Story: Darien's Descent
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Part 7
Ami was all set now. All her planning and hours spent working until the
wee hours of the morning had paid off. Something about knowing inside
that she and the others had been brainwashed, that she herself had played
a major part in that brainwashing, had allowed her to probe a deeply
hidden part of her own memory. Under hypnosis, she had recounted how
she had helped ensnare the other girls using a special hypnotic drug she'd
invented, as well as several subliminal computer programs, to Michelle
and Amara. Now, looking back over her notes, she'd been able to
awaken that knowledge inside her by studying a few chemistry books and
looking over her computer programming algorithyms.
Mind control is just like riding a bicycle, she mused to herself. You
never really forget how.
She had the tools. Now, all she needed was the chance to use them.
Walking out of the library study room, she gasped. Lita and Raye were
walking towards her. Ami ducked down behind a bookshelf, heart
thumping wildly, and glanced around the corner. She could just barely
make out their words as they slowly approached her position.
"...can't believe that's everyone except Ami," Lita was saying. "I had
thought Master Darien's plan would take much longer to implement
than this."
"Well, it helped that we're kinda in a rut, you know," Raye replied. "Or
at least we WERE in a rut. We always hung out at the same places, did
the same things every weekend. That's why we're here now. If there is
on place we'll catch up with Ami, its the library Personally, I was almost
glad when Master Darien and Serena tickled me into submission and
enslaved my mind. At least it was something NEW to do!"
Both girls giggled. Ami let out a sigh of relief. They hadn't seen her yet,
so her luck was still with her. Still, time was running out. They'd said she
was the only one left unaccounted for, meaning Trista, Amara, and
Michelle all must have fallen victim. It was all up to her now.
But first she had to get out of the library unnoticed.
Oh crap! C'mon Ami. Think. They're looking for you, and they're
heading this way. You need a distraction, something to keep them
occupied until you can find a way out of here.
She crawled swiftly back down the corridor, moving into a new row just
as Lita and Raye moved into the old one. Glancing around, she saw the
study area nearly deserted, except for two girls, deeply involved in their
reading. Ami nearly paid them no mind, until something caught her eye.
One girl, leaning back in her chair, relaxing, had slipped her feet into a
nearby empty chair. A normal enough activity, and one she herself had
done upon ocassion. But the girl was wearing small black flats, without
socks, and in her reclining and relaxing, her heels had slipped out of her
shoes, leaving them dangling on the girl's long slender toes.
For a moment Ami was spellbound. Her entire world narrowd to the sight
of the girl's nearly bare feet, her shoes dangling back and forth, oh so
precariously, on her toes. Ami's mouth watered with the desire to go over
and tickle the girl's helpless feet, to lick and nibble on her toes, to send
her into a stream of hysterical writhing laughter, as she ran her fingernails
up and down the girl's soft soles, bending her will, shattering her mind---
With an effort, she managed to turn away. Whoa! What the heck was
THAT? Is that a side effect of what Darien has done to all of us? That we
all feel such an... uncontrollibe desire to tickle one another anytime we see
someone's exposed bare skin? They had all gotten into numerous
tickle fights over the summer, during sleepovers and such... all perfectly
natural and harmless at the time. Now, Ami wasn't so sure.
Still, thinking quickly, she decided to use this little quirk to her advantage.
Crawling forward, careful not to attract the attention of either girl, she
moved to the table. It was heavy and wooden, with partitions put up, to
provide privacy, like a small cubicle. Ami smiled. Moving slowly, she
slipped off the flat of the other girl, busily reading with her legs crossed.
The girl didn't even notice, just continued reading, wiggling and flexing her
sock covered toes. Ami's mouth began to water again, but her willpower
kept her in check.
Sliding a single long tapered fingernail along the girl's sock covered sole,
she pulled down, out of sight. The girl reading let out a gasp, and a soft
giggle, and glanced down at her foot. Ami, grinning, grabbed her heel,
holding on tightly, and tickled her again, briefly, making her squeal.
The barefoot girl, slightly annoyed, looked up from her book, and went.
"SHHHH!!" loudly. The first girl, embarrassed, and slightly annoyed
herself, reached down to slide her foot back in its protective shoe. In the
meantime, Ami had moved over to the second girl's feet and with glee,
danced her fingernails up and down the girl's bare wrinkled sole. The
barefoot girl sputtered, caught totally off guard, and let out a loud deep
laughs before covering her mouth with her hands. The tickling stopped
instantly, of course, and Ami, satisfied, crawled away, still unseen by
either girl. As predicted, the first girl responded with a "SHHHH!" of her
own, to the barefoot girl's extreme annoyance.
Oh, so she wants to play games does she? the barefoot girl thought
angrily. Well, I'm not about to let her get away with that! Pushing her
chair back, she slid under the table and grabbed the girl's shoe covered
foot and pulled it roughly away. The first girl objected, and began trying
to kick free of her grasp, but the barefoot girl still managed to peel away
her little ankle sock from the captured foot. Eager for revenge, she started
tickling away at the long slender pale foot before her, stroking from toes
to heel, back and forth, making the girl struggle desperately, trying to hold
back the laughter.
The tickled girl slippde from her chair, landing on the floor on top of the
other girl, stunning her for a moment. Seeing the other girl's OWN bare
feet within reach, she decided a little payback was in order, and began a
tickle assault on HER small, soft, wrinkled pink soles. Sputtering, biting
her lip to keep from bursting into hysterics, the barefoot girl resumed her
tickle-torture of the first girl's foot.
Ami watched entranced, wanting nothing more than to join in, to tickle
both girls senseless, or even better (though the part of her still in control
denied it vehemently) to have them both tickle HER senseless! Only her
sense of self-preservation made her tear her eyes away, and she ducked
down out of sight just as the commotion attracted the attention she had
hoped to capture.
Raye and Lita walked into view, frowning. They'd hoped to catch Ami,
but it seemed they had stumbled onto something else entirely. With shock,
they watched as two young girls, still dressed in their school uniforms,
writhed and wiggled on the library floor, one girl wearing one sock and
shoe, the other completely barefoot, both engaged in a tickle fight to the
death! As Ami had hoped, neither girl was able to resist the lure, and
crept forward, diving in to show these girls just how it was done!
"Huh? What the hell? Who... who are you guys?" the barefoot girl cried
as Lita pulled her legs from around her torturer, and into her own lap.
Lita's only reply was a well practiced assault on the girl's vulnerable bare
feet, instinctively seeking out her weakest point, her deep high arches.
The girl was helpless to resist, and began screeching in loud, hysterical
laughter, beating her fists against the carpet.
Raye, likewise, had ensnared the other girl's feet and had removed her
remaining sock and shoe, zeroing in on her weakest spots as well, the
spaces between her long, thin toes. Like her friend, she also had no
chance in resisting Raye's well rehearsed talent, and fell victim to the
laughter bubbling up inside her.
"Waahhahahahhhahahahahahhahhahahahaaa... pleeease... please! STOP!
Nooo nooo mooorree!! AAhhhhahahahahahahahahahaha... can't take it!
staaahahahahahahappp... staaaaapppp!! hahahahahahahahaha..." both
girls cried out together, helpless to resist. The library was nearly deserted
today, and no one was close enough to hear they're pitiful cries except
Ami, who had set up this little scene to allow herself to escape. She did
pity the two innocent girls she had entrapped, but in order to save her
friends, they would have to suffer.
It's only temporary, anyway, she reasoned with her conscience.
Raye and Lita will get tired of them eventually. Besides, they were sent
here to look for me. As soon as they remember their mission, I'm sure
they'll let them go.
With that in mind, she slipped unnoticed down the aisle, downstairs to the
entrance, and out the door.
* * *
An hour later, both Lita and Raye's victims were a wreck: tickled out of
their minds, hair disheveled, bodies covered in sweat, completely out of
breath. The smiles still etched on their faces, however, came not from the
forced hilarity that they'd endured, but from the multiple orgasms they'd
endured as a result of Lita and Raye's skillful manipulations. They had
finally passed out cold when they felt those hot wet mouths sucking and
nibbling on their toes, while slender fingers slipped inside their sopping
wet panties, sending them pleasure they'd never felt before. Each girl now
dozed contentedly on the floor, listening to the hypnotic messages being
relayed to them through the earphones placed on their heads.
"Well, this was meant for Ami," Raye said after she had caught her breath
"but I don't think Master Darien will be too upset when we bring him two
new tickle-slaves, ready and willing to please him." She sighed happily,
rubbing her own crotch at the thought of having pleased her Master. "It
was really a stroke of luck, finding to tickle-crazed girls in here like this
while we searched for Ami, huh?"
Lita frowned, bending down at the ground. "No, I don't think so." she
replied, standing up straight again, holding a small blue device in her
hands. "It's Ami's Sailor Scout computer," she said grimply. "She was
here. I think she set up this little scene as a diversion, so she could sneak
past us!"
Raye cursed silently. "She always was the little smarty pants," she said
after a moment. "Still, even a genuis can make a mistake now and then. I
bet she hasn't even noticed that she dropped her micro-computer yet. I
think we should hold on to it for a while. If she remembers where she lost
it, she'll definitely come back for it." Raye smiled wickedly, glancing down
at the two mesmerized girls at her feet. "And this time we'll be ready for
her."
* * *
At home, Ami finished her work. She had created a formula to render
anyone that breathed its vapor immobile, unable to move, for exactly
twenty minutes. She added it to the vials she had synthesized to drug her
subject into a deeply relaxed, very suggestible state, leaving her open to
Ami's commands. She had also written a short subliminal program on a
CD disc, hidden in a popular movie, to lull the rest of the girls into a similiar
state, in case she was unable to spike their drinks. Packing all her supplies
into her bookbag, she sighed softly to herself.
I only hope its enough.
((End of part 7))
Next... Part 8... the conclusion...
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Part 7
Ami was all set now. All her planning and hours spent working until the
wee hours of the morning had paid off. Something about knowing inside
that she and the others had been brainwashed, that she herself had played
a major part in that brainwashing, had allowed her to probe a deeply
hidden part of her own memory. Under hypnosis, she had recounted how
she had helped ensnare the other girls using a special hypnotic drug she'd
invented, as well as several subliminal computer programs, to Michelle
and Amara. Now, looking back over her notes, she'd been able to
awaken that knowledge inside her by studying a few chemistry books and
looking over her computer programming algorithyms.
Mind control is just like riding a bicycle, she mused to herself. You
never really forget how.
She had the tools. Now, all she needed was the chance to use them.
Walking out of the library study room, she gasped. Lita and Raye were
walking towards her. Ami ducked down behind a bookshelf, heart
thumping wildly, and glanced around the corner. She could just barely
make out their words as they slowly approached her position.
"...can't believe that's everyone except Ami," Lita was saying. "I had
thought Master Darien's plan would take much longer to implement
than this."
"Well, it helped that we're kinda in a rut, you know," Raye replied. "Or
at least we WERE in a rut. We always hung out at the same places, did
the same things every weekend. That's why we're here now. If there is
on place we'll catch up with Ami, its the library Personally, I was almost
glad when Master Darien and Serena tickled me into submission and
enslaved my mind. At least it was something NEW to do!"
Both girls giggled. Ami let out a sigh of relief. They hadn't seen her yet,
so her luck was still with her. Still, time was running out. They'd said she
was the only one left unaccounted for, meaning Trista, Amara, and
Michelle all must have fallen victim. It was all up to her now.
But first she had to get out of the library unnoticed.
Oh crap! C'mon Ami. Think. They're looking for you, and they're
heading this way. You need a distraction, something to keep them
occupied until you can find a way out of here.
She crawled swiftly back down the corridor, moving into a new row just
as Lita and Raye moved into the old one. Glancing around, she saw the
study area nearly deserted, except for two girls, deeply involved in their
reading. Ami nearly paid them no mind, until something caught her eye.
One girl, leaning back in her chair, relaxing, had slipped her feet into a
nearby empty chair. A normal enough activity, and one she herself had
done upon ocassion. But the girl was wearing small black flats, without
socks, and in her reclining and relaxing, her heels had slipped out of her
shoes, leaving them dangling on the girl's long slender toes.
For a moment Ami was spellbound. Her entire world narrowd to the sight
of the girl's nearly bare feet, her shoes dangling back and forth, oh so
precariously, on her toes. Ami's mouth watered with the desire to go over
and tickle the girl's helpless feet, to lick and nibble on her toes, to send
her into a stream of hysterical writhing laughter, as she ran her fingernails
up and down the girl's soft soles, bending her will, shattering her mind---
With an effort, she managed to turn away. Whoa! What the heck was
THAT? Is that a side effect of what Darien has done to all of us? That we
all feel such an... uncontrollibe desire to tickle one another anytime we see
someone's exposed bare skin? They had all gotten into numerous
tickle fights over the summer, during sleepovers and such... all perfectly
natural and harmless at the time. Now, Ami wasn't so sure.
Still, thinking quickly, she decided to use this little quirk to her advantage.
Crawling forward, careful not to attract the attention of either girl, she
moved to the table. It was heavy and wooden, with partitions put up, to
provide privacy, like a small cubicle. Ami smiled. Moving slowly, she
slipped off the flat of the other girl, busily reading with her legs crossed.
The girl didn't even notice, just continued reading, wiggling and flexing her
sock covered toes. Ami's mouth began to water again, but her willpower
kept her in check.
Sliding a single long tapered fingernail along the girl's sock covered sole,
she pulled down, out of sight. The girl reading let out a gasp, and a soft
giggle, and glanced down at her foot. Ami, grinning, grabbed her heel,
holding on tightly, and tickled her again, briefly, making her squeal.
The barefoot girl, slightly annoyed, looked up from her book, and went.
"SHHHH!!" loudly. The first girl, embarrassed, and slightly annoyed
herself, reached down to slide her foot back in its protective shoe. In the
meantime, Ami had moved over to the second girl's feet and with glee,
danced her fingernails up and down the girl's bare wrinkled sole. The
barefoot girl sputtered, caught totally off guard, and let out a loud deep
laughs before covering her mouth with her hands. The tickling stopped
instantly, of course, and Ami, satisfied, crawled away, still unseen by
either girl. As predicted, the first girl responded with a "SHHHH!" of her
own, to the barefoot girl's extreme annoyance.
Oh, so she wants to play games does she? the barefoot girl thought
angrily. Well, I'm not about to let her get away with that! Pushing her
chair back, she slid under the table and grabbed the girl's shoe covered
foot and pulled it roughly away. The first girl objected, and began trying
to kick free of her grasp, but the barefoot girl still managed to peel away
her little ankle sock from the captured foot. Eager for revenge, she started
tickling away at the long slender pale foot before her, stroking from toes
to heel, back and forth, making the girl struggle desperately, trying to hold
back the laughter.
The tickled girl slippde from her chair, landing on the floor on top of the
other girl, stunning her for a moment. Seeing the other girl's OWN bare
feet within reach, she decided a little payback was in order, and began a
tickle assault on HER small, soft, wrinkled pink soles. Sputtering, biting
her lip to keep from bursting into hysterics, the barefoot girl resumed her
tickle-torture of the first girl's foot.
Ami watched entranced, wanting nothing more than to join in, to tickle
both girls senseless, or even better (though the part of her still in control
denied it vehemently) to have them both tickle HER senseless! Only her
sense of self-preservation made her tear her eyes away, and she ducked
down out of sight just as the commotion attracted the attention she had
hoped to capture.
Raye and Lita walked into view, frowning. They'd hoped to catch Ami,
but it seemed they had stumbled onto something else entirely. With shock,
they watched as two young girls, still dressed in their school uniforms,
writhed and wiggled on the library floor, one girl wearing one sock and
shoe, the other completely barefoot, both engaged in a tickle fight to the
death! As Ami had hoped, neither girl was able to resist the lure, and
crept forward, diving in to show these girls just how it was done!
"Huh? What the hell? Who... who are you guys?" the barefoot girl cried
as Lita pulled her legs from around her torturer, and into her own lap.
Lita's only reply was a well practiced assault on the girl's vulnerable bare
feet, instinctively seeking out her weakest point, her deep high arches.
The girl was helpless to resist, and began screeching in loud, hysterical
laughter, beating her fists against the carpet.
Raye, likewise, had ensnared the other girl's feet and had removed her
remaining sock and shoe, zeroing in on her weakest spots as well, the
spaces between her long, thin toes. Like her friend, she also had no
chance in resisting Raye's well rehearsed talent, and fell victim to the
laughter bubbling up inside her.
"Waahhahahahhhahahahahahhahhahahahaaa... pleeease... please! STOP!
Nooo nooo mooorree!! AAhhhhahahahahahahahahahaha... can't take it!
staaahahahahahahappp... staaaaapppp!! hahahahahahahahaha..." both
girls cried out together, helpless to resist. The library was nearly deserted
today, and no one was close enough to hear they're pitiful cries except
Ami, who had set up this little scene to allow herself to escape. She did
pity the two innocent girls she had entrapped, but in order to save her
friends, they would have to suffer.
It's only temporary, anyway, she reasoned with her conscience.
Raye and Lita will get tired of them eventually. Besides, they were sent
here to look for me. As soon as they remember their mission, I'm sure
they'll let them go.
With that in mind, she slipped unnoticed down the aisle, downstairs to the
entrance, and out the door.
* * *
An hour later, both Lita and Raye's victims were a wreck: tickled out of
their minds, hair disheveled, bodies covered in sweat, completely out of
breath. The smiles still etched on their faces, however, came not from the
forced hilarity that they'd endured, but from the multiple orgasms they'd
endured as a result of Lita and Raye's skillful manipulations. They had
finally passed out cold when they felt those hot wet mouths sucking and
nibbling on their toes, while slender fingers slipped inside their sopping
wet panties, sending them pleasure they'd never felt before. Each girl now
dozed contentedly on the floor, listening to the hypnotic messages being
relayed to them through the earphones placed on their heads.
"Well, this was meant for Ami," Raye said after she had caught her breath
"but I don't think Master Darien will be too upset when we bring him two
new tickle-slaves, ready and willing to please him." She sighed happily,
rubbing her own crotch at the thought of having pleased her Master. "It
was really a stroke of luck, finding to tickle-crazed girls in here like this
while we searched for Ami, huh?"
Lita frowned, bending down at the ground. "No, I don't think so." she
replied, standing up straight again, holding a small blue device in her
hands. "It's Ami's Sailor Scout computer," she said grimply. "She was
here. I think she set up this little scene as a diversion, so she could sneak
past us!"
Raye cursed silently. "She always was the little smarty pants," she said
after a moment. "Still, even a genuis can make a mistake now and then. I
bet she hasn't even noticed that she dropped her micro-computer yet. I
think we should hold on to it for a while. If she remembers where she lost
it, she'll definitely come back for it." Raye smiled wickedly, glancing down
at the two mesmerized girls at her feet. "And this time we'll be ready for
her."
* * *
At home, Ami finished her work. She had created a formula to render
anyone that breathed its vapor immobile, unable to move, for exactly
twenty minutes. She added it to the vials she had synthesized to drug her
subject into a deeply relaxed, very suggestible state, leaving her open to
Ami's commands. She had also written a short subliminal program on a
CD disc, hidden in a popular movie, to lull the rest of the girls into a similiar
state, in case she was unable to spike their drinks. Packing all her supplies
into her bookbag, she sighed softly to herself.
I only hope its enough.
((End of part 7))
Next... Part 8... the conclusion...
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