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Naruto Tickling Story Part 1 f/f
i will give a little story here. just for ....
The midday sun shone high above the village of Konoha, it's rays warming the denizens with their mild touches, revealing the true beauty of the place itself and it's surrounding nature. And while that would be a cherished thing elsewhere, in a ninja village like this one it was welcomed with doubt to say the least. After all, ninjas cherish stealth above all, and it was kind of hard being stealthy on such bright sun... unless you wanted to blind your opponents.
However, she didn't care about the sun. Nor did she care about getting spotted. Actually, she was hoping someone from Akatsuki would notice her... and then, she would have him/her talk. She, Kurenai Yuhi, swore vengeance for her fallen lover, Sarutobi, and wasn't going to rest until she finds, and kills, the one responsible for it. Being that the man was a member of Akatsuki, she decided to investigate that organization. True, she didn't have any leads whatsoever on where to start searching, but the forest in front of Konoha seemed like a good place to start... those Akatsuki had to come out from somewhere, and the forest seemed like the best place to come in and out of the village. There could be some clues left there.
Luckily (or unluckily) for the young jounin, she did find something of Akatsuki... one of their members ambushed her, throwing darts at her. It was only through sheer luck that Kurenai managed to dodge these darts.
«What the...», red-eyed beauty exclaimed, inspecting the darts just thrown at her: they were made out of paper. Angry at this, she searched for the one who had cast those darts. She really didn't want to fight someone without knowing their exact location. Scanning the area, she had to evade the paper darts once more before she found her opponent, standing atop a branch of a tree large enough to support her weight. Kurenai studied her, trying to find out which village, or organization, she belonged to.
Oddly enough, the woman did not wear any forehead protector, nor did she have any markings on her. She had a short, straight blue hair, a paper rose in her hair, and a...
Yes! That was it! The woman wore a black cloak with red clouds, clearly marking her as one of Akatsuki. Yuhi remembered Kakashi telling her that all members of the organization wore cloaks like that one. Kakashi also told her that newest release of Icha Icha was out, but that wasn't important now. She was going to steal it later anyways, like she always did.
But, Icha Icha aside, Kurenai decided to deal with this member of Akatsuki now. She wanted information and vengeance for her deceased lover, and she was sure that this woman could give her just that. Only thing left to do now was to beat her... and Kurenai knew that it wasn't going to be easy, being that the members of Akatsuki were extremely strong. That was why, she figured, it would be best to end this as quickly as possible, before the enemy gets the grasp of her trump card.
«You are from Akatsuki, right?», she asked, even though she didn't have to. She knew the answer would be affirmative.
The woman didn't reply. She just stared at Kurenai, prepairing new darts. Oh no you don't, the young jounin thought as she started using her genjutsu, making Konan seem like she was trapped in a tree.
This was easy, she thought as she appeared from the tree, behind her trapped opponent, holding a knife. From what she saw and heard, Akatsuki were stronger than this.
«Tell me who murdered Sarutobi and where he is, and I might let you live», she said, holding the knife under her captive's throat.
The other ninja did not respond. She was silent, standing like a statue carved from stone, further angering her opponent.
«Answer me», Kurenai shouted as her blade approached the woman's throat. She was ready to kill her any time.
However, something awkward happened then, something that really surprised the raven-haired kunoichi: the Akatsuki ninja dispersed into many paper butterflies.
Kurenai watched in surprise.
«What the... hey!», she exclaimed as she felt her own forehead go over her eyes, clouding her vision, followed by a quick hit on both sides of her neck, which disabled her efficiently, slowly claiming her consciousness.
«Good night», was all Yuhi Kurenai heard as a strong hit to her chin sent her flying through the air, unconscious.
* * *
As she woke up, her head still ringing, Kurenai needed a moment to settle everything in her head. The investigation... then the Akatsuki... and then the fight, and her defeat, it all came back into her head, helping her remember and realize why she was blindfolded and tied so tightly. She noticed that she was tied in a spread-eagle position, on some hard table, or a floor... well, whatever it was, it sure was cold, as well as the air all around her. Also, one more change Kurenai noticed was that her shoes were taken off... wierd, every other piece of clothing was still on her, but her shoes were removed. What did this Akatsuki want to do with her? She was sure it was the woman she fought, for there was certainly nobody else who would take her and imprison her somewhere. But what did she plan to do to her? Drive nails through her soles? Crush her feet? Burn them? She wasn't sure of the method, but she knew that her feet were going to be tortured, unless she escapes. However, no matter how hard she pulled on her bonds, or how hard she tried to squeeze out of them, they proved to be too strong for her. They were solid, probably shackles, and were attached to her at wrists, right above the elbows, just under her knees and at the ankles, greeting the ninja's sensitive skin with their cold kiss. Kurenai knew that she had to think, and think fast, if she wanted to get out of this situation. She didn't even know if the ninja who captured was there, and if she was, was she alone or was someone else with them? And if there was someone, who was it? Akatsuki's torturer? Someone else? Well, she ought to try and call out to see if anyone would answer. Tapping in the dark like this would do her no good, she told herself.
«Hello?», she called out. «Is there anyone here? Who did this to me, damn it?!»
There was no reply, which meant that either there was nobody in the room or the one(s) there wouldn't respond.
Damn it, Kurenai cursed in her thoughts. She felt so helpless at the moment. Not only was she restrained to the point where she couldn't move at all, but she was also rid of her main sense and her main weapon: her sight. And, on top of that, with her shoes taken off, she could only hope that she is either found or she manages to escape before they start mutilating her feet. She knew that torturing her feet would give her enemy two advantages: one would be the obvious pain, maybe to the point where she would break and tell them Konoha's secrets, and the other would be hampering her ability to run. After all, who could run well when each and every step would be painful like hell, maybe even impossible?
Thinking about those things made Kurenai even more determined to escape her bonds. That was why she tried everything in her power: twisting her own limbs to the highest extent possible, trying to find a way to pull through the shackles, even trying to concentrate chakra into her hands and legs to give her some advantage in terms of strength or sliperyness, but to no avail. Alas, nothing helped. She was completely at the mercy of her captors, a thought of what was to follow sending shivers down her spine, her feet twitching helpleslly in fear.
* * *
Finally, the time was ripe for her captive's torment to begin, Konan thought, observing Kurenai's useless tries to escape, enjoying her complete helplessness. She even did her best to conceal her presence, staying on a safe distance and silencing her breathing as much as possible by intaking the air and exhaling with the back of the nose, making her captive panic even more, accenting her lack of information completely. She could feel the nervousness that she caused in her beautiful prisoner, and she could see that the woman got a hint of where she would be tortured, judging by the way she frantically tried to free her bare feet. She must have known how defenseless they were now, though Konan guessed correctly that Kurenai expected different torture technique than the one that would be applied on her, say a hot coal, thumbscrew, the boot or something like that. But, that wasn't what Konan had in mind. No... her method would be one that Kurenai would have never guessed: tickling. She already checked while the woman was unconscious, and yes, she was very ticklish. So ticklish, in fact, that the female Akatsuki was surprised how she didn't wake up during the tests. Well, one thing was certain: this was going to be fun.
Konan took a moment to study the feet she was about to tickle: they were beautiful, indeed, long and narrow, with beautiful soles, so smooth that even when she curled her toes the most, they almost didn't wrinkle at all. Young jounin's long toes had no nail polish, but they were well taken-care-of, pedicured not long before she went sniffing around in the woods. All the better for her, Konan thought as she took a few sheets of paper, sitting on a chair and taking her own shoes off, carefully so she wouldn't touch the ice. She didn't know why Pain insisted on her having a hideout in a frosted hut, since water nullified her technique, but she guessed that if she avoided contact with the layer of ice that has formed on the floor as much as possible, she would be all right. Then, the origami master used those papers to form extensions for her toes, made from paper, long, straight and ending in thin holes, through which feathers were pulled, making her toes into excellent tickle-tools, which slowly closed on Kurenai's helpless armpits, while hands went for those beautiful, smooth soles that struggled helplessly, completely unaware of the danger that was approaching them.
* * *
Kurenai knew all the while that it was just a matter of time before her torture begins. However, she also knew she couldn't prepare for that moment, being that she was blindfolded, and the enemy moved silently. That was why she concentrated on getting out... and why she was caught off-guard and surprised when she felt something touch her bare soles and her smooth, shaven armpits at the same time. She was also struck with fear, knowing that the moment of torture has begun, but then... it was tickling?
«Hahaha... what the hell?», Kurenai squealed as her whole body twitched in reflex, fear and surprise. What were they thinking? Tickling? Was this some sort of game?
However, Kurenai soon figured it was no game as both her soles and her armpits got tickled, on and on, forcing her into a state of helpless laughter. Kurenai started struggling in her bonds, trying to escape this... she didn't know if it was only a warm-up torture, some kink, or the real thing, but she sure as hell didn't want to find out.
«Hahahahaha... Stop that!», she tried to sound authoritative, but it was of no use. The silent torture (well, the torturer was silent) went on and on, fingers dancing all over the beautiful jounin's smooth, vulnerable skin, setting her senses ablaze with the sensation of intense tickling. The sensation was so intense that Kurenai didn't even notice that Konan's left thumb, which was cruely circling on her heel, also had a string attached... the one from her clothes, slowly taking out threads from it in a slow circular motion, reeling the threads bit by bit.
And so, stroke by stroke, the torture went on and on, Konan not showing any intention of letting her captive take a break, and Kurenai laughing helplessly, taking the tickling, unable to escape or do anything else.
Oh, yes, this was going to be a long torture.
* * *
Meanwhile in the Konoha village, two long-time rivals, Ino and Sakura were prepairing for a match. They decided to settle the question of who is stronger once and for all.
«This is the time you fall», the blonde teased her rival, who was prepairing for the fight. They were standing in the middle of a clearing near the forest of Konoha, where their fight wouldn't hurt anyone else, the few sunrays warming them through the thick layer of leaves.
«What makes you say that, Ino-pig?», Sakura replied nervously, warming her fists up. «You are the one that's going down, that's for sure, since I'm not only prettier, but also stronger than you.»
«Wanna bet?», Ino pinched, intriguing her pink-haired rival. «Let's make it like this: whoever wins the fight can do anything she wishes to the looser. Okay?»
Sakura looked at her long-time rival with suspicion in her eyes. What was she planning? Ah, whatever it was, Ino certainly wasn't a match for her, she told herself as she straightened herself out, pointing at Ino, and saying in that ever-so-sassy tone of her: «All right! The bet is on! After I mop the floor with you, I'll make you go through Konoha with a 'Sakura rules' T-shirt!!!»
«You will loose!», Ino replied. «Someone as ugly as you can't hope to defeat a beauty like me.»
«Hey! How did you just call me?!», Sakura raged, charging her opponent.
«Ugly Sakura!», Ino teased again, barely dodging Sakura's punch, but angering her rival, which was her main goal. Ino's plan was to make Sakura as angry as possible, so that she would be more open to her attacks, and to make her careless and easy to control. So, avoiding another attack, she proceeded with her strategy, tossing a few remarks about Sakura's looks and demanor, a tactic which worked like a charm.
«Daamn youuu!!!», Sakura shouted as she charged Ino again, furiously and with all of her power. Her rival tried to dodge it, but was too slow, as the speed and skill of the pink-haired ninja's attack surprised her, sending the blonde flying backwards.
«Wow...», Ino muttered, still dizzy, getting back up on her feet. That tree she hit into broke her fall, almost breaking a few bones as well. «Guess I underestimated you... you can actually walk.»
«Ha! This proves just how stronger I am than you, Ino-pig!», Sakura said, confident in her victory. She charged again. «Here I come!»
Sakura charged her opponent, quickly shortening the distance between them, concentrating a lot of chakra into her fist, making the hit stronger. She planned to end it with that hit, so she concentrated a lot of chakra in her hand... after all, Ino was dizzy now, there was no way she could escape now...
Or that's what Sakura thought, as her fist missed it original target, which jumped away in the last moment, and hit the tree in front of which Ino stood just a second ago.
As her hand and the firm bark of the tree met, Sakura felt a pulse of sharp pain coursing through her fist, making her shout from pain. However, she couldn't simply remove her hand, as the force of the impact was great indeed, piercing the tree and ending around it's core, the unintended target swallowing the offender's hand up to the elbow, stucking it there.
«Grrr... aaaghhh!!», Sakura groaned as she tried to pull her sore fist out and continue the fight. However, Ino was already behind her, placing her in an effective headlock.
«It's over, you little wimp», Ino teased her now-helpless opponent. «Surrender!»
Sakura felt awful: she knew she had lost, as Ino really could have killed her now by simply snapping her neck. She knew she had to give up: anything else would be dishonorable, and nobody would acknowledge her win if she tricked Ino now. However, loosing so quickly... how could she let that happen? That was why she, vision clouded with tears, squeezed out the words, feeling the weight of each and every one of them piling on her shoulders like logs on a too small carriage, accenting them one by one:
«You... you win. I... give... up.»
As soon as those words left her mouth, Sakura felt the grip on her neck break, as well as her pride. Turning around, she saw Ino smiling evily, savouring the spoils of victory. The blonde was certainly enjoying this moment and, Sakura had to admit, she had every right to do so. The fight was over all too easily, due to Sakura's sassyness.
«Excellent. The more beautiful fighter wins!», the blonde jumped, removing a few locks that wandered over her face in excitement. Sakura had to bite her tongue, looking at the ground with tearful eyes. After all, not only was she utterly defeated, but she was also at her greatest rival's mercy. What was Ino planning? Death was immediately excluded... the blonde wasn't so mercyful. Besides, if she wanted to kill her, she would certainly have done so already. Now, she had to endure Ino's brags, as well as her commands for some time.
«Now, to start, shall we?», Ino said, out of the blue. «I can do with you whatever I want, right?»
Sakura silently nodded, enduring the upcoming taunts obediently, waiting for what was to come next... fulfillment of the earlier agreement. Ino could do anything to her now. What would it be?
«The shoes, please», Ino demanded, answering Sakura's question, startling her rival.
«What?!», Sakura gave her a 'are you crazy' look.
«Shoes», Ino confirmed her demand in a voice that allowed no backtalk.
«All right», Sakura said, taking her shoes off and giving them to her rival. «I don't know what you're planning to do, but it sure looks stupid so far.»
Both of pink-haired girl's shoes in her hand, the blonde kunoichi laid them down to the grass, observing Sakura's beautiful pair of feet. They were really pretty, of medium size, with arches not too high and not too flat... just the perfect middle. Her toes were also in perfect shape, being freshly cut and pedicured, but with no nail polish color. And, as Ino had found out while they were still friends, those feet were Sakura's weak spot, being very ticklish... so ticklish that Sakura would freak out any time Ino would try to tickle her for fun. Also, that knowledge won Ino many tickle fights, as whenever she would get to those two soft soles (or even one), she was certain she would win, as Ino had no place on her body nearly as ticklish as Sakura's tender soles.
«Well, then, let's get started... sit on the ground», Ino said, removing her own shoes as well, revealing a pair of beautiful, wide, small feet with high arches. She planned to taunt Sakura by showing off her own soles to her, constantly reminding her of the fate she had planned for her. Seeing Sakura sitting down in seiza, the blonde smiled as she continued to boss her rival around: «No, no... put your feet in front. Yes, just like that. Excellent! Now, stretch your toes up. Good.»
Saying so, Ino laid herself in front of the ten toes, which stood up at attention, like soldiers saluting their officer, her face so close to them that Sakura could feel Ino's breath caressing her pink soles. The blonde put her legs up, making them twist at exactly ninety degrees from the ground at the knees, crossing her feet at the ankles so Sakura can pay close attention to her soles.
The point was lost on her adversary, though. Annoyed by all of these preparations, Sakura nervously said: «Can you hurry this up please? Or do you plan to make pointless demands forever and bore me to death?»
«Let's play a little game, Sakura», Ino purred, explaining the rules while examining the smooth lines of skin she was about to play with, watching every curve, every line. «I will tickle you for thirty minutes straight. During that time, your feet have to stand still, in this very position that they are in now, without moving the slightest bit. If they move, even just a little, the timer resets, meaning that the thirty minutes go all over again. I won't ask if you agree, since you have to accept the game. So, any last words before we begin?»
«You are such a pig, Ino-pig», Sakura replied, disgust staining her voice. Ino knew just how ticklish her feet were, and Sakura knew just in how big a trouble she was. Holding her feet completely still while her soles were being tickled... and for half an hour... seemed like mission impossible to her. So that was Ino's plan. She had to admit, she was a bit jealous for not thinking about it herself. Interesting method of brutal torture, for someone with a weakness such as Sakura's.
«And there I was, thinking of going easy on you», the blonde kunoichi murmured as her long nails threateningly wriggled in front of Sakura's outstretched soles, where the pink-haired girl could see them... and she was barely holding back laughter already, from what it looked like. The expectation was killing her. Knowing what was inevitable to come, but coming so slow, a crawling doom, made her despair grow exponentialy. Sakura gulped, dreading the moment her feet would come in contact with Ino's long, feminine fingernails.
«Tickle tickle», Ino taunted as her fingers slowly dug into Sakura's ticklish flesh, making the girl giggle.
«Hahahahaha... I hate youhuhuhu, Ino... hahahahaha...», Sakura laughed and giggled helplessly, but her feet did not move nor twitch, out of fear of reseting the timer... each and every second was precious.
On the other side of the tickling, Ino was proceeding with her evil plan. Things were working perfectly thus far, with Sakura doing her best to hold her feet... no, her whole body, still, not realizing that she was probably able to do so just because her blonde tormentor allowed her to do so. Ino's plan was to play with Sakura, starting to tickle her lightly, just slightly touching and scratching the soft, ticklish flesh of her soles. And it indeed felt wonderful, with her nails sinking into those beautiful, blushing soft curves, surprisingly tender considering the girl's occupation. Stroke here, stroke there, occasional quick run of the finger down the line of the sole, be it inner, outer, or somewhere in between was really all the tickling Ino was dishing out at the moment, knowing that anything more would cause these two precious, ticklish toys of her to move, and she didn't want that... not yet. She wanted to bring Sakura close to realization of her freedom, and then shatter it with intense tickling. After all, even these light tickles were causing Sakura a lot of problems, the poor girl barely holding her feet still.
«Hahahahahahaha.... Ino.... hahahahahahaha... stop... hahahahahaha.... please, ask something elsehehehehehehe....», the prisoner tried to beg, but to no avail. Ino was enjoying herself quite a bit, especially the visible effect all of this had on Sakura: even though she wasn't bound by any physical force, such as a rope, stocks or any other binding device or object, she couldn't move, rendering her completely immobile. Her mind, dreading the thought of being tickled the whole day, simply couldn't allow her feet to move, her nerves enduring the strong ticklish impulses coursing throughout them, the ten toes still standing at attention, heads high and proud, while under them a war raged... a war for freedom from invisible bonds.
Ino enjoyed the sight of her rival in this state. Sakura was now also fully aware of the taunt Ino was adding: by wriggling her own toes in front of Sakura, holding her feet high so her captive could see them, she demonstrated the freedom of doing what Sakura was forbidden from, further increasing the poor, ticklish girl's agony as her nails probed and examined each and every square milimeter of ticklish skin laid out in front of them.
«Hahahahahahaha.... please, Ino.... hehehehehehe... I don't know how much longer I can take», Sakura begged, drawing on all her willpower to stop the tidal wave of reflexes that tried to follow the touches of her mind-bound feet. If anything, she wanted to appease her rival, as she knew that this was far from what Ino could dish out. After all, remembering their tickle-fights, it now came to Sakura that Ino won every time they had one. Ino would always grip Sakura's ankles and remove her shoes, working her magic on the pink-haired girl's tender, sensitive soles, making Sakura yield. Well, unless she wanted a taste of some of that magic again, Sakura thought, she would have to endure whatever Ino dishes out.
«Come on, it's been fifteen minutes now», Ino said, knowing that the time for her real techniques to come in play is coming close. Somewhere around twenty-five minutes mark, she thought, she would make her rival move her feet, resetting the timer. «You're already a bit past half. Only that much more left.»
The blonde encouraged Sakura's futile struggle, trying to give more morale to her captive, who was, by pure strength of will, managing to hold her toes still, even though it was visible on her face that it could soon change: she was nearing her limits, her soles yearning to move away, but held in place by invisible hand of Sakura's self-control. Perfect, Ino thought as she continued to tease-tickle Sakura's beautiful, smooth soles, outstretched for her like a red carpet for a star for ten more minutes.
«Hahahahahaha.... Ino... please... hahahahahaha.... I can't... take... hahahahahahahaehehehehe... anymorehehehehe», Sakura begged again, less than five minutes away from her goal. However, her words were true, as her whole feet were trembling a little, unable to hold back the reactions to the invading fingers, which have oh so efficiently put their senses ablaze with a peculiar sensation of tickling.
Breaking time, Ino thought as she observed Sakura's dam slowly breaking under the wild river of impulses that was claiming her body and mind. And then she completely broke that dam by digging all of her fingers, five in each arch, scratching like crazy, deep, hard and fast, making her prisoner twitch her feet in reflex that couldn't be stopped.
«AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... NOOOHOOOHOHOHOHOHOOO.... INOOO... PLEHEHEHEASE.... NOT THE REAL THEHEHEHEHENG!!!», Sakura laid her head back and shrieked in laughter as her feet began to dance, guided by Ino's scratching fingers. The ten soldiers weren't stoic any more, they were moving around swiftly in disarray, as their battlefields started flailing through the air. Sakura had no chance of stopping these reflexes now that Ino has dug in... and she knew that this meant Ino will tickle her as long as she pleases... plus thirty minutes. Sakura already felt her spirit broken as Ino sat on her ankles.
«Suffer, Sakura», Ino said, an evil glint in her eyes as her fingers started dancing all over Sakura's twitching soles.
This, too, was going to be a really long tickle.
to be continue .....
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i will give a little story here. just for ....
The midday sun shone high above the village of Konoha, it's rays warming the denizens with their mild touches, revealing the true beauty of the place itself and it's surrounding nature. And while that would be a cherished thing elsewhere, in a ninja village like this one it was welcomed with doubt to say the least. After all, ninjas cherish stealth above all, and it was kind of hard being stealthy on such bright sun... unless you wanted to blind your opponents.
However, she didn't care about the sun. Nor did she care about getting spotted. Actually, she was hoping someone from Akatsuki would notice her... and then, she would have him/her talk. She, Kurenai Yuhi, swore vengeance for her fallen lover, Sarutobi, and wasn't going to rest until she finds, and kills, the one responsible for it. Being that the man was a member of Akatsuki, she decided to investigate that organization. True, she didn't have any leads whatsoever on where to start searching, but the forest in front of Konoha seemed like a good place to start... those Akatsuki had to come out from somewhere, and the forest seemed like the best place to come in and out of the village. There could be some clues left there.
Luckily (or unluckily) for the young jounin, she did find something of Akatsuki... one of their members ambushed her, throwing darts at her. It was only through sheer luck that Kurenai managed to dodge these darts.
«What the...», red-eyed beauty exclaimed, inspecting the darts just thrown at her: they were made out of paper. Angry at this, she searched for the one who had cast those darts. She really didn't want to fight someone without knowing their exact location. Scanning the area, she had to evade the paper darts once more before she found her opponent, standing atop a branch of a tree large enough to support her weight. Kurenai studied her, trying to find out which village, or organization, she belonged to.
Oddly enough, the woman did not wear any forehead protector, nor did she have any markings on her. She had a short, straight blue hair, a paper rose in her hair, and a...
Yes! That was it! The woman wore a black cloak with red clouds, clearly marking her as one of Akatsuki. Yuhi remembered Kakashi telling her that all members of the organization wore cloaks like that one. Kakashi also told her that newest release of Icha Icha was out, but that wasn't important now. She was going to steal it later anyways, like she always did.
But, Icha Icha aside, Kurenai decided to deal with this member of Akatsuki now. She wanted information and vengeance for her deceased lover, and she was sure that this woman could give her just that. Only thing left to do now was to beat her... and Kurenai knew that it wasn't going to be easy, being that the members of Akatsuki were extremely strong. That was why, she figured, it would be best to end this as quickly as possible, before the enemy gets the grasp of her trump card.
«You are from Akatsuki, right?», she asked, even though she didn't have to. She knew the answer would be affirmative.
The woman didn't reply. She just stared at Kurenai, prepairing new darts. Oh no you don't, the young jounin thought as she started using her genjutsu, making Konan seem like she was trapped in a tree.
This was easy, she thought as she appeared from the tree, behind her trapped opponent, holding a knife. From what she saw and heard, Akatsuki were stronger than this.
«Tell me who murdered Sarutobi and where he is, and I might let you live», she said, holding the knife under her captive's throat.
The other ninja did not respond. She was silent, standing like a statue carved from stone, further angering her opponent.
«Answer me», Kurenai shouted as her blade approached the woman's throat. She was ready to kill her any time.
However, something awkward happened then, something that really surprised the raven-haired kunoichi: the Akatsuki ninja dispersed into many paper butterflies.
Kurenai watched in surprise.
«What the... hey!», she exclaimed as she felt her own forehead go over her eyes, clouding her vision, followed by a quick hit on both sides of her neck, which disabled her efficiently, slowly claiming her consciousness.
«Good night», was all Yuhi Kurenai heard as a strong hit to her chin sent her flying through the air, unconscious.
* * *
As she woke up, her head still ringing, Kurenai needed a moment to settle everything in her head. The investigation... then the Akatsuki... and then the fight, and her defeat, it all came back into her head, helping her remember and realize why she was blindfolded and tied so tightly. She noticed that she was tied in a spread-eagle position, on some hard table, or a floor... well, whatever it was, it sure was cold, as well as the air all around her. Also, one more change Kurenai noticed was that her shoes were taken off... wierd, every other piece of clothing was still on her, but her shoes were removed. What did this Akatsuki want to do with her? She was sure it was the woman she fought, for there was certainly nobody else who would take her and imprison her somewhere. But what did she plan to do to her? Drive nails through her soles? Crush her feet? Burn them? She wasn't sure of the method, but she knew that her feet were going to be tortured, unless she escapes. However, no matter how hard she pulled on her bonds, or how hard she tried to squeeze out of them, they proved to be too strong for her. They were solid, probably shackles, and were attached to her at wrists, right above the elbows, just under her knees and at the ankles, greeting the ninja's sensitive skin with their cold kiss. Kurenai knew that she had to think, and think fast, if she wanted to get out of this situation. She didn't even know if the ninja who captured was there, and if she was, was she alone or was someone else with them? And if there was someone, who was it? Akatsuki's torturer? Someone else? Well, she ought to try and call out to see if anyone would answer. Tapping in the dark like this would do her no good, she told herself.
«Hello?», she called out. «Is there anyone here? Who did this to me, damn it?!»
There was no reply, which meant that either there was nobody in the room or the one(s) there wouldn't respond.
Damn it, Kurenai cursed in her thoughts. She felt so helpless at the moment. Not only was she restrained to the point where she couldn't move at all, but she was also rid of her main sense and her main weapon: her sight. And, on top of that, with her shoes taken off, she could only hope that she is either found or she manages to escape before they start mutilating her feet. She knew that torturing her feet would give her enemy two advantages: one would be the obvious pain, maybe to the point where she would break and tell them Konoha's secrets, and the other would be hampering her ability to run. After all, who could run well when each and every step would be painful like hell, maybe even impossible?
Thinking about those things made Kurenai even more determined to escape her bonds. That was why she tried everything in her power: twisting her own limbs to the highest extent possible, trying to find a way to pull through the shackles, even trying to concentrate chakra into her hands and legs to give her some advantage in terms of strength or sliperyness, but to no avail. Alas, nothing helped. She was completely at the mercy of her captors, a thought of what was to follow sending shivers down her spine, her feet twitching helpleslly in fear.
* * *
Finally, the time was ripe for her captive's torment to begin, Konan thought, observing Kurenai's useless tries to escape, enjoying her complete helplessness. She even did her best to conceal her presence, staying on a safe distance and silencing her breathing as much as possible by intaking the air and exhaling with the back of the nose, making her captive panic even more, accenting her lack of information completely. She could feel the nervousness that she caused in her beautiful prisoner, and she could see that the woman got a hint of where she would be tortured, judging by the way she frantically tried to free her bare feet. She must have known how defenseless they were now, though Konan guessed correctly that Kurenai expected different torture technique than the one that would be applied on her, say a hot coal, thumbscrew, the boot or something like that. But, that wasn't what Konan had in mind. No... her method would be one that Kurenai would have never guessed: tickling. She already checked while the woman was unconscious, and yes, she was very ticklish. So ticklish, in fact, that the female Akatsuki was surprised how she didn't wake up during the tests. Well, one thing was certain: this was going to be fun.
Konan took a moment to study the feet she was about to tickle: they were beautiful, indeed, long and narrow, with beautiful soles, so smooth that even when she curled her toes the most, they almost didn't wrinkle at all. Young jounin's long toes had no nail polish, but they were well taken-care-of, pedicured not long before she went sniffing around in the woods. All the better for her, Konan thought as she took a few sheets of paper, sitting on a chair and taking her own shoes off, carefully so she wouldn't touch the ice. She didn't know why Pain insisted on her having a hideout in a frosted hut, since water nullified her technique, but she guessed that if she avoided contact with the layer of ice that has formed on the floor as much as possible, she would be all right. Then, the origami master used those papers to form extensions for her toes, made from paper, long, straight and ending in thin holes, through which feathers were pulled, making her toes into excellent tickle-tools, which slowly closed on Kurenai's helpless armpits, while hands went for those beautiful, smooth soles that struggled helplessly, completely unaware of the danger that was approaching them.
* * *
Kurenai knew all the while that it was just a matter of time before her torture begins. However, she also knew she couldn't prepare for that moment, being that she was blindfolded, and the enemy moved silently. That was why she concentrated on getting out... and why she was caught off-guard and surprised when she felt something touch her bare soles and her smooth, shaven armpits at the same time. She was also struck with fear, knowing that the moment of torture has begun, but then... it was tickling?
«Hahaha... what the hell?», Kurenai squealed as her whole body twitched in reflex, fear and surprise. What were they thinking? Tickling? Was this some sort of game?
However, Kurenai soon figured it was no game as both her soles and her armpits got tickled, on and on, forcing her into a state of helpless laughter. Kurenai started struggling in her bonds, trying to escape this... she didn't know if it was only a warm-up torture, some kink, or the real thing, but she sure as hell didn't want to find out.
«Hahahahaha... Stop that!», she tried to sound authoritative, but it was of no use. The silent torture (well, the torturer was silent) went on and on, fingers dancing all over the beautiful jounin's smooth, vulnerable skin, setting her senses ablaze with the sensation of intense tickling. The sensation was so intense that Kurenai didn't even notice that Konan's left thumb, which was cruely circling on her heel, also had a string attached... the one from her clothes, slowly taking out threads from it in a slow circular motion, reeling the threads bit by bit.
And so, stroke by stroke, the torture went on and on, Konan not showing any intention of letting her captive take a break, and Kurenai laughing helplessly, taking the tickling, unable to escape or do anything else.
Oh, yes, this was going to be a long torture.
* * *
Meanwhile in the Konoha village, two long-time rivals, Ino and Sakura were prepairing for a match. They decided to settle the question of who is stronger once and for all.
«This is the time you fall», the blonde teased her rival, who was prepairing for the fight. They were standing in the middle of a clearing near the forest of Konoha, where their fight wouldn't hurt anyone else, the few sunrays warming them through the thick layer of leaves.
«What makes you say that, Ino-pig?», Sakura replied nervously, warming her fists up. «You are the one that's going down, that's for sure, since I'm not only prettier, but also stronger than you.»
«Wanna bet?», Ino pinched, intriguing her pink-haired rival. «Let's make it like this: whoever wins the fight can do anything she wishes to the looser. Okay?»
Sakura looked at her long-time rival with suspicion in her eyes. What was she planning? Ah, whatever it was, Ino certainly wasn't a match for her, she told herself as she straightened herself out, pointing at Ino, and saying in that ever-so-sassy tone of her: «All right! The bet is on! After I mop the floor with you, I'll make you go through Konoha with a 'Sakura rules' T-shirt!!!»
«You will loose!», Ino replied. «Someone as ugly as you can't hope to defeat a beauty like me.»
«Hey! How did you just call me?!», Sakura raged, charging her opponent.
«Ugly Sakura!», Ino teased again, barely dodging Sakura's punch, but angering her rival, which was her main goal. Ino's plan was to make Sakura as angry as possible, so that she would be more open to her attacks, and to make her careless and easy to control. So, avoiding another attack, she proceeded with her strategy, tossing a few remarks about Sakura's looks and demanor, a tactic which worked like a charm.
«Daamn youuu!!!», Sakura shouted as she charged Ino again, furiously and with all of her power. Her rival tried to dodge it, but was too slow, as the speed and skill of the pink-haired ninja's attack surprised her, sending the blonde flying backwards.
«Wow...», Ino muttered, still dizzy, getting back up on her feet. That tree she hit into broke her fall, almost breaking a few bones as well. «Guess I underestimated you... you can actually walk.»
«Ha! This proves just how stronger I am than you, Ino-pig!», Sakura said, confident in her victory. She charged again. «Here I come!»
Sakura charged her opponent, quickly shortening the distance between them, concentrating a lot of chakra into her fist, making the hit stronger. She planned to end it with that hit, so she concentrated a lot of chakra in her hand... after all, Ino was dizzy now, there was no way she could escape now...
Or that's what Sakura thought, as her fist missed it original target, which jumped away in the last moment, and hit the tree in front of which Ino stood just a second ago.
As her hand and the firm bark of the tree met, Sakura felt a pulse of sharp pain coursing through her fist, making her shout from pain. However, she couldn't simply remove her hand, as the force of the impact was great indeed, piercing the tree and ending around it's core, the unintended target swallowing the offender's hand up to the elbow, stucking it there.
«Grrr... aaaghhh!!», Sakura groaned as she tried to pull her sore fist out and continue the fight. However, Ino was already behind her, placing her in an effective headlock.
«It's over, you little wimp», Ino teased her now-helpless opponent. «Surrender!»
Sakura felt awful: she knew she had lost, as Ino really could have killed her now by simply snapping her neck. She knew she had to give up: anything else would be dishonorable, and nobody would acknowledge her win if she tricked Ino now. However, loosing so quickly... how could she let that happen? That was why she, vision clouded with tears, squeezed out the words, feeling the weight of each and every one of them piling on her shoulders like logs on a too small carriage, accenting them one by one:
«You... you win. I... give... up.»
As soon as those words left her mouth, Sakura felt the grip on her neck break, as well as her pride. Turning around, she saw Ino smiling evily, savouring the spoils of victory. The blonde was certainly enjoying this moment and, Sakura had to admit, she had every right to do so. The fight was over all too easily, due to Sakura's sassyness.
«Excellent. The more beautiful fighter wins!», the blonde jumped, removing a few locks that wandered over her face in excitement. Sakura had to bite her tongue, looking at the ground with tearful eyes. After all, not only was she utterly defeated, but she was also at her greatest rival's mercy. What was Ino planning? Death was immediately excluded... the blonde wasn't so mercyful. Besides, if she wanted to kill her, she would certainly have done so already. Now, she had to endure Ino's brags, as well as her commands for some time.
«Now, to start, shall we?», Ino said, out of the blue. «I can do with you whatever I want, right?»
Sakura silently nodded, enduring the upcoming taunts obediently, waiting for what was to come next... fulfillment of the earlier agreement. Ino could do anything to her now. What would it be?
«The shoes, please», Ino demanded, answering Sakura's question, startling her rival.
«What?!», Sakura gave her a 'are you crazy' look.
«Shoes», Ino confirmed her demand in a voice that allowed no backtalk.
«All right», Sakura said, taking her shoes off and giving them to her rival. «I don't know what you're planning to do, but it sure looks stupid so far.»
Both of pink-haired girl's shoes in her hand, the blonde kunoichi laid them down to the grass, observing Sakura's beautiful pair of feet. They were really pretty, of medium size, with arches not too high and not too flat... just the perfect middle. Her toes were also in perfect shape, being freshly cut and pedicured, but with no nail polish color. And, as Ino had found out while they were still friends, those feet were Sakura's weak spot, being very ticklish... so ticklish that Sakura would freak out any time Ino would try to tickle her for fun. Also, that knowledge won Ino many tickle fights, as whenever she would get to those two soft soles (or even one), she was certain she would win, as Ino had no place on her body nearly as ticklish as Sakura's tender soles.
«Well, then, let's get started... sit on the ground», Ino said, removing her own shoes as well, revealing a pair of beautiful, wide, small feet with high arches. She planned to taunt Sakura by showing off her own soles to her, constantly reminding her of the fate she had planned for her. Seeing Sakura sitting down in seiza, the blonde smiled as she continued to boss her rival around: «No, no... put your feet in front. Yes, just like that. Excellent! Now, stretch your toes up. Good.»
Saying so, Ino laid herself in front of the ten toes, which stood up at attention, like soldiers saluting their officer, her face so close to them that Sakura could feel Ino's breath caressing her pink soles. The blonde put her legs up, making them twist at exactly ninety degrees from the ground at the knees, crossing her feet at the ankles so Sakura can pay close attention to her soles.
The point was lost on her adversary, though. Annoyed by all of these preparations, Sakura nervously said: «Can you hurry this up please? Or do you plan to make pointless demands forever and bore me to death?»
«Let's play a little game, Sakura», Ino purred, explaining the rules while examining the smooth lines of skin she was about to play with, watching every curve, every line. «I will tickle you for thirty minutes straight. During that time, your feet have to stand still, in this very position that they are in now, without moving the slightest bit. If they move, even just a little, the timer resets, meaning that the thirty minutes go all over again. I won't ask if you agree, since you have to accept the game. So, any last words before we begin?»
«You are such a pig, Ino-pig», Sakura replied, disgust staining her voice. Ino knew just how ticklish her feet were, and Sakura knew just in how big a trouble she was. Holding her feet completely still while her soles were being tickled... and for half an hour... seemed like mission impossible to her. So that was Ino's plan. She had to admit, she was a bit jealous for not thinking about it herself. Interesting method of brutal torture, for someone with a weakness such as Sakura's.
«And there I was, thinking of going easy on you», the blonde kunoichi murmured as her long nails threateningly wriggled in front of Sakura's outstretched soles, where the pink-haired girl could see them... and she was barely holding back laughter already, from what it looked like. The expectation was killing her. Knowing what was inevitable to come, but coming so slow, a crawling doom, made her despair grow exponentialy. Sakura gulped, dreading the moment her feet would come in contact with Ino's long, feminine fingernails.
«Tickle tickle», Ino taunted as her fingers slowly dug into Sakura's ticklish flesh, making the girl giggle.
«Hahahahaha... I hate youhuhuhu, Ino... hahahahaha...», Sakura laughed and giggled helplessly, but her feet did not move nor twitch, out of fear of reseting the timer... each and every second was precious.
On the other side of the tickling, Ino was proceeding with her evil plan. Things were working perfectly thus far, with Sakura doing her best to hold her feet... no, her whole body, still, not realizing that she was probably able to do so just because her blonde tormentor allowed her to do so. Ino's plan was to play with Sakura, starting to tickle her lightly, just slightly touching and scratching the soft, ticklish flesh of her soles. And it indeed felt wonderful, with her nails sinking into those beautiful, blushing soft curves, surprisingly tender considering the girl's occupation. Stroke here, stroke there, occasional quick run of the finger down the line of the sole, be it inner, outer, or somewhere in between was really all the tickling Ino was dishing out at the moment, knowing that anything more would cause these two precious, ticklish toys of her to move, and she didn't want that... not yet. She wanted to bring Sakura close to realization of her freedom, and then shatter it with intense tickling. After all, even these light tickles were causing Sakura a lot of problems, the poor girl barely holding her feet still.
«Hahahahahahaha.... Ino.... hahahahahahaha... stop... hahahahahaha.... please, ask something elsehehehehehehe....», the prisoner tried to beg, but to no avail. Ino was enjoying herself quite a bit, especially the visible effect all of this had on Sakura: even though she wasn't bound by any physical force, such as a rope, stocks or any other binding device or object, she couldn't move, rendering her completely immobile. Her mind, dreading the thought of being tickled the whole day, simply couldn't allow her feet to move, her nerves enduring the strong ticklish impulses coursing throughout them, the ten toes still standing at attention, heads high and proud, while under them a war raged... a war for freedom from invisible bonds.
Ino enjoyed the sight of her rival in this state. Sakura was now also fully aware of the taunt Ino was adding: by wriggling her own toes in front of Sakura, holding her feet high so her captive could see them, she demonstrated the freedom of doing what Sakura was forbidden from, further increasing the poor, ticklish girl's agony as her nails probed and examined each and every square milimeter of ticklish skin laid out in front of them.
«Hahahahahahaha.... please, Ino.... hehehehehehe... I don't know how much longer I can take», Sakura begged, drawing on all her willpower to stop the tidal wave of reflexes that tried to follow the touches of her mind-bound feet. If anything, she wanted to appease her rival, as she knew that this was far from what Ino could dish out. After all, remembering their tickle-fights, it now came to Sakura that Ino won every time they had one. Ino would always grip Sakura's ankles and remove her shoes, working her magic on the pink-haired girl's tender, sensitive soles, making Sakura yield. Well, unless she wanted a taste of some of that magic again, Sakura thought, she would have to endure whatever Ino dishes out.
«Come on, it's been fifteen minutes now», Ino said, knowing that the time for her real techniques to come in play is coming close. Somewhere around twenty-five minutes mark, she thought, she would make her rival move her feet, resetting the timer. «You're already a bit past half. Only that much more left.»
The blonde encouraged Sakura's futile struggle, trying to give more morale to her captive, who was, by pure strength of will, managing to hold her toes still, even though it was visible on her face that it could soon change: she was nearing her limits, her soles yearning to move away, but held in place by invisible hand of Sakura's self-control. Perfect, Ino thought as she continued to tease-tickle Sakura's beautiful, smooth soles, outstretched for her like a red carpet for a star for ten more minutes.
«Hahahahahaha.... Ino... please... hahahahahaha.... I can't... take... hahahahahahahaehehehehe... anymorehehehehe», Sakura begged again, less than five minutes away from her goal. However, her words were true, as her whole feet were trembling a little, unable to hold back the reactions to the invading fingers, which have oh so efficiently put their senses ablaze with a peculiar sensation of tickling.
Breaking time, Ino thought as she observed Sakura's dam slowly breaking under the wild river of impulses that was claiming her body and mind. And then she completely broke that dam by digging all of her fingers, five in each arch, scratching like crazy, deep, hard and fast, making her prisoner twitch her feet in reflex that couldn't be stopped.
«AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... NOOOHOOOHOHOHOHOHOOO.... INOOO... PLEHEHEHEASE.... NOT THE REAL THEHEHEHEHENG!!!», Sakura laid her head back and shrieked in laughter as her feet began to dance, guided by Ino's scratching fingers. The ten soldiers weren't stoic any more, they were moving around swiftly in disarray, as their battlefields started flailing through the air. Sakura had no chance of stopping these reflexes now that Ino has dug in... and she knew that this meant Ino will tickle her as long as she pleases... plus thirty minutes. Sakura already felt her spirit broken as Ino sat on her ankles.
«Suffer, Sakura», Ino said, an evil glint in her eyes as her fingers started dancing all over Sakura's twitching soles.
This, too, was going to be a really long tickle.
to be continue .....
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