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Tickled Pink, Green and Blue
Chapter 5B: Revenge is Sweet, Justice is Sweeter"Unh...where am I?" Buttercup said as the very first thing when she woke up. Her vision was still distorted and blurred, but she could make out a semi-recognisable white blob standing several metres away.
"Sooo, the prisoner's awake, then", it said, in a high-pitched yet melodic voice. There was the clacking sound of high-heeled footsteps as the white shape moved across the stone floor, and then Buttercup heard a telephone conversation. "Sister - yes, she's just woken up, and is ready for torture now..."
"Torture? Oh please, you two couldn't torture a suicidal man into killing himself!" Buttercup said, mockingly.
"Very good Buttercup; keep it up, it'll make it all the more fun when we break you", said the girl, walking towards Buttercup. As the emerald puff's vision cleared, she stood face to face with a younger version of Princess - every bit as pretty, every bit as spoilt, every bit as...evil.
"Give it up, Duchess, you can't touch me. And my sisters will come looking for me when I don't return." Buttercup smirked triumphantly, a facial expression that felt more familiar to her than most others.
"Well let me just wipe that smirk right off you face then," said Duchess Morebucks, moving until their noses almost touched, and continued in a whisper, "this room is in a bunker that's shielded against your supervision, your physical strength, and all of your energy attacks. They won't be able to find you, let alone get you out. And while you were asleep, we chained you up with duranium, so don't expect that you'll be able to break free either."
"What?" Buttercup said, starting to get a little frightened. Until now, she hadn't even thought about why she had woken in a standing position; she soon found that she was chained to an upright X-frame - well, a pentagram-frame really. She was still clothed, to an extent; Princess had stripped her down to her underwear. For what purpose, she had yet to discover.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Aw, starting to get a little worried are we?" Princess said in a babyish as she entered the room. "Don't worry, we'll give you plenty to be laughing about in due course." She strode over to her captive and examined her at close quarters, while Duchess gave Princess a hug from behind and began feeling her up. The scene made Buttercup want to throw up.
"Eww! You two are...an item?"
"Yes, but we're only stepsisters, so it's alright. Now shut up, Butterball", said Princess, and slapped Buttercup across the face. Then she turned around and gave her younger stepsister a passionate kiss that caused Duchess' toes to curl in her golden-coloured sandals and one of them to moan in pleasure. There was a small clattering sound as one of Duchess' sandals fell to the floor. As the two girls made out in front of Buttercup, she tried to ignore the scene and search for something - anything - she could use to escape. There was nothing that she could see.
The room was quite small, and on the far side of it there was a large locked wall cabinet. The walls appeared to be made of stone, but Buttercup could tell that from what Princess had said, the walls were probably lined with lead and duranium. Buttercup assumed - incidentally, correctly - that this building was not a part of the Morebucks' mansion.
She was sharply snapped out of her reverie by Duchess speaking up again - apparently, the fun was about to begin.
"So, what sort'a torture we talking about?" asked Buttercup, trying to appear nonchalant. "Hot coals? Boiling oil? Pokers? The rack? What, huh?"
"Oh, believe me, we thought of all those and far, far more," said Princess, now smirking, "but as we don't have any Antidote X at the moment, they would be wholly ineffective. And all the duranium went into making this bunker and your chains, so that ruined that idea too. In the end, you were the one who gave us a brilliant idea."
"Me? How?"
While Princess had been busy monologuing and drawing Buttercup's attention, Duchess had retrieved something from the cabinet and moved to Buttercup's side - the frame standing freely in the middle of the room, not against the wall.
"AAAAAAAA! HA HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Duchess started by simply dragging the tip of the feather back and forth across the back of Buttercup's left knee; Buttercup, unaware, had no way to fight off the tickling sensations and immediately surrendered to them.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahaa haa haa haa haa haaaaaa...oh god, that tihihihihihihihihihihihickles sohohohohohohohohohoho much...hahahahahahahahahahaahhaahahahaha"
"Yes, I had a feeling it would," said Princess, observing the proceedings with no small amount of glee.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha...whyhihihihihihihihiihihihihi...why are hahahahahahaha...you dohohoohoohohohohing this to meeheeheeheeheeheeheeeheeheeheehee?"
"Well," said Princess, reaching up to tickle Buttercup under her arms, "mostly because I can. Also, I've been looking for a suitable weakness - a chink in your armour, so to speak - that would allow me to break one of you. You see, if I can beat you, I can take your place in the Powerpuff Girls' trio when your sisters ask me to cover for you."
"Ohohohohoohohoohohohohoh plehehehehehehehease, that'll nehehehehehehehehehehever work", Buttercup stuttered out through her continuous giggling fit, "they'd ne...hehehehehehehehe...neeeeeeeeeever ask hahahahahahaha to take my plahahahahahahahace."
"They will if we torture them into agreeing", said Duchess, from where she was sitting behind Buttercup, "and then you'll be out of the picture and we'll be in prime position to take over the Powerpuff Girls!"
"NeheheheheheheHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEVEEEEEEEEEEER!" Buttercup just about screamed, as Princess swirled one long, manicured fingernail into Buttercup's belly button as her vest rode up with each deep-throated laugh.
"Oh, don't worry Buttercup, you'll crack eventually. We're prepared to wait," said Princess, "and we can keep this up much longer than you can stand it, I think."
"Nohohohohohohohoohohot on your...hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...l-l-l-l-l-life!" Buttercup screeched. Duchess stroked the backs of Buttercup's knees continuously, swiping the very tip of the feather back and forth along the same line, causing it to turn a slightly darker shade of pink. Buttercup's legs jerked and spasmed helplessly as she tried to protect herself from the tormenting titillation, but her bonds held fast around her ankles and knees. Her chest heaved with laughter as every breath that was sucked in was rapidly forced back out again by their skilful manipulations of her tickle-weakened form.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! O GOD - PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAVE MERHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY ON MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Shall we, sis?" asked Duchess, still stroking the tips of two feathers over the backs of Buttercup's knees.
"Yeah, why not?" said Princess, giving Duchess a sly wink. The two girls stopped their infernal irritation of Buttercup's twitchy form and waited for several minutes until her giggles had subsided.
"Whats...the - hic- deal now?" Buttercup gasped, hiccupping with all the laughter she had been forced to produce.
"Well, Butterdish", Princess said sarcastically, "how would you like the chance to ease your ordeal?"
There's a catch - there's gotta be a catch, Buttercup thought to herself. Out loud, she heard herself say, "Fine. How?"
"Well," said Princess, still smirking, "I'll tickle your feet for two minutes. If you can hold up without laughing for that time, then only one of us will tickle you at a time from then on."
Yeah, right, thought Buttercup. There's no way I could manage that - I'm too tickle-primed by all this tickling so far. And even if I won the wager, they'd just back out on the deal anyway. And if they don't, what's the difference between two people tickling you and just the one?
"So, what's my motivation to agree?" "Well, it should give you a little breather," said Duchess, and Buttercup snorted derisively.
"Okay, I'll do it. Not like I have a choice." "Good girl!" Duchess squealed, patting Buttercup's head condescendingly. Princess sat down on a stool provided by Duchess and, after a quick kiss from her stepsister, was ready to begin the contest.
"Ready, BC?" asked Princess.
"As I'll ever be. And don't call me BC - only my friends get to call me that."
"But we're friends, aren't we?" asked Princess, mockingly. "After all, we have a laugh together..."
"Not by...choice..." Buttercup grunted, as Princess began waving her manicured fingernails lightly under Buttercup's toes. The feeling was maddening, and not even five seconds had passed yet.
"My my Buttercup, if you're struggling not to giggle after only five seconds of such light tickling," said Duchess, haughtily, "there's no way you'll EVER last the distance."
"Will...too..." Buttercup forced out through pursed lips, feeling powerful vibrations building in her chest, as the suppressed laughter began to force its way out.
Mustn't talk, thought Buttercup. They're trying to distract me - trying to make me laugh. Must concentrate - not give in. Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer; take one down and pass it around, ninety-eight bottle of beer on the wall. Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-eight bottles...
Her toes on both feet kept wiggling wildly under the latest ticklish assault, but Buttercup didn't even crack a smile, let alone let a lone giggle slip out. Princess was becoming just the tiniest bit worried that she may in fact lose the wager as Buttercup held out past the thirty-second mark.
"Coochie coochie coo, little Buttercup", Princes sang, as she tickled the black-haired puff's heels for a little while instead. The girl's feet jerked frantically at the touch, her toes curled down hard to leave less vulnerable skin, and she tried to pull her legs together in a futile attempt to cover one foot with the other. Unfortunately for her, her feet were bound too tightly and too far apart to be able to manage this.
Ninety-four bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-four bottles of beer; take on down and pass it around...
Princess realised soon enough that Buttercup was concentrating hard, and that she needed to break that concentration if she was going to get the Powerpuff to submit to her will and her tickling. But how...? She had only twenty-five seconds left.
Suddenly, Princess had a brilliant idea - and unlike most of her previous ones, this might just work.
That day, Princess happened to be wearing a fluffy yellow ribbon in her long red hair and, still tickling Buttercup's feet with her hands, stood up and rubbed the furry ribbon against Buttercup's bared stomach. Buttercup sucked her stomach in to keep away from the fuzziness; rather, she tried to - she couldn't hold still as her body thrashed against the simultaneous teasing of all its' nerve endings.
To add to her predicament, Princess altered her tactics. With her left hand, she kept tickling the sole of the jade puff's right foot, but with her right hand, she reached up and tickled up and down Buttercup's left side, from her hip all the way up the side of her heaving ribcage to under her arm.
Buttercup felt about ready to pass out - she was experiencing occasional hot flashes from trying to drive the tickling out of her conscious mind. She was attempting to let herself give into the tickling; less tiring than trying to fight it, when there was no current hope of escape. Instead, she was happy - well, reluctant - to let her body give in and squirm and wriggle under Princess' tickling touches. She wasn't trying to stop herself twitching at all, but she was determined not to laugh. And perhaps, by partially giving in, she could buy some time and keep the laughter that was still bubbling inside her from erupting for a little while longer...
It was working, to a degree. The urge to laugh was reduced by letting herself be affected, by lowering her resistance to the tickling. But the desire to defy the tickly feelings shooting through her was strong, and it took every ounce of willpower she had to keep herself from tensing up under the vicious tickling assault, for she knew that that was precisely what would be her downfall in this challenge. She just had to stay relaxed, go with the flow, let it all wash right over her, and all that jazz.
The tickling under her arm was merely annoying; although Buttercup was clearly very ticklish everywhere on her body, her underarms were one of her less susceptible points, all things considered. The tickling on her foot was much more intense - Buttercup had always had extremely sensitive feet, and absolutely without question refused to let Bubbles give her pedicures (and not just for the fact that she didn't like to be too "girly"). Whenever possible, Buttercup always wore socks and shoes so as to make her feet less available for tickle torture, although as she was the one usually doing the tickling this didn't really matter so much. Her tummy, on the other hand, was an entirely different proposition - even a slight tickle on her well-toned tummy could have her bent double with a fit of the giggles - in fact, once...
"Don't make me force you to do the washing up, BC!" Blossom said as she approached her green-clad sister.
"Like, whaddya gonna do to me?"
Blossom got a really evil grin on her face at that question. "How about tickle you?" she said, wiggling her fingers at Buttercup's tummy, causing Buttercup to giggle in almost equal measures of fear and joyful anticipation. Buttercup flew for the open back door, but was tackled to the ground halfway across the room, and in seconds Blossom was busily scrabbling both hands around on Buttercup's belly.
Buttercup squirmed for all she was worth, annoyed that a powerful superheroine like she could be coerced by something so...infantile as tickling, but finally had to admit defeat, and wash all the dishes - without using her superpowers or super speed.
"So, are you gonna giggle?" asked Duchess, devilishly.
"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-o-o-o-o-o-o..." Buttercup stuttered out, wriggling like a fish on a hook under Princess' skilful hands.
Princess managed to nuzzle the feathery bow into Buttercup's belly button, causing a violent shiver to take control of Buttercup's body momentarily, and a low groan of "Aaaaaaaaa-a-a-a-a-a-a..." to sound from her throat, as the giggles fought their way out.
"Almost, sis, keep it up - ten...nine...eight..."
Suddenly, Princess had a change of plan; she stroked Buttercup's toes, forcing the girl to curl them tightly so as to provide less ticklish skin. Then, very quickly, she fluttered her long fingernails over the bound girls' high, soft instep as lightly as she could possibly manage, which elicited a small leg jerk and unrestrained wriggling of the toes of that foot - actually, both feet. Then just as quickly, back underneath the toes, then back to the arch, then the toes, in only the few remaining seconds.
Buttercup tried to remain as relaxed as possible, but the rapid-fire alternation between the tickling of her sensitive, plump toes and of her instep was just too much to take. With her mind unable to keep up with the last-moment flood of sensations, she felt her dam of willpower finally crumbling. Her eyes, screwed up tight until now, forcing herself not to react, flew open as if in shock, and her mouth opened wide as she sucked in a massive final breath before the laughter burst forth.
It never came.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the sensory overload lead to her, for the very first time in her life, fainting.
"Damn...you lost..." she heard Duchess say very faintly, as though from a great distance.
"Meh...who cares?" asked Princess, even more quietly, and incredibly vague sounds of making out were heard as everything went black for Buttercup Anne Utonium...
"Welcome back...again", said Duchess dryly, as Buttercup regained consciousness about a half-hour later.
"Clearly," said Princess, as she washed her hands in a basin behind Buttercup, "we found all the right buttons to push. Do you feel rested after your recent faint, Buttercup? I hope you do..."
"Because now the real agony begins", Duchess finished, grinning sadistically.
"Whaddya mean, begins?" asked Buttercup, her voice still vaguely slurred from waking up too quickly.
"Don't you know? Oh, this will be fun", Princess said, grinning just as evilly. She walked around to face Buttercup and grazed Buttercup underneath her budding breasts as she did so, prompting squeals of laughter from the bound puff. Then she started speaking again as she kept prodding and poking Buttercup's front at random.
"After everything you've already experienced, your body couldn't take anymore so it just shut down. Now, it's a fact that when you're not quite fully awake, you tend to be far more sensitive - no way to build resistance, I guess. You'll find you're far more ticklish than before, everywhere on your body." Duchess went behind Buttercup again and stuck a finger in the bound girls' tummy button, causing her to shake and let out spurts of chuckling. She slid her bare foot forward between Buttercup's legs and tried to stroke Princess's foot with it, only to find a hand waiting for her as she felt her sister scrabbling those blasted fingernails around the sides of her toes. Duchess quickly withdrew the foot with a loud squeal, and reclaimed the errant sandal, before rejoining Princess.
"Yeah, it'll be much worse than last time; pity we can't stay to watch, but we've got some...fun of our own scheduled."
"Whaddya mean?" Buttercup panted. "How are you gonna keep this up if you're not even IN here? That's not possible."
"That's true. That's why we had our RD construct this lovely machine for you," said Princess, as Duchess pulled a lever in the wall. "Behold...the auto-tickler!"
"Could you come up with a crappier name?" Buttercup asked. Now fully back in control of her body, she also had regained her usual witty repartee.
"Oh, how droll", said Princess. "Let me give you the tour." As the device unfolded from the walls and the floor beneath her, Princess pointed out each part. "Each wheel is covered in feathers. All of them rotate at the same rate, controlled by this remote", and she held up the remote control to show Buttercup, before forcing it into Buttercup's left hand.
"The vertical wheel beneath each foot will tickle your soles. Two more wheels will tickle the backs of the legs, and another two will tickle your sides", she said, ripping Buttercup's vest from her body. "A final horizontal wheel will be responsible for tickling your stomach. There're power backups in case of a blackout, and this room is soundproof, so nobody will hear you. We'll bring you food twice a day - there's no point inviting further trouble by letting you die, is there?"
With that, Princess strolled gracefully from the room, and beckoned Duchess to follow her.
"I'll just switch off the lights," said Duchess smugly. "No sense in wasting electricity, eh sis?"
The room was plunged into darkness, and Princess's voice drifted in as the door swung slowly shut. "It's on a timer - set to start sometime in the next five minutes. Enjoy, Buttercrap. Mwa haa haa haa haa haa haa..."
THUD!
The door swung shut and everything went pitch black. All that Buttercup could hear was the low-level hum from a nearby generator, and felt the remote in her hand. She had seen that it contained two buttons; they were marked "slower" and "faster". Quite simple really - it would only speed up or slow down within certain presets of course, so it was really a matter of how she would prefer her torture...slow, or fast?
To be continued...
For those wanting to read a 15 to 18-rated - sorry, an R/NC-17 version of this chapter, you can find it at my site. :) I might get kicked off again if I posted it here.