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The moon was high, a silver crescent against the black backdrop of the sky. Far below, a small group of figures were camped out, awaiting daybreak. One of these figures stood up, against the campfire she stood tall. Her slender silhouette dark against the blaze. Turning towards the woods, her large tail moved silently over the grass, and ears focused on a sound in the distance.
“Ahri?” Another member of the group questioned.
“Somethings approaching, quickly. Could the Enclave have picked up pursuit this quickly? Armor up, Grace, if they’ve managed to gather intel on our position, then we can’t afford to run”.
Reaching down, Ahri pressed a switch on her belt. Humming slightly, a cloak of armor formed around her body. Taking its form tight against her body. Turning towards Grace, who had equipped a similar suit, Ahri reached for her rifle propped against a nearby rock.
Straining her hearing, Ahri could hear the sound of a vehicle approaching fast. The noise got closer, more apparent. Quickly the sound was overhead as an aircraft struck across the sky, the noise from its engines deafening. Ahri and Grace flattened their ears against the sound and shut their eyes against the sudden wind from the aircraft. Just as quickly as the aircraft was over, Ahri felt something wrap against her body. Struggling, she cried out in attempt to warn Grace.
“IT WAS A TRAP, RUN!”
As her cry let out she found herself fall unconscious and collapsed against the grass.
Briefly, Ahri felt herself being carried and dropped onto a platform, then engines roared to life as she was lifted into the air and carried away.
With cloudy vision and a worse feeling in her head, Ahri awoke with a jolt. Paralyzed, she found herself unable to move her body. Looking around with her eyes, the room appeared to be part of a medical facility. Bright lights against white tiles on the walls. Equipment and talked laid against the wall on the far side of the room, organized carefully and meticulously. Monitors flashed on the opposite side, showing statistics and numbers unknown to Ahri. The only identifying marker in the room was on the door, and the sight of it made Ahri quiver in a fear never felt before. “The Hisa Enclave” was painted onto the doorway, as though staring at her, taunting her.
Attempting to move again, Ahri found that she was not paralyzed, but restrained. Large straps bound her to the bed she lay on, restricting her movement completely. She was robed in a white, skintight jumpsuit, her gear unavailable to her. Trying to struggle, Ahri tried using her strength to break free, but gave up when they remained secure.
Minutes passed and the only sound was the hum of machinery until the door slid open with a hiss and a man and a woman entered the room. The man was human, wearing a lab coat with military insignia on the sleeves. The woman was like Ahri, with a dark red tail flowing behind her and equally red hair and ears coming from her head. She was wearing a similar white coat and pants, but with a more secretive look about her.
Ahri stared as they crossed the room towards her. The man broke the choking silence first. “You’ve been a busy woman. You and your group of friends have caused quite the ruckus at the capital. It’s a shame it will have been for nothing. Now… I’m wanting to make sure this doesn’t happen again, and I need some… information. Think you could help me with that?”
“Why on earth would I give you any information? You, the Enclave, everyone involved has been corrupted to the core. Why the Hell would I do anything for you?”
“Well, to protect your comrades and friends of course”. He replied with a sly smile. “What would happen if they tried to attack again and they were all slaughtered in the fighting. I don’t think you’d want that, now would you”?
“You have no idea what we are capable of. And I think every one of us would agree that they would rather die with honor”.
“Shame… well we have ways of getting information from people”. He gestured over to the woman, who had been sitting back observing until then. “I’ll leave her to you, Tori. You know what we need”.
With that, he exited the room and the door slowly shut behind him, locking with a click. Tori moved towards the bed, looking over Ahri like a predator looking towards a piece of prey.
“You have been augmented, I’m guessing conventional methods won’t quite work on you, so let’s get creative shall we”? Tori’s words flowed as smooth as butter, but with a sinister undertone that sent shivers down Ahri’s spine.
Putting a hand against her shoulder, Tori felt the skin around Ahri’s body. Knowing no blade could cut through, Ahri was unsure what Tori was thinking.
Tori moved her hand slowly over the collarbone and chest, then dragged a finger between Ahri’s breasts toward her midsection. Reaching her stomach, Tori gave a little flick to the belly button, causing Ahri to jump just a hair.
“Well then, maybe I’ve found something that will work for me”.
Tracing her fingers over the spot again, Tori dragged a nail over the midsection, causing chills to move up Ahri’s back. Ahri tried to not react, but shivered as the sensation struck her.
Repeating the motion, Tori observed the change in facial reactions. Ahri’s face began twisting slightly, but remaining steady.
“Maybe we need to up it a notch, how does that sound”? Tori leaned closer to Ahri’s face and asked her: “Where are the remaining resistance fighters”?
“I would rather die before I give you that information”.
Tori backed away slightly, a sinister smile spread across her lips. “I was hoping you would say that”.
Moving away, Tori drifted her fingers towards Ahri’s body, taunting her with each little movement. Placing her hand on her ribs, Tori lightly dragged her fingers over the smooth material on the suit. The sensation caused Ahri to gasp and squirm slightly in attempt to get away. Tori moved her other hand towards the other side of the bed and held them still momentarily . Looking at Ahri, she smiled as she struck. Light feathery touches caused Ahri to giggle uncontrollably, the melody lighting up the room. Quickly, Ahri realized the trouble she was in and that she wouldn’t be able to stop the tickling sensation that was plaguing her body. As Tori continued to move her fingers, Ahri kept providing the desired result. Digging into her sides slightly harder, Ahri arched her back and let out an uncontrolled laugh, unable to hold it in.
“My, my, what do we have here? I think I’ve found something here. But I don’t think you’re ready to tell me what I want to know, are you? It’s a good thing I’ve got nothing but time. I can be patient and get whatever I want from you. Hopefully you’re ready”.
Tori gave Ahri a quick look before heading over to the table across the room. Examining the tools laid out in front of her she took her time and pondered. Ahri laid on the table, unable to move, and let out a silent plea for her friends to find her before she was forced to give up information that could lead to the demise of the resistance.
Tori turned around and waved a large, black, frilly feather, its tendrils shivering with every step taken towards Ahri. Looking down at her, Tori grabbed the fabric suit and tore a section of the upper body off, leaving Ahri’s torso completely exposed. Waving the feather in the air above, Tori slowly lowered it onto Ahri’s stomach and slowly began dragging it across the smooth skin. Instantly Ahri was taken over by the sensation, the air being filled be quiet little giggles that caused her stomach to squirm around. The feeling was electrifying, as each of the soft tendrils passed over the skin.
Moving around, Tori brushed the feather against Ahri’s sides, causing melodic laughter to fill the air once more.
“So sweet, so succulent that laugh or is, I could just do this all day. Now, if you want me to stop, you know what I need from you”. Tori stopped briefly, allowing Ahri to catch her breath.
“Why would I tell you? If you knew their location, my friends and family would be executed. Just like before”. Ahri was speaking through hard breaths, still trying to catch her breath.
“Oh, you poor thing. Well then, I’ll just have to keep going then, won’t I”? Tori said in a sly and teasing manner.
Ahri braced as Tori threateningly hovered the feather over her again. Suddenly, she dropped the feather and began brutally attacking Ahri’s sides, scribbling her nails viciously across the skin. Ahri let out a loud squeal and bucked her hips, as laughter came bubbling from her mouth, no longer able to maintain any composure. Tori’s touch was electrifying, releasing wave after wave of ticklish stimulation as each finger did their part. Tori moved her hands towards Ahri’s stomach and began scribbling her fingers and moving her hands in a circular pattern around the midriff. Ahri’s muscles tried to shrink away from Tori’s tickling fingers, slowly driving her mad. Then it stopped.
Breathless and gasping for air, Ahri opened her eyes and looked towards her tormenter. Tori was looking at her with a look of ecstasy on her face. As Ahri regained what little composure she could, she could see that Tori was ready to launch another assault on her body.
Moving away from Ahri’s midsection, Tori ran her fingers down her thighs, causing small forced giggles and twitches. Giving a small squeeze right above the knee, Ahri let out a squeal and tried to twist away. Continuing down, Tori worked her way to the end of the bed, where Ahri’s feet were covered, but exposed from the restraints. Tori took one finger and traced a single line from the heel to the big toe of Ahri’s foot, causing a squealing laughter.
Intrigued, Tori went and crouched against the end of the bed. Taking her foot in hand, the other hand lightly spidered across the foot. Explosive laughter burst from Ahri’s chest as she strained her legs, trying anything to get away from Tori’s tickling fingers, to no success. The restraints held strong and nothing could be done to defend against this assault.
“P-please! No more!” Ahri began begging Tori to cease her attack, speaking brokenly through her uncontrolled laughter.
“Aww, is someone ready to give me some information?” Tori teased, slowly walking towards the head of the bed.
Still regaining her breath, Ahri pleaded, whimpering. “Please, n-no more”.
Leaning closely to her ear, Tori whispered, “Just tell me what I need to know and I’ll stop”.
“I can’t, I can’t betray my friends, just please stop.” Ahri pleaded and whimpered, guessing that her cries were falling on deaf ears.
“Well, you see, I’m under orders to get this information from you. And you have such an adorable little laugh, why would I just stop this. You know how to get it to stop, just tell me what I want to know”.
Moving from the bed, Tori walked towards the table again, choosing her next weapon of ticklish destruction. Picking up a small bristles brush, she began moving back towards the bed, a mischievous look in her eyes.
“What do you think, am I going to get what I want or will I have to keep this up”?
“Please… no…” Ahri pleaded. At this Tori pressed a small button on the brush, it began vibrating and made a high pitched buzzing sound as she moved towards her feet once more.
“No no no no no, please not that”, Ahri’s protests fell on deaf ears and Tori removed the tight fabric covering her feet. Ahri shivered as the fresh cooler air washed over her feet, which had sweat a little bit during the previous attack. Her toes flexed out and scrunched up, getting used to the change in temperature.
Tori knelt down next to the bed and slowly moved the brush onto Ahri’s foot. Upon contact, Ahri jumped, a screaming laugh erupting from her lungs. The brush moved quickly and brutally, moving into every little crevice, touching on every toe and taking on the sole like it was trying to clean every speck of dust on the surface of her feet.
Ahri continued her laughter, losing her mind as the brush sent Shockwave though out the body. Causing convulsions as every nerve in her body was reacting to the torture on her feet. Every time the brush moved a new wave of fresh laughter would come with it. Begging in between laughter, Ahri pleaded against her torment, but Tori stood strong, moving the brush like it was magic. Working every small section of her feet.
As Ahri thought she was going to pass out, the door slid open once more. A soldier entered and quietly whispered something towards Tori.
“Well, it seems to be your lucky day, somehow your friends managed to locate us and the base is being evacuated. I’ll see you again when you’re captured next time.” She looked at Ahri and gave a small wink and a devilish smile. Taking one more quick swipe on Ahri’s feet, causing her to jump and squeal one last time.
Gasping for breath, Ahri saw them exit the room. As she was trying to regain her composure, her body still tingling from her experience. The building shook as an explosion rocked the structure. Distant shots were heard and a set of footprints were heard coming down the hall. A figure darted into the room. Similar to Tori and Ahri, this figure had a dark brown tail streaming behind her, and her ears were alert.
“Ahri!” The figure called out to her. Quickly she pulled out an energy weapon and cut through the restraints with ease.
“Kali! How did you find this place”?
“When you were cut off from the communicstion system, we followed your suits tracker. From there it only took a little bit of time to figure out where you were being held. Did anything get leaked?” Kali inquired.
“Nothing yet, you’re right on time”. Ahri was still tingling and twitching as she stood up.
Leaning against Kali, they walked out of the room and towards the remaining rescue squad at the entrance. Collapsing into the seat of the transport vehicle, Ahri immediately fell asleep and leaned against Kali’s shoulder, who had sat beside her. She knew that everything would have to be reported to the bosses, but for now they were all safe and heading home. For now…
“Ahri?” Another member of the group questioned.
“Somethings approaching, quickly. Could the Enclave have picked up pursuit this quickly? Armor up, Grace, if they’ve managed to gather intel on our position, then we can’t afford to run”.
Reaching down, Ahri pressed a switch on her belt. Humming slightly, a cloak of armor formed around her body. Taking its form tight against her body. Turning towards Grace, who had equipped a similar suit, Ahri reached for her rifle propped against a nearby rock.
Straining her hearing, Ahri could hear the sound of a vehicle approaching fast. The noise got closer, more apparent. Quickly the sound was overhead as an aircraft struck across the sky, the noise from its engines deafening. Ahri and Grace flattened their ears against the sound and shut their eyes against the sudden wind from the aircraft. Just as quickly as the aircraft was over, Ahri felt something wrap against her body. Struggling, she cried out in attempt to warn Grace.
“IT WAS A TRAP, RUN!”
As her cry let out she found herself fall unconscious and collapsed against the grass.
Briefly, Ahri felt herself being carried and dropped onto a platform, then engines roared to life as she was lifted into the air and carried away.
With cloudy vision and a worse feeling in her head, Ahri awoke with a jolt. Paralyzed, she found herself unable to move her body. Looking around with her eyes, the room appeared to be part of a medical facility. Bright lights against white tiles on the walls. Equipment and talked laid against the wall on the far side of the room, organized carefully and meticulously. Monitors flashed on the opposite side, showing statistics and numbers unknown to Ahri. The only identifying marker in the room was on the door, and the sight of it made Ahri quiver in a fear never felt before. “The Hisa Enclave” was painted onto the doorway, as though staring at her, taunting her.
Attempting to move again, Ahri found that she was not paralyzed, but restrained. Large straps bound her to the bed she lay on, restricting her movement completely. She was robed in a white, skintight jumpsuit, her gear unavailable to her. Trying to struggle, Ahri tried using her strength to break free, but gave up when they remained secure.
Minutes passed and the only sound was the hum of machinery until the door slid open with a hiss and a man and a woman entered the room. The man was human, wearing a lab coat with military insignia on the sleeves. The woman was like Ahri, with a dark red tail flowing behind her and equally red hair and ears coming from her head. She was wearing a similar white coat and pants, but with a more secretive look about her.
Ahri stared as they crossed the room towards her. The man broke the choking silence first. “You’ve been a busy woman. You and your group of friends have caused quite the ruckus at the capital. It’s a shame it will have been for nothing. Now… I’m wanting to make sure this doesn’t happen again, and I need some… information. Think you could help me with that?”
“Why on earth would I give you any information? You, the Enclave, everyone involved has been corrupted to the core. Why the Hell would I do anything for you?”
“Well, to protect your comrades and friends of course”. He replied with a sly smile. “What would happen if they tried to attack again and they were all slaughtered in the fighting. I don’t think you’d want that, now would you”?
“You have no idea what we are capable of. And I think every one of us would agree that they would rather die with honor”.
“Shame… well we have ways of getting information from people”. He gestured over to the woman, who had been sitting back observing until then. “I’ll leave her to you, Tori. You know what we need”.
With that, he exited the room and the door slowly shut behind him, locking with a click. Tori moved towards the bed, looking over Ahri like a predator looking towards a piece of prey.
“You have been augmented, I’m guessing conventional methods won’t quite work on you, so let’s get creative shall we”? Tori’s words flowed as smooth as butter, but with a sinister undertone that sent shivers down Ahri’s spine.
Putting a hand against her shoulder, Tori felt the skin around Ahri’s body. Knowing no blade could cut through, Ahri was unsure what Tori was thinking.
Tori moved her hand slowly over the collarbone and chest, then dragged a finger between Ahri’s breasts toward her midsection. Reaching her stomach, Tori gave a little flick to the belly button, causing Ahri to jump just a hair.
“Well then, maybe I’ve found something that will work for me”.
Tracing her fingers over the spot again, Tori dragged a nail over the midsection, causing chills to move up Ahri’s back. Ahri tried to not react, but shivered as the sensation struck her.
Repeating the motion, Tori observed the change in facial reactions. Ahri’s face began twisting slightly, but remaining steady.
“Maybe we need to up it a notch, how does that sound”? Tori leaned closer to Ahri’s face and asked her: “Where are the remaining resistance fighters”?
“I would rather die before I give you that information”.
Tori backed away slightly, a sinister smile spread across her lips. “I was hoping you would say that”.
Moving away, Tori drifted her fingers towards Ahri’s body, taunting her with each little movement. Placing her hand on her ribs, Tori lightly dragged her fingers over the smooth material on the suit. The sensation caused Ahri to gasp and squirm slightly in attempt to get away. Tori moved her other hand towards the other side of the bed and held them still momentarily . Looking at Ahri, she smiled as she struck. Light feathery touches caused Ahri to giggle uncontrollably, the melody lighting up the room. Quickly, Ahri realized the trouble she was in and that she wouldn’t be able to stop the tickling sensation that was plaguing her body. As Tori continued to move her fingers, Ahri kept providing the desired result. Digging into her sides slightly harder, Ahri arched her back and let out an uncontrolled laugh, unable to hold it in.
“My, my, what do we have here? I think I’ve found something here. But I don’t think you’re ready to tell me what I want to know, are you? It’s a good thing I’ve got nothing but time. I can be patient and get whatever I want from you. Hopefully you’re ready”.
Tori gave Ahri a quick look before heading over to the table across the room. Examining the tools laid out in front of her she took her time and pondered. Ahri laid on the table, unable to move, and let out a silent plea for her friends to find her before she was forced to give up information that could lead to the demise of the resistance.
Tori turned around and waved a large, black, frilly feather, its tendrils shivering with every step taken towards Ahri. Looking down at her, Tori grabbed the fabric suit and tore a section of the upper body off, leaving Ahri’s torso completely exposed. Waving the feather in the air above, Tori slowly lowered it onto Ahri’s stomach and slowly began dragging it across the smooth skin. Instantly Ahri was taken over by the sensation, the air being filled be quiet little giggles that caused her stomach to squirm around. The feeling was electrifying, as each of the soft tendrils passed over the skin.
Moving around, Tori brushed the feather against Ahri’s sides, causing melodic laughter to fill the air once more.
“So sweet, so succulent that laugh or is, I could just do this all day. Now, if you want me to stop, you know what I need from you”. Tori stopped briefly, allowing Ahri to catch her breath.
“Why would I tell you? If you knew their location, my friends and family would be executed. Just like before”. Ahri was speaking through hard breaths, still trying to catch her breath.
“Oh, you poor thing. Well then, I’ll just have to keep going then, won’t I”? Tori said in a sly and teasing manner.
Ahri braced as Tori threateningly hovered the feather over her again. Suddenly, she dropped the feather and began brutally attacking Ahri’s sides, scribbling her nails viciously across the skin. Ahri let out a loud squeal and bucked her hips, as laughter came bubbling from her mouth, no longer able to maintain any composure. Tori’s touch was electrifying, releasing wave after wave of ticklish stimulation as each finger did their part. Tori moved her hands towards Ahri’s stomach and began scribbling her fingers and moving her hands in a circular pattern around the midriff. Ahri’s muscles tried to shrink away from Tori’s tickling fingers, slowly driving her mad. Then it stopped.
Breathless and gasping for air, Ahri opened her eyes and looked towards her tormenter. Tori was looking at her with a look of ecstasy on her face. As Ahri regained what little composure she could, she could see that Tori was ready to launch another assault on her body.
Moving away from Ahri’s midsection, Tori ran her fingers down her thighs, causing small forced giggles and twitches. Giving a small squeeze right above the knee, Ahri let out a squeal and tried to twist away. Continuing down, Tori worked her way to the end of the bed, where Ahri’s feet were covered, but exposed from the restraints. Tori took one finger and traced a single line from the heel to the big toe of Ahri’s foot, causing a squealing laughter.
Intrigued, Tori went and crouched against the end of the bed. Taking her foot in hand, the other hand lightly spidered across the foot. Explosive laughter burst from Ahri’s chest as she strained her legs, trying anything to get away from Tori’s tickling fingers, to no success. The restraints held strong and nothing could be done to defend against this assault.
“P-please! No more!” Ahri began begging Tori to cease her attack, speaking brokenly through her uncontrolled laughter.
“Aww, is someone ready to give me some information?” Tori teased, slowly walking towards the head of the bed.
Still regaining her breath, Ahri pleaded, whimpering. “Please, n-no more”.
Leaning closely to her ear, Tori whispered, “Just tell me what I need to know and I’ll stop”.
“I can’t, I can’t betray my friends, just please stop.” Ahri pleaded and whimpered, guessing that her cries were falling on deaf ears.
“Well, you see, I’m under orders to get this information from you. And you have such an adorable little laugh, why would I just stop this. You know how to get it to stop, just tell me what I want to know”.
Moving from the bed, Tori walked towards the table again, choosing her next weapon of ticklish destruction. Picking up a small bristles brush, she began moving back towards the bed, a mischievous look in her eyes.
“What do you think, am I going to get what I want or will I have to keep this up”?
“Please… no…” Ahri pleaded. At this Tori pressed a small button on the brush, it began vibrating and made a high pitched buzzing sound as she moved towards her feet once more.
“No no no no no, please not that”, Ahri’s protests fell on deaf ears and Tori removed the tight fabric covering her feet. Ahri shivered as the fresh cooler air washed over her feet, which had sweat a little bit during the previous attack. Her toes flexed out and scrunched up, getting used to the change in temperature.
Tori knelt down next to the bed and slowly moved the brush onto Ahri’s foot. Upon contact, Ahri jumped, a screaming laugh erupting from her lungs. The brush moved quickly and brutally, moving into every little crevice, touching on every toe and taking on the sole like it was trying to clean every speck of dust on the surface of her feet.
Ahri continued her laughter, losing her mind as the brush sent Shockwave though out the body. Causing convulsions as every nerve in her body was reacting to the torture on her feet. Every time the brush moved a new wave of fresh laughter would come with it. Begging in between laughter, Ahri pleaded against her torment, but Tori stood strong, moving the brush like it was magic. Working every small section of her feet.
As Ahri thought she was going to pass out, the door slid open once more. A soldier entered and quietly whispered something towards Tori.
“Well, it seems to be your lucky day, somehow your friends managed to locate us and the base is being evacuated. I’ll see you again when you’re captured next time.” She looked at Ahri and gave a small wink and a devilish smile. Taking one more quick swipe on Ahri’s feet, causing her to jump and squeal one last time.
Gasping for breath, Ahri saw them exit the room. As she was trying to regain her composure, her body still tingling from her experience. The building shook as an explosion rocked the structure. Distant shots were heard and a set of footprints were heard coming down the hall. A figure darted into the room. Similar to Tori and Ahri, this figure had a dark brown tail streaming behind her, and her ears were alert.
“Ahri!” The figure called out to her. Quickly she pulled out an energy weapon and cut through the restraints with ease.
“Kali! How did you find this place”?
“When you were cut off from the communicstion system, we followed your suits tracker. From there it only took a little bit of time to figure out where you were being held. Did anything get leaked?” Kali inquired.
“Nothing yet, you’re right on time”. Ahri was still tingling and twitching as she stood up.
Leaning against Kali, they walked out of the room and towards the remaining rescue squad at the entrance. Collapsing into the seat of the transport vehicle, Ahri immediately fell asleep and leaned against Kali’s shoulder, who had sat beside her. She knew that everything would have to be reported to the bosses, but for now they were all safe and heading home. For now…
