The Principal's Pet (f/f, intense)

[Saint_Chawman]

Story was inspired by image attached. The artist is Juzi, I highly recommend you check him out if you haven't already.



The Principal's Pet



Francesca Terroni sighed as she sifted through the flood of papers burying her spacious mahagoni desk. Being the principal of a rather prestigious highschool in a wealthy Tokyo district, the 39 year old was no stranger to crushing workloads. But even so, the past few weeks had been particularly exhausting.

Michiko Arikawa, honor student and president of the student council, had gone missing without a trace. Her sudden disappearance came as a shock to everybody, a loss felt not only by the people around her but by the school itself. Exceptionally talented, hardworking and kindhearted - those were some of the words used to commemorate her, words that had been regurgitated over and over in countless litanies, statements from her classmates and news segments by nationwide TV channels that had pounced on the case.

Aside from being very popular, if not revered among the other students, young Ms Arikawa also happened to be the daughter of a famous real estate tycoon. This gave rise to the assumption that she might have been kidnapped and held for ransom, most likely on her way to school. Yet strangely, no demands had reached the parents or the increasingly perplexed police so far.

Investigators were clueless, the media were in a frenzy, students and teachers were distraught. This meant that in addition to her usual work, Terroni would have to be in nearly permanent contact with the authorities, deal with the flood of letters from concerned parents, fend off noisy reporters, organize safety seminars, psychological counseling... there was no end to it. She was running on fumes and could not remember the last time she had a full night's sleep.

And still, somehow, the raven-haired Italian felt a smile tug at her lips as she dropped her pen and happily lounged in her chair. Even her slight headache couldn't spoil her mood.

God, how she despised that little brat!

From her first day at school, Michiko had been everybody's darling. Miss Perfect with her obnoxiously friendly, innocent eyes, with all her undeserved youthful beauty that she seemed genuinely unaware of, making her even more endearing. Naturally gifted, born with a golden spoon in her mouth, yet inexplicably without a trace of the laziness and arrogance that so many of the other spoiled rich brats would show.

Unlike her peers, the heiress of the Arikawa fortune carried herself with undeniable grace. With charme and genuine kindness, she would socialize with the daughters of bankers and politicians as well as those whose parents could barely afford the tuition fees. In short, there was nothing bad that could be said about her.

It was infuriating.

Terroni herself was the daughter of immigrants who had come to Japan after the war. Not exactly poor, but a far cry from the aristocracy and industrial dynasties whose offspring plagued this upmarket highschool. Hard work and sacrifice had eventually put her in this position. She had become head of this renowned institution on her own merits, not through familial bonds or playing golf with local politicians.

This fact alone let her cling to a sense of superiority. It was an integral part of her identity, something that elevated her above the sons and daughters of the country's elite who she had to babysit all day. Smug little shits who bragged to each other about their new phones and often bullied the kids from lower income househoulds, who knew nothing about the real world.

But whenever she looked at Michiko, this bright young woman with her gentle serenity, Terroni's confidence crumpled like a withered flower. This damn privileged brat just had to surpass her in every conceivable way. It was as if the whole purpose of her being was to humiliate her - with her looks, her accolades, her work ethic, her irritatingly humble demeanor despite living in a mansion with servants who made her breakfast every day.

It made her sick to her stomach. Michiko Arikawa had become a bane on her existence, a daily reminder of her own mediocrity. Every time the girl would greet her in the hallway with a friendly smile it felt like mockery, as if she was rubbing it in her face - the painful truth that her sense of self worth was built on clichés and prejudice. And the fact that she did so unwittingly, without any ill intent on her side, made it sting even worse.

Or at least, that was how Terroni used to feel - until that fateful day one month ago. Since that day, her life had become so much more enjoyable.

She opened a drawer in her desk and took out a small black remote. Fondly, she played around with the device as if it was a treasured piece of jewelry. Should she allow herself a bit of leisure? A small treat after a hard day's work? She didn't have any appointments left after all. Maybe, just a little bit...?

Her body didn't even wait for her mind to make a decision. Before she knew it, the dark haired woman had walked across the room, staring at the wooden panelling of the opposite wall.

She hesitated for a moment, her finger hovering over a red button on the remote. A smile spread over her face as she savored the rising excitement.

What sort of heavenly sight would greet her this time? What a gorgeous display of suffering would her new pet be showing her?

Would she go wild as soon as she opened the door, fighting against her restraints with every fiber in her delicate body? Would she just hang in her bonds like a lifeless toy, broken and exhausted, too fatigued to show any reaction? Or, her personal favorite, would she be crying and begging through tears to be let go? It was like the ultimate version of wheel of fortune, one that held a sweet reward for her in any possible case.

The button was pushed, a hidden alcove appeared as one of the wooden panels slowly slid to the side, and Terroni rejoiced as it became clear that she had hit the jackpot.

Michiko Arikawa was wide awake. Or rather, she was in a frenzy. The gorgeous, slender bluenette sat safe and secure in her small, soundproof booth, behind a screen of impenetrable glass, and she was in a state of total hysteria. Everything, from her helpless twitching and squirming to the sweat trickling down her adorable face, to her wide open eyes that were glued to Terroni's with a gaze of sheer despair from the second the panel had opened, gave the account of a girl that was barely clinging on to sanity.

"Good evening, Miss Arikawa! Oh, silly me... I mean, good evening, Michiko-chan~" the principal corrected herself with a small chuckle.

"How has your day been so far...?"

It didn't take a lip reader to know that the girl was begging. Her mouth kept moving silently whenever it wasn't frozen in a grimace of desperate laughter, forming pleas for mercy that went unheard, absorbed by the thick, isolating layer of glass between them. Terroni watched the pathetic display with amusement, letting her captive beg for a while before she cupped an ear with her hand in a mocking gesture.

"Ahaha... scusa? I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that~"

There was an obvious reason for her misery - two reasons, to be precise. The girl's soft, bare, beautiful feet were outside the booth. Exposed and vulnerable, they stuck out through padded holes, securely immobilized and displayed like a work of art. Emerging from the wall slightly above waist level, completely at Terroni's mercy, they seemed to be provoking her with their nakedness, like a pair of puppies asking to be played with.

The principal smiled at her frantic captive, enjoying the pure distress on her face before glancing down at those irresistably smooth soles that were so invitingly presenting themselves to her.

"How are those two cuties doing today, hmm~?"

As fate would have it, those gorgeous, sensitive feet feet were now her only connection to the world outside her tiny prison. The only part of her body that would ever feel the kiss of fresh air again. Ironically, her captor was fairly sure that Michiko would have given anything to have them locked away as well - anything, if it meant escaping the horrendous, merciless abuse they had been suffering for almost an entire month now.

The thing that had surprised Terroni wasn't how delicate her plush soles were. Of course, spoiled little princess that she was, Michiko would receive regular beauty treatments at her father's expense, and had most likely never played barefoot outside as a child. Of course they would be free from any blemish, pampered and soft to the touch. No, what had caught her by surprise, even taking their tenderness into account, was how absurdly, stupidly ticklish they were.

The president of the student council, revered and respected by the entire school, was so pathetically sensitive on her adorable feet that a single feather gliding along her pale arches was enough to send her into uncontrollable giggles. It was ridiculous how weak she was to the slightest stimulation, how easy it had been to turn her sorrowful expression into a happy smile, almost as if she had never been touched there in her life.

Terroni recalled how quickly the girl's poised attitude had vanished when she let that harmless little feather explore the length of her elegant foot, naked while the other one was still protected by her school issued black sock. How her silly facade of self control and maturity had crumbled, exposing the helpless, ticklish little girl beneath that couldn't hold back her sweet giggles, no matter how hard she tried to retain her composure.

At that point, Michiko had still attempted to reason with her, to negotiate, despite her constant giggling and the involuntary smile that spread over her face, thwarting all her adorable efforts to remain serious.

But that had ended when Terroni began to use a second feather, and let the two fuzzy plumes venture between the girl's cute toes occasionally. That was when her giggles turned into laughter. Helpless, genuine laughter, a crystal clear melody of mirth that didn't allow any further objections, that turned every other word of protest into gibberish and made her squirm and shake in her bondage.

The fingers were what got her begging. She remembered it so vividly, the moment Michiko's eyes shot wide open when the first couple of fingertips grazed over her helpless soles, the flicker of panic when she realized that the feathers had been nothing but a gentle buildup to the real thing, that those fingers gliding along her high arches were simply too much for her to take. Right then, she had swallowed her pride and weakly stammered "P-plehease, Terroni-sensehei! I'll do anythihing, but stop ihit!" through her laughter, in hopes of appeasing her tormentor.

The principal's manicured nails scribbling in the center of her soles had turned her soft pleading into genuine begging. Deep scratching over her smooth, shapely arches had her squealing for mercy and offering her all the money she could ever wish for. The electric toothbrushes between her toes had her in silent laughter. And by the time Terroni went to town on the slick, oiled up sole of her bare right foot with a hairbrush while digging her nails into the tender ball of her socked left foot, Michiko had been crying tears of ticklish despair, while begging for her mom to come and save her.

In hindsight, the woman mused while she looked down at her captive's tortured feet, that was probably the most lenient she'd ever been to the poor girl. If she had offered her right now to return to that level of intensity, Michiko would most likely have agreed without a second of hesitation.

She raised her head to meet her former star student's wild, desperate eyes, and smiled as she saw a single tear running down her cheek.

"Aaaw... still as ticklish as ever, I see~"

Presently, the president's gorgeous bare feet were being ravaged by a carefully chosen variety of devices. A finely tuned, fully automated ensemble of torturous instruments that been poking, prodding, scratching and brushing her incredibly sensitive soles from the very moment the principal switched on the lights in her office this morning. Bereft of the sparse protection of her single black sock, both of her feet were naked and defenseless as the multitude of autonomous arms violated them without mercy and without a single break.

"Are you having fun in there, my little dumpling?" Terroni asked, her voice dripping with glee as she observed the girl shaking and trembling in her bondage. A bead of sweat journeyed down from her strands of light blue hair to her eyebrow. Her eyes, glistening with tears, stared at the older woman in anguish while her mouth formed more silent pleas.

"I know, I know... you probably got bored without me right? I'm so sorry, I've been terribly swamped lately. But now we can play all we want..."

Terroni knew that Michiko could hear her every word, no matter how loudly she screamed and laughed in her tiny soundproof prison. Audio sensors in the remote would capture every sound and relay it directly to a pair of tiny speakers in her ears.

"These poor neglected feet must have missed me, right?" she teased, perfectly aware that the touch of her nails were the only thing the girl feared even more than the automated devices.

Right now, half a dozen small, mechanical hands were crawling over the delicate arch and tender ball of her left foot, while a trio of spinning brushes tormented her right foot, moving in random patterns from heel to toe. Every inch of sensitive skin on those feet was being tormented without respite, without a shred of sympathy while their owner was slowly losing her mind, uselessly begging and laughing herself silly behind the thick wall of soundproof glass. Her soles had lost their usual pale complexion, glowing pink from hours of ticklish abuse.

And despite all that, Terroni registered to her utmost satisfaction, Michiko's beautiful, ticklish feet stayed perfectly still. With each individual toe tied back, spread apart for easy access to the wonderfully sensitive gaps, they were completely immobilized. Unable to move even in the slightest while their delicious weakness was being exploited, the girl's soles were drawn nice and taut, stretched so that no wrinkles could disturb the intricate machinery's work - two perfect canvases, made for nothing but relentless tickle torture.

"I have to say, Michiko-chan" the woman commented, watching with pure delight as every poke and scratch of a mechanical finger, every rotation of a brush forced the helpless girl into another fit of inaudible laughter.

"...I am deeply impressed. The strength of mind... the mental fortitude required to stay completely still like this, despite those distracting touches. It is inspiring to watch you..."

Michiko closed her eyes and wailed in ticklish agony as another tendril emerged, this one equipped with a comb that began sawing its fine bristles in her pinky toe gap. A bit of drool escaped her wide open mouth and sullied her navy blue school uniform. Terroni smiled at her pet's increasingly frantic reactions. Even after one month, her adorable toes were still a panic spot.

"Such commendable focus... even when your weakest spot is being targeted~" the sadistic woman taunted, stepping closer to the glass. "You truly are a model student!"

With her face mere inches away from the transparent barrier between them, she was now able to hear the faint wisp of a scream as a second comb lodged itself between the digits of Michiko's other foot and the girl went absolutely ballistic.

"Oh my, that one got a reaction!" she laughed. "What's wrong pumpkin? Don't you like it between your cute little toes~?"

The former president partly opened her tear filled eyes, and the pleading look she gave Terroni almost made the dark haired woman melt on the spot.

"Aaaww~ Is it that bad? Can you not take it anymore...? I'll tell you what, just give me a sign and I'll turn it off immediately, okay? Just a simple nod~"

Michiko was desperate now. Completely lost in her ticklish hysteria, the delicate muscles in her neck became visible as the slender girl strained with all her might against the leather strap around her forehead. Terroni watched with poorly feigned concern, tingling with delight as her helpless captive tried and failed to move her head even in the slightest, screaming at her through frenzied laughter as she tried to somehow communicate her suffering.

"Oh, you can go on? You're such a strong girl, Michiko-chan... Fine, I'll leave it running then~"

For the second time today, the Italian could make out a faint sound penetrating the glass as Michiko howled in despair.

Yes, the head strap had been a great addition. It was the final piece in a carefully crafted set of restraints that ensured little Miss High Society would have absolutely no freedom of movement, no means to escape the agonizing sensations while every nerve ending in her dainty bare feet was forced to feel her wrath.

During the first few days, Terroni had allowed her to flail around, to try and pull her feet from the stocks, to hide her undignified laughing expression behind her hands while the woman explored every inch of her pampered soles. She didn't do it out of kindness - it was simply so much fun to watch her former star student covering her mouth to stop the sweet peals of laughter from spilling out, pulling at her hair or desperately pounding her fists against the glass when she scratched between her hyper sensitive toes.

Then, step by step, the principal had taken those small freedoms away from her. First were her arms - raised slightly above head level and extended as if she was going in for a hug. Thick leather belts, far sturdier than required for a girl of her stature, went over her wrists, elbows and biceps and prevented any meaningful struggle.

Then came her hands, constantly flailing and clenching into fists under the torture that Terroni's manicured nails delivered to her helpless feet, erratically grasping at the air as if trying to hold on to something. Those antics were shut down when the principal forced them into small, constricting leather bags which were then tied into snug little bundles with even more straps. Michiko was literally unable to move a single finger.

Tied up, completely trapped with her vulnerable feet exposed to the Italian's cruel fingers, the only way for the slender bluenette to vent her ticklish frustration was shaking her head. And so she did. For hours, she threw her head around in uncontrollable laughter, in a frantic attempt to alleviate the agonizing tickling sensations - until Terroni decided that this was still too much freedom of movement.

Now, one month into her new life as the principal's ticklish pet, there was nothing the high schooler could do except sit on her cute butt in her cozy confinement, completely motionless, and simply take it.

"Take it, Mi-chan~" the busty Italian cooed with a grin, her nails menacingly tapping against the glass, letting her captive know what was about to come.

"Take your tickling like a good little girl... It's going to get even worse in a minute~"

Even with the wide, involuntary smile plastered over her pretty face, the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. Wide open in horror, they were glued to Terroni's dancing fingers while her lips formed 'Nooo' over and over.

"Oooh yes~" the woman teased, giving a confirmatory nod. "Sorry, I know you love spending time with your new friends..."

She gave one of the mechanical hands scratching Michiko's soles a little flick, slightly throwing it off. Immediately, the device returned to its assigned task and eagerly continued scrabbling its tiny fingers over her instep.

"... but they are hogging all the good spots down here. And I haven't had any fun today, sooo..."

She pressed several buttons on the remote. The combs sawing between her defenseless toes, the spinning brushes that were polishing her pink heels and the hands swarming her pale, creamy arches finally relented. The mechanical whirring and whizzing subsided as the artificial appendages died down, retreating into the wall like snakes into their lair. Terroni could practically feel the inaudible sigh of relief as Michiko's frantic struggling ceased and she closed her eyes for a moment.

The girl was a wreck already. During the past eight hours, she had been tickled to tears and beyond, laughing, squealing and screaming for help in her isolated chamber of hell while Terroni had been filling out forms, answered phone calls and had tea with her secretary. The poor thing was in a pitiful state, gasping for breath while giggling from the lingering sensations on her feet. She looked so exhausted, like she could fall asleep at any second... too bad that she had no intentions of letting that happen.

With a smile, the principal lowered herself so she was on eye level with the girl's elegant bare feet. They looked so tempting like this, all stretched taut with their long toes tied back, so irresistable with their cute blush that left the formerly pale skin glowing a wonderful shade of pink. Terroni looked up and saw that Michiko's eyes had opened, staring at her with trepidation.

"Oh my, look how shiny and pink those adorable little feet are~" the woman sang, glancing up at her victim with devious delight.

"They must be tingling so much, right? Aren't they just sooo terribly sensitive right now...?"

She raised her nails and let them playfully wiggle in the air, just inches from the vulnerable soles before her.

"So tempting... I'm going to have a lot of fun with them~"

The girl's expression became desperate, her mouth twitched as she tried to stifle her giggles, teetering on the edge of panicked laughter from the mere threat of her nails alone. Terroni felt warm inside as she watched the former honor student succumb to her childish teasing, her lips forming the word 'no' over and over.

"Oooh yes~" the sadistic woman answered her silent pleas. "I'm going to tickle these pretty feet all over ~ And I was thinking today... we could break out the good old hairbrushes, how about it~?"

The bluenette's face paled in terror. Despite her obvious exhaustion, the slender girl began to struggle against her restraints again as she screamed at the principal to make herself heard through the thick glass.

"Alright, let's hear what you have to say..."

With the push of another button, the speakers embedded in the steely exterior of the booth came to life, and Michiko's soft, pleading voice filled the room.

"...take it anymore!! Please no, no more tickling, please not with the hairbrushes! Anything but that!!"

"Aaww why not?" Terroni asked playfully, overjoyed to hear her captive's voice again. "Scared you're going to have another accident? I'll have to punish you again if that happens, hehe~"

The girl blushed furiously at her response, averting her eyes as she was reminded of the shameful incident.

"Pleeease...!" she whimpered, squirming in humiliation. "Terroni-sensei, I don't want to be tickled anymore... Please, no more tickling! I'll do anything, I will never tell anyone, but please let me go...!"

To her parents' credit, they had certainly raised their daughter well. Even after being kidnapped and tickle tortured for weeks without mercy, she was still addressing her properly. Such a sweet and well-mannered young lady... it made Terroni want to tickle her even harder.

"Let you go? So you can keep being an obnoxious brat?" the Italian asked, her sharp nails slowly getting closer to the smooth, supple skin of her stretched soles.

"So you can keep parading around like you own the place...?"

"W-what?" Michiko stuttered, with fear and genuine confusion as she observed the fiendish claws approaching her defenseless feet.

"I don't understand... I didn't do any of those things...!"

"How fitting..." Terroni continued in her mocking tone, completely ignoring her captive. "...that a spoiled little princess would have such spoiled little feet ~ These have to be the most ticklish feet in all of Japan, don't you think...?"

"Plehease!" the girl spluttered, unable to keep the preemptive laughter from bubbling up as the woman's fingertips hovered right over her delicate soles.

"Dohon't tickle my feet anymore! Leave them alone! Terroni-sensei... whatever I did, I'm really sorry! Please, please!!"

The principal hesitated, then reluctantly lowered her hands.

"Well... it is pretty late already. I guess we could call it a day..."

The immense relief was palpable. Slumping in her bondage as all the built-up tension left her body, Michiko deeply exhaled in relaxation.

"Ooh God, thank you... I'm so tired, I couldn't ha-ayaahaHAHAHAA!! AhahahaahahaNOOOHO!!"

"Gotcha~" she smirked while her fingers scribbled over the girl's soles, harrassing the smooth, luxurious skin with rapid little scratches.

"You just don't learn, do you?"

"Aaawhahahahah nohohoo!! Sensehei pleheheease, ahahahahahha! It's enohohough eheheeuhuh! Stop, stop it alreheadyahahahahaa!!"

Michiko's sweet, crystal clear laughter chimed from the speakers, conveying her hilarity, her distress and utter helplessness, and warmed Terroni's heart. This melody of forced happiness masking the girl's ticklish suffering had quickly become her favorite song to listen to, and now she couldn't go a day without having her beautiful, teary eyed captive perform it for her.

And how were her feet so damn perfect? It was so exciting to touch them, tease them, explore their gentle slopes and smooth curves. Playing with those long, elegant toes, tormenting those buttery soft soles, feeling their tenderness and warmth. They were simply spectacular, so cute and defenseless in their tight restraints, just begging to be violated by her nails and fingertips.

Today, they seemed particularly weak - apparently her mechanical toys had really put them through the wringer. Sporting a deep pink blush from hours of constant overstimulation, they were just radiating heightened sensitivity. The heels were definitely her least ticklish spot, yet the laughter was already flowing freely - the next few hours would be hell for the poor girl.

"Keep singing, my little songbird~" Terroni taunted while her nails playfully skittered over her plump heels.

"We're only getting warmed up, you know... Just wait until I get those arches~! Coochie cooo~"

"Hahayahaah, please dohohon't!! Hiyahaha!! Itahahahahahaah, it's too muhuhuch! Nnngaahaha, AHAAooh oho NOHOHOHOO!!"

The bluenette's laughter kicked up a gear when Terroni let her thumbs rake over her tender insteps while maintaing the assault on her heels.

"Ooh yes~" the raven-haired Italian purred, enjoying the noticably more desperate cadence of the girl's laughter as she teased the buttery smooth inside slope of her feet. Despite exerting almost no pressure, her nails effortlessly sunk into the pale, tender skin, every soft stroke setting the ticklish nerves ablaze.

"It's only my thumbs, relax you silly girl~"

"AHAHAHAAHAHAHAA NOOHOO!! Please I can't tahahake it I CAHAHAHAHANT!!! It tihihickles so muhuhuhuch!!"

"Can't take it, already?" As if to punish her for her weakness, the principal's thumbs began to scratch a little deeper, leaving white traces along the velvety pinkish surface.

"Awww, can't the spoiled princess handle a few tickles? Are those posh feet just waaay to sensitive to take a little scratching~?"

"YEEHEHEHEEES!!" Michiko squealed, now cackling and desperately trying to wiggle her feet, which only translated to barely noticable twitching under her principal's probing fingers.

"I'm soho ahhaahahahah t-ticklish theheheere!! Stop ohoho pleheease stohohop!! I'll give you anythHYAHAHAHAA!! ANYTHING, BUT NOT MY FEEHEHEHEEET!!"

It was music to her ears. Terroni felt all the pent up stress fade away as her fingers performed their dance over the girl's defenseless bare feet, gliding over her smooth heels like ice skaters while her thumbs were drawing small paintings onto her wonderfully sensitive insteps. And all the while her cute, helpless, too-ticklish-for-her-own-good former student was begging her to stop, mere minutes into what would be hours of nonstop, merciless torture.

"But there's nothing I want, Michiko-chan" the Italian teased, prying her eyes off the girl's luxurious soles to marvel at her pathetic expression.

"I already have everything. You're all mine, snug as a bug, and your cute ticklish feet aren't going anywhere... Speaking of which, how about we start exploring those feet a little more, hmm~?"

Her thumbs began to journey inwards while her other eight fingers slowly climbed upwards, aiming for the sacred territory of Michiko's taut, creamy white arches. The girl's eyes widened in fear as she immediately realized the fate that was about to befall her.

"EEHHEEHEHEEE NOOHOHOOO!! Please dohohont Terroni-senseheheeiii ahahahah SEHEHENSEHEI PLEHEHEHEEASE!!!"

"Shhhh~" the older woman calmed her frantic captive, relishing in the look of absolute panic on her pretty face, those terrified eyes contrasted by her mouth that was perpetually forced open in adorable, happy laughter.

"Just lean back and relax... There's nothing you can do, my cute little muffin~"

"WAAAHHAAHAHAHA!!! NO NOT THEAHAHARCHES AHAHAHAAHAA!! NOOOHOHO HEEHEAHAAHAHAA GYAHA!!! PLEHEHEHEHEEASE!!!"

The principal's nails had found their target. Delivering quick, unpredictable strokes to Michiko's creamy white soles, all ten of her fingers began spidering over this death zone of disturbingly ticklish nerves. Even in their immobilized state, she could feel the muscles twitching underneath her fingertips as the former president of the student council went ballistic.

"NYAAHAHAHAA HAHAHAHA!!! GAAHAAHASTOOHOHOHOP IT AHAHAHA!!"

A few nails across her tender arches was all it took to send the slender bluenette into the depths of tickle hell. She was wailing now, cackling madly while pulling on her restraints with everything her delicate body had. The office was filled by bouts of sweet, uncontrollable laughter, a sweet symphony of despair that could undoubtedly be heard throughout the hallway and adjoining rooms.

"STOP HAHAHAHHA STOP!! OH GOHOHOD STOHOP AHAHAHAAH!! AHAIM BEGGING YOU SENSHEEHEEII, NO MOHOHOORE!!!"

"Oh yes, much more! More tickles for my star student's ticklish little feet... cooochie coochie coo~" the woman taunted her captive gleefully, completely enthralled by her hysterical reactions.

"Sooo ticklish and sooo helpless... Your poor feet are so soft, and you can't protect them at all! Hahaha~"

"NUHUHUUUHAHAHA!! P-PLEAHHEHEASE!!! PLEASE LEHEHEAVE THEM ALOOHOHOHONE!! AHAHAHAAHAAAH!!"

"Aaaw does young mistress Arikawa hate having her royal feet tickled? Are these aristocrat arches just too tender for a commoner's touch...? Too bad, I'm not going to stop. Not so high and mighty anymore, are you now Michiko-chan...?"

"AHAIIM SOHOHORRY!! HAHHAAHAHAA!!! WHATEVER I DIHID I'M SOHOHO SORRY AHAHAHAA!!! I APOLOGIIHIHIZE SO PLEEEHEHEHEASE!!!"

"Whatever you did?" Terroni repeated in a dangerously soft tone. Her nails focused on a spot right under the plush ball of each foot, elicting a high pitched yelp from her student who squeezed her eyes shut as if to block out the maddening ticklish sensations.

"You mean apart from prancing around all day with your rich friends and bragging about your grades as if they mean anything?"

"BUT AHAAAAHAHAAHA BUT I NEVEHER... HEEEHENAHAYAHAH!!!"

The fingers fanned out, covering the entire area of the girl's supple arches as they slowly raked down, black painted nails digging deeply into the soft, pale skin. Michiko's objections drowned in a new flood of helpless guffawing laughter.

"Oh shut it... I'm not interested in your lies" Terroni rebuked the former council president who was now nothing more than a quivering mess under her fingers.

"What I'm more interested in is... How much tickling can a billionaire brat take before she faints~?"

The minutes went by while the woman calmly and methodically dragged her nails up and down the pair of silky soles. Up and down those two beautiful canvases, in a slow, monotonous pattern, covering the soft, sensitive area between the girl's heels and the balls of her feet. It was lazy, uninspired and predictable, something that would have put a grin on most people's faces at best.

Michiko however wasn't like most people. The Arikawa's daughter, above average in every regard, seemed to make it a point to outperform everyone else even when it came to her weakness to tickling. It was ridiculous how responsive she was to every scratch, every stroke over her delicate little feet. She gasped and whimpered, howled and squealed as every square inch of her stupidly sensitive arches was tickled raw - all while Terroni simply sat back with a smile, performing the same motion tirelessly until the creamy white skin was a healthy shade of pink.

"You poor thing~" she cooed as she watched the hysterical girl twist and tremble in her tight constraints, tears running down her cheeks.

"Such a weak little girl with abnormally ticklish feet... and they're soo nice and exposed too~"

"ABAHAHAHAHAA PLUHUAHAA PLEHEHEHEASE...!!"

The bluenette stared at her through the glass, eyes full of tears and despair, and the Italian relished in the knowledge that every teasing word was eroding her sanity further.

"Aaall naked and defenseless ~ I bet you wish you still had your last sock, right? Remember how you begged me to take it off...?"

That was a rather misleading account of what had transpired on that day roughly one week into Michiko's captivity. The petite student had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown from having her feet tickled all morning, one of them bare and defenseless with the the toes tied back, one still clad in its black cotton sock, free to jump and wiggle around while pens, feathers and fingers teased her sole through the thin fabric.

Terroni had made it her mission to get her ticklish prisoner to surrender her last remaining piece of footwear by her own volition, and to that end she had come up with a truly devious plan. Without explaining herself, she had poured a transparent liquid over the girl's socked foot, handling the small flask with the utmost caution as she carefully avoided making any contact with the substance. After that, Michiko was relieved to find that only her bare foot was being lazily teased, its socked twin on the other hand was left alone as it soaked in the mysterious fluid.

That was, until she noticed an unpleasant tingling. An unsettling, deeply seeded itch permeating absolutely everything, her heels, soles and arches, her toes and the gaps between them and even the back of her foot. It was as if tiny ants were crawling around and tickling every single nerve, as if a million mosquitos were devouring her foot. The feeling grew stronger with every second, forcing a groan out of her at first, then labored breathing as she tried and failed to cope with the maddening sensations, and eventually had her squealing and screaming in panic as it became so torturous that she genuinely feared losing her mind.

She had been begging for her dear life about two minutes into the ordeal, imploring the principal to please, please take off the sock covered in this terrible liquid, to tickle her to her heart's content if it only meant the ungodly itching would go away. Terroni had obliged with a courteous smile, stripping her foot off its last protective layer so it could join its naked twin as a smooth, ticklish canvas for her nails - about one hour later.


"Good times, right...?" the Italian reminisced, a glint in her dark eyes as she remembered the pure joy of watching her petite captive writhing in itchy, ticklish agony.

"I gaahaHAAHGABAHAHAH HEHEHEEHEE AHA HEEHEHEHEHEELP!!!"

The woman had switched techniques and now focused her attack on the very center of Michiko's left foot, poking, prodding and scratching the alabaster skin right in the middle of her sole. Her right foot wasn't faring any better, having to deal with an all out assault on the soft ball which occasionally extended up to right under her restrained toes. As a result, the girl's frantic begging had become largely incomprehensible, pitiful gibberish that gushed forth between bouts of helpless laughter.

"AMAHHAHA, SEHEEHEHENSEHEEIIIAHAHA DOHOHOHONT AHAAHAAA!!! NAHAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOOES AHA, AHAHAYAHHA!!"

"A-kitchy kitchy coo...! I'm gonna tickle Michiko's cute little toes~!" she taunted in a sing-song voice, taking her student's panicked pleas as an invitation to wreak even more havoc on every weakspot of her delectable feet.

"I'm coming cloooser~"

"NAHAHAHOHOHAA MERCY PLEHEEASE!! GYAHAHAHAA NOHOAHAOHO HEEELP!! HEEHELP MEEHEHEHEEE!!!"

"There's no one around, Michiko-chan... Everyone's gone home already" Terroni declared, a nefarious grin on her face as she watched the girl wallow in ticklish despair, stricken with horror at the sight of those fingers creeping closer and closer to her poor toes.

"Noone to hear you laugh... You can scream and beg as much as you want, I'm still going to tickle you silly... And there's nothing you can do about it. Just sit there nice and tight, all helpless and wrapped up... my cute little spring roll~"

An ear shattering squeal resounded from the speakers as the first of her nails began to softly scratch the stems of Michiko's adorable toes. One by one, the other nine joined the vanguard, teasing and fluttering over the long, sensitive digits with feathery strokes.

"WAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!! PLEHEHEEHEEASE, NOOOO!!! I'M GOHOING CRAZEEHEEAAHAHAH!! NEEHEAAHAHA MAKE IT STOP, MAKEITSTOHOHOP HAHAHAHAAAHA!!! PLEHEHEASE NO MOHOHOHOHORE!!"

The older woman's sharp, manicured nails were delivering precise little strokes to the young girl's lovely toes, drawing tiny spirals on their pads, lightly brushing over the length of the stems and gliding into the gaps, teasing the sensitive webbing. The toeties were working overtime, keeping her adorable digits splayed apart, easily accessible and perfectly immobilized. They just sat there - exposed, helpless and ticklish beyond belief, while their owner slowly lost her mind amidst frantic shrieking and cackling.

"AAAHAHAHAAHAHAAH!!! OH GOOHOHOD WHY DOHONT YOU STOHOHOHOHOHOP EEHEHEEEK!!! HAHAHAHAHA I'M BEGGING YOUHUHUUUH!!!"

"So this is the heiress of the Arikawa conglomerate..." Terroni mused, a smirk playing around her lips as she watched her victim go crazy in her confinement, hysterically convulsing with every deliberate scratch and scribble.

"No self-control... no decorum... just a sensitive little girl crying and begging from a few tickles on her toes. What a disgrace~"

Michiko was sobbing now, the sheer humiliation from her predicament adding to her distress. Her crazed laughter took on an even more desperate pitch, and the look on her tear soaked face made it obvious that the principal had struck a nerve. Terroni's grin widened.

"How are you supposed to take over your father's business?" she teased, sweet poison in her voice.

"You are no leader... just a hopelessly ticklish brat with rich parents... and the softest, cutest feet in all of Tokyo~"

"NOOHHOHOHUHUHUU AHAHAHAHAA... THAAHAHATS NOT AHAHAAHAYYAAA!! GAHAHAHAHAA...!!!"

Going for a surprise attack, the principal dropped her hands and buried her nails into the weakspot in the center of Michiko's buttery soft soles. The girl was cackling uncontrollably, her wide crimson eyes full of tears and aimlessly darting around the confines of her small booth. She was going nuts in her tiny prison, completely overwhelmed by the combined assault on her feet and her pride. Time to break her.

"You aren't fit to be a honors student of this school. You aren't fit to be on the student council, or to inherit your father's companies..."

She leaned closer to her gorgeous, bare feet, ever so slightly twitching under her cruel administrations, almost as if she was talking to the silky smooth pair of soles protruding from the wall, and not to the girl trapped inside it.

"The only thing you are fit to be... is my tickle pet~" she almost whispered, knowing that every word went right in Michiko's ears.

"My cute, submissive little pet. You will never escape... There's only going to be more and more tickling for you. Just accept this, and laugh for me like a good girl~"

She looked up to see Michiko's beautiful face twisted into a mask of pure ticklish suffering and despair. She looked so adorable in her neat school uniform with the polished buttons. Terroni had considered stripping her naked at first, but had ultimately decided that it would be funny letting her keep the navy blue jacket and plaid skirt. And how right she had been. Seeing her like this, still dressed in her formal attire complete with the school's red tie, so prim and proper while she was reduced to a shaking, quivering mess with drool dribbling down her chin... it was absolutely priceless.

"Say it~" the Italian purred, intent on driving the point home once and for all. Nestling up to the girl's warm, soft soles like a cat, grazing the curved arch with her cheek while her nails kept ravaging the other foot, she craned her neck to enjoy the view of overwhelming ticklish ecstasy and suffering she was inflicting.

"Say it, or I'll have to get a bit more... persuasive~"

Lost in the moment, the touch and feel of Michiko's divine feet and her beautiful laughter, she opened her mouth and began to playfully nibble her former star student's luxurious, pale arch. Making full use of how helpless it was, one gentle, teasing bite at a time, she explored the entirety of the naked, trembling foot with delight. Her eyes closed in bliss, her teeth caressing the creamy, supple skin, she bathed in the rush of excitement as her captive erupted into a violent crescendo of wild cackling and panicked squeals.

"AAHAHEEHEHEYYEEEEH!!! NONONOHO PLEHEEHEHEASE NOT THAAHAHAT HAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! I'LL SAHAY IT PLEHEHEHEASE, PLEEHEASE STOHOP!!! HYYAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Say what...?" the principal muttered lazily, eyes only half open as her teeth scraped away at the immaculate, blushing soles before her.

"I'M YOUR PEHEHET AHAHAAH!! I'M YOUR PET WAHAHAAHANAHEEHEHE STOP PLEHEASE!!! OH GOHOHOD DONT LIHICK AHAHYHAHAH!!!"

Terroni's tongue had found its way between Michiko's long, slender toes. Snaking between those defenseless digits, the wet muscle lapped away at the ticklish gaps and lit up her nerves in a firework of unbearable sensations. The girl's hysterical laughter climbed another octave.

"Mmmh... and...?"

"AND AHAHAHAAEE I'M SOHORREHEHEEE!!! I'M SOHO SORRY FOR BEHAHAHAAAH, FOR BEING ARROGAHANT!!! I'M JUST A THIHICKLIHIAHAAH, HEEEAAAHAHAHAH!!! TICKLISH LITTLE GIHIHIIRL!! PLEHEHEEEASE NO MOHOHOHORE...!!"

Terroni gave a chuckle. The poor thing was really pulling out all the stops now, using every bit of air she had left to splutter pitiful pleas in a desperate effort to appease her. How ironic that someone of her esteem and popularity, this brillant young woman with all the wealth and power her family had, could be brought to such a pathetic state so easily. So helpless in the face of something totally harmless - as if she was made to be tickled.

And she finally seemed to come to terms with it, too. Parting from her blushing, trembling feet with a small kiss to each of her big toes, Francesca Terroni stood up and admired the result of her work. The oh so gracious Michiko Arikawa was reduced to a giggling, whimpering mess, huffing and gasping for air and looking as if she was about to collapse if it weren't for the tight bondage holding her in place. Her noble face wet with tears and almost as red as her tie, the obnoxious cheerful smile replaced by the lingering, silly grin of ticklish madness. An image of total defeat.

"Good girl~" she praised her, smiling as she saw Michiko wince at the pet name. "That's exactly right. You belong to me ~ You and your adorable sensitive feet... we're going to have so much fun together!"

Her glee was audible in every word, every syllable. Terroni stepped away from the gasping wreck of a girl, rummaging around in a drawer of her desk before she sauntered back towards the booth, arms behind her back.

"And you've improved a lot today, right my ticklish little pumpkin~? Finally you have acknowledged what a God awful brat you used to be... such a spoiled little princess. Personally, I like you much better like this. So cute and obedient, after just a few tickles... If only your classmates could see you like this~"

Unable to turn away her face due to the strap over her forehead, Michiko instead opted to squeeze her teary eyes shut while her face took on an even darker shade of red. Hiding away as if the darkness could somehow block out the abysmal shame she felt at her own weakness, she failed to see the woman raise both her hands with a triumphant grin.

"But regardless... I did promise you some extra fun today, didn't I~?"

The bluenette's eyes flew open, widening in shock as she instantly spotted the two large, wooden hairbrushes that the principal presented. With their countless stiff bristles eager to sink into the soft skin of her arches, they looked like medieval torture instruments to the girl who found her biggest nightmare about to come true.

"Aah!? W-w-wait, WAIT!!"

It was spectacular how fast her blush disappeared as every bit of color drained from her face, leaving it pale in fear. Spluttering and stumbling over her own words, Michiko started to beg while shaking in her restraints, with renewed stamina in the face of this primal horror.

"But S-sensei, I... I said it! I said everything you wanted! This... you c-cant! You know I can't take it! Please, d-don't do this to me!!"

"Aww, you're so jumpy and fidgety all of a sudden... Good thing you can't move those feet, not even a tiiiny little bit~"

"Wait a minute!! WAIT!!! At least t-tickle me normally! Just not the hairbrushes, please! I beg you!! A-anything but the brushes!!"

"A-anything but the brushes?" Terroni repeated with a grin, mocking her student's pitiful whimpering.

"Hmm... how about, nothing but the brushes instead? Only hairbrushes for Michiko-chan's ticklish little feet, for one full hour~"

Michiko gasped, a look of abject terror on her face. Her eyes told the principal that she would have given her soul in exchange for having her feet spared from the imminent torture.

"NO, NOOOO!!! S-SENSEI PLEASE!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!"

"Get ready to laugh, princess... Here they coooome~"


RRRRRRRRRRIIIIINNNG!


The hairbrushes stopped, hovering mere inches before the helpless pair of immobilized, bare feet that awaited their ticklish destruction. For a moment, both women stared at each other in silent suspense before Terroni turned around and walked to her desk with an annoyed flick of her tongue.

RRRRRRRRRRIIIIINNNG!

Who in God's name had the nerve to ring her phone at this hour? It was almost ten by now, all the teachers and administrative staff had gone home hours ago. Whoever it was, they had to know she was working overtime and was in no mood to take calls in the dead of the night.

A dangerous wrinkle between her furrowed brows, the fuming Italian turned off the volume on Michiko's booth before reaching for the phone sitting on her desk, ready to tell off whatever jerk was on the other end. Then, she saw the caller ID blinking on the display.

RRRRRRRRRRIIIIINNNG!

"Cazzo" she muttered under her breath. It had to be this guy, of course. And just as the real fun was about to begin...

Terroni picked up the phone with an exasperated sigh, but as soon as she spoke, her voice was the epitome of politeness.

"Good evening, Fukuda-san. How can I help you?"

Toshiki Fukuda was the chief investigator in Michiko's case. A member of the old guard, as people liked to refer to him: A burly middle aged man with a hand shake that could crack a walnut and deep wrinkles on his forehead. They seemed to have multiplied over the past few weeks, as everytime Terroni saw him he looked more and more fatigued.

She didn't envy him for his job. It was a high profile case, and despite his best efforts the investigation had yet to produce any results - obviously, since police hadn't searched her office so far. He had questioned her a few times times about various things like Michiko's usual behavior, relations with teachers and students and the like, and the principal couldn't help but feel slightly nervous whenever she was being observed by those keen dark eyes.

"Good evening, Terroni-san." Fukuda's gravelly voice sounded even more tired than usual. "I'm sorry for bothering you at this hour..."

"Oh please, don't apologize" she interrupted, feigning interest while her longing gaze was locked on those soft, shapely soles that were yearning for her touch.

"You know I'm always at your disposal... you are working so hard after all. Say, are there any new developments...?"

There was a short pause on the other end of the line. When Fukuda replied, there was something in his tone that the woman couldn't quite place.

"Yes, there is. I'm on my way home from a meeting right now... Would you mind if I stop by your office? I'd prefer not to have this conversation over the phone."

Shit.

"I uuh..." Terroni hesitated, her mind racing as she tried and failed to come up with any plausible excuse. She felt her heart beating faster as her eyes wandered back and forth between the phone in her hand and the tied up, kidnapped girl whose feet were currently decorating the wall of her office.

"Great. I'll be there in five minutes."

And with that, Fukuda hung up.





The very real danger of being kidnapped had been a constant in Michiko Arikawa's life from early on. Her father's immense wealth made her a prime target. The lurking threat was apparent by the bodyguard who used to accompany her on her way to school until she was sixteen, as well as the police cars taking turns patrolling their street. It had been on the back of her mind as long as she could think, to the point where it was simply normal to her.

But this? Being locked up in this tiny cage, strapped down so tightly she couldn't move a muscle, and having her bare feet exposed to be endlessly tortured with tickling? It was beyond anything Michiko could have dreamt up in her worst nightmares. It was so bizarre, so preposterous - in a matter of minutes, reality had been turned upside down. Principal Terroni, who she had always trusted and admired, seemed possessed by a devil, and her intent was to make her suffer with the worst thing the dreadfully sensitive girl could imagine.

Every day, she experienced the same hell on earth, every day she laughed until she couldn't take it anymore and begged until words failed her, only to see her torment continue anyway. She didn't understand what Terroni-sensei wanted from her, or what her problem with her was. She didn't know why it made the woman so happy to see her scream in helpless laughter, gasp for air and cry tears of ticklish agony while she ravaged her poor soles. All she knew was that she couldn't take it.

But however horrifying it was, being turned into a permanent part of her principal's office had at least one benefit: Michiko could hear everything Terroni-sensei did in her office. The remote served as an audio transmitter, and so all the girl could do whenever she was alone, locked up in the darkness with only the mechanical hands and brushes to keep her bare feet company, was intently listen.

Over time, she had pieced together that this Fukuda-san had to be some sort of detective, someone tasked with coordinating the search for her. It felt like being stabbed with a knife everytime she saw the principal on the phone with him, feeding him worthless information while she looked at her with a smug grin, sometimes tickling her feet at the same time.

Now, something was different. Michiko saw the apprehension on her face, the nervous tapping of her fingernails as she became more uneasy with every word the man spoke. When the call ended, the woman stared blankly for several seconds before she walked back towards her, fiddling with the remote.

"Looks like you got lucky. I'm about to have a guest, so I'm afraid the hairbrushes will have to wait..."

Michiko felt her heart flutter. She was feeling so light all of a sudden, a warm surge of hope spread through her body from her chest to her fingertips. This detective was about to come here, to this office, right now. Fukuda-san would be in the same room as her - not as a disembodied voice, but a real person who could help her.

If she could make just the slightest noise to alert him to her presence, she would be saved. Kicking her feet or banging her fists on the wall was out of the question, but maybe if she yelled really loud...? Trying her best to keep a neutral expression, Michiko prayed that the principal was worked up enough to forget her usual routine whenever she let someone else into the office.

Please forget it. Just this once. Please...!

"Alright, cupcake. Time for the gag! Be a good girl and open wide~"

In the blink of an eye, her hopes were crushed. Moaning in bitter disappointment, the girl heard the familiar sound of machinery as a robotic hand appeared from the wall of her booth, dangling a large black rubber gag in front of her face as if to taunt her.

"No..." she meekly attempted to plead. "Please, not that thing... I'll be quiet, I promise!"

"Nice try~" Terroni-sensei brushed off her weak protests, back to her villainous smile. "This glass might be soundproof, but I'd rather not push my luck. Plus, you just look sooo adorable with it~"

Michiko felt her cheeks heat up at this remark, and she averted her eyes. Besides the horrible feeling of helplessness that came with being gagged, she absolutely hated how stupid it looked. Just to spite her, the principal had shown the girl her own face in a mirror before - with the thick rod of black rubber secured between her teeth, it was an utterly humiliating display. In Michiko's eyes, it made her look like a puppy fetching a stick.

But she knew what would happen if she refused. With a sniff, the student opened her mouth in defeat, feeling the rubber invade her mouth and the hands fastening the straps behind her neck. Too embarrassed to meet Terroni-sensei's eyes, she looked down at her restrained toes, the only part of her feet she could still see.

"Awww ~ Really, it's almost a shame that your laugh is so sweet. Otherwise I would just leave it in forever..."

Michiko let out a muffled groan at this flagrant mockery. But she had no time to dwell on it as she heard the familiar whirring again, this time from outside the machine.

"Of course, I wouldn't want you to get bored while we talk. So I'll leave you with some company, to keep you entertained~"

Like two finely tuned sensors, her feet began to tingle in dreadful anticipation before the countless small hands and brushes had even made contact. Instinctively, the girl began to pull at her bondage, giving her principal a pleading look as she whimpered behind her gag.

"Nnuuh! Nuhhghan! Plsssh ghmmh brhhhgh!!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby... this is the lowest setting" Terroni taunted her, watching her with visible glee as she began writhing under the attack on her delicate soles, quickly dissolving into helpless laughter.

"Well, see you later. Just sit tight, my cute little dumpling~"





Over the past weeks, Terroni had developed an unusual love for the sort of mundane desk work that came with her job. No matter how tired she was or how tedious the task, she was always basking in the knowledge that in this very instance, Michiko was shaking with laughter behind the wall. The fact that this girl who had been such a headache was having her tender little feet scrubbed every waking moment, without a second of rest, gave her an immense sense of satisfaction.

Now she found herself in a very different situation. While police had shown up from time to time at the school, she hadn't received any of them in her office. And certainly not the leading investigator Fukuda. His piercing gaze was currently scrutinizing her from the other side of her desk, looking almost menacing thanks to the dark rings under his eyes. The principal did her best to keep her hands from shaking while she poured him some tea.

"Thank you" Fukuda said, grabbing the warm cup with both hands. Rain water was dripping from his coat which he had refused to take off.

"You're welcome" Terroni replied. "I'm sorry it couldn't steep for very long. I wasn't expecting-"

"It's fine, it's fine" the detective waved his hand. "Sorry for bothering you on such short notice. To be honest, I was surprised that you were still here. Do you often work this late?"

"Well, not by choice" she lied. She very much loved working late, since it allowed her more playtime with a certain someone's wonderfully ticklish feet.

"But ever since Arikawa-san, you know... There is a lot of extra work to do. Since it likely happened on her way to school, parents have been raising concerns... We have many students with a comparable financial background, after all."

"I see." Fukuda said. His dark eyes remained focused on her while she spoke, making her feel more uneasy with every second. "They assume she is being held for ransom?"

"I... I believe so, yes. I mean, isn't it the most likely explanation?"

There was a short pause as the man took a sip of his tea. When he replied, he did so with the slight irritation of someone who had had the same conversation many times before.

"No, it's not. If someone was attempting to blackmail her parents, there would have been a ransom demand long ago."

"So... what do you think happened to Miss Arikawa?" the woman probed carefully. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard that she was surprised he couldn't hear it.

"I think she was kidnapped by someone who held a grudge against her" Fukuda stated plainly. "Simple as that. A former love interest, a rival of some sort... maybe someone who was jealous of her."

Terroni put her hands in her lap, unable to keep them from shaking.

"Well, that may be, Fukuda-san" she responded, surprising herself with how calm she sounded. "But it seems unlikely to me, to be honest. She always got along very well with the other students."

"I know..." The detective massaged his forehead as if to get rid of a headache.

"Miss Arikawa was pretty well-liked, right? Seemed to me like you held her in high regards too."

"Oh, yes" Terroni said, putting what she hoped was the appropriate amount of sadness into her voice.

"An exemplary student. And very mature for her age... she was such a sensitive girl..."

The man raised an eyebrow.

"She was what?"

"Sensible, I meant sensible."

She wanted to kick herself. Fukuda gave her a sceptical look but fortunately didn't press it any further.

"Well" he sighed. "It doesn't matter anymore. You could say I am pretty isolated with my opinion. Miss Arikawa's father is absolutely convinced that there is a financial motive. And so is the police chief."

For the first time, he took his eyes off of her, staring out of the window into the darkness.

"As you know my men have been questioning many of your students lately, some teachers even. To be honest, I had a strong feeling that would give us a good lead."

Terroni's nails sunk deep into her palms. Every muscle in her body tensed up while the man turned back towards her, making an agonizingly long pause during which he took another sip of his tea.

"That's why I wanted to come by. I guess I've caused you some extra work, and I apologize for any inconveniences. I really wanted to thank you for your cooperation."

She blinked in confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't understand...?"

"My superiors think that I have steered investigations into a wrong direction. They think I'm wasting time and manpower running the rule over the people at this school. Well, I have nothing to show after an entire month so they could be right."

He took one last sip of tea, setting down his empty cup.

"In short, I've been relieved of the case. We won't be bothering you anymore."

He stood up and Terroni did the same. Her head was spinning, but instead of the cold fear clutching her chest, she felt almost weightless. It couldn't be that easy, could it?

She could hardly contain her smile as Fukuda's words began to sink in. This wasn't an interrogation, it was farewell. No more officers snooping around the place - those morons from the Detective Bureau were essentially giving her free rein. And not only that, but Fukuda was even apologizing to her for investigating the school in the first place - all while Michiko was only a few meters behind him in her little booth, securely bound and gagged and melting into a ticklish puddle as the machine tortured her helpless feet.

Euphorically, Terroni cast a quick glance at the black remote sitting on her desk that doubled as an audio transmitter. Provided she was still conscious, Michiko had to have heard every word of their conversation. The poor thing was probably screaming herself hoarse behind her gag. Just thinking about it made it even harder to keep a straight face.

"Please don't apologize, Fukuda-san" she said sweetly. "I'm very sorry to hear that they have taken you off the case. And after all your hard work..."

She walked around her desk to escort him to the door. Fully aware that Michiko was hanging on her lips, she decided to taunt the poor thing a little more.

"You've done all you can - please don't trouble yourself any further. I am sure Miss Arikawa would tell you the same... if she could."

The man cleared his throat. "I... I suppose. Thanks for the tea, Terroni-san. I better get..."

Hllllmphmmmhhhh...!

A weak, muffled cry. The noise was faint, barely even audible, but in the silence of the sleeping school it was just loud enough to be heard. Fukuda, who already had his hand on the doorknob, slowly turned around.

"What was that?"


Michiko had been listening to the conversation that took place outside her tiny prison, her distress climbing to new heights with every word. Unable to move a muscle, torn apart by the tickling consuming her mind and body and her desperate wish to cry out for help. She had never been so painfully aware of how utterly helpless she was, now that rescue was just barely out of reach.

All she had to do was make herself heard. Just a single noise that could penetrate the glass of her booth would be enough to end this nightmare. But with her mouth sealed, her shouting and screaming reduced to muffled groans and drowned out by her uncontrollable laughter, she just couldn't.

"MHNUUUHUHU!! OHONNHPLSHH HNUHUMM!"

This horrible, incessant tickling. It simply wouldn't stop. Not while she was forced to listen to her kidnapper making idle chitchat with the man who was supposed to save her. Not while she felt the despair nearly crush her as the detective explained that he would never come back to this place. Even when she started sobbing behind her gag, her soft, pampered feet were being mercilessly tickled, transforming her distress into an adorable cascade of happy giggles and shrieks.

"AHHNNHHHMPH!! MNUHUUH!! OHNNNMPLESH HNNLPMMMH!!"

The brushes were playfully stroking her pale toes, the tiny fingers kept scribbling over her taut arches and raking over her smooth heels. They were prodding the plump ball of each foot and crawling over her delicate insteps like bugs. Her brain was being taken over by the overstimulated nerves in her poor, sensitive feet screaming for relief, unable to stop laughing even in this dire situation. Michiko, the esteemed former president of the student council, could only squeal like a little girl and cackle in forced hysterics, even while she heard Fukuda-san take his leave.

She had already resigned herself to her fate when she heard the principal's voice in her ear.

"...don't trouble yourself any further. I am sure Miss Arikawa would tell you the same... if she could~"

Michiko lost it. Her frustration, her agony, her fear of even more hellish tickling if she was left alone with this woman - and her outrage at being so cruelly mocked in her suffering. In a desperate last ditch effort, she put everything into her voice as she screamed into the darkness surrounding her.

"HHHMMEEEEEEEEEEELPH MMNUUUH!!!"

She heard only silence. Then...


"What was that?"


The relief she felt was indescribable. Those three simple words meant everything to her right now. For the first time since she had been captured and put into this hellish contraption, Michiko felt like she could cry from joy. Finally, she had make herself heard.

"What do you mean, Fukuda-san?" the principal asked innocently.

"That noise just now. Sounded like a voice to me... is someone else here?"

"A voice...? O-oh, nevermind that. It's some problem with the ventilation shafts..."

Summoning all her willpower to block out the awful sensations dancing over her feet, the maddening tickles and scratches that threatened to smother her voice with muffled laughter, Michiko screamed again as loud as she could.

"HNNUUUUUUUUULPMH!!! HHHMMMLLLPMUHHH!!!"

"You have some weird ventilation shafts, Terroni-san."

She could tell the detective was walking around the room by the way the volume of his voice kept changing.

"Sounds almost like a person to me... Is it here, behind the panelling?"

Michiko's heart was pounding in her chest. Was he standing right in front of her?

"Oh, yeah. I hear it so often, I don't even notice it anymore... It always happens when it's windy outside. Creepy, right?"

Terroni-sensei's voice was much louder than hid, meaning she had to be very close to the remote. To her surprise, she could hear the woman chuckle.

Fighting the urge to submit to the assault on her ticklish feet, to just give up and melt into helpless giggles and squeals, Michiko forcefully inhaled through her nose and prepared to scream again.

"But actually, there's an easy way to fix this. Let me show you~"

The tone in her voice sent a chill down her spine. The girl yelled into her gag again, but it was weaker than before as her body tensed up and her eyes nervously scanned the darkness around her. Something wasn't right. The woman's confident, mischievous tone was ringing all alarm bells. What was she...?

Then she understood, a split second before it happened. Just enough time for her to let out a scared whimper, before the unbearably soft, rapidly spinning brushes sunk between her toes.


Michiko wanted to scream, but no sound came out. As if she was being pulled under water by an invisible hand, the ability to form words or even coherent thoughts was taken away from her as she quietly drowned in the agony of having her delicate little toes tickled in the most diabolical of ways. Her mind exploded in a ticklish frenzy as the millions of tiny, wispy fibers engulfed the slender digits, totally helpless against the madness that befell this most ticklish part of her. Her vulnerable toes and the unbearably sensitive skin between them were tortured without mercy, the brushes spinning so quickly that every single nerve felt like it was being exposed to hundreds of ticklish strokes each second.

The girl was wheezing and gasping for air, but beyond these pathetic sounds nothing came over her lips. It was as if her body couldn't produce the laughter fast enough to keep up with the endless amount of hysterical screaming that those brushes between her poor toes were demanding of her. Helplessly splayed apart by the toeties, all her little digits could do was remain still as the hellish tickling set them ablaze.

"See? I just have to push this button, and the noise goes away~"

Through the haze of ticklish madness clouding her mind, she could make out Terroni-sensei's voice, calm and sweet.

"I think it closes some grid, or something..."

"That's a pretty unusual setup" Fukuda-san remarked, still sounding sceptical. "Why would..."

"Hey!" the principal jokingly interrupted him. "If you want us to install a new ventilation system, we are always happy about donations!"

She wanted to scream for help, but there was no air in her lungs. Michiko couldn't breathe, the excrutiating tickling that devoured her toes, the tender gaps between them and the smooth balls of her feet was drowning her in anguish. With fresh tears running down her face and into the collar of her school uniform, she heard the two adults share a laugh. This couldn't be happening.

"Sorry, I'll have to refuse" the man replied, now in a more cordial manner. By the sound of his voice, he was moving away from her. "Please look for donors somewhere else. I'm just a poor public servant... oh, and I need to catch my train."

No. He couldn't! Michiko went ballistic in her bondage, shaking and twisting in the throes of silent anguish. He couldn't leave her like this!

"Hhh!... hnuhu... pl... phlssh...!"

But all her desperate efforts afforded was pitiful mewling behind her gag, so weak that it was hardly more than a whisper.

"In that case, good night, Fukuda-san. And all the best."

The answer was only faint muttering. He had to be in the hallway already.

"Oh for sure! Just one last little thing I need to do~"

With an ominous thud, the heavy door fell shut. The detective was gone, and so was her only chance to be rescued.


Michiko would have bawled her eyes out, if it wasn't for the eight brushes happily spinning between her toes, turning her sobs into frenzied quiet laughter. She was so lost in the terrifying assault on her soles and her sanity, she almost forgot that the worst was yet about to come.




Terroni took her sweet time before she finally decided to revisit her little captive. If the first time today had been like a wheel of fortune, this time it felt like she was unwrapping a suspiciously bike shaped christmas present - Terroni knew what she would find inside as the wooden panelling slowly parted, but that didn't lessen her excitement in the slightest.

"Look at you~" she cooed as the wall opened and she laid eyes on the shaking, half delirious girl inside.

"Did you like your little timeout? Did you have fun listening? I bet you did..."

Michiko looked at the principal, but her eyes seemed to have trouble focusing on her. They were wide and unsteady, twitching like the rest of her helpless, immobilized body - frantic spasms from head to toe that proved she would have hit the ceiling if she could move even a single muscle.

A big grin spread over Terroni's face. She was brimming with joy at the view of her cute ticklish pet - the drool running down her chin while she choked on her silent laughter, the tears in her crimson eyes. And especially her stunning feet, taut and vulnerable with her adorable toes spread apart, while the rotating brushes tirelessly polished the spaces between them and the hands kept spidering over her smooth heels and arches.

"Poor little Michiko~" she sang, gleefully celebrating her triumph. "You really thought you were saved back there, huuuh~?"

She ordered the mechanical hands to withdraw, only to apply her own to those supple, delicate arches. Gently running her nails along the pale skin, she giggled as she looked right into Michiko's suffering eyes.

"Isn't it just too bad that I know exactly how to make you shut up? You could never handle the brushes, right Michiko-chan~? Not against those poor, sensitive little toes..."

Her fingers ventured upwards and began to spider over the ball of each foot, occasionally scratching under her long, slender toes.

"Coochie coochie cooo~ It's so adorable how you go completely silent whenever those big bad brushes get you here, Michiko~ It's like an off button, isn't it? Can't laugh... can't beg... can't scream for help~"

She briefly interrupted her attack on the girl's helpless feet to turn up the volume on the booth, but the room stayed quiet. Only exhausted, muffled whimpering escaped the comically large gag. Her fingers went back to work, crawling over the girl's butter soft soles.

"Do you now see what I mean? You're just too ticklish for your own good. So weak... so delicate... someone like you can't be allowed to venture out into the real world. People would only take advantage of you... I'm going to keep you here forever, make sure you stay safe and sound~"

Happy to be reunited with her student's gorgeous, creamy soles, Terroni continued playing with her feet until late in the night. It was Friday after all, noone would care if she slept in tomorrow... also, she was simply having too much fun to stop. After a while, she turned off the brushes to hear Michiko's sweet laughter again - the gag however remained securely in place.

"Aaww, that gag fits you so well Michiko~" she gushed over the girl's helpless state.

"You look like a little puppy with an oversized chew toy! Sooo adorable~!"

"HNAAAARMPHGAHMHMAHMHAAHH!!!" howled the bluenette behind the rubber sealing her mouth.

"FHHDOOHOHOHOHOHOHBMMH!!!"

"Stop? Oh, you're so cute..."

Her nails, leisurely raking along her soft, pale arches picked up the pace. With rapid yet precise motions, they skittered over her beautiful soles that had worked up a little sweat, easily gliding over the slick surfaces.

"Tell me something, my little dumpling~"

She looked up at the girl who was trembling and spasming in her tight bondage with every little stroke to her delicate feet, her eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement.

"Do you really think that these pretty little feet deserve any mercy... after that little stunt you just pulled?"

Even in her hysterical state, through all the suffering inflicted by the painless torture that screwed up her pretty face, the woman could see Michiko's fear. Her ruby colored eyes grew even wider and the laughter took on a pitiful note as she attempted to plead through her gag.

"HMNUUHUHUHHHHUHUU!!! MMHPHORRYHH, MPHOHOHOOHORRYYH!!"

"You wanted to screw me right...?"

Her fingers dug even harder into the silky smooth, sweaty arches, nails scratching up and down the length of her taut soles with vigor. The blend of ticklish ecstasy and absolute panic on the girl's face was priceless.

"You promised you'd be a a good girl..." Terroni continued, occasionally flicking her tongue against the students's sensitive toes while she tickled her soles raw.

"...and yet the very next chance you get, you try to backstab me. Trying to run off so you can go back to being a spoiled, smug little pain in the ass... that just won't do, Michiko-chan~"

The bluenette's laughter didn't immediately stop as she finally withdrew from her throbbing, tingling feet, leaving her soles with an adorable blush and her toes wet with saliva. Haunted by the residual tickles cursing through the hyper sensitive bottoms of her feet, Michiko kept twitching and giggling madly while the principal went over to her desk and came back with a small flask and a pair of rubber gloves.

"You wanted me to stop, right? Fine, then I'll do just that~"

Michiko had to blink the tears from her eyes before she could see properly. Thus the reaction to this newly introduced terror was delayed, but all the more desperate.

"HNNUUUUUUUH!!! HMUHHMMGHHUHD FHDOOOHUNM!!!"

"I see you remember this" the principal smiled, having finished putting on the one way gloves and now unscrewing the small bottle. With the utmost care, she poured some of the colorless viscous substance into her palm. Gleefully taking in her captive's muffled begging and frantic escape attempts, so violent that the leather belts over her arms and thighs were creaking, she rubbed her hands together as if preparing for a feast.

"Aaw, you're so nervous my little bunny~" she taunted. Eye in eye with her former student, who stared at her with helpless anticipation, she placed a single finger on the naked sole of her left foot.

"Sooo desperate... could it be that you don't like the tickly itchy lotion on your soles~? Are those posh, pampered little feet scared of the evil itchies~?"

A second finger joined, positioned menacingly in the center of her right sole.

"HYHHEMMMPH!! OHNNMHHGHHUHDNNUHH!!!"

"Well that's too bad... Should have thought about that before trying to rat me out, you silly girl~ You're not in daddy's mansion anymore, Michiko-chan... here, actions have consequences. Now keep nice and still, will you? Oh pardon me, of course you will~~"

Giggling at her own joke, the raven-haired Italian squatted down so she was on eye level with her student's naked, vulnerable soles. With firm, deliberate motions she started to work the hazardous substance deep into the soft skin. Coating her pale, immaculate feet in gel, rubbing it into her gently curved arches and between her dainty toes. Lubing up the heels, the balls and even the sides of her feet, until not an inch was left free of the sticky liquid.

Despite Michiko's obvious panic, the poor girl was still so ticklish that she couldn't help but giggle while the principle's gloved hands worked over her deathly sensitive feet. Her stifled protests and pleas were interrupted by small bouts of giggles during the unwanted massage, and adorable snorting when the woman's fingers slipped between her toes.

Those mellow reactions didn't last for long however. Terroni hadn't even finished applying another helping of the gel to the shapely pair of soles when the bluenette's giggles turned into mewling and strained breathing. Groaning and fidgeting in her tight restraints, Michiko shot her a pleading glance before the awful sensations forced her watering eyes shut. Her lovely face twisted into a grimace as the substance began to work its magic on her delightfully sensitive feet.

"They look so pretty like this~" the woman swooned, captivated by the sight of those pale, elegant arches, glistening with lotion, slightly twitching from the terrible itch that began to devour every inch of their buttery smooth skin.

"So cute and defenseless... just makes you want to kiss them~" she said teasingly.

"Of course, that would be a really bad idea... my mouth would itch like absolute hell for at least 24 hours! Speaking of... how are you doing over there, my little tickle bug? How are those soft sensitive feet holding up hmm~?"

Even during those few seconds, Michiko's reactions had gotten increasingly more frantic. She noticably tensed up, taking short, quick breaths through her nose while her whimpering gradually gave way to small cries and yelps. Her eyes were shooting back and forth between the principal and the tops of her own tortured feet, before they closed in an expression of pure distress and helplessness.

It was adorable. And even better, Terroni thought while taking the remote from her pocket - it was about to get so, so much worse.

"Isn't it just terrible, Michiko-chan~" she gloated while the muffled cries became more and more desperate.

"All those tickly little tingles on your poor feet... and nothing you can do about it. I bet you want to scratch it so bad, right?"

"Hhhrrnmph!! Khh... nnnngghhhhmmm!! Mnuhuuh!"

"It feels like a million little ants crawling over those soft sensitive feet, right? Like they are being eaten alive... God, it must be soo itchy right now..."

"HHRRRHNMMPH!!! DHHHKMMMUUFFH PLNNNEHHHEMPH!!"

With a satisfied smirk, Terroni noted that her teasing was eliciting even more powerful reactions. The gel had been on for barely a minute, yet it already seemed to be unbearable. And it would only continue to grow worse and worse over the next hours. Michiko was going crazy in her little prison, tugging at her restraints in helpless frustration while her wide eyes were filled with agony.

"Alright... let's hear you beg~"

With the push of a button, the hands emerged and removed the thick bit gag from between the girl's teeth. The second her mouth could move again, the sweet sounds of her moaning and squealing filled the office.

"AAAH!! S-seinseheiii... p-please take it UUUH!! Take it ohohoff! Oh m-my Gohod! PLEASE!!!"

"Nope~" the Italian chirped. "Not gonna happen... no mercy this time, princess~ I think you need a lesson on proper manners..."

"I'M SOHORRYYY!!" Michiko yelped, pure anguish in her voice. "PLEEHEEEASE!! PLEASE SCRATCH IT! UUAAH!!! SCRATCH MY FEET, OHMYGOD MY TOES!!! PLEEEASE!"

"As you wish..."

Time to make her little pet really suffer. With a big smile on her face, Terroni held up the two hairbrushes.

"Since you're begging so nicely, let's scratch those cute itchy feet~"

"EEYAAAHA!! NO, WAIT!"

The girl's crimson eyes widened in shock.

"NOT LIKE THAT! PLEASE NOHOO!"

"Ooh yes... Time to give your taut little soles a good scrubbing~" the principal ignored her student's begging. The stiff bristles, topped with tiny knobs, wouldn't scrub the gel off her feet. At most, they would spread it around while inflicting their merciless torture on Michiko's stretched, vulnerable arches. Dangling them right in front of the beautiful naked twins, she held the brushes by their heads, allowing two mechanical hands to emerge from the wall and grab their handles.

"NO, OH GOD STOP PLEASE!! AAAHH!!! SENSEI, SENSEI STOP IT, I CAN'T TAKE THE BRUHUHUSHEAAAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! HEEEYAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"

The hairbrushes attacked her soft, bare soles with fervor, their bristles digging deep into the smooth skin. Gliding over her slick arches, coated with itching gel, they delivered scrub after scrub with pure destructive intent. As Michiko slipped in and out of silent laughter, there was a brief silence during which nothing but the noise of hard bristles scratching over her helpless, ticklish feet could be heard. The Italian bit her lip in bliss as she saw the bluenette's eyes roll back into her head.

"KAWAAHAHAHAHAH!!! NYAHAHAHAHA HEHEEEHAHAHAH HELP MEHEHEHEEE!!! NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO!!!"

"Don't worry, Michiko-chan... I won't neglect the rest of those adorable ticklish feet~ I'm sure you want them scratched all over, right?"

Her fingers found the remote again, and even more of the fiendish arms sprouted to the left and right of Michiko's trapped feet. Two little hands began scribbling over her shapely heels, their tiny fingers dancing over the impossibly soft skin in erratic patterns. Others were attacking the sides of her feet, tracing their elegant curves with light strokes. An even worse fate befell her poor immobilized toes, as every single digit had its own little hand scratching the soft pad.

"There, all done. You must be feeling much better now, right~?"

Michiko's laughter had taken on a uniquely pitiful note. Her mindless guffawing and cackling was filling the principal's office with its beautiful chime, bubbling up from deep inside her like a fountain. It was uncontrolled and desperate, yet there was no real force behind it - just the sweet, high pitched laughter of a girl who had lost any semblance of control.

"HEEEHEAAHAHAHAHA!! MAKE IT STOHOHOHOHOOP!!! HAYAHAHAHAH!! PLEHEASE!!! PLEHEHEASE IYAHAHAHAHAH I CAHAHAHAHAN'T TAKE ANYMOHOHOHOOORE!!"

"Aaaww~ my poor, ticklish little pumpkin... I know~"

The luxurious pair of pale, elegant feet was quivering and twitching in the tight restraints. Their perfectly taut amd vulnerable soles were visibly trembling under the relentless scrubbing of the hairbrushes, despite having nowhere to go. Smooth, free of any wrinkles and stretched to the maximum, her delicate soles fell victim to one merciless stroke after the other. Her pretty toes were equally desperate, straining against their bondage with all their might while tiny fingers scrabbled over their tops and sides.

"I know it must be absolute torture... these posh little feet are so dreadfully ticklish... Normally, you wouldn't be able to stand this for one second, right?"

The woman extended a lonely finger, lazily dragging it under the girl's shapely toes and over her smooth ball.

"But now there's nothing you can do... you can't even move a single finger or toe! You can only take it, Michiko-chan~"

The young hereiss of the Arikawa empire looked like she barely even knew where she was anymore. Not a hint of her usual poised, charming smile was left, Michiko's flushed face had become a tortured mask of ticklish hilarity. The total loss of control over her expression was adorable. Spit escaped her mouth, perpetually forced open in panicked laughter, and trickled onto her school uniform. Her cheeks were almost as red as her little tie. Her eyes were sparkling like jewels, or at least they looked that way to Terroni as they stared at her through a haze of tears, wide open and pleading.

"GUUHUHUHUAHAHAHAAH!!! PLEEHEEHEHEEASE!! AHAHAHAHAHAEE AEE CAHAN'T BREHEHEEATHE!! HEEYEAHAHAHAHAHA!!! JUHUST A BREAK, I'M BEGGING YOUHUHUHUUHAAHA!!!"

"Sorry, no breaks this time... no stopping~"

Her finger leisurely trailed along the girl's delicate toes, exploring under and between them. Careful not to get in the way of the hands crawling and scrabbling over her heels and insteps, and the brushes aggressively scrubbing her blushing arches, it went on a journey over her soft, creamy sole. She doubted that the girl was even able to discern it from the other participants in this combined assault, but that didn't matter. She just wanted to feel her soft, out of this world sensitive feet one more time.

"YOU HAVE TOHOO AHAHAGAHAYAHAH!!! YOU HAHAHAVE TO STOOHOHOHOHOP!! KEEHEEHEEAHAAHAAA MY FEEHEHEEHEEET, OHOAHAHAHA PLEHEHEEASE..."

"Actually, Michiko-chan..." Terroni said softly, withdrawing her finger and starting to strip off her gloves. "I've been thinking, you've really earned yourself a special treatment today..."

Lost in her hysterical laughter, this girl who was completely at her mercy gave her a pitiful look. God, she made it simply impossible to stop bullying her.

"I'm going to seal you up in your little box again... pack my stuff, and go home..."

Terroni felt her face heating up. She was enjoying this more than anything else.

"And this time, I'll leave the machine running~"

"NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!! DOHOHOHOHOON'T!!!"

Michiko's reaction was priceless. There was no pretense of dignity left, no shred of her former composed, elegant self. The former student council president was unrecognizable - a tearful, sobbing, begging mess.

"I'M BEHEGGING YOUHUHUHUHUUUH!! GUYAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! PLEHEHEHEEHHEEEASE, I'M SOHOHORRYYY AHAAHAHAHAAHA BUT PLEHEHEHEHEEHEHEASE..."

"Goodbye, Michiko-chan~" the woman sang, fetching the remote and pressing a button. Slowly, the panels started to glide back into place. Her gaze heavy with cruelty and pure glee, she looked into her former student's crimson eyes that were full of despair.

"Laugh and scream all you want, there will be noone around to hear you~ Noone to stop the gel from eating up your tasty little feet, or the brushes from scrubbing your soles pink~"

"NOOOOHOHOAAHAHA!!! WAHAHHAAHAIT SEHEHENSEHEEIII PLEHEHEHEHEHEEASE!!! NEEHEYAAHAHAHAHAA!!! PLEHEHEHEEASE DON'T LEHEHEAVE MEEEE!!! I'LL DOHOAAHAHAHANYTHIHING AHAHAHA, PLEHE-"

Terroni switched off the audio. She wanted to take in this precious moment undisturbed - Michiko's beautiful, ticklish feet, completely helpless as they were devoured by the itching gel and ravaged by a multitude of tiny hands and brushes. So delicate and soft, feet that could barely stand being touched and were now subjected to the most brutal form of tickle torture imaginable. Her petite body, still in her preppy uniform, albeit wet from her sweat and tears. Her lovely face, cheeks flushed and mouth wide open in delirious laughter, still uttering pleas that noone could hear.

"I won't be back before Monday... enjoy having your cute little feet tickled all weekend, Michiko-chan~"

As the parts of the wall were slowly moving back into place, concealing this spectacular display of ticklish suffering little by little, Terroni felt nothing but indescribable satisfaction. Just before the wooden panels closed, she leaned closer. Looking right into the girl's desperate, pleading eyes, she whispered:


"Ciao, principessa... try not to go insane, okay~?"



With a gratifying noise, the polished wood clicked shut. The monotonous scraping of bristles raking over ticklish skin was gone, as was any trace of Michiko Arikawa. A wall like any other, in a perfectly normal office.



Terroni hid the remote in a drawer of her desk and packed her things together. Throwing on her coat, she switched off the lights one by one before locking the heavy door behind her. As the woman walked down the empty hallways of the sleeping school, she found herself humming a happy little tune.


She loved her job so much.

 

[darksword125]

Nice story.
In case you want to write a sequel how about a revenge story.

Something like Fukuda sneaks into the office at night, finds Michiko in the hidden room and contacts her father. Once he sees her they plan their revenge. Officially Terroni is on the run as the kidnapper but she was actually kidnapped by Michiko’s father. Locked away in their mansion Terroni gets tickled all over by Michiko.

 

[housecat4554]

Fantastic story! I would love to see more of how Michiko gets dominated.

 

[Saint_Chawman]

Fantastic story! I would love to see more of how Michiko gets dominated.

Thank you for reading! Who knows, maybe there will be more at some point

 

[Saint_Chawman]

Nice story.
In case you want to write a sequel how about a revenge story.

Something like Fukuda sneaks into the office at night, finds Michiko in the hidden room and contacts her father. Once he sees her they plan their revenge. Officially Terroni is on the run as the kidnapper but she was actually kidnapped by Michiko’s father. Locked away in their mansion Terroni gets tickled all over by Michiko.

Thanks! But sorry, there will be no turning the tables on our sadistic principal. No rescue for our poor ticklish socialite. Michiko will stay locked up in her little box forever, to be tickled on her plush feet every single day.

 

[Wesker28]

Wow! That was a good read.

 

[DrTklgzm]

Very very nice story. Your details are exquisite! Thank you.

 

[Saint_Chawman]

Wow! That was a good read.

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it

 

[IrishTickling]

Very nice story! Truly torturous!!! Hot to me!

 

[THEDARKTECHIE]

OMG we need more of this Story

 

[blargblarg]

There must be other students there..

 

[Saint_Chawman]

Very very nice story. Your details are exquisite! Thank you.

Thanks for your comment! I try to be as descriptive as possible

 

[Saint_Chawman]

Very nice story! Truly torturous!!! Hot to me!

Torturous is what I'm going for! Thank you for reading

 

[ticklish_brat]

beautifully intense 🙂

 

[Saint_Chawman]

OMG we need more of this Story

I'm glad that you like it! Michiko's story ends here, but there shall be many more ticklish girls to suffer a similar fate or worse.

 

[Saint_Chawman]

beautifully intense 🙂

I hope so. Anything less then mind melting tickle torture is unacceptable

 

[German feet (M)]

what a great story !!!

 

[Saint_Chawman]

what a great story !!!

Danke!