Hi All!
I recently wrote a tickle fanfic about Pepper Potts getting captured and interrogated. It's a bit long but I hope you enjoy it!
Mission Report 2508 - Pepper Potts, CEO
Tony, I would give anything to not have to relay these events to you, but you need to have all of the facts. These are the events of the last forty eight hours which have led to our company’s ruin. I was forced to give up the security codes that you entrusted me with when you made me CEO.
I never thought I had a breaking point, but he found it Tony. And it was just tickling! He got me to ruin my whole career and our company simply by tickling the bottoms of my feet until I couldn’t take anymore. To say I am more embarrassed than I’ve ever been in my life is a gross understatement. I can never repay you Tony or make this right. But even though it is humiliating, I will take you through every single horrible moment so that you understand fully what happened and why I gave up our company.
At eighteen hundred hours yesterday, I received a distress call from a yacht out in the Pacific. A group of models were being photographed for the latest Sports Illustrated issue when they were overtaken by pirates. Normally, this would be a job for the Coast Guard or the Navy, but the group’s leader was a known terrorist and metahuman, codename: Dr. Torture.
I’d read the files before suiting up. Apparently, Dr. Torture was known for being able to extract information and secrets from anyone using a method that never failed. His victims were too ashamed to admit how he’d gotten them to break, but many had mentioned torture and blackmail. I watched some videos of the victims and while there were no signs of physical harm, they all exhibited the same indications of being tortured horribly and being broken psychologically. Strangely, all of the victims were barefoot and in very little clothing when rescued. And all would flinch if anyone would try to touch them or examine them. One woman, an Israeli reporter, broke one of the doctor’s jaws when he placed his hands on the bottom of her foot to try and get a better look at a curious mark just beneath the pads of her toes. She shrieked laughter and kicked him wildly in the face. The strange part was that it took them a full three minutes to get her to stop giggling. Something definitely wasn’t right and I wanted to make sure that these newest victims wouldn’t suffer the same fate.
I immediately alerted Jarvis to prepare my Rescue Armor and had him do a diagnostic to make sure that every seal was intact. I wasn’t taking any chances that this creep could get to me. I slipped on the thin under armor garment and stepped into the suit. As it sealed around me and powered up, I felt invincible. I know you know the feeling Tony. When you’re in those suits, you feel like nothing can touch you or harm you. I had no idea how wrong I was.
It took me about 30 minutes to make it out to the stranded yacht. I activated the stealth mode, went invisible and did a quick fly-by to see how many guards were on deck. Fortunately, it seemed there were only five. I was able to knock them out within twenty seconds and I landed on deck. I didn’t see any signs of the victims or Dr. Torture so I turned on my audio surveillance equipment. At first, I couldn’t figure out what I was hearing. It sounded like laughter, but almost painful laughter. Someone below was shrieking and begging their tormentor to stop torturing them. More confused than ever, I then did a thermal scan of the area below deck.
Right away, I could see the heat signatures of nine people. Eight of the people were standing in a line with their arms over their heads as if tied to the ceiling. I tracked the ninth and largest heat signature, clearly Dr. Torture, as he slowly paced back and forth in front of the cowering group. Over the audio surveillance equipment, the laughter had stopped, but then I heard a deep and commanding voice say, “I won’t ask again. Tell me the code to the safe or you’ll get what she just got.” I watched him point to one of the captives. This person was slightly hunched over and clearly unconscious, hanging limply from the restraints holding their arms above their head. Dr. Torture then walked around behind the next intended victim and demanded, “Well? Let’s hear it? The code please.” A shaky, but strong female voice responded. “Never! Do your worst! I’ll never tell you!” I have to tell you Tony that I wanted to cheer her on right then and there, but I needed to move quickly and quietly if I was going to make it to the group in time. As it happened, I was already too late. I watched in horror as Dr. Torture’s hands suddenly darted to the poor girl’s exposed armpits and he began to tickle her! His fingers were wiggling back and forth so quickly across her underarms that the poor woman barely had time to register what was happening before she erupted with forced laughter. She struggled, twisted and turned and did everything she could to try and escape his fingers, but every direction she moved in, he would simply follow and continue the torture. She shrieked the word “STOP!” but he just laughed and continued tickling her. This brought about more thrashing and a higher pitched laugh that was filled with panic. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and hearing! These people had been tied up and were being tickle tortured! I had heard stories of that being used in the past, but never thought it was still being used. I started to hurry now, giving up on being quiet. I couldn’t let this poor woman suffer like this. She was flailing back and forth and howling with laughter as I made it down the stairs and burst into the interior cabin.
The heat vision snapped off immediately, and before me, I saw the eight prisoners. Every one of them looked exhausted and terrified. There were six women and two men. All were dressed in bathing suits. Dr. Torture had apparently caught them in the middle of the photo shoot. My eyes snapped over to Dr. Torture, and to my dismay, I saw that he was wearing a suit of armor! Hammer Industries was stamped across the logo. The armored gloves of the suit looked strange. They had tiny knobs all over the palms and tiny feathery cords would suddenly dart out and caress the air. The thought of those horrid things on my own naked flesh made me shiver. I looked down at the woman who was doubled over and panting in front of him. Her arms were still tied above her but the ropes seemed to allow slack when Dr. Torture wanted them to. She looked up at me and I could see through her damp, raven hair that she was extremely strong willed. She immediately stopped panting and stood back up. The effort it must have taken to expose her vulnerable underarms again to that monster, I can’t even imagine. She had to be around six feet tall when she stood up, her face almost blocking Dr. Torture from view. She spit angrily on the ground, then yelled back at him, “Now you’re gonna get it asshole!”. Her face broke out into a terrible grin as her eyes blazed with rage.
I raised my arms up and powered both my repulsors. “Step away from her NOW you maniac!” I yelled. He lowered his hands and slowly stepped around to face me. His face plate suddenly unclasped and retracted, revealing a thin, weasel of a man. His rat-like face lit up with a creepy smirk that made my flesh crawl. “Ah, the infamous Pepper Potts. I must confess, I’ve been hoping our paths would cross sooner or later. I’m so happy it’s sooner.” Without the suit’s voice modulator, his real voice was high pitched and lecherous. He looked like something you’d find under a rock. He let out a giggle that caused gooseflesh to break out across my body. “Step away from her and power down your suit immediately or I will put you down, HARD!”, I said. He let out another giggle and then sighed mockingly. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. Not when a much bigger fly just found her way into my web.” Before I could fire, he made a flicking motion with his hand and instantly, my armor powered down. I couldn’t move! He walked slowly over to me and made another flicking gesture with his hand. Suddenly, my face plate popped up, revealing my face.
He walked up to me, his face inches from mine. He sneered and said, “Hope you don’t mind, but I like to look into my victim’s eyes before I break them. I love to see all that rage turn into panic and dread within the first couple of strokes of my fingers.” He giggled again and began to slowly walk back toward the raven haired woman. He turned back to me as he approached her and said, “But you’ve caught me in the middle of my work. Naughty naughty! Now you’ll have to wait your turn. This one and I still have more to discuss.” With a flick of his finger, the cords that encircled the woman’s wrists drew taut again, pulling her arms high above her head, stretching her out so that she couldn’t bring them down even an inch.
The woman’s look of rage and defiance immediately changed to panic, her eyes meeting mine. Her pitiful, pleading gaze broke my heart and I felt anger surge through me. I tried to move, to do anything. But without power, I was trapped. “Get away from her you maniac!”, I yelled. He just laughed and continued toward her.
Dr. Torture made his way back behind the poor, helpless woman, raising his hands slowly on either side of her. The armored gloves began to move at once, those horrible feathery strands flicking the air inches from her stretched out body. The woman looked down and when she saw this, she began to thrash violently against her ropes. She looked up at Dr. Torture with terror in her eyes and pleaded, “Please! Please don’t tickle me anymore! I can’t take it! I don’t know the code, I swear!” The gloves continued to slowly move upward toward her exposed armpits. She immediately started to giggle out of ticklish anticipation and panic and screamed, “Don’t!! Please, I’m telling you, I don’t know anything!! Please God no more tickling!!” But despite her pleas, Dr. Torture just smirked. His face plate slammed back into place with an ominous click as his fingers hovered inches above her underarms. He suddenly wiggled them in the air. She screamed out one more angry, “NO! Get away from me! Stop!” but her cry immediately turned into howls of laughter as he dug his wiggling fingers into the hollows of her underarms. She begged and screamed for him to stop but he just kept on tickling her, following her thrashing body wherever she tried to go to escape his torment. He began raking his torturous gloves slowly up and down her sides and up the undersides of her arms. When she would lean to one side to try and get away from one of the gloves, he would wait a moment, wiggling his fingers in the air above her skin and then suddenly attack the armpit on the opposite side, causing her to lunge back the other way, right into his waiting fingers. She was effectively tickling herself. It was horrible to watch. Her pleading eyes kept meeting mine and there was nothing I could do but stand there and listen to her howls and screams. “Stop!”, I screamed. “You’re a monster!” Dr. Torture looked over at me and yelled back, “This is nothing compared to what I have planned for you my dear!” I felt a shiver go down my spine at the thought.
It went on for so long Tony! And the whole time, I knew that I would be next. It was horrible! It was obvious from the start that she didn’t know the code but that madman just kept on torturing her. Eventually, she finally passed out, but it took a long time. She was a fighter. Unfortunately for her, this wasn’t the first time he’d explored her ticklishness. I found out later that the distress call I’d received had actually come long after they’d actually been taken. Their boat had been hijacked more than a day before and he’d been torturing the prisoners almost the entire time.
Now it was my turn, and I won’t lie, I was terrified! He took his time walking over to me, then slowly walked around me, circling me like a shark. He was studying my armor and making strange little ticks with his fingers as he passed. I could hear faint pops and banging noises from inside the armor but couldn’t figure out what he was doing. Then finally, he stopped in front of me and once again opened his faceplate and leaned in. His eyes blazed with an intensity that I can only describe as passion. He was savoring every moment, and despite my efforts to remain cool and unaffected on the outside, he was making sure that I was feeling every bit of anticipation and fear.
“Do you know how I managed to trap you so decisively?”, he asked. I refused to give him the satisfaction of playing his game so I remained silent. “Your boss’ top competitor is Justin Hammer. You may have noticed the armor.” He banged his chest on the logo that I had noticed earlier. “Justin Hammer despises Tony Stark. Absolutely HATES him! So much so, that he would spare no expense to see him go down. It turns out that Hammer Industries had recently acquired some very valuable pieces of technology from a recent battle involving your boss. Tell me, does the name “Ultron” mean anything to you?” My heart froze and he must have seen my eyes widen because his whole face suddenly lit up. “Yes! I see that it does! Well, as it happens, Ultron had a very helpful little code built into his systems! At first, it didn’t appear useful. It wouldn’t allow access to your company’s records, or bypass your security systems. But it did have one very specific and helpful feature. It seems that this code has the ability to completely override the system that controls that precious armor that you and your boss are so fond of.”
“And”, he giggled, “Justin asked me to put it to the test last week. That pompous fool Stark didn’t even realize what had happened. One minute he was putting out a tenement fire, and the next his arm was suddenly moving all by itself. Just a tiny little pull here or bend of the elbow there. I was careful to make it quick and painless so that it wouldn’t arouse suspicion. And it worked! The idiot had no idea I’d taken control of his armor for that split second. But that was all I needed to know that I had you right where I wanted you.”
He began to circle me again. Every time he slipped from my view, my heart started to pound. I didn’t know what was coming, but I knew it was going to be bad. And Tony, I had no idea just how bad it was about to get. He continued, “I didn’t really care which of you I got. Tony, War Machine, it was all the same to me. I can break anyone. But you? You are an unexpected bonus! I will take great pleasure in breaking you Miss Potts.” At this, he flicked his finger and my helmet’s seams all released at once, spilling it down my shoulders and exposing my head from the neck up. He reached out with his gloved hand and pointed his index finger toward me. “Stark has given you full access to his entire mainframe. You will give me those codes”, he said with a smile.
I allowed him one word in response; “Never.” At this, he once again lit up with childish glee and brought his finger closer to my face. “Oh, you say that now. But soon, you’ll be laughing and begging me to stop. Make no mistake, you WILL give me those codes. There’s no question about that. Everyone breaks. But I am curious how long you’ll last. Please try to hold out at least a few hours. It’s been so long since I’ve had a superhero to work on.” As he said this, he stroked behind my ear and traced his finger down my neck. It was such a soft, feathery touch that I couldn’t help myself. I cringed against it and tried to protect my neck by bending my head down. I don’t know if I was trying to trap his finger with my chin or what. All I knew was that I needed that horribly ticklish sensation to stop. He began to laugh at this. “Oh Miss Potts…you are in danger! This is going to be so much fun”, he said. He turned back to the prisoners and shouted, “Well, I have an unexpected treat for you all! Wanna see a superhero get tickled?” They all looked down at the floor. I couldn’t tell if they were trying not to encourage him, or if they were trying to hide their embarrassment for me. Either way, he didn’t give me much time to think about it.
With another flick of his finger, my arms suddenly began to raise themselves over my head. Tony, the feeling is so alien and terrible! The armor moves your body for you. You have absolutely no defense against it. I couldn’t do anything to protect myself. Suddenly, I felt that same avalanche of falling pieces as the armor dropped away from the undersides of my arms, armpits and sides. He even had control over our under armor! I felt that thin material slide away until my naked skin was laid bare for whatever he planned to do to me. My forearms and the backs of my arms were still encased in my armor so that I couldn’t move an inch. But now, the most sensitive parts of my upper body were now completely exposed to this madman’s whims.
I watched helplessly as he walked over to me and raised his armored hands to my face, showing me the whirling knobs and feathery cords that were constantly changing direction and speed. He brought his hands up over my head and I braced myself for what I was about to go through. A split second before his hands descended on me, my eyes locked with the raven haired girl across the room. Her look told me everything in that instant. This was going to be horrible.
I thought I’d prepared myself, but the instant I felt the explosive feathery touch on my sensitive skin, my whole body stiffened and I took an involuntary sharp intake of air. “Tickle tickle!” he taunted as the palms of his gloves descended on my bare skin. He began to rake them back and forth across the undersides of my arms. I immediately began to thrash and struggle, trying to do anything that would move my arms away from that intense ticklish sensation. To my horror, I found that I couldn’t move an inch. My armor held me completely immobile. All I could do was sit there and take it. I wanted to laugh. I desperately needed to laugh! Everything in my body was telling me to give in and burst out laughing, to beg for this ticklish nightmare to stop. But, I couldn’t give him the satisfaction! I bit down on my lip hard and resolved to remain silent. I would withstand this. I would outlast him. But then, I felt his hands begin to move toward the hollows of my underarms. As the ticklishness increased tenfold, panic began to set in. I whipped my head from side to side but somehow managed to keep my lips pressed tightly together. He laughed loudly and mockingly as I squeezed my eyes shut and continued to thrash violently, still trying in vein to escape the tickles. Before I could stop myself, a small gasp escaped me. He was now tickling my underarms with his fingers and I couldn’t stand it. And the worst part Tony, the absolute worst part was that he knew exactly what I was thinking, and loved that I couldn’t stand it. That was what was giving him so much pleasure. Watching me try in vain to fight him while slowly losing the battle with myself.
He stopped wiggling his fingers in my armpits for a moment and I immediately began gasping and trying to catch my breath. I didn’t see him flick his finger this time but suddenly felt more pieces slide away from my sides and across my stomach. I tried to brace myself as I knew this was to be his next target, but the bastard tricked me! He knew I was expecting him to attack my newly exposed midriff. So, instead he simply darted his fingers straight back into my armpits! I was not at all prepared for it this time. I couldn’t help it Tony, I laughed immediately. And I laughed hard. He had caught me completely off guard and I had no time to put up any defense. He tickled my armpits as I thrashed and laughed out loud. I felt his breath tickle my ear as he whispered, “What’s the matter Miss Potts? Why are you laughing? I thought you were strong! But now you’re laughing so loudly. Does this tickle? You can tell me. Is the big, bad superhero ticklish? This must be so embarrassing for you!” These taunts were chipping away at my resolve as surely as his fingers were. I could feel myself weakening with every stroke. He then looked over at the prisoners and said mockingly, “Listen to her laugh! I thought superheroes were supposed to be tough! My face flushed with embarrassment. But there was no stopping it now. I tried my hardest to pull that laugh back in, to try and take away that maniac’s satisfaction but I was completely at his mercy. I would just have to wait until he stopped. But the bastard didn’t stop. He just kept on tickling my underarms and forcing the laughter out of me. He didn’t give me a moment to rest or recover and I couldn’t do anything to stop him.
It was humiliating Tony. I was howling and thrashing back and forth. His hands would suddenly grab my exposed hips and sides and alternate between tickling me with the knobs and feathery cords in his gloves, and then when my laughs would start to die down the slightest bit, he’d suddenly dig his fingers into my soft sides, my ribs and armpits. At one point, he found a spot on my sides that caused me to shriek with uncontrollable laughter. Once he discover that spot, he would return to it at the moments I would least expect it. He would be tickling my underarms and suddenly I would feel his hands digging into my sides and I would completely lose control. All I could do was stand there with my arms over my head, laughing and shrieking. I really tried to be strong Tony, but it’s the helplessness and the sudden, unexpected attacks that broke through all of my defenses. It was absolutely horrible. There were several times I even came close to peeing myself. But I refused to give him that satisfaction at least. He was getting more than enough from my high pitched laughter.
I don’t know how long this tickling lasted but it felt like an eternity. Finally, I felt his fingers begin to slow, then mercifully stop. I was sweating all over and gasping for breath. Tears were streaming down my face. “Ready to talk?”, he sneered. “N-n-no…”, I gasped. But there was no real power behind it and I dropped my head to my chest in exhaustion. “Oh goody! I was so hoping you’d say that!”, he said with a wide grin. Before I could even start to compose myself, I suddenly felt a feathery finger trace my navel. I have never in my life had my navel tickled before. I didn’t even know that was a ticklish spot! But it was horrible. Shocks of ticklish electricity shot through my stomach and throughout my entire body. I again tried to buck and thrash to escape the sensation but my traitorous armor held me firmly in place. Once again, he resumed his relentless torture, never stopping or even leaving the spot. I thought that I would go crazy before long. Somehow however, that short break had given me back the smallest amount of willpower and I was able to stop myself from laughing out loud this time. My eyes squeezed shut and my lips became a line as I struggled with my inner battle once more. Every so often, my body would betray a spasm, and I would thrash violently to try and get away from that neverending ticklish horror. Muffled giggles and panicked screams threatened to break through but somehow I kept my resolve. I let him continue tickling my navel and making me jerk with every stroke because I had no choice. There was absolutely nothing I could do except try to hold in my laugh long enough to get him frustrated. I’d long since given up the hope of beating him or even just escaping with my dignity. But if I could get him mad, that would at least give me some measure of satisfaction. At this point, I would take any win I could get. And it seemed to have worked. I felt that hideously ticklish sensation suddenly stop. I gasped with relief and sagged against my armor. If it hadn’t continued to hold me up, I would’ve collapsed on the floor right then and there. The amount of willpower it had taken to hold in my laughter was exhausting. But, I could see that he was frustrated with me and I managed a sneer of my own. “What’s the m-matter?”, I said. Giggles escaped uncontrollably as soon as I opened my mouth. “L-losing your t-touch?”
He snarled and I felt a surge of triumph. Unfortunately, the moment was short lived. His look of anger and frustration was quickly replaced with that look of gleeful exuberance I had already grown to dread. He clapped his hands together and laughed. “Oh, I love this part! You actually think you’re getting used to the sensation! You actually think you have a chance at withstanding my tickle torture! How wonderful! At this, he flicked his finger and my arms immediately began to lower back down to my sides. Just feeling the skin on skin contact of my arms at my sides gave me a surge of relief. I suddenly didn’t feel exposed and vulnerable and it felt wonderful. At least until I heard his next words. “Well then, why don’t we kick it up a notch?” he said with an evil grin.
Before I could fully take in what he had just said, Dr. Torture pointed his hands at me and my armor began to move, once again taking my helpless body along for the ride. My armor bent at the knees and I found myself being led down to the ground. The armor slid me down into a sitting position. My legs were then stretched out in front of me. I felt pieces of my armor that had sloughed off onto the floor start to climb up and reattach themselves. They covered my sides, stomach and the undersides of my arms. “What the hell is he playing at now?” I thought. Then, I felt the armor guiding me backward so that I was forced to lay down on my back with my arms firmly at my sides and my legs tightly together with my armored feet pointing toward Dr. Torture and the others. I saw the hungry look in his eyes as he stared down at my feet. My eyes widened in horror. “Oh my god, no!”, I thought. “Anything but that!” I knew exactly what he had planned for me next.
I had been extremely ticklish my entire life. My cousins used to make a game of holding me down and tickling my underarms or sides, making me scream with laughter. But the worst, the absolute WORST place they would tickle me was the bottoms of my feet. They knew to always save this for last because once they started tickling my feet, the game was over very quickly. I would either start crying or scream so loud that an adult would come put a stop to it. I always dreaded visiting my cousins because I knew that at some point in the trip, I would be held down and tickled on my feet until I broke. And now, here I was, completely helpless, with my feet offered up to this sadist with a tickling fetish on a silver platter. I can tell you Tony that I have never been so scared in my entire life. I couldn’t help it, I began to tremble all over. Dr. Torture saw this and let out his biggest laugh yet. He turned back to the other prisoners and jeered, “Uh oh! I think the big, strong superhero doesn’t want me to go near her feet!! Why on Earth would that be? I guess I’d better find out!” Again, they all tried to look away and not acknowledge him or I. They had all been broken and knew what was in store for me. They knew that I would break very soon.
Dr. Torture got down on one knee down at my feet. He ordered my armor to raise me up onto my elbows so that I was forced to watch everything he was about to do to me. He licked his lips and slowly began wiggling his fingers in the air down by the soles of my boots. I knew he was taunting me, trying to get more panic out of me. I tried to not let it affect me, but the thought of those fingers tickling the bottoms of my bare feet sent a chill through my body. I could actually feel the tickling already in my mind and the soles of my feet began to tingle in anticipation. Just knowing that I was about to be tickled in my worst spot was too much for me to bear.
“Oh, don’t worry”, he said mockingly. “We’ll take our time and really get to know these feet.” As he said this, he made a swiping gesture with both hands and I felt the protective armor encasing my feet begin to slide away. I watched in horror as my toes slowly became exposed and uncovered. I somehow felt exponentially more vulnerable and helpless now. I looked down at my pale bare feet and saw them twitch in ticklish anticipation. My toes spread and wiggled, as if invisible feathers had already begun to go to work on them. Dr. Torture saw this and smirked. My own feet were betraying me! We both stared at my exposed, terrified toes for a few moments. Now there was nothing protecting my tingling skin from his tickling fingers, and we both knew it. I watched helplessly as Dr. Torture bent down and began closely examining my pale soles. He studied every crease and wrinkle and I knew that he was mapping every single inch of my feet and noting every single sensitive spot to be exploited. His gaze alone was making me want to burst out laughing out of sheer panic. I had to do everything in my power not to react as his breath tickled the soft bottoms of my feet. He then looked at the top of them and at my toes and exclaimed, “Blue! Oh, I love it! You painted your toes to match your armor! How fun!” I was near full panic now. Cool air puffed in between my toes causing an unnervingly ticklish sensation. I couldn’t help myself and wiggled and flexed them to try and scratch the infuriatingly ticklish itch. He watched all of this with intense interest. With every wiggle of my toes, he seemed to get more excited. When I spread my toes to try and stop the ticklish feeling, his eyes grew wide and he licked his lips. “My, you have such lovely feet! Look at how slender and elegant your toes are! I think I’m in love!”
The last bits of protective armor slid away from my shins, completely exposing my bare feet up to just below my calves. Laying there with both of my feet locked in place in front of me, watching him stare at the bottoms of my feet, assessing every weakness was beginning to break me mentally. Knowing that he could start the tickling at any moment, my nerve almost broke right then and there. “There’s no point in going any farther!”, I suddenly blurted out. “Those codes get changed every time we head out on a mission, for this very reason. I can give you the codes that were in place this morning, but they’d be useless to you now.” I was painfully aware of how unconvincing this sounded even to my own ears. It just sounded like a last, desperate plea and he knew it. “Oh, that’s okay. Let’s still have those codes just in case. Maybe I’ll get lucky again.” And he threw back his head and laughed.
I once again felt rage surge through me. It was a welcome feeling after spending those horrifying moments watching helplessly as he prepared my feet for my impending torture. “Go to Hell!”, I said with full strength and conviction. Dr. Torture looked me in the eyes and replied simply, “You first”.
I sat there completely defenseless as he slowly extended one finger toward my trapped feet. I tried to pull them back or to get them out of his reach, but they didn’t move an inch. I could only sit there, choking back a scream as his fingertip suddenly made contact with my bare sole. He slid the finger gently down my left foot from the ball of my foot to my heel. The tickling sensation was excruciating. A panicky yelp burst from my mouth before I could stop myself. He smirked and did the same to my right foot. I clamped my mouth shut this time and managed to muffle my involuntary scream of laughter. Panic had made this nearly impossible, but somehow I managed it. He traced his finger much slower this time and I felt like I was going to go insane. He continued to slowly and sadistically trace his fingertip along my soles, making me yelp and twitch. I knew that he was tracing the route he had picked out while staring at my trapped feet. I jerked wildly as if he were dragging a live electrical wire up and down my soles. I couldn’t help myself and started to giggle and thrash wildly. The feeling on the bottom of my feet was maddening. I wanted to beg him to stop but forced myself to endure the endless tickling across the soft soles of my feet. He watched my reactions and would hover over a particular spot when he saw that it would cause me unbearable torture. I thrashed and writhed around in my armor, barely moving at all. This made the sensations all that much worse. I couldn’t move an inch out of his way. He had complete control over my feet and he was enjoying every excruciating minute of it.
Finally, after what seemed like another eternity of torment, he let up the soft relentless stroking of my soles with his finger. I gasped and panted. My head fell forward from exhaustion and I tried to take in every precious moment that he wasn’t touching my feet. Then, suddenly without warning, I felt his fingers scurry rapidly over the bottoms of both feet at the same time. The effect was instantaneous. I threw my head back and howled with laughter. There wasn’t even the illusion of resolve this time. I just sat there and laughed and laughed as he tickled the bottoms of my feet. I thrashed violently within my armor and whipped my head from side to side and tears slid down my cheeks. “I’m surprised you don’t want this to stop”, he taunted. “You seem like this is uncomfortable, yet you won’t give me the codes I need. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to keep tickling you.” My face began to hurt as I sat there, feeling his fingers stroke and torture along each crease and wrinkle on my soft soles. I’d never felt so vulnerable before. There was literally nothing I could do to make it stop. I sat there for what felt like hours and I laughed and laughed as his fingers tickled my defenseless foot bottoms. I was screaming with laughter as my toes flexed and spread and then scrunched up, trying anything to stop that overload of ticklish sensation that was ravaging my pale, trapped soles. But there was nowhere to go and nothing I could do but sit there and laugh and take it.
I have no idea if the other prisoners watched this torture or not. I was in a completely different plane of existence at this point. He was right, I was in Hell! And the devil was amusing himself by tickle-torturing my bare feet with no end in sight. That’s what made it so horrible. This wasn’t ending anytime soon and I knew it. There would be no white knight this time to ride in and save the day. No one to yank this tickle sadist’s hands away from my poor defenseless feet. He was just going to keep tickling and tickling and it wouldn’t stop. I was beginning to feel myself breaking completely. I knew I couldn’t take much more of this if he kept it up at this pace. I’d go insane! The sensations that were torturing the bottoms of my feet were the worst thing I’d ever felt in my life. As I sat there and the laughter was forced out of me, the thought that I would be enduring this for many more hours, perhaps even many more days made something inside me snap. To hell with pride! I screamed out, “Okay! Okay! I give! I give up! Please stop! I can’t take anymore! Stop tickling my feet!!” He didn’t stop, but sped up instead. I howled and struggled against my armored prison. “Please!! I’m begging you! I can’t take any more!” Again, he wouldn’t stop. I was whipping my head from side to side and laughing uncontrollably.
And then, suddenly he stopped. I raged at him immediately. “Enough! Stop it! Just stop. What the hell is wrong with you? Stop!! I give! You win! I’ll do anything.” He laughed and replied simply, “Give me the codes.” I looked at him with exhausted helplessness. I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hated him in that moment. I couldn’t give up the codes. I just couldn’t. I let out a pleading whimper. “P-please. No more.” Immediately, he spread his fingers out and placed the palms of his gloves on my tender soles. I shrieked, “NO! No, you can’t!!” as the tickling started up again. This time even worse than before. The swirling knobs ceaselessly dug into my soft soles, now unbearably sensitive and I began to scream with laughter. Literally scream. Tony, I couldn’t have given him the codes at that point even if I wanted to. And believe me, I wanted to! I would’ve done anything at that point to make it stop, but every time I tried to push out a series of numbers or letters, I’d feel those tiny knobs swirl across the middle of my feet and I would get lost in incoherent shrieks of laughter.
Dr. Torture was obviously no novice at this and so he would always back off just as I started to get light-headed or threaten to pass out. He kept this torture up for at least an hour. It’s now all a blur of torture, exhaustion and hoarse laughter. I honestly wished he was using a medieval torture device on me rather than those damn gloves at this point. I was exhausted, barely able to move anymore. My laughter never stopped. I just couldn’t thrash around anymore. I sat there completely immobile, laughing my ass off while he tickled the bottoms of my feet for what seemed like hours. Finally, I felt the heavenly release as he took his hands away from my tender feet. I gasped for air and almost passed out. My entire body was shaking all over from the overstimulation. The nerves in my feet had made my whole body twitch and spasm. I had never felt so hopeless in my entire life.
Dr. Torture watched all of this with immense pleasure. Finally, he said, “Okay, now that we’ve gotten the warm up torture out of the way, let’s get down to business.” My eyes widened in horror. “Stop! No more! She’s had enough! Can’t you see that?”, the raven haired girl cried out. “Tickle me again if you need someone to torture you lunatic!!!” Dr. Torture looked over at her and laughed. “Miss it already? A noble offer, but I’ve grown quite attached to these feet right here.” At that he furiously wiggled his fingers across my soles. I threw my head back and howled with laughter, immediately thrashing wildly. All of the nonstop foot tickling had made my soles more ticklish than they’d ever been in my entire life. I was losing my mind. The raven hair girl screamed, “You bastard!” but it did no good. He continued tickling me, seemingly just to spite the girl for speaking up in my defense. She stared helplessly as I laughed and screamed and begged. When he was finally satisfied, he dropped his fingers from my tortured soles and I promptly blacked out. I’m not sure how long I was out but it couldn’t have been for long because I immediately felt my extreme exhaustion the moment my eyes opened. The soles of my feet tingled and I could still feel his fingers tickling them, despite the fact that he was currently entertaining himself with the raven haired girl. He had her foot locked in his arm and I watched her toes scrunch and flex as his fingers scribbled across her defenseless sole. She screamed laughter and kept saying, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll never try to stop you again! Please stop tickling my foot! Stop!” At this point, Dr. Torture noticed that I was stirring again and a grin broke out on his face. Continuing to scribble the bottom of her foot while she howled, he asked, “Okay, you or her?” Through her laughter, the girl managed a confused, “w-what?” He continued torturing her. “You choose. Shall I keep tickling your soft foot until you pass out, or do you want me to go back and tickle the hero?” She was thrashing violently now. Yanking her leg back to try and free her foot from his grip. But, despite her best efforts, she knew that her foot was going nowhere. Screaming, she cried, “Hahaha-her! Tickle her!” He grinned. “Who? Who do you want me to torture?” Shrieking and continuing to try to yank her small foot away from his scribbling fingers, she screamed, “The hero!! Tickle the hero’s feet!!” Instantly, he dropped her foot. She sagged in her restraints and gasped for breath. “Well, if you say so!”, he said with a laugh. Her head dropped in shame and I began to tremble in terror as he made his way back over to me.
“No!”, I cried and tried to wiggle free and back away from him, but it was useless. The best I could manage was a feeble wiggling of my toes. I looked down at my feet with shock. I couldn’t move them at all now! While I was unconscious, he had reformed my armor from my shins, all the way down to my ankles. They covered the tops of my feet up to the base of my toes and locked me in place so that I could no longer move anything but my toes. Both feet were firmly locked side by side so that my soles were immoble but completely exposed to him. Then, with a flick of his hand, my armor made me lay back down flat on the ground. My arms were still firmly locked at my sides and my legs were locked in that horrible position that displayed my bare feet for him like a damn offering. All I could see now was the ceiling. I had no idea what he was doing down by my feet. This added to my terror and panic. I could feel his presence at my feet but couldn’t tell what he was about to do. “Alright!”, I screamed. “Alright! I’ll give you the codes! The real ones!!” I didn’t have the energy to feel shame at this point, all I wanted was for the torture to stop.
Down at my feet, I heard his whispered response. “But Miss Potts…you’ve already told me that I can’t trust any code that you might give me. You could give me a code that sends an army of drones here to rescue you. Or, you could give me a code that locks down your entire system. No, there’s only one sure way that I’ll know the codes I’m getting are the real ones.” I shuddered. “H-how?” I asked meekly. “Simple”, he said. “Like this.”
Suddenly, I felt the single most ticklish sensation I’ve ever felt in my life. The tickling up until now had been bad. Horrible even. But this? I felt the tip of a stiff, yet silky feather begin to lick the undersides of my toes. The tip slowly traced every line and wrinkle on the undersides of my toes. I cursed my long toes because it gave him so much more to work with. And, since my toes are so long, the middle of the undersides rarely make contact with the ground. The skin there is the most sensitive spot on my whole body and this bastard knew it. I couldn’t do anything except feebly try to wiggle and cross my toes. But every time I would cover a spot, he would just tickle that newly exposed area until I’d give in and the ticklish cycle would repeat. I bucked and thrashed and tried to move my feet but my armor kept me from doing anything except laugh. I wasn’t howling like before. Somehow this was so much worse. Everything up to this point had been reflex. He would stimulate a section of my body and I would scream with laughter. But this? This was simply tickle torture. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t endure it. And once again…he knew it. He slowly and methodically swirled the feather against the bottoms of my long toes. And just like before, he did not stop, or slow down, or give me any breaks. He simply tickled my toes nonstop as he watched every defense and reserve in my body finally give up for good. I threw my head back and screamed out of frustration. The feeling was pure, unendurable torture. I tried in vain to scrunch my toes one last time, but the moment I felt that feather flick across my sensitive skin, I broke, utterly and completely. If this continued, I really would go insane. I screamed out. “STOP! I can’t take it anymore! Stop tickling my toes! Stop it!” But he didn’t stop. I felt the swirling ticklish horror continue so I blurted out as quickly as I could, “The code is XR7352 - POTTS oh one. Now stop! For the love of god, STOP!!!!” But once again he didn’t stop. I began to scream and thrash with all my strength. I felt my mind beginning to bend, then break. I couldn’t stand it. A feather was going to be the death of me. I shook and screamed and thrashed until, finally, he stopped. Immediately, I collapsed back in the armor. I was exhausted, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. The spot under my toes still itched and tingled as if the feather was still there. I frantically crossed and scrunched my toes, trying to rid my feet of that horrible sensation.
Dr. Torture got up and walked over to a large briefcase in the corner. He hit a series of keys that opened the case. A digital screen rose up with a prompt in the center of it. He typed the code I gave him into the computer and after checking several different prompts, nodded his head approvingly. He stood up and walked over to me. Looking down at me, he said, “It’s been a genuine pleasure working with you Miss Potts. I hope we’ll get another opportunity to do this soon.” And with that, he left.
It was about an hour before he finally released my armor from wherever in the world he now was. I released the other prisoners and got them safely into police custody, then made my way back here. But by then, the damage had already been done. He’d had complete access to our systems and has sold off all of our secrets to the highest bidders. The bastard even filmed my torture and sold it on the web. It’s everywhere. I will never be able to repay you for the damage I’ve caused, so effective immediately, I am tendering my resignation.
Don’t try to look for me. I have already left the country and will not be returning. I can’t risk him ever finding me and doing that to me again. I just can’t go through it again. Nothing is worth that, not even you. I am truly sorry Tony. I hope that one day, you can rebuild and fix the damage this has caused. I never thought that tickling would be the end of everything for me, but here we are. Good luck and steer clear of Dr. Torture at all costs.
Sincerely,
Pepper Potts
I recently wrote a tickle fanfic about Pepper Potts getting captured and interrogated. It's a bit long but I hope you enjoy it!
Mission Report 2508 - Pepper Potts, CEO
Tony, I would give anything to not have to relay these events to you, but you need to have all of the facts. These are the events of the last forty eight hours which have led to our company’s ruin. I was forced to give up the security codes that you entrusted me with when you made me CEO.
I never thought I had a breaking point, but he found it Tony. And it was just tickling! He got me to ruin my whole career and our company simply by tickling the bottoms of my feet until I couldn’t take anymore. To say I am more embarrassed than I’ve ever been in my life is a gross understatement. I can never repay you Tony or make this right. But even though it is humiliating, I will take you through every single horrible moment so that you understand fully what happened and why I gave up our company.
At eighteen hundred hours yesterday, I received a distress call from a yacht out in the Pacific. A group of models were being photographed for the latest Sports Illustrated issue when they were overtaken by pirates. Normally, this would be a job for the Coast Guard or the Navy, but the group’s leader was a known terrorist and metahuman, codename: Dr. Torture.
I’d read the files before suiting up. Apparently, Dr. Torture was known for being able to extract information and secrets from anyone using a method that never failed. His victims were too ashamed to admit how he’d gotten them to break, but many had mentioned torture and blackmail. I watched some videos of the victims and while there were no signs of physical harm, they all exhibited the same indications of being tortured horribly and being broken psychologically. Strangely, all of the victims were barefoot and in very little clothing when rescued. And all would flinch if anyone would try to touch them or examine them. One woman, an Israeli reporter, broke one of the doctor’s jaws when he placed his hands on the bottom of her foot to try and get a better look at a curious mark just beneath the pads of her toes. She shrieked laughter and kicked him wildly in the face. The strange part was that it took them a full three minutes to get her to stop giggling. Something definitely wasn’t right and I wanted to make sure that these newest victims wouldn’t suffer the same fate.
I immediately alerted Jarvis to prepare my Rescue Armor and had him do a diagnostic to make sure that every seal was intact. I wasn’t taking any chances that this creep could get to me. I slipped on the thin under armor garment and stepped into the suit. As it sealed around me and powered up, I felt invincible. I know you know the feeling Tony. When you’re in those suits, you feel like nothing can touch you or harm you. I had no idea how wrong I was.
It took me about 30 minutes to make it out to the stranded yacht. I activated the stealth mode, went invisible and did a quick fly-by to see how many guards were on deck. Fortunately, it seemed there were only five. I was able to knock them out within twenty seconds and I landed on deck. I didn’t see any signs of the victims or Dr. Torture so I turned on my audio surveillance equipment. At first, I couldn’t figure out what I was hearing. It sounded like laughter, but almost painful laughter. Someone below was shrieking and begging their tormentor to stop torturing them. More confused than ever, I then did a thermal scan of the area below deck.
Right away, I could see the heat signatures of nine people. Eight of the people were standing in a line with their arms over their heads as if tied to the ceiling. I tracked the ninth and largest heat signature, clearly Dr. Torture, as he slowly paced back and forth in front of the cowering group. Over the audio surveillance equipment, the laughter had stopped, but then I heard a deep and commanding voice say, “I won’t ask again. Tell me the code to the safe or you’ll get what she just got.” I watched him point to one of the captives. This person was slightly hunched over and clearly unconscious, hanging limply from the restraints holding their arms above their head. Dr. Torture then walked around behind the next intended victim and demanded, “Well? Let’s hear it? The code please.” A shaky, but strong female voice responded. “Never! Do your worst! I’ll never tell you!” I have to tell you Tony that I wanted to cheer her on right then and there, but I needed to move quickly and quietly if I was going to make it to the group in time. As it happened, I was already too late. I watched in horror as Dr. Torture’s hands suddenly darted to the poor girl’s exposed armpits and he began to tickle her! His fingers were wiggling back and forth so quickly across her underarms that the poor woman barely had time to register what was happening before she erupted with forced laughter. She struggled, twisted and turned and did everything she could to try and escape his fingers, but every direction she moved in, he would simply follow and continue the torture. She shrieked the word “STOP!” but he just laughed and continued tickling her. This brought about more thrashing and a higher pitched laugh that was filled with panic. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and hearing! These people had been tied up and were being tickle tortured! I had heard stories of that being used in the past, but never thought it was still being used. I started to hurry now, giving up on being quiet. I couldn’t let this poor woman suffer like this. She was flailing back and forth and howling with laughter as I made it down the stairs and burst into the interior cabin.
The heat vision snapped off immediately, and before me, I saw the eight prisoners. Every one of them looked exhausted and terrified. There were six women and two men. All were dressed in bathing suits. Dr. Torture had apparently caught them in the middle of the photo shoot. My eyes snapped over to Dr. Torture, and to my dismay, I saw that he was wearing a suit of armor! Hammer Industries was stamped across the logo. The armored gloves of the suit looked strange. They had tiny knobs all over the palms and tiny feathery cords would suddenly dart out and caress the air. The thought of those horrid things on my own naked flesh made me shiver. I looked down at the woman who was doubled over and panting in front of him. Her arms were still tied above her but the ropes seemed to allow slack when Dr. Torture wanted them to. She looked up at me and I could see through her damp, raven hair that she was extremely strong willed. She immediately stopped panting and stood back up. The effort it must have taken to expose her vulnerable underarms again to that monster, I can’t even imagine. She had to be around six feet tall when she stood up, her face almost blocking Dr. Torture from view. She spit angrily on the ground, then yelled back at him, “Now you’re gonna get it asshole!”. Her face broke out into a terrible grin as her eyes blazed with rage.
I raised my arms up and powered both my repulsors. “Step away from her NOW you maniac!” I yelled. He lowered his hands and slowly stepped around to face me. His face plate suddenly unclasped and retracted, revealing a thin, weasel of a man. His rat-like face lit up with a creepy smirk that made my flesh crawl. “Ah, the infamous Pepper Potts. I must confess, I’ve been hoping our paths would cross sooner or later. I’m so happy it’s sooner.” Without the suit’s voice modulator, his real voice was high pitched and lecherous. He looked like something you’d find under a rock. He let out a giggle that caused gooseflesh to break out across my body. “Step away from her and power down your suit immediately or I will put you down, HARD!”, I said. He let out another giggle and then sighed mockingly. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. Not when a much bigger fly just found her way into my web.” Before I could fire, he made a flicking motion with his hand and instantly, my armor powered down. I couldn’t move! He walked slowly over to me and made another flicking gesture with his hand. Suddenly, my face plate popped up, revealing my face.
He walked up to me, his face inches from mine. He sneered and said, “Hope you don’t mind, but I like to look into my victim’s eyes before I break them. I love to see all that rage turn into panic and dread within the first couple of strokes of my fingers.” He giggled again and began to slowly walk back toward the raven haired woman. He turned back to me as he approached her and said, “But you’ve caught me in the middle of my work. Naughty naughty! Now you’ll have to wait your turn. This one and I still have more to discuss.” With a flick of his finger, the cords that encircled the woman’s wrists drew taut again, pulling her arms high above her head, stretching her out so that she couldn’t bring them down even an inch.
The woman’s look of rage and defiance immediately changed to panic, her eyes meeting mine. Her pitiful, pleading gaze broke my heart and I felt anger surge through me. I tried to move, to do anything. But without power, I was trapped. “Get away from her you maniac!”, I yelled. He just laughed and continued toward her.
Dr. Torture made his way back behind the poor, helpless woman, raising his hands slowly on either side of her. The armored gloves began to move at once, those horrible feathery strands flicking the air inches from her stretched out body. The woman looked down and when she saw this, she began to thrash violently against her ropes. She looked up at Dr. Torture with terror in her eyes and pleaded, “Please! Please don’t tickle me anymore! I can’t take it! I don’t know the code, I swear!” The gloves continued to slowly move upward toward her exposed armpits. She immediately started to giggle out of ticklish anticipation and panic and screamed, “Don’t!! Please, I’m telling you, I don’t know anything!! Please God no more tickling!!” But despite her pleas, Dr. Torture just smirked. His face plate slammed back into place with an ominous click as his fingers hovered inches above her underarms. He suddenly wiggled them in the air. She screamed out one more angry, “NO! Get away from me! Stop!” but her cry immediately turned into howls of laughter as he dug his wiggling fingers into the hollows of her underarms. She begged and screamed for him to stop but he just kept on tickling her, following her thrashing body wherever she tried to go to escape his torment. He began raking his torturous gloves slowly up and down her sides and up the undersides of her arms. When she would lean to one side to try and get away from one of the gloves, he would wait a moment, wiggling his fingers in the air above her skin and then suddenly attack the armpit on the opposite side, causing her to lunge back the other way, right into his waiting fingers. She was effectively tickling herself. It was horrible to watch. Her pleading eyes kept meeting mine and there was nothing I could do but stand there and listen to her howls and screams. “Stop!”, I screamed. “You’re a monster!” Dr. Torture looked over at me and yelled back, “This is nothing compared to what I have planned for you my dear!” I felt a shiver go down my spine at the thought.
It went on for so long Tony! And the whole time, I knew that I would be next. It was horrible! It was obvious from the start that she didn’t know the code but that madman just kept on torturing her. Eventually, she finally passed out, but it took a long time. She was a fighter. Unfortunately for her, this wasn’t the first time he’d explored her ticklishness. I found out later that the distress call I’d received had actually come long after they’d actually been taken. Their boat had been hijacked more than a day before and he’d been torturing the prisoners almost the entire time.
Now it was my turn, and I won’t lie, I was terrified! He took his time walking over to me, then slowly walked around me, circling me like a shark. He was studying my armor and making strange little ticks with his fingers as he passed. I could hear faint pops and banging noises from inside the armor but couldn’t figure out what he was doing. Then finally, he stopped in front of me and once again opened his faceplate and leaned in. His eyes blazed with an intensity that I can only describe as passion. He was savoring every moment, and despite my efforts to remain cool and unaffected on the outside, he was making sure that I was feeling every bit of anticipation and fear.
“Do you know how I managed to trap you so decisively?”, he asked. I refused to give him the satisfaction of playing his game so I remained silent. “Your boss’ top competitor is Justin Hammer. You may have noticed the armor.” He banged his chest on the logo that I had noticed earlier. “Justin Hammer despises Tony Stark. Absolutely HATES him! So much so, that he would spare no expense to see him go down. It turns out that Hammer Industries had recently acquired some very valuable pieces of technology from a recent battle involving your boss. Tell me, does the name “Ultron” mean anything to you?” My heart froze and he must have seen my eyes widen because his whole face suddenly lit up. “Yes! I see that it does! Well, as it happens, Ultron had a very helpful little code built into his systems! At first, it didn’t appear useful. It wouldn’t allow access to your company’s records, or bypass your security systems. But it did have one very specific and helpful feature. It seems that this code has the ability to completely override the system that controls that precious armor that you and your boss are so fond of.”
“And”, he giggled, “Justin asked me to put it to the test last week. That pompous fool Stark didn’t even realize what had happened. One minute he was putting out a tenement fire, and the next his arm was suddenly moving all by itself. Just a tiny little pull here or bend of the elbow there. I was careful to make it quick and painless so that it wouldn’t arouse suspicion. And it worked! The idiot had no idea I’d taken control of his armor for that split second. But that was all I needed to know that I had you right where I wanted you.”
He began to circle me again. Every time he slipped from my view, my heart started to pound. I didn’t know what was coming, but I knew it was going to be bad. And Tony, I had no idea just how bad it was about to get. He continued, “I didn’t really care which of you I got. Tony, War Machine, it was all the same to me. I can break anyone. But you? You are an unexpected bonus! I will take great pleasure in breaking you Miss Potts.” At this, he flicked his finger and my helmet’s seams all released at once, spilling it down my shoulders and exposing my head from the neck up. He reached out with his gloved hand and pointed his index finger toward me. “Stark has given you full access to his entire mainframe. You will give me those codes”, he said with a smile.
I allowed him one word in response; “Never.” At this, he once again lit up with childish glee and brought his finger closer to my face. “Oh, you say that now. But soon, you’ll be laughing and begging me to stop. Make no mistake, you WILL give me those codes. There’s no question about that. Everyone breaks. But I am curious how long you’ll last. Please try to hold out at least a few hours. It’s been so long since I’ve had a superhero to work on.” As he said this, he stroked behind my ear and traced his finger down my neck. It was such a soft, feathery touch that I couldn’t help myself. I cringed against it and tried to protect my neck by bending my head down. I don’t know if I was trying to trap his finger with my chin or what. All I knew was that I needed that horribly ticklish sensation to stop. He began to laugh at this. “Oh Miss Potts…you are in danger! This is going to be so much fun”, he said. He turned back to the prisoners and shouted, “Well, I have an unexpected treat for you all! Wanna see a superhero get tickled?” They all looked down at the floor. I couldn’t tell if they were trying not to encourage him, or if they were trying to hide their embarrassment for me. Either way, he didn’t give me much time to think about it.
With another flick of his finger, my arms suddenly began to raise themselves over my head. Tony, the feeling is so alien and terrible! The armor moves your body for you. You have absolutely no defense against it. I couldn’t do anything to protect myself. Suddenly, I felt that same avalanche of falling pieces as the armor dropped away from the undersides of my arms, armpits and sides. He even had control over our under armor! I felt that thin material slide away until my naked skin was laid bare for whatever he planned to do to me. My forearms and the backs of my arms were still encased in my armor so that I couldn’t move an inch. But now, the most sensitive parts of my upper body were now completely exposed to this madman’s whims.
I watched helplessly as he walked over to me and raised his armored hands to my face, showing me the whirling knobs and feathery cords that were constantly changing direction and speed. He brought his hands up over my head and I braced myself for what I was about to go through. A split second before his hands descended on me, my eyes locked with the raven haired girl across the room. Her look told me everything in that instant. This was going to be horrible.
I thought I’d prepared myself, but the instant I felt the explosive feathery touch on my sensitive skin, my whole body stiffened and I took an involuntary sharp intake of air. “Tickle tickle!” he taunted as the palms of his gloves descended on my bare skin. He began to rake them back and forth across the undersides of my arms. I immediately began to thrash and struggle, trying to do anything that would move my arms away from that intense ticklish sensation. To my horror, I found that I couldn’t move an inch. My armor held me completely immobile. All I could do was sit there and take it. I wanted to laugh. I desperately needed to laugh! Everything in my body was telling me to give in and burst out laughing, to beg for this ticklish nightmare to stop. But, I couldn’t give him the satisfaction! I bit down on my lip hard and resolved to remain silent. I would withstand this. I would outlast him. But then, I felt his hands begin to move toward the hollows of my underarms. As the ticklishness increased tenfold, panic began to set in. I whipped my head from side to side but somehow managed to keep my lips pressed tightly together. He laughed loudly and mockingly as I squeezed my eyes shut and continued to thrash violently, still trying in vein to escape the tickles. Before I could stop myself, a small gasp escaped me. He was now tickling my underarms with his fingers and I couldn’t stand it. And the worst part Tony, the absolute worst part was that he knew exactly what I was thinking, and loved that I couldn’t stand it. That was what was giving him so much pleasure. Watching me try in vain to fight him while slowly losing the battle with myself.
He stopped wiggling his fingers in my armpits for a moment and I immediately began gasping and trying to catch my breath. I didn’t see him flick his finger this time but suddenly felt more pieces slide away from my sides and across my stomach. I tried to brace myself as I knew this was to be his next target, but the bastard tricked me! He knew I was expecting him to attack my newly exposed midriff. So, instead he simply darted his fingers straight back into my armpits! I was not at all prepared for it this time. I couldn’t help it Tony, I laughed immediately. And I laughed hard. He had caught me completely off guard and I had no time to put up any defense. He tickled my armpits as I thrashed and laughed out loud. I felt his breath tickle my ear as he whispered, “What’s the matter Miss Potts? Why are you laughing? I thought you were strong! But now you’re laughing so loudly. Does this tickle? You can tell me. Is the big, bad superhero ticklish? This must be so embarrassing for you!” These taunts were chipping away at my resolve as surely as his fingers were. I could feel myself weakening with every stroke. He then looked over at the prisoners and said mockingly, “Listen to her laugh! I thought superheroes were supposed to be tough! My face flushed with embarrassment. But there was no stopping it now. I tried my hardest to pull that laugh back in, to try and take away that maniac’s satisfaction but I was completely at his mercy. I would just have to wait until he stopped. But the bastard didn’t stop. He just kept on tickling my underarms and forcing the laughter out of me. He didn’t give me a moment to rest or recover and I couldn’t do anything to stop him.
It was humiliating Tony. I was howling and thrashing back and forth. His hands would suddenly grab my exposed hips and sides and alternate between tickling me with the knobs and feathery cords in his gloves, and then when my laughs would start to die down the slightest bit, he’d suddenly dig his fingers into my soft sides, my ribs and armpits. At one point, he found a spot on my sides that caused me to shriek with uncontrollable laughter. Once he discover that spot, he would return to it at the moments I would least expect it. He would be tickling my underarms and suddenly I would feel his hands digging into my sides and I would completely lose control. All I could do was stand there with my arms over my head, laughing and shrieking. I really tried to be strong Tony, but it’s the helplessness and the sudden, unexpected attacks that broke through all of my defenses. It was absolutely horrible. There were several times I even came close to peeing myself. But I refused to give him that satisfaction at least. He was getting more than enough from my high pitched laughter.
I don’t know how long this tickling lasted but it felt like an eternity. Finally, I felt his fingers begin to slow, then mercifully stop. I was sweating all over and gasping for breath. Tears were streaming down my face. “Ready to talk?”, he sneered. “N-n-no…”, I gasped. But there was no real power behind it and I dropped my head to my chest in exhaustion. “Oh goody! I was so hoping you’d say that!”, he said with a wide grin. Before I could even start to compose myself, I suddenly felt a feathery finger trace my navel. I have never in my life had my navel tickled before. I didn’t even know that was a ticklish spot! But it was horrible. Shocks of ticklish electricity shot through my stomach and throughout my entire body. I again tried to buck and thrash to escape the sensation but my traitorous armor held me firmly in place. Once again, he resumed his relentless torture, never stopping or even leaving the spot. I thought that I would go crazy before long. Somehow however, that short break had given me back the smallest amount of willpower and I was able to stop myself from laughing out loud this time. My eyes squeezed shut and my lips became a line as I struggled with my inner battle once more. Every so often, my body would betray a spasm, and I would thrash violently to try and get away from that neverending ticklish horror. Muffled giggles and panicked screams threatened to break through but somehow I kept my resolve. I let him continue tickling my navel and making me jerk with every stroke because I had no choice. There was absolutely nothing I could do except try to hold in my laugh long enough to get him frustrated. I’d long since given up the hope of beating him or even just escaping with my dignity. But if I could get him mad, that would at least give me some measure of satisfaction. At this point, I would take any win I could get. And it seemed to have worked. I felt that hideously ticklish sensation suddenly stop. I gasped with relief and sagged against my armor. If it hadn’t continued to hold me up, I would’ve collapsed on the floor right then and there. The amount of willpower it had taken to hold in my laughter was exhausting. But, I could see that he was frustrated with me and I managed a sneer of my own. “What’s the m-matter?”, I said. Giggles escaped uncontrollably as soon as I opened my mouth. “L-losing your t-touch?”
He snarled and I felt a surge of triumph. Unfortunately, the moment was short lived. His look of anger and frustration was quickly replaced with that look of gleeful exuberance I had already grown to dread. He clapped his hands together and laughed. “Oh, I love this part! You actually think you’re getting used to the sensation! You actually think you have a chance at withstanding my tickle torture! How wonderful! At this, he flicked his finger and my arms immediately began to lower back down to my sides. Just feeling the skin on skin contact of my arms at my sides gave me a surge of relief. I suddenly didn’t feel exposed and vulnerable and it felt wonderful. At least until I heard his next words. “Well then, why don’t we kick it up a notch?” he said with an evil grin.
Before I could fully take in what he had just said, Dr. Torture pointed his hands at me and my armor began to move, once again taking my helpless body along for the ride. My armor bent at the knees and I found myself being led down to the ground. The armor slid me down into a sitting position. My legs were then stretched out in front of me. I felt pieces of my armor that had sloughed off onto the floor start to climb up and reattach themselves. They covered my sides, stomach and the undersides of my arms. “What the hell is he playing at now?” I thought. Then, I felt the armor guiding me backward so that I was forced to lay down on my back with my arms firmly at my sides and my legs tightly together with my armored feet pointing toward Dr. Torture and the others. I saw the hungry look in his eyes as he stared down at my feet. My eyes widened in horror. “Oh my god, no!”, I thought. “Anything but that!” I knew exactly what he had planned for me next.
I had been extremely ticklish my entire life. My cousins used to make a game of holding me down and tickling my underarms or sides, making me scream with laughter. But the worst, the absolute WORST place they would tickle me was the bottoms of my feet. They knew to always save this for last because once they started tickling my feet, the game was over very quickly. I would either start crying or scream so loud that an adult would come put a stop to it. I always dreaded visiting my cousins because I knew that at some point in the trip, I would be held down and tickled on my feet until I broke. And now, here I was, completely helpless, with my feet offered up to this sadist with a tickling fetish on a silver platter. I can tell you Tony that I have never been so scared in my entire life. I couldn’t help it, I began to tremble all over. Dr. Torture saw this and let out his biggest laugh yet. He turned back to the other prisoners and jeered, “Uh oh! I think the big, strong superhero doesn’t want me to go near her feet!! Why on Earth would that be? I guess I’d better find out!” Again, they all tried to look away and not acknowledge him or I. They had all been broken and knew what was in store for me. They knew that I would break very soon.
Dr. Torture got down on one knee down at my feet. He ordered my armor to raise me up onto my elbows so that I was forced to watch everything he was about to do to me. He licked his lips and slowly began wiggling his fingers in the air down by the soles of my boots. I knew he was taunting me, trying to get more panic out of me. I tried to not let it affect me, but the thought of those fingers tickling the bottoms of my bare feet sent a chill through my body. I could actually feel the tickling already in my mind and the soles of my feet began to tingle in anticipation. Just knowing that I was about to be tickled in my worst spot was too much for me to bear.
“Oh, don’t worry”, he said mockingly. “We’ll take our time and really get to know these feet.” As he said this, he made a swiping gesture with both hands and I felt the protective armor encasing my feet begin to slide away. I watched in horror as my toes slowly became exposed and uncovered. I somehow felt exponentially more vulnerable and helpless now. I looked down at my pale bare feet and saw them twitch in ticklish anticipation. My toes spread and wiggled, as if invisible feathers had already begun to go to work on them. Dr. Torture saw this and smirked. My own feet were betraying me! We both stared at my exposed, terrified toes for a few moments. Now there was nothing protecting my tingling skin from his tickling fingers, and we both knew it. I watched helplessly as Dr. Torture bent down and began closely examining my pale soles. He studied every crease and wrinkle and I knew that he was mapping every single inch of my feet and noting every single sensitive spot to be exploited. His gaze alone was making me want to burst out laughing out of sheer panic. I had to do everything in my power not to react as his breath tickled the soft bottoms of my feet. He then looked at the top of them and at my toes and exclaimed, “Blue! Oh, I love it! You painted your toes to match your armor! How fun!” I was near full panic now. Cool air puffed in between my toes causing an unnervingly ticklish sensation. I couldn’t help myself and wiggled and flexed them to try and scratch the infuriatingly ticklish itch. He watched all of this with intense interest. With every wiggle of my toes, he seemed to get more excited. When I spread my toes to try and stop the ticklish feeling, his eyes grew wide and he licked his lips. “My, you have such lovely feet! Look at how slender and elegant your toes are! I think I’m in love!”
The last bits of protective armor slid away from my shins, completely exposing my bare feet up to just below my calves. Laying there with both of my feet locked in place in front of me, watching him stare at the bottoms of my feet, assessing every weakness was beginning to break me mentally. Knowing that he could start the tickling at any moment, my nerve almost broke right then and there. “There’s no point in going any farther!”, I suddenly blurted out. “Those codes get changed every time we head out on a mission, for this very reason. I can give you the codes that were in place this morning, but they’d be useless to you now.” I was painfully aware of how unconvincing this sounded even to my own ears. It just sounded like a last, desperate plea and he knew it. “Oh, that’s okay. Let’s still have those codes just in case. Maybe I’ll get lucky again.” And he threw back his head and laughed.
I once again felt rage surge through me. It was a welcome feeling after spending those horrifying moments watching helplessly as he prepared my feet for my impending torture. “Go to Hell!”, I said with full strength and conviction. Dr. Torture looked me in the eyes and replied simply, “You first”.
I sat there completely defenseless as he slowly extended one finger toward my trapped feet. I tried to pull them back or to get them out of his reach, but they didn’t move an inch. I could only sit there, choking back a scream as his fingertip suddenly made contact with my bare sole. He slid the finger gently down my left foot from the ball of my foot to my heel. The tickling sensation was excruciating. A panicky yelp burst from my mouth before I could stop myself. He smirked and did the same to my right foot. I clamped my mouth shut this time and managed to muffle my involuntary scream of laughter. Panic had made this nearly impossible, but somehow I managed it. He traced his finger much slower this time and I felt like I was going to go insane. He continued to slowly and sadistically trace his fingertip along my soles, making me yelp and twitch. I knew that he was tracing the route he had picked out while staring at my trapped feet. I jerked wildly as if he were dragging a live electrical wire up and down my soles. I couldn’t help myself and started to giggle and thrash wildly. The feeling on the bottom of my feet was maddening. I wanted to beg him to stop but forced myself to endure the endless tickling across the soft soles of my feet. He watched my reactions and would hover over a particular spot when he saw that it would cause me unbearable torture. I thrashed and writhed around in my armor, barely moving at all. This made the sensations all that much worse. I couldn’t move an inch out of his way. He had complete control over my feet and he was enjoying every excruciating minute of it.
Finally, after what seemed like another eternity of torment, he let up the soft relentless stroking of my soles with his finger. I gasped and panted. My head fell forward from exhaustion and I tried to take in every precious moment that he wasn’t touching my feet. Then, suddenly without warning, I felt his fingers scurry rapidly over the bottoms of both feet at the same time. The effect was instantaneous. I threw my head back and howled with laughter. There wasn’t even the illusion of resolve this time. I just sat there and laughed and laughed as he tickled the bottoms of my feet. I thrashed violently within my armor and whipped my head from side to side and tears slid down my cheeks. “I’m surprised you don’t want this to stop”, he taunted. “You seem like this is uncomfortable, yet you won’t give me the codes I need. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to keep tickling you.” My face began to hurt as I sat there, feeling his fingers stroke and torture along each crease and wrinkle on my soft soles. I’d never felt so vulnerable before. There was literally nothing I could do to make it stop. I sat there for what felt like hours and I laughed and laughed as his fingers tickled my defenseless foot bottoms. I was screaming with laughter as my toes flexed and spread and then scrunched up, trying anything to stop that overload of ticklish sensation that was ravaging my pale, trapped soles. But there was nowhere to go and nothing I could do but sit there and laugh and take it.
I have no idea if the other prisoners watched this torture or not. I was in a completely different plane of existence at this point. He was right, I was in Hell! And the devil was amusing himself by tickle-torturing my bare feet with no end in sight. That’s what made it so horrible. This wasn’t ending anytime soon and I knew it. There would be no white knight this time to ride in and save the day. No one to yank this tickle sadist’s hands away from my poor defenseless feet. He was just going to keep tickling and tickling and it wouldn’t stop. I was beginning to feel myself breaking completely. I knew I couldn’t take much more of this if he kept it up at this pace. I’d go insane! The sensations that were torturing the bottoms of my feet were the worst thing I’d ever felt in my life. As I sat there and the laughter was forced out of me, the thought that I would be enduring this for many more hours, perhaps even many more days made something inside me snap. To hell with pride! I screamed out, “Okay! Okay! I give! I give up! Please stop! I can’t take anymore! Stop tickling my feet!!” He didn’t stop, but sped up instead. I howled and struggled against my armored prison. “Please!! I’m begging you! I can’t take any more!” Again, he wouldn’t stop. I was whipping my head from side to side and laughing uncontrollably.
And then, suddenly he stopped. I raged at him immediately. “Enough! Stop it! Just stop. What the hell is wrong with you? Stop!! I give! You win! I’ll do anything.” He laughed and replied simply, “Give me the codes.” I looked at him with exhausted helplessness. I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hated him in that moment. I couldn’t give up the codes. I just couldn’t. I let out a pleading whimper. “P-please. No more.” Immediately, he spread his fingers out and placed the palms of his gloves on my tender soles. I shrieked, “NO! No, you can’t!!” as the tickling started up again. This time even worse than before. The swirling knobs ceaselessly dug into my soft soles, now unbearably sensitive and I began to scream with laughter. Literally scream. Tony, I couldn’t have given him the codes at that point even if I wanted to. And believe me, I wanted to! I would’ve done anything at that point to make it stop, but every time I tried to push out a series of numbers or letters, I’d feel those tiny knobs swirl across the middle of my feet and I would get lost in incoherent shrieks of laughter.
Dr. Torture was obviously no novice at this and so he would always back off just as I started to get light-headed or threaten to pass out. He kept this torture up for at least an hour. It’s now all a blur of torture, exhaustion and hoarse laughter. I honestly wished he was using a medieval torture device on me rather than those damn gloves at this point. I was exhausted, barely able to move anymore. My laughter never stopped. I just couldn’t thrash around anymore. I sat there completely immobile, laughing my ass off while he tickled the bottoms of my feet for what seemed like hours. Finally, I felt the heavenly release as he took his hands away from my tender feet. I gasped for air and almost passed out. My entire body was shaking all over from the overstimulation. The nerves in my feet had made my whole body twitch and spasm. I had never felt so hopeless in my entire life.
Dr. Torture watched all of this with immense pleasure. Finally, he said, “Okay, now that we’ve gotten the warm up torture out of the way, let’s get down to business.” My eyes widened in horror. “Stop! No more! She’s had enough! Can’t you see that?”, the raven haired girl cried out. “Tickle me again if you need someone to torture you lunatic!!!” Dr. Torture looked over at her and laughed. “Miss it already? A noble offer, but I’ve grown quite attached to these feet right here.” At that he furiously wiggled his fingers across my soles. I threw my head back and howled with laughter, immediately thrashing wildly. All of the nonstop foot tickling had made my soles more ticklish than they’d ever been in my entire life. I was losing my mind. The raven hair girl screamed, “You bastard!” but it did no good. He continued tickling me, seemingly just to spite the girl for speaking up in my defense. She stared helplessly as I laughed and screamed and begged. When he was finally satisfied, he dropped his fingers from my tortured soles and I promptly blacked out. I’m not sure how long I was out but it couldn’t have been for long because I immediately felt my extreme exhaustion the moment my eyes opened. The soles of my feet tingled and I could still feel his fingers tickling them, despite the fact that he was currently entertaining himself with the raven haired girl. He had her foot locked in his arm and I watched her toes scrunch and flex as his fingers scribbled across her defenseless sole. She screamed laughter and kept saying, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll never try to stop you again! Please stop tickling my foot! Stop!” At this point, Dr. Torture noticed that I was stirring again and a grin broke out on his face. Continuing to scribble the bottom of her foot while she howled, he asked, “Okay, you or her?” Through her laughter, the girl managed a confused, “w-what?” He continued torturing her. “You choose. Shall I keep tickling your soft foot until you pass out, or do you want me to go back and tickle the hero?” She was thrashing violently now. Yanking her leg back to try and free her foot from his grip. But, despite her best efforts, she knew that her foot was going nowhere. Screaming, she cried, “Hahaha-her! Tickle her!” He grinned. “Who? Who do you want me to torture?” Shrieking and continuing to try to yank her small foot away from his scribbling fingers, she screamed, “The hero!! Tickle the hero’s feet!!” Instantly, he dropped her foot. She sagged in her restraints and gasped for breath. “Well, if you say so!”, he said with a laugh. Her head dropped in shame and I began to tremble in terror as he made his way back over to me.
“No!”, I cried and tried to wiggle free and back away from him, but it was useless. The best I could manage was a feeble wiggling of my toes. I looked down at my feet with shock. I couldn’t move them at all now! While I was unconscious, he had reformed my armor from my shins, all the way down to my ankles. They covered the tops of my feet up to the base of my toes and locked me in place so that I could no longer move anything but my toes. Both feet were firmly locked side by side so that my soles were immoble but completely exposed to him. Then, with a flick of his hand, my armor made me lay back down flat on the ground. My arms were still firmly locked at my sides and my legs were locked in that horrible position that displayed my bare feet for him like a damn offering. All I could see now was the ceiling. I had no idea what he was doing down by my feet. This added to my terror and panic. I could feel his presence at my feet but couldn’t tell what he was about to do. “Alright!”, I screamed. “Alright! I’ll give you the codes! The real ones!!” I didn’t have the energy to feel shame at this point, all I wanted was for the torture to stop.
Down at my feet, I heard his whispered response. “But Miss Potts…you’ve already told me that I can’t trust any code that you might give me. You could give me a code that sends an army of drones here to rescue you. Or, you could give me a code that locks down your entire system. No, there’s only one sure way that I’ll know the codes I’m getting are the real ones.” I shuddered. “H-how?” I asked meekly. “Simple”, he said. “Like this.”
Suddenly, I felt the single most ticklish sensation I’ve ever felt in my life. The tickling up until now had been bad. Horrible even. But this? I felt the tip of a stiff, yet silky feather begin to lick the undersides of my toes. The tip slowly traced every line and wrinkle on the undersides of my toes. I cursed my long toes because it gave him so much more to work with. And, since my toes are so long, the middle of the undersides rarely make contact with the ground. The skin there is the most sensitive spot on my whole body and this bastard knew it. I couldn’t do anything except feebly try to wiggle and cross my toes. But every time I would cover a spot, he would just tickle that newly exposed area until I’d give in and the ticklish cycle would repeat. I bucked and thrashed and tried to move my feet but my armor kept me from doing anything except laugh. I wasn’t howling like before. Somehow this was so much worse. Everything up to this point had been reflex. He would stimulate a section of my body and I would scream with laughter. But this? This was simply tickle torture. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t endure it. And once again…he knew it. He slowly and methodically swirled the feather against the bottoms of my long toes. And just like before, he did not stop, or slow down, or give me any breaks. He simply tickled my toes nonstop as he watched every defense and reserve in my body finally give up for good. I threw my head back and screamed out of frustration. The feeling was pure, unendurable torture. I tried in vain to scrunch my toes one last time, but the moment I felt that feather flick across my sensitive skin, I broke, utterly and completely. If this continued, I really would go insane. I screamed out. “STOP! I can’t take it anymore! Stop tickling my toes! Stop it!” But he didn’t stop. I felt the swirling ticklish horror continue so I blurted out as quickly as I could, “The code is XR7352 - POTTS oh one. Now stop! For the love of god, STOP!!!!” But once again he didn’t stop. I began to scream and thrash with all my strength. I felt my mind beginning to bend, then break. I couldn’t stand it. A feather was going to be the death of me. I shook and screamed and thrashed until, finally, he stopped. Immediately, I collapsed back in the armor. I was exhausted, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. The spot under my toes still itched and tingled as if the feather was still there. I frantically crossed and scrunched my toes, trying to rid my feet of that horrible sensation.
Dr. Torture got up and walked over to a large briefcase in the corner. He hit a series of keys that opened the case. A digital screen rose up with a prompt in the center of it. He typed the code I gave him into the computer and after checking several different prompts, nodded his head approvingly. He stood up and walked over to me. Looking down at me, he said, “It’s been a genuine pleasure working with you Miss Potts. I hope we’ll get another opportunity to do this soon.” And with that, he left.
It was about an hour before he finally released my armor from wherever in the world he now was. I released the other prisoners and got them safely into police custody, then made my way back here. But by then, the damage had already been done. He’d had complete access to our systems and has sold off all of our secrets to the highest bidders. The bastard even filmed my torture and sold it on the web. It’s everywhere. I will never be able to repay you for the damage I’ve caused, so effective immediately, I am tendering my resignation.
Don’t try to look for me. I have already left the country and will not be returning. I can’t risk him ever finding me and doing that to me again. I just can’t go through it again. Nothing is worth that, not even you. I am truly sorry Tony. I hope that one day, you can rebuild and fix the damage this has caused. I never thought that tickling would be the end of everything for me, but here we are. Good luck and steer clear of Dr. Torture at all costs.
Sincerely,
Pepper Potts
