A bit of backstory on this one: I wanted a story where the hero tortures the villain instead of the other way around. Problem is, I felt that it's kinda hard to write what's supposed to be a good person torturing someone, for fun or not, without making it look like a stupid excuse plot.
So I went ahead and made it as blatant a stupid excuse plot as I could.
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Hikari's sword slammed into the pavement to try and break her momentum, leaving a long gash in the sidewalk she'd undoubtedly have to apologize for later. She stood up and glared at her opponent. Randomly meeting a villain while out shopping wasn't something she'd been expecting. It was proving to be quickly spoiling her weekend. She raised her sword and leveled it back at her target.
A sword wasn't typically what came to Hikari's mind when someone said the phrase "magical girl". To her, magical girls meant pink hair, frilly clothes, and firing lasers made out of concentrated love to one-shot agents of evil. So the 20-year-old college student felt she could be reasonably annoyed that she'd ended up acquiring exactly none of those after becoming one. The big floating light thing in her dreams had simply saddled her with pure white hair that reached her waist, grey eyes, and a giant pitch black sword without any input on what she wanted. A giant sword that admittedly defied the laws of physics to be impossibly light and could cut through nearly anything, but she couldn't help but feel like she'd somehow gotten her hands on a weapon out of a fantasy game rather than a magical girl anime. Her magical girl outfit, if it could even be called that, certainly didn't help matters. A depressingly normal looking monochromatic outfit consisting of a white long sleeved shirt, grey miniskirt, black tights, and sneakers was pretty much as far away from a colorful, frilly dress decorated with hearts as she could imagine. The magical girl had to admit that she found it hard to get motivated for the job when nothing lined up to what she'd expected it to be like this.
"Ah, what's wrong? Not feeling it today? Tell you what, I'll let you off for today if you lick my shoe soles and ask nicely." Hikari glared at the villain throwing out the taunts. Standing a dozen or so feet away from her was her archnemesis, Hilda. She'd stumbled across the blonde-haired blue-eyed German villainess robbing a bank while window shopping. Hilda was dressed in her teams' uniform of a long black trench coat with stylized red markings, a demon mask that looked like it'd been bought out of a cheap Halloween store, and form fitting jeans. Hikari hated her with a passion. Not only were Hilda's psychic powers a terrible match up for her, it was difficult to win when she wasn't able to get close enough to the criminal to smack her around with her sword, she was honestly starting to believe that the woman was stalking her. Hilda only ever seemed to cause trouble whenever Hikari was in the area. It gave the magical girl the impression that the woman was deliberately harassing her.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Hilda's giant E cup breasts made her own C cups look small by comparison. Nothing at all.
"In your dreams," Hikari spat. She readied her sword to cross the distance and barely got two steps into her charge before stumbling from an unexpected voice.
"Ohmygodohmygod, it's, like, a real superhero and villain fight! Look, dear. It's a superhero and villain fighting just like they said!" Hikari turned to see an excited American tourist tugging at whom she could only assume to be her boyfriend's arm and wildly gesticulating towards them.
"Erm, yes. It is. Could you please step back? It's about to get dangerous here," Hikari called out. Rather than heed her warning, the woman ran across the street to excitedly grab her hand.
"Are you having a big climactic duel now? Oh that's so exciting! You're going to exchange blows and throw out big attacks and go back and forth and then defeat her then you'll take her in for a really intense interrogation scenewherethingswillgethotandsteamyandthetwoofyouwillrealizeyourloveforeachotherandloseyourselvesinthethroesofpassionand-" Hikari's head was starting to hurt. The entire situation was simply too ridiculous for her already quickly degrading temper to withstand. Her headache was growing steadily worse thanks to the fact that the tourist was talking faster the more excited she got and got more excited the more she spoke. She looked over at the woman's companion for help, but he only mouthed "Sorry" and made an apologetic hand gesture at her.
"Yes. Yes, that's exactly right." Salvation unexpectedly came in the form of Hilda speaking up. Hikari glanced over at her most hated enemy. She couldn't tell if she was happy or not to see the villainess just as non-plussed by the situation as she was. She watched Hilda steel her resolve and point at her. She'd never seen a more obvious display of a person playing along just to get someone annoying to leave. "I'm trusting you here, Hikari. Don't kill me and don't do anything painful to interrogate me. I hate pain. I'll start crying if you do!"
"You're seriously okay with this!?"
"What sort of person would I be if I looked into such hopeful eyes and let them down?"
"...a villain?" Hilda pointedly ignored her barb. Hikari sighed in defeat. The entire situation was stupid. She just wanted to get this over with and go home. The magical girl shook off the still rambling tourist and charged forward to use the flat side of her sword to lay out Hilda with a hearty whack to the head.
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"Tell me where you hideout is located or I'll cut off your bra," Hikari threatened.
"Never!"
Hikari was admittedly at a bit of a loss over what to do. She'd somehow managed to bear the looks she'd gotten as she carried Hilda to the nearest love hotel and rented a room. Hilda now lay spread eagle on the four poster bed with her wrists and ankles bound with leather cuffs she had rented at the front desk.
As much as she wanted to, Hikari felt like she probably shouldn't just walk away and leave Hilda tied up for someone else to find. Not only would that be passing up a golden opportunity to gain intel on the villainess's group, the magical girl had the sinking feeling that doing so would only result in Hilda chasing her down and whining her ear off about not doing the whole magical girl versus villains thing properly again. But that left her wondering how she was even going to interrogate the bound woman in front of her.
Pain was right out the window. Hilda's threat to start crying aside, actually hurting somebody made her uncomfortable even in the context of a fight, to say nothing of outright torture. The only idea that had managed to pop into the magical girl's head was to try and embarrass the villainess into submission by threatening to slowly strip her one piece of clothing at a time and take pictures of her tied up if she refused to talk. Except it looked depressingly like the only thing it was achieving was making her feel like a massive pervert while Hilda didn't seem to particularly mind. If anything, her captive looked like she was looking forward to having the job finished to be left completely naked. It wasn't even like she had any backup plan for how to continue the interrogation if Hilda didn't crack from this.
The two glared at each other in silence. Hikari eventually sighed with frustration. This was going nowhere. After gathering the courage to take the plunge and take off another woman's underwear, she started to try and reach under Hilda to unhook the her bra. And was caught completely off guard feeling Hilda go rigid the moment her fingers made contact with her ribs. She experimented with pressing her fingers into the soft flesh in between the ribs and watched with wonder as the woman squirmed with discomfort from her touch.
"Stop that," Hilda complained. "If you're going to strip me then just get on with it."
Hilda's complaint only made Hikari apply her fingers more vigorously. She figured it was worth it to keep going purely because it seemed to be making Hilda uncomfortable, and it was proving to be surprisingly fun to watch the villainess flinch as she continued to poke around her exposed rib cage anyways. Seeing her enemy's eyes squeeze shut and her face go beet red trying to keep from giggling made her wonder how long she could drag this out before her victim cracked. She changed tactics to applying the very tips of her nails as lightly as possible to the tender spaces in between each ribs. Several minutes of light teasing eventually rewarded her with the dam breaking.
"Tehehehehe! Stohohohop! Noho tihihahahackling! Stohohohp it! STOHOHOPHAHAHA!" Hikari felt a rush of joy when Hilda finally lost it. Hearing the woman who had given her so much grief over the past couple months beg her to stop was music to her ears. She wanted to hear more. Her fingers went from lightly scratching with her nails to digging in with the pads to push and vibrate as fast as she could. Listening to Hilda's giggling transform into all out laughter felt even better than the giggling had.
The only thing getting in the way was that Hilda twisting away from her hands was proving more effective at dislodging her fingers than she'd like. Hikari clambered onto the bed to straddle her victim. Not only did sitting on the villainess's thighs help lock down her struggling, the magical girl found that she enjoyed feeling the woman buck and writhe under her. It made her feel a strange, addicting rush of power. Ideas were blooming in her head surveying the ticklish canvas squirming under her as she continued to abuse Hilda's sensitive ribs.
Hikari was torn after letting her fingers wander down to explore Hilda's belly. Putting her whole hand to work kneading as much of the soft flesh under her as she could forced her toy to let out a wonderful deep laugh and buck as hard as possible to unseat her. But tracing the tips of her fingernails around the outer edge of her bellybutton elicited an utterly delicious look of fear on Hilda's face accompanied by attempts to suck her tummy in to get the nail away from her. Up until, that is, Hikari let her finger slip inside of the waiting bellybutton to force her victim to scream with laughter and resume thrashing about to get it out. She honestly couldn't figure out whether she liked the constant steady torture of the kneading or toying with Hilda's emotions with the bellybutton tickling better. She settled on alternating between the two over the next couple minutes, swapping between them as she felt would cause Hilda the most distress at the moment.
"You must really love this, you're laughing up a storm!" Hikari taunted as she let her fingers roam up to scrabble inside Hilda's exposed armpits. Hilda's response was only more howls of laughter, her face twisted into a permanent wide open smile with peals of high pitched laughter pouring out. Hikari belated realized that the woman wasn't begging her to stop anymore. She kinda missed it. She'd been so absorbed in trying out new approaches on how to tickle her that she hadn't been paying too much attention, but it now felt like something was missing now that she wasn't extracting pleas for mercy that she could enjoy ignoring.
'Ah well, let's just call "Not begging me to stop" a punishable offense,' Hikari thought to herself. She watched Hilda's massive E cup breasts shake under her in the woman's continued struggles to escape further tickling with envy. 'Those things most certainly are as well.' She briefly stopped tickling to pull out the knife she'd been using to cut away Hilda's clothes. A swift cut was all it took to leave the massive breasts spilling out into the open.
Hearing Hilda's agonized laughter had left Hikari feeling increasingly turned on. Seeing the engorged nipples crowning her victim's breasts was too much for her to handle. Her hands stopped scratching at her toy's armpits to reach over and seize her breasts. The magical girl lowered her mouth to wrap her lips around one of the awaiting nipples. Hikari figured that the change of pace wasn't too bad. Getting to feel Hilda go from thrashing to escape to arching her back in uncontrolled pleasure as she licked, suckled, and massaged away was a joy unto itself.
"Please... please stop. N-no more tickling. I'll tell you everything. Anything y-you want. Just p-please, please stop tickling me..." Hilda wheezed. Hikari glanced up in annoyance. The brief break to enjoy Hilda's breasts had given her toy more of a break from the tickling than she'd wanted. She sat up and watched her victim take the few precious seconds she'd been given to wheeze for breath.
"Mmmmm... Nope! I think you sound so much better screaming than talking." Her original intent to extract information on Hilda's group forgotten in the newfound joy of tickle torturing her, a cruel smile spread across Hikari's face seeing Hilda's eyes go wide with fear watching her nails start to descend back towards her ticklish tummy. Hilda burst out laughing again the moment her fingers made contact to resume skittering all across every available inch of her stomach.
Fantasies of tickle torturing Hilda ran wild through Hikari's head. She saw herself reducing the villainess to little more than an instrument, being forced to laugh, shriek, and giggle as she demanded through skillful use of her fingers. Her victim guffawed from some stomach kneading before being made to yelp by her hands unexpectedly lunging down to squeeze her hips. The rib tickling didn't get quite the right pitch of frenzied laughter that she wanted, so she experimented with varying the pressure of her fingers tapping up and down her ribs until she got it right. Hilda's renewed begging her to stop added a nice vocal component to the song of ticklish suffering she was playing.
Hikari's gaze wandered down while she continued to tickle torture Hilda. The only place under her she hadn't touched over the half hour or so she'd been tickling her had been Hilda's crotch. She grinned with amusement seeing the woman's panties stained with unwilling arousal from the non-stop torture. That was going to be something she was going to have so much fun taunting her about. She let her fingers of one hand roam down to tap dance on Hilda's stomach on the way down to her groin. The other hand reached over to grab the small knife in preparation to cut away the last remaining piece of the villainess's underwear. She wasn't going to be satisfied until she'd made every last part of the woman her toy, and teasing her exposed pussy felt like an especially, wonderfully enjoyable way to make her suffer.
Hikari was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of the room's phone ringing. She glared in annoyance at the machine. A sound that wasn't related to Hilda's suffering wasn't welcome. The magical girl hopped off the bed to pick up the phone, fully intent on telling whoever was on the other end not to bother her.
"Hello, this is the front desk. We're calling to inform you about some noise complaints we've been getting about your room. Would you like to upgrade to one of our soundproofed rooms?" Hikari blinked in confusion. She slowly looked over at the bound woman she'd just been having so much fun torturing, out the window, and around the room. Her face transitioned from an annoyed scowl to a blushing, embarrassed look of horror as it dawned on her what she'd just been doing.
"N-no, that won't be necessary! I was just about to leave," she said into the phone before slamming it back down into its receiver. She rushed around the room gathering her personal effects before unlocking Hilda's cuffs with the keys she'd been provided. Her face burned with shame. She couldn't believe she'd just done that. The idea that she'd not only been ruthlessly torturing another woman, but had enjoyed it like nothing else she'd ever done before appalled her.
"Now take that as a warning and don't do anything bad ever again!" she panickedly shouted over her shoulder on her way out before slamming the door closed behind her.
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Hilda calmly stood up and picked up her clothes from where they'd been discarded. The long cuts in them rendered them basically useless, but they'd have to do for now. It wasn't like she was going to waltz off to the nearest clothing store to buy replacements in just a pair of panties. After putting them on she walked over to the window of the hotel. She watched Hikari hurry away until the magical girl was out of sight, then walked over to the bed to lay face down with her head buried in the pillow.
"Hikari... you... you... COWARD!" she screamed into the pillow. "If you're going to go that far then finish the job! Just how horrible do you have to be to toy with me like that then just leave me hanging? When you have a woman tied up you're supposed to strip her, toy with her until she's crying for mercy, and... and..." Hilda's voice petered out as she went bright red with embarrassment over her own imagined scenario. The 22-year-old villainess making national news as a rising threat to society was reduced to rolling around on the bed hugging the pillow to her chest and kicking her legs in frustration like a teenager undergoing the double whammy of being both grounded and having their cellphone taken away purely by her own perverted fantasies.
It'd been love at first sight. Hilda had been head over heels for Hikari ever since she'd first seen the magical girl beat another villain group into submission. She felt like she should've been happy that her plan to become a villain herself in order to gain the magical girl's attention had made some progress for once, but the sexual frustration of the two of them stopping partway through was leaving her even more unsatisfied than before. She hated getting so close yet ultimately being denied like that. The tickle torture had certainly been unexpected and horrible, but she couldn't deny getting a rush out of being put in a situation where Hikari had had complete control over her like that.
The only question in Hilda's mind now was what had she liked most: the sheer sadistic glee on her crush's face and feeling of being forced to submit to her every touch, or that adorable look of embarrassment after she'd snapped back to her senses.
"Why not both?" she eventually decided. "I could kidnap her. Tickle torture and humiliate her to her breaking point, then 'accidentally' slip up and hand her an opportunity to get revenge on a silver platter. I'm sure she'd be nice and motivated to go all the way then." Plans were already forming in the villainess's head. Hilda's mood improved considerably imagining how it'd all play out. She couldn't wait, both to get to have Hikari all to herself and to see how cruel the magical girl would be to her after being sufficiently motivated to torture her as revenge.
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So I went ahead and made it as blatant a stupid excuse plot as I could.
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Hikari's sword slammed into the pavement to try and break her momentum, leaving a long gash in the sidewalk she'd undoubtedly have to apologize for later. She stood up and glared at her opponent. Randomly meeting a villain while out shopping wasn't something she'd been expecting. It was proving to be quickly spoiling her weekend. She raised her sword and leveled it back at her target.
A sword wasn't typically what came to Hikari's mind when someone said the phrase "magical girl". To her, magical girls meant pink hair, frilly clothes, and firing lasers made out of concentrated love to one-shot agents of evil. So the 20-year-old college student felt she could be reasonably annoyed that she'd ended up acquiring exactly none of those after becoming one. The big floating light thing in her dreams had simply saddled her with pure white hair that reached her waist, grey eyes, and a giant pitch black sword without any input on what she wanted. A giant sword that admittedly defied the laws of physics to be impossibly light and could cut through nearly anything, but she couldn't help but feel like she'd somehow gotten her hands on a weapon out of a fantasy game rather than a magical girl anime. Her magical girl outfit, if it could even be called that, certainly didn't help matters. A depressingly normal looking monochromatic outfit consisting of a white long sleeved shirt, grey miniskirt, black tights, and sneakers was pretty much as far away from a colorful, frilly dress decorated with hearts as she could imagine. The magical girl had to admit that she found it hard to get motivated for the job when nothing lined up to what she'd expected it to be like this.
"Ah, what's wrong? Not feeling it today? Tell you what, I'll let you off for today if you lick my shoe soles and ask nicely." Hikari glared at the villain throwing out the taunts. Standing a dozen or so feet away from her was her archnemesis, Hilda. She'd stumbled across the blonde-haired blue-eyed German villainess robbing a bank while window shopping. Hilda was dressed in her teams' uniform of a long black trench coat with stylized red markings, a demon mask that looked like it'd been bought out of a cheap Halloween store, and form fitting jeans. Hikari hated her with a passion. Not only were Hilda's psychic powers a terrible match up for her, it was difficult to win when she wasn't able to get close enough to the criminal to smack her around with her sword, she was honestly starting to believe that the woman was stalking her. Hilda only ever seemed to cause trouble whenever Hikari was in the area. It gave the magical girl the impression that the woman was deliberately harassing her.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Hilda's giant E cup breasts made her own C cups look small by comparison. Nothing at all.
"In your dreams," Hikari spat. She readied her sword to cross the distance and barely got two steps into her charge before stumbling from an unexpected voice.
"Ohmygodohmygod, it's, like, a real superhero and villain fight! Look, dear. It's a superhero and villain fighting just like they said!" Hikari turned to see an excited American tourist tugging at whom she could only assume to be her boyfriend's arm and wildly gesticulating towards them.
"Erm, yes. It is. Could you please step back? It's about to get dangerous here," Hikari called out. Rather than heed her warning, the woman ran across the street to excitedly grab her hand.
"Are you having a big climactic duel now? Oh that's so exciting! You're going to exchange blows and throw out big attacks and go back and forth and then defeat her then you'll take her in for a really intense interrogation scenewherethingswillgethotandsteamyandthetwoofyouwillrealizeyourloveforeachotherandloseyourselvesinthethroesofpassionand-" Hikari's head was starting to hurt. The entire situation was simply too ridiculous for her already quickly degrading temper to withstand. Her headache was growing steadily worse thanks to the fact that the tourist was talking faster the more excited she got and got more excited the more she spoke. She looked over at the woman's companion for help, but he only mouthed "Sorry" and made an apologetic hand gesture at her.
"Yes. Yes, that's exactly right." Salvation unexpectedly came in the form of Hilda speaking up. Hikari glanced over at her most hated enemy. She couldn't tell if she was happy or not to see the villainess just as non-plussed by the situation as she was. She watched Hilda steel her resolve and point at her. She'd never seen a more obvious display of a person playing along just to get someone annoying to leave. "I'm trusting you here, Hikari. Don't kill me and don't do anything painful to interrogate me. I hate pain. I'll start crying if you do!"
"You're seriously okay with this!?"
"What sort of person would I be if I looked into such hopeful eyes and let them down?"
"...a villain?" Hilda pointedly ignored her barb. Hikari sighed in defeat. The entire situation was stupid. She just wanted to get this over with and go home. The magical girl shook off the still rambling tourist and charged forward to use the flat side of her sword to lay out Hilda with a hearty whack to the head.
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"Tell me where you hideout is located or I'll cut off your bra," Hikari threatened.
"Never!"
Hikari was admittedly at a bit of a loss over what to do. She'd somehow managed to bear the looks she'd gotten as she carried Hilda to the nearest love hotel and rented a room. Hilda now lay spread eagle on the four poster bed with her wrists and ankles bound with leather cuffs she had rented at the front desk.
As much as she wanted to, Hikari felt like she probably shouldn't just walk away and leave Hilda tied up for someone else to find. Not only would that be passing up a golden opportunity to gain intel on the villainess's group, the magical girl had the sinking feeling that doing so would only result in Hilda chasing her down and whining her ear off about not doing the whole magical girl versus villains thing properly again. But that left her wondering how she was even going to interrogate the bound woman in front of her.
Pain was right out the window. Hilda's threat to start crying aside, actually hurting somebody made her uncomfortable even in the context of a fight, to say nothing of outright torture. The only idea that had managed to pop into the magical girl's head was to try and embarrass the villainess into submission by threatening to slowly strip her one piece of clothing at a time and take pictures of her tied up if she refused to talk. Except it looked depressingly like the only thing it was achieving was making her feel like a massive pervert while Hilda didn't seem to particularly mind. If anything, her captive looked like she was looking forward to having the job finished to be left completely naked. It wasn't even like she had any backup plan for how to continue the interrogation if Hilda didn't crack from this.
The two glared at each other in silence. Hikari eventually sighed with frustration. This was going nowhere. After gathering the courage to take the plunge and take off another woman's underwear, she started to try and reach under Hilda to unhook the her bra. And was caught completely off guard feeling Hilda go rigid the moment her fingers made contact with her ribs. She experimented with pressing her fingers into the soft flesh in between the ribs and watched with wonder as the woman squirmed with discomfort from her touch.
"Stop that," Hilda complained. "If you're going to strip me then just get on with it."
Hilda's complaint only made Hikari apply her fingers more vigorously. She figured it was worth it to keep going purely because it seemed to be making Hilda uncomfortable, and it was proving to be surprisingly fun to watch the villainess flinch as she continued to poke around her exposed rib cage anyways. Seeing her enemy's eyes squeeze shut and her face go beet red trying to keep from giggling made her wonder how long she could drag this out before her victim cracked. She changed tactics to applying the very tips of her nails as lightly as possible to the tender spaces in between each ribs. Several minutes of light teasing eventually rewarded her with the dam breaking.
"Tehehehehe! Stohohohop! Noho tihihahahackling! Stohohohp it! STOHOHOPHAHAHA!" Hikari felt a rush of joy when Hilda finally lost it. Hearing the woman who had given her so much grief over the past couple months beg her to stop was music to her ears. She wanted to hear more. Her fingers went from lightly scratching with her nails to digging in with the pads to push and vibrate as fast as she could. Listening to Hilda's giggling transform into all out laughter felt even better than the giggling had.
The only thing getting in the way was that Hilda twisting away from her hands was proving more effective at dislodging her fingers than she'd like. Hikari clambered onto the bed to straddle her victim. Not only did sitting on the villainess's thighs help lock down her struggling, the magical girl found that she enjoyed feeling the woman buck and writhe under her. It made her feel a strange, addicting rush of power. Ideas were blooming in her head surveying the ticklish canvas squirming under her as she continued to abuse Hilda's sensitive ribs.
Hikari was torn after letting her fingers wander down to explore Hilda's belly. Putting her whole hand to work kneading as much of the soft flesh under her as she could forced her toy to let out a wonderful deep laugh and buck as hard as possible to unseat her. But tracing the tips of her fingernails around the outer edge of her bellybutton elicited an utterly delicious look of fear on Hilda's face accompanied by attempts to suck her tummy in to get the nail away from her. Up until, that is, Hikari let her finger slip inside of the waiting bellybutton to force her victim to scream with laughter and resume thrashing about to get it out. She honestly couldn't figure out whether she liked the constant steady torture of the kneading or toying with Hilda's emotions with the bellybutton tickling better. She settled on alternating between the two over the next couple minutes, swapping between them as she felt would cause Hilda the most distress at the moment.
"You must really love this, you're laughing up a storm!" Hikari taunted as she let her fingers roam up to scrabble inside Hilda's exposed armpits. Hilda's response was only more howls of laughter, her face twisted into a permanent wide open smile with peals of high pitched laughter pouring out. Hikari belated realized that the woman wasn't begging her to stop anymore. She kinda missed it. She'd been so absorbed in trying out new approaches on how to tickle her that she hadn't been paying too much attention, but it now felt like something was missing now that she wasn't extracting pleas for mercy that she could enjoy ignoring.
'Ah well, let's just call "Not begging me to stop" a punishable offense,' Hikari thought to herself. She watched Hilda's massive E cup breasts shake under her in the woman's continued struggles to escape further tickling with envy. 'Those things most certainly are as well.' She briefly stopped tickling to pull out the knife she'd been using to cut away Hilda's clothes. A swift cut was all it took to leave the massive breasts spilling out into the open.
Hearing Hilda's agonized laughter had left Hikari feeling increasingly turned on. Seeing the engorged nipples crowning her victim's breasts was too much for her to handle. Her hands stopped scratching at her toy's armpits to reach over and seize her breasts. The magical girl lowered her mouth to wrap her lips around one of the awaiting nipples. Hikari figured that the change of pace wasn't too bad. Getting to feel Hilda go from thrashing to escape to arching her back in uncontrolled pleasure as she licked, suckled, and massaged away was a joy unto itself.
"Please... please stop. N-no more tickling. I'll tell you everything. Anything y-you want. Just p-please, please stop tickling me..." Hilda wheezed. Hikari glanced up in annoyance. The brief break to enjoy Hilda's breasts had given her toy more of a break from the tickling than she'd wanted. She sat up and watched her victim take the few precious seconds she'd been given to wheeze for breath.
"Mmmmm... Nope! I think you sound so much better screaming than talking." Her original intent to extract information on Hilda's group forgotten in the newfound joy of tickle torturing her, a cruel smile spread across Hikari's face seeing Hilda's eyes go wide with fear watching her nails start to descend back towards her ticklish tummy. Hilda burst out laughing again the moment her fingers made contact to resume skittering all across every available inch of her stomach.
Fantasies of tickle torturing Hilda ran wild through Hikari's head. She saw herself reducing the villainess to little more than an instrument, being forced to laugh, shriek, and giggle as she demanded through skillful use of her fingers. Her victim guffawed from some stomach kneading before being made to yelp by her hands unexpectedly lunging down to squeeze her hips. The rib tickling didn't get quite the right pitch of frenzied laughter that she wanted, so she experimented with varying the pressure of her fingers tapping up and down her ribs until she got it right. Hilda's renewed begging her to stop added a nice vocal component to the song of ticklish suffering she was playing.
Hikari's gaze wandered down while she continued to tickle torture Hilda. The only place under her she hadn't touched over the half hour or so she'd been tickling her had been Hilda's crotch. She grinned with amusement seeing the woman's panties stained with unwilling arousal from the non-stop torture. That was going to be something she was going to have so much fun taunting her about. She let her fingers of one hand roam down to tap dance on Hilda's stomach on the way down to her groin. The other hand reached over to grab the small knife in preparation to cut away the last remaining piece of the villainess's underwear. She wasn't going to be satisfied until she'd made every last part of the woman her toy, and teasing her exposed pussy felt like an especially, wonderfully enjoyable way to make her suffer.
Hikari was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of the room's phone ringing. She glared in annoyance at the machine. A sound that wasn't related to Hilda's suffering wasn't welcome. The magical girl hopped off the bed to pick up the phone, fully intent on telling whoever was on the other end not to bother her.
"Hello, this is the front desk. We're calling to inform you about some noise complaints we've been getting about your room. Would you like to upgrade to one of our soundproofed rooms?" Hikari blinked in confusion. She slowly looked over at the bound woman she'd just been having so much fun torturing, out the window, and around the room. Her face transitioned from an annoyed scowl to a blushing, embarrassed look of horror as it dawned on her what she'd just been doing.
"N-no, that won't be necessary! I was just about to leave," she said into the phone before slamming it back down into its receiver. She rushed around the room gathering her personal effects before unlocking Hilda's cuffs with the keys she'd been provided. Her face burned with shame. She couldn't believe she'd just done that. The idea that she'd not only been ruthlessly torturing another woman, but had enjoyed it like nothing else she'd ever done before appalled her.
"Now take that as a warning and don't do anything bad ever again!" she panickedly shouted over her shoulder on her way out before slamming the door closed behind her.
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Hilda calmly stood up and picked up her clothes from where they'd been discarded. The long cuts in them rendered them basically useless, but they'd have to do for now. It wasn't like she was going to waltz off to the nearest clothing store to buy replacements in just a pair of panties. After putting them on she walked over to the window of the hotel. She watched Hikari hurry away until the magical girl was out of sight, then walked over to the bed to lay face down with her head buried in the pillow.
"Hikari... you... you... COWARD!" she screamed into the pillow. "If you're going to go that far then finish the job! Just how horrible do you have to be to toy with me like that then just leave me hanging? When you have a woman tied up you're supposed to strip her, toy with her until she's crying for mercy, and... and..." Hilda's voice petered out as she went bright red with embarrassment over her own imagined scenario. The 22-year-old villainess making national news as a rising threat to society was reduced to rolling around on the bed hugging the pillow to her chest and kicking her legs in frustration like a teenager undergoing the double whammy of being both grounded and having their cellphone taken away purely by her own perverted fantasies.
It'd been love at first sight. Hilda had been head over heels for Hikari ever since she'd first seen the magical girl beat another villain group into submission. She felt like she should've been happy that her plan to become a villain herself in order to gain the magical girl's attention had made some progress for once, but the sexual frustration of the two of them stopping partway through was leaving her even more unsatisfied than before. She hated getting so close yet ultimately being denied like that. The tickle torture had certainly been unexpected and horrible, but she couldn't deny getting a rush out of being put in a situation where Hikari had had complete control over her like that.
The only question in Hilda's mind now was what had she liked most: the sheer sadistic glee on her crush's face and feeling of being forced to submit to her every touch, or that adorable look of embarrassment after she'd snapped back to her senses.
"Why not both?" she eventually decided. "I could kidnap her. Tickle torture and humiliate her to her breaking point, then 'accidentally' slip up and hand her an opportunity to get revenge on a silver platter. I'm sure she'd be nice and motivated to go all the way then." Plans were already forming in the villainess's head. Hilda's mood improved considerably imagining how it'd all play out. She couldn't wait, both to get to have Hikari all to herself and to see how cruel the magical girl would be to her after being sufficiently motivated to torture her as revenge.
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