May's Ticklish Interrogation

A pink sky washed over the Hoenn region on the morning of February 25th. May, an up-and-coming Pokémon trainer, had planned to go out to train. Paired with her new partner, Torchic, she headed off into the Petalburg Woods, not far from the Gym in which her Father held the Gym Leader position, to train her new partner up to take on the Pokémon gym challenge.


May's morning had not gone as planned.


A few moments after she got into Petalburg forest, she ran into a Wurmple.

"This battle is over already," She thought to herself, "Torchic has the advantage here!"

What she had not been expecting was a voice coming from behind her and her starter Pokémon.

"Wurmple, String Shot her!"

Her?

Before she could even process what was going on, May felt something thick and sticky wrapping around her ankles, quickly making her lose balance.

"What's--what's going on?!" She shouted, before the same substance was quickly wrapped around her wrists, effectively binding them together.

"I can't believe the luck," The man said, approaching May from behind and seemingly speaking to his Wurmple, "The gym leader's kid, completely oblivious... You're coming with me, girl. You've got a date with our leaders..."

May flailed around, her Torchic trying fruitlessly to help its bound trainer. "Wh-what do you want with me? L-Let me go, this instant! You can't do this!"

"Ugh, Wurmple," The man said, chuckling, "One more string shot--for good measure." With a cry, Wurmple shot more of the string right over May's mouth.

"GH-GHHHNHHHH! GHH CHNGGHOOH!!!" May cried out, her body immobilized. She watched in horror as the strange man, who was dressed in a crimson outfit, throw a black Poké Ball at her Torchic, causing the bird to be trapped, much like she was now. May didn't know what this man's plan was. She didn't know what he wanted from her... he'd mentioned something about her Father, but what did that have to do with anything? She was just training her Pokémon! Were people allowed to ambush you like this?! With tears in her eyes, May watched as the man knelt down in front of her, pulling out a small Poké Ball.

"Don't worry," He said, "We'll be out of here before you know it." She blinked, and before she knew it, an Abra was floating between the two of them.

"Abra," The man said with a smirk, "Back to HQ. Use Teleport."

"Ah-BRA!" With a triumphant cry, Abra's closed eyes started to glow... there was a bright flash, and perhaps it was the force of the teleportation, or the adrenaline pumping throughout her body, or a mixture of both, but May soon felt herself losing consciousness.

Darkness...

When May awoke, she was sure it had to have been a bad dream. A bad dream is all... right?

Unfortunately for her, this was no bad dream.

Looking around, she was in some sort of facility. Computers and technology whirred all around her, with people attending to them. They were all dressed in the same outfit that her kidnapper had been in... May noticed two additional things. Firstly, she was only in her underwear, her shirt and shorts hung up neatly next to her; her shoes on the floor with her long socks tucked inside. Secondly, she noticed that she was hunched over. She was inside of a large device. She couldn't see much of it, but she what she could see was enough to greatly concern her. Her head was all that was sticking out, aside from her feet, who were positioned below, bare for the world to see. It was basically useless to even try to move, as the device she was in was holding her in a specific position. All that she could move freely were her feet and her head.

"Ah," A voice called out, "You're awake."

May's head shot in the direction of the voice, and although she couldn't turn her head very far, the person was standing within her line of sight.

A young woman with purple hair and a matching pair of purple eyes was looking at her with contempt. "I assume you know why you're here?" She asked.

"I-I... no," May admitted, "I-I don't know. I-I was just... training my... TORCHIC! Wh-what did you do with Torchic?! Give him back, now!"

"Tch," The young woman sneered, sighing, "I'm not surprised that grunt didn't explain anything... I suppose that's why he's a grunt. Regardless, we have your Torchic in captivity. It will not be harmed as long as you give us the information we need, May."

"H-how do you know my name?" May asked, her heart skipping a beat.

"We know a lot about you, May," The woman explained, "And your meddlesome Father, Norman."

"My... My Dad?" May asked, furrowing her brow, "What's the matter with my Dad? What did he do?"

"Allow me to explain. My name is Courtney. I am a part of Team Magma," The woman said, gesturing to the insignia on her uniform, "We are dedicated to the expansion of the land mass here in Hoenn. Your Father, on the other hand, sees what we are doing as... troublesome." Courtney pinched the bridge of her nose, "He's a short-sighted fool. We're going to need the password to his Pokémon PC."

"WH-WHAT?!" May asked, shocked at the suggestion, "I-I don't... I don't even know it," She said, her voice shaky, "A-And I would never help you harm my Dad, you psycho!"

"...What a shame," Courtney said, turning only to avoid showing the wicked grin that was now painted across her face, "I suppose I have no choice but to convince you."

"W-wait, n-no, don't hurt Torchic, please!" May pleaded. She didn't want to sell her Father out by giving these criminals access to his precious Pokémon, but she also didn't want them to harm her dear Torchic... it had nothing to do with this!

"Don't worry, that wasn't what I had in mind," She explained, regaining her composure and turning towards May again. She looked the girl in the eyes before showing off a small smirk. "You might regret this, though." Reaching down, Courtney pressed a small button on the base of the strange machine she was locked inside of. May heard louder mechanical whirring now, and watched in stunned silence as appendages grew from the machine; these were no ordinary appendages, though. They had soft, fluffy-looking feathers strapped to the end of them.

"F-feathers?" May asked, the gears turning in her head, "Y-you're not... you're not going to..."

"Oh, I am." Courtney said, a mischevious grin painted across her face. Without warning, May's delicate soles started to be dusted by these soft feathers!

"PfFFFFTH, W-wahahahaait... d-dohohoohohohon't do thahahahahahat!" She giggled, wiggling her poor, trapped soles as the machine assaulted them. Tickling?! Their interrogation method was tickling? This had to be a joke... right?! As hard as she tried to convince herself that this was a bad dream, the feathers dusting across her arches kindly reminded her that this was all too real.

"Does that tickle? We nabbed this tech from a very smart Professor... I don't quite remember her name," Courtney said, watching the young woman struggle and squirm, "But she makes one mean device, doesn't she?" She asked.

"P-Pleheheheheheheease, I-Iahahahahahaha, n-nohohohohhohohomore!" May beggged, shaking her head as much as she could in attempts to stop the incessant, ticklish sensations... Over and over, the soft feathers dragged up her tender soles, dusting underneath and around her sensitive toes, before moving down to dust over the balls of her feet, softly stroking along her insteps and arches, before reaching her heels, and spending a few moments dusting down there... before repeating the cycle. "P-PLEASE, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-IT'S toomuhuHUHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" May cried out. As much as she shook her poor, vulnerable feet around, she could not escape the devious feathers...

"Do you give up yet, girl? This begging isn't going to get you anywhere, you know..." Courtney said. She may have very greatly enjoyed the girl's panicked laughter, but a job was a job. She needed to extract this information, one way or another...

"S-Stoohohohohohohop! Stop, stohop, PlehehehEHEHEASE!" May's chest started to hurt from laughter.

"Okay, okay..." Courtney pressed a button, and the feathers retracted slowly.

"H-haaah... hah... o-okay... no more..." May pleaded.

"Give us the password, May. You and I both know that you know it. This can all be over, and you can go home."

May looked up at the woman, still catching her breath. "I... I'm..." She took a deep breath.

"I'll never tell you," She said defiantly, her eyebrows furrowing. ]

"Huh," Courtney said, crossing her arms. "I was kind of hoping you said that," She said with a snicker. With the flip of another button, the pit in May's stomach started to grow. She felt cuffs wrapping snugly around her toes, pulling them back taut. May saw Courtney take out a bottle of something, some sort of... lotion, or oil, and watched in horror as she poured it on her hands.

"Wh-what is that?" May asked, her voice almost sticking in her throat.

"Something you'll enjoy, no doubt," Courtney said with a soft chuckle, her eyes locked on May's tender and bound soles. With a sigh, Courtney started to rub the substance into May's soft soles.

"K-Kehe-w-wahahahahait, wh-whahahahat ihihihhis thahahahat?!" May asked, biting her lip as Courtney's admittedly very soft hands rubbed her delicate feet, coating them in this warm, strange substance... pulling back, Courtney smiled as she pressed another button on the device. Before she could even ask what the substance was once again, May felt a pair of fuzzy strings snaked in between her taut toes, causing the poor girl to shriek with hysterical laughter.

"O-OHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHMYGOHOHOHOHHOHOOHHOHOHOHOHOD!" May threw her body around as hard as she could, to little avail. She saw two small appendages on the device holding the strings at each end. "Y-You're not going to..." May started to ask, but her question was soon answered as the appendages started to gently floss the fuzzy string through her toes, sending ticklish shocks throughout her now-oiled feet. That's what it was. Baby oil. May would have been proud of her revelation, had Courtney not been teasing her by showing her the label.

"It's barely even started, and you're already howling... Are you sure you won't just tell us the password? It must tickle so badly, that fuzz... I've heard it's excruciating," She said with a soft giggle.

"P-PLEASE, AHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASE!! N-NO, NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" May cried, her eyes wide and full of tears already.

"Oh? Are you ready to talk?" Courtney asked, placing the bottle down. May, however, still full of defiance, stayed true to her Father's secret.

"I-I'll NEVER TEHEHEHEHEHELL YOUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU!" She shouted at Courtney.

"More it is," Was Courtney's only reply. With the press of a button, May felt a small shock inside of the ball. There were now small rotating brushes moving gently under her arms, on the sides of her stomach, directly in the middle of her tummy, and under her knees.

"BWAHAHHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-I CAN'T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKEIHIHIHIHHIHIHIHIHHIHIT, ST-STOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOP, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" May shrieked, her eyes widening as her whole body was now being assaulted by this devious machine...

"You know what you have to do to make it stop," Courtney said with a chuckle, pulling a stool up in front of May and starting to tickle her poor, taut soles with her fingers. "All you need to do is say the password, and you'll be home free, along with your Torchic..."

"I-I CAN'T! O-OHUHUHUHUHUHUHHUHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-I CAHAHAHAHAN'T BREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEATHE!" She cried, shaking her body as much as she possibly could. The toe restraints, the flossing of the string between her toes, and now Courtney's fingers skittering around her tender arches were driving her absolutely isnane. But she couldn't... she couldn't betray her Father like this! But... the tickling was so, so bad, she felt like she couldn't breathe...

"OKAY! OKAAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!" She cried out.

Within a few seconds, Courtney stopped tickling May's soles, and soon turned off the machines that were assaulting her upperbody and in between her toes... though, the fuzzy string stayed between her soles, no longer moving.

"Spill. Tell me the password," Courtney demanded.

"I-I... I-I can't... please..." May cried out, her chest heaving.

"I'll turn them back on. You've got five seconds. Five..."

"N-No, you can't! I can't do this anymore, please, it tickles so badly!"

"Four..."

"T-Think about what you're doing! This is illegal, y-you can't do this!"

"Three..."

"P-PLEASE! Don't turn them back on, please..."

"Two..."

"I-I'll tell him to stop meddling with you! I'll tell him to forget about you forever! I will, I promise!"

"One..."

"O-OKAY! IT'S SLACKING234223! THERE! PLEASE, NO MORE!" Aside from the girl hyperventilating from pure fear of the intense tickling, the room was silent. It seemed that even the machines she had heard earlier had stopped.

"That's good," Courtney said simply, bending over and picking up one of May's socks from her shoe. Salvation... she was dressing her feet again! May was almost crying with joy! "But we already knew that."

As May opened her mouth to speak, Courtney shoved the sock firmly into May's agape mouth. With a smirk, Courtney looked at her. "No, my dear trainer... you're here for blackmail. This entire thing will be sent to your Daddy later. He'll see how you laughed and cried, and how you ultimately sold him out in the end. So sad.. but, it turns out you'll be staying here a lot longer than you thought." With the click of a button on the side of the ball-machine, May's stomach tied up in knots as she saw two large, imposing hair brushes approaching her feet.

"I mean, really," Courtney said with a devilish giggle, pulling out some tape and sealing May's mouth shut, sock inside. "Of course it was 'Slaking'. He has two of them, after all."

In an instant, May lost all hope of escape as those large, bristly hair brushes started to scrub up and down her feet. With two more clicks, the toe floss started up again, as did the tickling inside the ball. Screaming into her makeshift gag, May was truly terrified that she would be trapped here forever.

Had Courtney known the password beforehand? It was hard to tell, but she certainly got a sense of superiority by telling the gullible girl that all of her torture was for nothing but her own entertainment.

May was in for a long, long stay.