Rather than waste time wondering how the heck the pink-haired kunoichi got out of your sleeping spell without your say so (or at least, you DON'T recall lifting it earlier today or something) or the fact that, somehow, her knee-high, boot-style sandals are already half removed, you decide to roll with the circumstances and advance in her bound form's direction; there'll be time to check on the dungeon's security measures later.
"Not to sound chauvinistic or anything, but I must say it still surprises me the kind of vocabulary one can hear from such pretty little things like you, Sakura-chan" You say with a casual and comfortable flair to your voice as you reach the feisty girl and crouch by her restrained feet.
"WHAT THE...WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! WHERE THE HELL AM I?! WHY THE HELL DID YOU KIDNAP ME?!" She irately screeches in response, venom dripping from her every word, causing you to wince a little at the volume.
"Geez, if she can reach these notes with conscious screaming, I'm actually a little wary of going deaf once I get to work on her and have her howling" You think a bit nervously, pondering the notion of putting a gag on her before going any further. Although that's only on the inside; outwardly you keep your cool and answer her with superb smoothness at the same time you apply yourself in relieving her of her footwear the rest of the way; something the enraged ninja makes sure to fervently protest about "While my name is of no importance, you may think of me as a...collector of sorts; specifically a collector of beauties such as yourself. In regard to your second question, I'll inform you you now reside in my special dungeon as a part of said collection. As to why..." The word is let hang in the air for a few moments while you watch her adorable footsies scrunch and wiggle about in their struggle "Being blunt: you're one of my new tickle slaves!"
"ONE OF YOUR WHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAA!!!"
Sakura's outraged scream is forcibly turned into peals of laughter as your eager fingers get to work; skittering all over her silky soles without reluctance or shame. Your smile turns absolutely giddy as you watch, nigh mesmerized, at the way the movements of her captive extremities becomes erratic and desperate in mere seconds as she tries to evade your assault; practically swinging every which way while her cute toes curl and splay every couple touches of your digits.
"Gotta love the leftovers of her fangirl tendencies; she must take weekly pedicures at least to keep them in such a good state while living the ninja lifestyle" It's a most pleasing thought, since it meant virtually none of her feet's sensitivity had ever been lost due to damage and abuse "Yup! That's right, Sakura-chan, as of now you have become my pink-haired, ninja tickle toy! Which means these two ticklish beauties, along with the rest of you, are MINE to play with!" You taunt her and put a bit more vigor into the treatment; causing her guffaws to escalate even further "Don't feel too bad though, I also nabbed a few of your little friends! If you behave, I could arrange a joint session with one or two of them later on"
"AAAHAHAHAA YOU-YOUHUHUHUUGH BASTARD! AHAHAH YOU DAHAHAAAMN CREEHEHEEEHEP! STOP! STOHOHOOOPP THIS INSTANT! AHAHAHAAA!" The tortured girl howls in unwilling mirth; obviously angry at her fate and the news about her comrades "LEA-LEAAAHEHEHEVE MY FEET ALONEEEE! EEEEHEHEHEHEHE! EEEEK!"
The tickle torture continues for around ten minutes, that no doubt felt like an eternity to the ticklee, until the delightful sound of her roaring laughter started to die down and her feet's struggle began to lose spirit. Not wanting to finish your first session with the bubblegum-haired cutie so soon, you diminish the intensity of her treatment so your fingers' unhinged dance are now just tenderly stroking and scratching her flushed soles. Because of it, while her pretty laugh still fills the room, it now is nothing more than soft giggles and squeaks.
"Ah, now that was a good first round. Y'know, most people say the best tickle sessions start slow and steadily increase the intensity...but your footsies are just too lovely, Sakura-chan!" You state, briefly adding speed to your fingers' scribbling on her smooth arches; causing her to bite down a squeal from the sound of things.
"Eheheheheheh! Shut-Shuhuhuhuhut up! IIIIhihihihih!" The girl replies; still giggling tiredly while putting up a barely decent fight to get her soles away from you "You...eheheheheh...you had your...ihihihih,,,your fun! So quit it alreadyyyhihihihih! Eek! Stop tihihickling meeehehehehe!"
"Aww, but we've just gotten started! You don't expect me to believe this is all you can take" You say in taunt, pouting childishly as you attempt to goad her fiery temper to reemerge...but she simply continues to laugh without bothering to give a response "Ok, seriously, this can't be all she has to give. I mean, I know her stamina's never been the greatest, but after training with Tsunade she should be much better than this! Then again, with her chakra blocked while in here..." You think, somewhat disappointed.
A couple minutes later, not seeing the point of teasing her beautiful tootsies with such subdued reactions, you decide to give her a break to fully catch her breath, though not without rapidly clicking your tongue admonishingly several times.
"In all honesty, Sakura-chan, I'm kinda disappointed. We're gonna have to put some real work into your endurance"
"Huff...screw...huff...you"
You chuckle at her panting response and stand up from your crouched position so you can stretch. Really, you could've lasted a whole lot longer holding yourself like that, since you've got the practice, but might as well make use of the reprieve. The next five minutes, just to be sure, are spent like this; with you feasting your eyes on the delightful sight of her flushed soles scrunching and stretching as she curls and uncurls her adorable toes. Unable to resist a second longer you, devious grin everlasting, reach for the small table beside her and grab the feather resting atop it; then, without any fanfare, trace the wrinkles that form on her soles the next time they scrunch.
"EEP! Ehehehe! NO! You perverted jerk! Ahahahahaaaah! Not again!" The captive ninja's response is instant as her laughter fills the tickle room once again; not too loudly, though, since you keep the feather's touch light and sweet. There'll be time for intensity later and, as you came to find out, you don't want to tire her out too quickly "IIIIIhihihihiiihi! Why can't...eheeeeh!...Why can't you juhuhust cut it ouuhuhuhuuut! Ahahahah!"
"Sorry, sweetie, but breaks can't last forever. And I already told you: your feet are too lovely not to tease!" You gleefully respond. The following minutes are invested on tracing all sorts of patterns over her pampered soles with your trusty feather; spending a few seconds on one foot before switching to the other. By doing so, you come to learn that the closer to her cute toes you go, the higher pitch her laughter reaches "I think it's about time I exploit that" You think mischievously as you abandon your current zone of focus, her right heel, and slowly but firmly zig-zag your way down. At the same time, your other hand takes hold of her wiggling toes and pulls them back.
"Hey whahahat are you...?! Wait! NO! Nohohohoo! Eheheheh, stay awahaahahahay from my toes!"
"Yeeaah, no" You answer nonchalantly, before dragging the feather along the base of her piggies. An bonafide banshee screech erupts from her lips at the sensation, causing you to cringe, which soon evolves into bouts of bellowing guffaws "I'd have to be crazy to pass up playing with such deliciously ticklish toesies. And I can assure you that, while perverted,mI am no nut-job" You add, running your chosen tool over the same area a couple more times, then moving on to the other foot to give it the same treatment.
Fifteen minutes fly by in this manner, you using the feather to torment her poor toes from any angle you could think of; the base, the tips, the tops, even the joints and in between them by sporadically skittering your digits over her soles to force the young woman to wiggle, stretch, and splay 'em.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA! STOOOOPP! STOHOHOHOHOOOP! PLEAAHAHAHASEE! STOP NOOOHOHOHOW! AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" Sakura screamed, her hysteric voice being a mixture between laughing and sobbing as it'd been after the first five consecutive minutes.
"Hmm...tell ya what, Sakura-chan, I'll consider giving you another break if and only if, you ask for it nicely" You reply impishly while you use your free hand to force her left foot into a curled position and continuously tease the wrinkles that form with the very tip of your feather "And to do that, you have to acknowledge me...as your master"
"WHAAAHAHAHAT?!" She responds in outrage, though cackling nonstop still.
"A-yup! I'm placing the power to put the fun on hold completely onto you. All you gotta do is ask: 'Can my sexy feet please have a break, master?' Or anything along those lines...and I promise we'll stop for a little while"
"MMMHMHM...YoUHUHUuhuhuuu are OUHUHUHUT of your FUHUHUHUCKING mindehehehEHEHEHE!" As the kunoichi responds, you take note of how she's obviously trying to diminish her roaring laughter to try and act tough. She fails miserably, but the extra surge of feistiness is most welcome.
"Suit yourself" You reply, changing your last treatment to her other foot, except, additionally, you turn the feather around in order to use the quill. It immediately sends her back to wailing and howling "We can just keep going until you pass out, then!" After all, you have fun either way.
"NOOOOOOOOO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"
SO, what happens next?
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