Sharon nodded and got up from her seat, offering Sara a chance without a moment of hesitation. “I wonder if you’ll appreciate my tickles more, Lady Alisa. It has been a long time since I’ve done something like this.”

Alisa felt uneasy, but anything was better than Sara’s monstrous fingers coming down on her. And having a moment to breathe was better than nothing.

“You should consider yourself lucky, Alisa.” Sara teased her as she sat down in the chair beside her, “Aren’t you glad you have such a gentleman like Elliot coming to your rescue?” She wiggled her legs and grinned, “You know what to do, Elliot.”

He nodded and started unlacing her boots, taking them off carefully and placing them beside Sharon’s. He pulled off her socks and was once again floored by how beautiful her feet were. It was almost a shame that they belonged to someone like Sara.

Sensing the fact that he was zoning out, Sara quickly moved her feet, using her toes to lift up his shirt and get a few preemptive tickles in on his exposed belly. “Pay attention, now. You don’t have me strapped in like Alisa is.”

“Hehe, you raise a fair point instructor. I’m sorry, I’ll take this seriously.” He gave a chilling smile and got to work. He changed his tickling pace and gave Sara something a lot rougher than he did Sharon.

“W-wait, you can slow-hehehe down a HAHAHAHA bit!” Sara’s face went pale, as Elliot just gave her a calm, cherubic smile. “Wait! Hahahahaha! Make it stop-HAHAHAHAHA! I wasn’t ready yet! Hahahahahaha!”

Alisa giggled at the sight. It gave her a small bit of comfort to know that Sara was even worse than she was when it came to being tickled. Unfortunately that small bit of comfort receded when she felt Sharon’s hand brush against her toes. “Ah! Sharon! Hahahaha!”

“You shouldn’t bounce around so much, my lady. I’m only just getting started.” She giggled, and continued her enigmatic assault, eliciting screams all the while. “Oh, this is so much fun!”

“Sharon! Hahahaha, stop it! Why do you know exactly where I’m tick-hehehe-lish?!” Alisa screamed as her back arched in the chair.

“Because you’re ticklish everywhere, my lady.” She retorted with a perfect answer, which only made things worse for Alisa. “But I suppose I should make this an enjoyable experience for you as well as myself. A mere maid shouldn’t deign to put her own enjoyment above her master’s.” She tilted her head and smiled. “How about we sing a song? I think you know this one very well~”

She grabbed her big toe and started to sing, “This little piggy went to market~”

“No! Stop it! HAHAHAHAHA!”

“This little piggy stayed home!”

“Sha-hahahahahahaha-ron!”

“This little piggy had roast beef~”

“I swear, I’ll tell mother! Hahahahahaha!”

“And this little piggy had none!” Sharon laughed at Alisa’s predicament, enjoying herself far more than Alisa could ever imagine. Only through a brief break in her screams did she notice that Elliot was doing the exact same thing to Sara, and she had never seen her instructor that red before.

“Stop it-HAHA! Elliot!” Sara screamed, “I’m too-HAHAHA cool to have this happen to hehehe-me!”

“C’mon Sara, sing along if you can! This little piggy had roast beef~”

“I’ve got beef right-HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh Aidios stop it! HAHAHAHAHAH!”

“And this little piggy had none!”

“Stop! Stop! Stop it! Hahahahahahaha!”

Elliot and Sharon joined together in unison for the last line, “and this little piggy went WEE WEE WEE, all the way home!”

“Hahahahaha, stop it!” Alisa squealed through bright red cheeks.

“This is so hahahaha-embarassing!” Sara wanted to hide her face with her hands, but had no such luck getting out of the special Sharon-made restraints.

Their fingers on their respective target’s pinky toes, they all wiggled and screamed with laughter, finding enjoyment in the shared experience, until their sides hurt too much from laughing and they all needed a chance to catch their breaths.

“Are you having fun yet, my lady?” Sharon asked, as she watched Elliot playing with Sara’s toes from the corner of her eye.

“Are you kidding me? Of course not!” Alisa huffed, “How could I ever find this base torture any fun?”

Sharon tilted her head, “Well you say that, but take a look at the straps on your wrists.” Alisa looked down, and wiggled her wrist around to find that the straps weren’t just loose, they were practically unfastened already. One more little twist was all it took to free her right hand from its restraint.

“S-seriously?!” Alisa blushed red as she hung her head, “I can’t believe I could have escaped this whole time… was I really enjoying myself that much?” She shook her head, “I’ll admit it was fine when you were doing it, but I REFUSE to let Sara do that to me!”

Sharon smiled and tilted her head like she had another mischievous idea in mind. Fortunately, this was one idea Alisa could get behind. “My lady, as a reward for your honesty, would you like to put lady Sara through some tickles as well?”

She couldn’t agree fast enough, “That sounds fair to me!” She quickly undid the other strap with her free hand, and together they surrounded their captured prisoner.

“W-wait, what was that?!” Sara gulped as she saw Sharon and Alisa in her peripheries. “H-hold on, we can talk about this can’t we?! This wasn’t part of the deal at all!”

“I’m so sorry, Sara, but when it comes to my duties, I am a maid of the Reinford family first and foremost.” She said, sounding completely sincere, but Sara could feel a chill go down her spine at that angelic smile of hers. Sara’s eyes turned to her young student, who looked more than eager to start tickling, the way she was wiggling her fingers. “Elliot, save me!”

But it was too late as he had already stepped aside, and let Alisa take her turn. “How do you like this, instructor?”

“Wait, stop! Not there! Wait pleEEK! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Sara howled, “My feet are sensi-HAHAHA-tive! Be gentle! Hahahaha no please Aidios hahahahaha no hahahaha my feet hahahah they hahahaha are too hahahahah ticklish!”

“What’s the matter, Sara? We’re just getting started.” Alisa’s teeth flash and Sara could feel an inescapable dread drape its slender fingers across her soul. To say nothing of the slender fingers currently going to town on her soles.

“Mercy!” She begged, “Mercy-heheheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHA! St-hahahahaha-ahp ittttttt!”

Sharon just giggled at the sight, happy to see her lady finally having a chance to enjoy herself. Elliot wiped the sweat off his brow, smiling at the sight as well. Before the two could share a word, Sharon pushed him into the vacated chair, and smiled. “You don’t have to say it master Elliot, I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

He gulped and put out his feet for Sharon, who gleefully took them in stride. “Such a good ticklish boy you are. Let’s have lots of fun together, okay?”

And so their tickle room was surrounded by the sounds of laughter, from the gentle, sweet giggles of Elliot under Sharon’s gentle touch, or the howling screams of terror from Sara, as Alisa brought all of her pent up frustration to bear.