Kira's Foot Tickle Horror

The girl looked at her, and then back at her shoes. "I will place it in your room." Was all she said. Kira nodded, appreciating her help. As soon as she rounded the corner so no one could see her, she removed the slippers from her feet and tossed it on the ground. She would not be wearing these ridiculous slippers while she explored the facility.

As she explored, she tried to ignore the sounds of the women screaming around her, but the sounds seemed to get louder and louder as she travelled, and Kira was mortified. She entered empty rooms that appeared to be doctor's offices, though all of their files were locked in drawers she had no access to. She saw reflexology charts that referred to the best ticklish spots on the body hanging throughout the office, and she shivered. This was so weird.

She finally reached where the sounds were loudest, a hallway that was completely empty except for a few monitors. She approached the monitors, looking left and right to see if anyone was around to catch her looking at something she wasn't supposed to. When she was sure there was no one present, she stared at them, her eyes widening once more. There were rows and rows of zoomed in feet, all of which were undergoing different forms of torture. They wiggled and twisted, but were strapped down so drastically there was no way for the feet to escape. Kira shivered. This was sadistic and cruel. She would have rathered been subjected to real forms of torture more than this. She was used to pain, and would be completely okay with it. Tickling though, that was a whole other story. She couldn't watch this torture anymore, she couldn't help but imagine it was her own feet being tickled, and she felt her bare foot twitch in response.

She walked away quickly, trying to see how she could get out of this place. At last, she reached the front of the institution where she was originally dragged in by the guards. It was completely quiet. Where were all the staff? This was really peculiar. She walked to the front entrance. Would it be as simple as just walking out of here? She grabbed the door handle and tried to push, nothing came out of it. It didn't even creak. She immediately went to pick up a chair from the many that were placed delicately in front of the counter, but they wouldn't budge either. It's like they were welded onto the floor. She frowned. If only it could be this easy.

She walked back to the counter and studied it. The computer was turned off, and a large metal plate indicated that the main receptionist's name was Leslie Kinkle. She stared at the pile of magazines on the counter and gasped out loud. They were all focused on one topic- how to discipline an individual properly through foot tickling. Advanced courses on proper technique and torture methods.

How could this entire facility only be focused on foot torture? None of it made any sense. Was it so successful that the government had decided to open an entire institution with the sole focus of getting information out of people who had ticklish feet? She didn't want to find out.

She walked around the counter and grabbed the receptionist's chair. Thankful, this one wasn't welded to the ground. She used all her strength to swing it against the front entrance. It made a loud echoing sound, but the glass didn't even shatter a little. No matter, Kira would try over and over again until it did.

"Hello, Kira Woods." A calm voice said behind her. It was a man wearing a lab coat with two security guards glaring at her angrily behind him. She glanced at him, and ignored him, slamming the chair against the front entrance again. He tsked at her. "That's not going to work. It's made of some of the toughest materials the government could find. Though it's funny, other women have tried the same technique." She glared at him.

"Let me the fuck out." Was all she said.

He studied her for a few seconds. "No." Was all he said in response.

"I'm going to report you. I'll destroy you." Though she really had no idea who she could possibly report this to, it seemed a lot of people were in on this sadistic act.

"It seems you were one of the quickest to discover all the clues we had hidden around the facility. I would like to applaud you on that." He said as he stared down at the clipboard, jotting down some more notes.

"What?" Kira gasped, dropping the chair on the ground. "You do this to all the people you lock in here?"

"Precisely. It's called psychological warfare. It seems to work very well, you see. The anticipation of it all. Based on our studies, the fear of tickling seems to make the target even more horrified by the outcome... and the feeling of hope, that seems to be the best weapon of all." He explained, seemingly very proud of himself. "Well, enough explanation. Get her. We have work to do." The two men approached her, striding quickly as they stared down their target. Kira gasped out and started to run in the opposite direction, but was immediately tackled by one of them. Her breath left her lungs at the heavyweight, and she closed her eyes in defeat. How could she possibly deal with these guys without a proper weapon or training?

"You'll be well acquainted with the Salon, Ms. Woods." The scientist said with an evil grin. She cried out as she kicked and punched through the facility, trying her best to get out of the men's grasps. She even tried to manipulate them, asking if they were okay with harming a girl like that, or how they thought two grown men against one girl was fair in any scenario. They ignored her, leading her on as she looked through the windows, setting other lefist girls behind observation windows getting their bare feet tickled with tools and machines or being licked by goats. She saw similar scenes being played out on monitor banks. Before she could think about what was happening, she saw other girls tied to stretchers in the hallways , panting and their faces tear streaked, their feet naked and flushed. Their soles were showing faint scratch marks and were pulsing from recent treatment. She thought she even recognized a few of the girls as she passed by, no one she was particularly close with, but some she saw in protests, trying to fight for the same rights as her. Did they deserve this kind of treatment?

She was about to demand proper treatment when they shoved her into the room and sat her on what appeared to be a reused dentist chair with attached foot stocks. They attached the stocks around her immediately along with bands around her wrists. She cried out, struggling in her seat like a bad person. The scientist tsked at her. "Look at you with your dirty feet. Didn't we just clean you in the shower? Where did your comfortable slippers go?" He chuckled. "We've had hundreds of patients here, and none have been as naughty as you with their feet." He winked. She cursed at him, now beyond angry and panicked. Who did he think he was to do something like this to women who just wanted to fight for what they believed in?

He walked off now, still ignoring her cursing and struggling. He closed the door behind him after saying farewell to her, chuckling as the door hissed shut behind him.

Part 3

Two women walked in, both smiling at her like there was absolutely nothing wrong with this situation. Kira grunted, trying to bore her expression deep inside them. There had to be someone in this entire facility that felt remotely bad for what they were doing to these women. She just had to find the right one. "Hello Miss." She nodded at her, staring at her like she wasn't trying to break out of her bonds - or that she was even bonded in the first place. "My name is Melissa, a nurse at this facility, and this is my assistant Jennifer, a pedicure specialist. She's here to assist in any way possible."

"I don't care what your names are." She cried. "Let me out of here."

"That's no way to speak of people here to take care of you." Melissa said as she walked around the table, studying her. "Terrorists with dirty feet need special treatments, and that's what we're here for, you see."

"SPECIAL TREATMENTS?!" Kira cried. "No. Thank you."

"We've done this for many years. Trust me, we'll make you very comfortable. The first step is drugs that our world-renowned doctors have cooked up, a drug that increases the ticklishness of bare soles tenfold." She brought a syringe up from the examination table, and flicked it a few times, staring down at Kira with continued calmness. Kira glared at her with all her might but with no result. She pushed the syringe into Kira's Heel, pressing in hard against the rough well worn skin. Kira could barely feel it, that was how conditioned her feet were from years of walking. Though this was just a small needle entering her foot... the rest... she didn't know if she could handle.

"You're messing with me right? There's no drug that can increase the feeling of being tickled." She commented.

"You'll just have to wait and see the effects." The woman replied. "Second, we have a drug that prevents habituation, this is so that our clients never get used to the tickling. No matter what, it will always feel the same, or worse than the last moment." She grinned.

"What the hell? Get me out of here!" She screamed. It was no use. Melissa took out another syringe from the table and inserted into her heels again, right next to where she injected the first drug. "What are you doing to me now? Please, please let me go." She begged.

Melissa shook her head. "You've made your beautiful feet all dirty again, how do you think that makes us feel after we washed it for you earlier? We will have to clean your feet in order to remove all of this filth. Thankfully, we have pedicurists here like Jennifer who will take care of your feet every day from morning to evening, four sessions of four hours each, until you are deemed to be released by a majority of the panel of arbitrators."

"What? Don't you want to get information out of me? What is your goal here? None of it makes any sense. What panel?" She screamed.

"No, no." Melissa said. "We don't need information out of you, Ms. Woods. The government has gathered enough that you cannot provide any additional data we don't already have. You are here to be punished for your terrorist crimes, and that is all." She bowed to her slightly and then sat on the chair next to her, nodding to Jennifer next to her to get started.

Jennifer pulled her cart of pedicure supplies to her side and began her work. Kira stared down at her, she didn't seem like a dangerous woman, but the supply cart full of nail trimming devices and lotions made her want to scream out. It was like a terrible game she couldn't get out of. She pulled out a bucket full of warm water, and put her feet inside of it, letting it soak. "This helps soften your skin and cuticles." She explained. It felt pleasant, and Kira was feeling more relaxed. If this was all they were going to do to her, it was more like a spa experience than anything else. Jennifer then pulled out some kosher salt, and scooped a cup into the water. Instead of letting it dissolve normally, she rubbed it against the bottom of Kira's feet deliberately.

It was horrifying. She screamed out and kicked against the water, though the bonds didn't let her move very far. It was deliberately holding her feet in place, making it so that she could only lay there and take this. Jennifer held her still as well, rubbing the salt grains against her heel, up her soles and then towards the bridge of her feet, making it so that every part of her feet felt the tiny salt grains rub against her. "Stop, stop please. For the love of god. Enough." She cried out.

"Wow, no one's been defeated so quickly before. You must have quite the sensitive feet." Melissa chuckled. She nodded for Jennifer to continue.

She rubbed Kira's feet dry, and then grabbed a foot file. A roughly textured stick that looked like a torture instrunment to Kira. She started by rubbing the bottom of her feet, getting every single calloused hard area she could find. She scraped over and over, ignoring Kira's continued pleas for her to stop. She kicked and clawed at the chair, creating large marks against it, but it was no use. She wouldn't stop no matter what. She scrapped the heels, up the soles, and towards her toes. It was driving her absolutely insane. "Look at how smooth your feet are now." Jennifer commented. "This is how a girl should really be."

Melissa nodded. "And it's perfect for releasing your sensitive new skin for us to play with more. We know why you walk barefoot all the time girl, you'll no longer have such rough untouchable skin. You'll be even more sensitive now." She was so excited she nearly squealed.

"Time to whip your toenails into shape." Kira had admittedly let her nails grow too long, but she was too focused on her battles to cut them properly. Jennifer lifted her feet and rested it against her fingers, though she couldn't help but touch her arch as she did, grazing her own long fingernails against it. Kira's arch was the most sensitive part of her feet, and she screamed out loud at that, unable to take it anymore. "What the fuck!?" She screamed.

"It seems the drugs are starting to take full effect." Melissa commented, fully pleased with her organization.

Kira felt tears run down her eyes. "Please, please. Enough. This is torture, this isn't okay. Please, stop."

All Melissa did was nod at Jennifer. "Continue."

Jennifer started to trim and cut her toenails, working on each one individually to make it absolutely perfect on Kira. She then picked up a nail file and shaped the corners and edges. This was the worst part. She had to hold Kira's feet still while she did it, and no matter how hard she tried to resist, she couldn't help but feel the ticklish sensation. She burst out laughing, tears running down her eyes as she did. It was horrible.

She then took out an orange stick and started to push back her cuticles, removing them from her toes bit by bit. Kira had never gotten a pedicure before (due to her immense fear of someone touching her feet), and had never had her cuticles properly trimmed. She then dropped a few drops of cuticle oil on her, explaining that it is important for the shine and health of her nails.

"Ah. Time for the best part." Melissa said, now very eager. Jennifer nodded and pickled up some foot cream, and began massaging Kira fully. It was so intense all she could do was scream out loud, her voice was cracking from the amount of screaming she was doing. Jennifer was a complete expert in the craft- she was hired from the government after all- she started off at her ankles, working the skin up and down while using her thumb to push into all of Kira's sore sports. She then worked on her heels, rubbing the bottom of them in circular motions as Kira tried to kick her face in protest. She moved her fingers against the bottom of her instep, then onto the arch of her feet, knowing it was Kira's least favourite spot. She pushed in hard, rubbing her over and over. Normally, pushing in hard would make the person desensitized to the tickling, but the drug had already started to work, and no matter how much she rubbed thes sensations would just get worse and worse for Kira. When Kira started to call her dirty words, she got angry, and started to tickle her with her long manicured nails. Kira cried out. "Please, please. Stop, I'll be good."

"Oh no, did I hit a sensitive spot? Maybe I should keep going with my nails and see what other ones I can find." Jennifer commented.

"No, please. Go back to what you were doing before. I promise I won't call you any more names." Jennifer stared at Melissa, waiting for her orders. Melissa shook her head.

"No, I don't think she's really sorry yet. Continue." Jennifer laughed slightly and continued, her nails trailing through all of Kira's feet now, moving from the top to bottom, and again from the top to bottom. Jennifer screamed over and over again, her chest heaving so much she felt like she was going to faint from this abuse. She had goosebumps through her body, so many that they would never go away. "This terrorist with dirty feet is going to get her soles cleaned like this for all of eternity and punishment for her childish, rude behaviour." She laughed. It was like Kira couldn't hear her anymore. The rubbing of the cream on her feet was honestly the worst torture she could ever imagine. Far worse than any type of torture she's read up on. She was shaking at this point as if she was being electrocuted, and her screams were failing to come out, all the two women could see was Kira writhing in the chair, her mouth wide open in despair.

When Jennifer was done with the cream, she wiped it off with a wet towel. "No, no. I don't think this cream is what I wanted. We'll have to try something else." She took out an unlabelled bottle of oils, and dropped it on Kira, one drop at a time. It was so much worse with every step. Jennifer kept switching between different creams, salves, and injections. Her sensitivity was increased by 2 folds, then 5, then 10. It was a never ending torture, and Kira didn't have the strength or ability to cry out any more. She writhed like a lost soul in hell, her face a mask of silent laughter and helpless horror. She couldn't believe it could possibly be this bad, but it was.

"I'm done with the pedicure, Melissa." Jennifer said calmly, and pushed all of her lotions and balms to the side.

"Good job. You may go now." Melissa replied. Jennifer nodded and left the room, not saying another word to the other woman.

"Now, how shall we punish you for doing what you've done to our government?" Melissa said, walking around the table in deep thought.

"That wasn't the punishment?!" Kira cried out, not able to believe it. "Please, just let me go. I'll even quit Antifa if that's what you want. I'll tell all my friends to leave. I don't want this anymore."

"How pathetic you are, giving up in less than a few hours. You've got years of this ahead of you, and you're just going to give up everything you believe in for just a little bit of tickling?" She tsked.

"A LITTLE BIT OF TICKLING? YOU PEOPLE FOUND MY ULTIMATE WEAKNESS AND THEN EXPLOITED IT." Kira screamed.

"Hush, girl. The more you berate me like this the worse it's going to be for you." Melissa grinned. "Now, I think you'll be the perfect tester for our new... creation." Before Kira could ask what kind of creation it was, Melissa moved to grab a machine, which had multiple attachments and a computer plugged into it.

"This machine is able to study what parts of your body is the most ticklish, specifically your feet, and judge how it can possibly make you suffer the most." She explained as she plugged a neural sensor onto her ankles. "I'd like to see if it really does the job well." She sat on the chair, waiting for the machine to begin.

It made a few low beeping sounds, testing for Kira's basic frequency, and then booted up. The first attachment was what seemed like human fingers, though with gloves on. It started to move against her, the tips of the fingers rubbing against her soles. As she cried out, her sensations now far beyond what was typically human due to Jennifer's creams and injections, the machine read her reactions and studied them, creating a chart perfect for her. It stopped abruptly, beeping a few times as it settled down.

Kira breathed in and out rapidly, getting any sense of relief she could get from these few seconds of peace. It began again, this time with what felt like someone breathing hotly against her soles. It began from the bottom, and then moved its way slowly up, a hot breath blasting onto her over and over. It was the gentlest of sensations, but one of the most torturous for her. She would've picked any sense of touch over this. "Please, please. Stop!" She cried out, but the machine couldn't hear her, and couldn't be stopped until all of its tests had been properly run.