"Hm..."
Natsuki mumbled to herself, arms crossed and deep in thought. The Literature Club had wrapped up for the day and the club president, Monika, had already left after the meeting reached its end. While Yuri and Sayori began packing their books in their bags when Sayori noticed her pink-haired friend mulling over whatever was in her mind.
"What is it, Natsuki?"
The petite girl got out of her funk when her name was called. "It's about Monika."
"Monika? What about her?" Yuri directed her gaze towards the two girls her curiosity piquing.
"You know how she pulled that stunt on us when she tried to take the player for herself?"
Sayori nodded. "Yes. She apologized for betraying us."
"I know she did apologize and that she is really sorry for what she had done," Natsuki emphasized, "but... maybe she got off too easily?"
"Well, she did say that the player deleted her after the third act. She said it felt... horrifying. It's kind of like your body gets ripped from the inside out and rather than dying immediately, you exist as pixels glitching in and out of existence. Or something like that. Are you saying that Monika should be punished more?"
Natsuki's eyes shifted back and forth unsure of how to answer that. "Well... yes... but actually no. Just... I accept her apology, but I feel... I don't know... a little..."
"Vindictive?" Yuri interjected.
"You're feeling the same way I am, Yuri?" Natsuki asked surprised.
"To be frank, I have had recurring nightmares about stabbing myself repeatedly in the stomach." Yuri looked down, crestfallen. "I could completely understand Monika felt justified in what she had done – and a part of me could sympathize with her plight – but making alterations to our demeanors without our agency – is unforgivable."
Sayori scratched her head. "Sure, I can understand that there is still some lingering resentment for what Monika had done, and I admit that even I have had nightmares of it." The salmon-haired girl tapped her finger on the flat surface of her desk. "But would that really make us any better if we get back at her?"
"We don't have to do anything too hasty," Natsuki replied, "if it were something like just humiliating her, I can rest easy with that."
"It may not even begin to cover a fraction of what she did, but taking a light jab at her expense does suffice," Yuri agreed. "What say you, Sayori?"
Sayori weighed her options almost dreading giving an answer. "If we are just going to humiliate her without doing anything drastic, then I am in."
The three friends huddled together and began devising their plan.
The next day, Monika made her way for the clubroom. For reasons unknown to her, her clubmates had been avoiding her for the duration of the day. During third period, the emerald-eyed girl even stopped her vice president in her tracks to directly ask her why she was avoiding her, but Sayori would not answer. Monika shrugged; regardless, she'd get her answer in due time.
As she passed a corner, Monika hummed a little tune ignorant of what would soon happen to her. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the door to the clubroom slightly open. "Oh, the girls must already be here." Since Sayori was the vice president, she would have a spare key to the door.
Monika opened the door and entered the classroom. "Hello, everyone, I'm here. Just gone done practicing piano."
Sayori, Yuri, and Natsuki stood around the teacher's desk not saying anything or let alone acknowledging Monika. The ponytailed girl raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Girls? Is everything okay?"
Monika placed her bag on the ground. "Well, I am hopeful that everyone has their poem ready."
The girls slowly started to leave their spot around the desk. Monika withdrew her poem and placed it on one of the desks. The silence was suffocating, the tension being so rigid, it could be cut with a knife. For what seemed like an eternity of awkward stillness, Monika decided to break the tension. "Okay, you guys have been avoiding me all day. What is it that I have done to any of you?"
Sayori looked at her two co-conspirators for permission to let the club president in on their secret. The two nodded and Sayori fidgeted with her thumbs. "Well, remember... the whole incident a while ago?"
"Oh, you mean when I did all that awful stuff to you guys?" Monika had a noticeable hint of sadness in her tone which even Natsuki and Yuri noticed, making them almost regret their scheme. "I understand that you can't fully come to forgive me, and I won't act like I deserve it either."
The salmon-haired girl was at a loss for what to say, but she pushed on. "We just feel that you had gotten off a little too easily."
"What do you intend on doing to me?" Monika asked. Fear was beginning to manifest.
Yuri spoke up next. "It won't be anything too shameful; we all know you deeply regret depriving us of our agency."
"I was under the belief at the time that none of it actually mattered because you guys weren't real," Monika explained, "I didn't view it as killing you guys at the time."
Natsuki frowned. "Just because we aren't 'real' didn't mean that you didn't put us through pain and suffering for a selfish reason. The trauma felt very real to us." Natsuki crossed her arms before she spoke again. "Besides, you're not real either, so I do not understand what difference it makes."
"That's a valid point," Monika answered, "I cherished our friendships with each other before I had that epiphany. Even if it happened a long time ago, I can clearly see that the scars of my crimes are still fresh."
Sayori became conflicted by her thoughts. Monika was clearly repentant of her atrocities, but the cinnamon roll was too deep into the conspiracy against her to pull out now. "Are you ready for the punishment, Monika?"
Monika thought about it for a second then sighed. "If that is what it takes for me to atone a bit in your eyes, I'll allow it."
Sayori weakly smiled. "Okay. Wait here, I'll be back."
Monika was left alone with Yuri and Natsuki. As they waited for Sayori to return, Monika noticed some loud shuffling going on from the closet. "What... exactly are you guys planning?"
"That'd be spoilers, Monika," Natsuki remarked. "But I am sure that you'll love it."
Monika turned to Yuri for an explanation. "I am sorry, Monika, but I do not intend to sully the surprise."
The emerald-eyed girl sighed realizing that trying to further interrogate either girl was fruitless. The three girls stood in silence until they heard scraping on the floor. "Sayori! You're going to leave marks on the floor if you do that with such little elegance!" Yuri shouted.
"Sorry! It's heavy," Sayori lamented.
Sayori brought in a bulky wooden device that creaked across the floor. Monika's eyes widened in astonishment. "Wait... is that..."
"Stocks?" Sayori replied finishing her friend's thought. "We thought this was the best punishment we could think of."
She lifted the top board of the stocks showing off that the two pieces of wood were connected via hinges. Monika looked at the wooden device for a few seconds to digest the situation before her. Natsuki crossed her arms almost appearing to read her thoughts. "You can't talk your way out of this, Monika."
"I'm more... impressed? The teacher had something like this in his closet?"
"Yup," Sayori replied nonchalantly. "Anyway, let's get down to business."
Yuri grabbed one of the chairs and placed it behind Monika's back. The club president looked at Sayori again, already debating whether she should decline her punishment. However, the cinnamon roll only glanced away instead of meeting her gaze. Yuri beckoned the young woman to sit down which she heeded. Natsuki knelt and began untying Monika's pink and white shoes. The club president blushed in embarrassment somehow feeling like her privacy was being violated.
After taking both shoes off, Natsuki placed them in a heap. Up close, Monika's black knee-high socks clung to her plump legs. Just to be extra spiteful, Natsuki deliberately peeled off her socks in a slow manner solely to make Monika feel more hot and bothered. The socks curled within themselves gradually becoming larger balls the more Natsuki folded them. Finishing, Natsuki tossed the discarded socks aside. The club president's size 13s were exposed for the world to see. "I can see that you keep your feet well-groomed, Monika," Natsuki noted.
Her toenail polish matched her eye color and harbored some flowery aroma. Her soles were wider than Natsuki anticipated. Her toes were long, but they possessed hints of plumpness to them accentuating their succulent nature. The petite club member couldn't help but take a deep whiff. "Alright, we should get started now."
"Please lift your legs, Monika," Sayori ordered. She lifted the top half of the stocks directing Monika's ankles into the two holes that were formed. Monika did as was commanded of her, but she buried her face into her hands wishing that she could just dig a hole and crawl into it. Once her feet were secured, Sayori closed the roof of the framework and locked it to prevent Monika from retracting her stompers.
Natsuki got up from her kneeling stance and walked around the wooden instrument to stand with Yuri and Sayori. "This... is quite the sight," Yuri remarked.
"What should we do first?" Sayori asked.
Natsuki thought about it and snapped her fingers. "I have just the thing."
The cute club member returned to the teacher's desk and rolled out one of the drawers. Yuri's eyes widened in shock. "N-Natsuki! You shouldn't be pilfering the teacher's desk like that!"
Natsuki rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
Rummaging around, Natsuki found a wooden ruler and lightly tapped it on her palm. "I remembered seeing a punishment like this in one manga I read."
"I expect you to think of that, Natsuki," Yuri stated unamused.
Natsuki would typically get into a fight with her tall friend over the validity of manga being literature, but she was in a good mood allowing it to roll off her shoulders. Beaming, the pink-haired girl waltzed over to the trapped club president showing off the ruler. Grinning ear to ear, Natsuki twirled the wooden instrument. "Are you ready for your punishment, Monika?"
A single bead of sweat rolled down Monika's forehead. "No... not really."
"Too bad!"
Natsuki raised the hand containing the ruler high in the air and swung it down hard against the soles of Monika's feet. A loud SMACK echoed through the room.
"YEOUCH!"
Monika winced in pain, fighting the urge to cry. Despite Natsuki taking the ruler away, Monika could still feel the sting of the blow, a red mark being a reminder. Natsuki snickered to herself amused. "What a cute little squeal you made."
Natsuki swung the ruler again this time putting more of her weight into it. Striking the balls of her feet, Monika curled her toes hoping to mitigate the pain. Again and again, a wave of pain washed over Monika as Natsuki assaulted her arches and toes with Natsuki keeping it going for 3 minutes. The balls of the brunette's feet reverberated from the strikes. Monika's cheeks turned a deep shade of red with her tear ducts already overflowing coming dangerously close to leaking. Eventually, Natsuki tired of the ruler and handed it to Sayori. "You want a go at it?"
Sayori looked down at the device then toward Monika. "I think this is a little too much, Natsuki."
"I have to agree with Sayori, Natsuki," Yuri said.
"Fine."
Sayori scratched her chin. "Is the art room open?"
Natsuki raised her eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
"I need a few supplies." She whispered into the pink-haired girl's ears not wanting Monika to eavesdrop on the conversation.
Natsuki nods and heads out to gather the materials for her friend. Sayori walked over to Monika seeing various streaks of red marks. "This should give you some time to recuperate."
Monika didn't reply, but Sayori could tell by the look of her eyes that she was appreciative. Within a few seconds, Natsuki returned carrying a few supplies: buckets of paint and brushes. She handed some of the brushes to Sayori. The girl took the black bristle brush and analyzed it in her hand. "This should be more fun."
Crouching, Sayori takes Monika's left foot hostage and relentlessly swirls the bristles on it. Monika's body tensed as she started to react to the tickling sensation. She bit her lower lip to keep from squealing in response to the onslaught, and she was able to hold it... at least until Sayori took another brush and rubbed it on her right foot.
"No... no... STAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!"
The club president laughed in a manic frenzy. Her chest rose and exhaled with more demented laughs getting unearthed. Her ribcage ached from the nonstop snickering. "Sayor-I... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Monika's arms flailed around as if they had taken on a life of their own. Yuri reached behind the chair and grabbed Monika by the back of her arms. Unlike the ruler, Yuri was having more fun with the tickle torture. Yuri props her head on Monika's right temple relishing the brunette's plight.
"You want Sayori to stop?" Yuri asked shifting her voice into a seductive tone.
Monika's feet pedaled in the air swerving in opposite directions to avoid the brush. Her hysterical tears ruined her mascara creating ugly black streaks which ran down her cheeks. "YESS-ESS!"
"But I'm having too good of a time," Yuri responded.
Natsuki grabbed a brush and rolled the poofy bristles between Monika's toes. Sensual laughter crawled out of the deepest pit of her stomach creating a symphony of bawling in hysterics with the heaving of her chest from laughing too long. Monika's toes stretched and furled with a growing irritation spreading to the other regions of her body. She was uncertain of which sensation she preferred more: the consistent pain, or the ceaseless laughter. Monika flexed her soles, wishing she could tend to her poor feet.
"I-HA HA HA HATE YOU GUYS!"
Yuri looked at the buckets of paint with curiosity. "What did you intend to use these for, Sayori?"
"We can write on Monika I thought," Sayori stated still fidgeting her thumbs.
"Excellent idea," Yuri said, "lend me a brush."
"Yuri, st-HAHAHAHAHAP!"
Jets of tears shot out of Monika's eyes like geysers. Yuri knelt before her large feet and dragged her slick tongue on the bare soles. Up and down. Vertically and horizontally. The lustful purple-haired fiend tormented her friend by lathering heavy coats of spit on every ridge of Monika's feet. Monika panted between bouts of laughter while Sayori and Natsuki restrained her arms.
"Mmm, your feet taste like sunflowers, Monika," Yuri replied. Her cheeks became light pink as she wrapped her invasive organ around Monika's pudgy toes and slid her lips over them. The bookworm's heartbeat throbbed against her ribs. Just the fact that she was allowed to humiliate Monika in this way, and the club president herself was permitting the abuse turned her on. Her hot breath rolled on Monika's soles as Yuri planted kisses on her feet. Pulling back, the quiet girl left purple lip gloss kisses all over her feet.
Far from done, Yuri ran her fingers on Monika's sensitive, silky soles moaning when Monika's toes clamped down between her fingers like a bear trap. "May as well start writing now."
She dabbed the brush into some black paint and began scribbling on Monika's feet. The persistent jabs and strokes somehow pained Monika more. It was a consistent, timed procedure reminding the club president of the times she went to the dentist for a cleaning, the incessant whirring of the machines drilling their way into her ears. It was like getting stabbed by a knife over and over until she was nothing more than a lump of meat. The texture of the bristles made Monika buck and yelp. Her ankles slammed the sides of the holes the two wooden boards connected.
"Hold still, Monika," Yuri ordered, holding one foot under her armpit, "you're making this difficult."
Yuri scribbled the first few letters on Monika's toes. With each stroke, Monika's toes wiggled and squirmed as Monika tried to refrain from laughter. "J-U-S-T M-O-N-I-K-A."
Sayori and Natsuki immediately realized the irony in the words and started to chuckle. "How does it feel to have your own words tossed back at you?"
Monika's eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body going into throes. "NATHAHAHA FUNNY, GIIIIRRRRLLLSSSS!"
Yuri passed the brush to Natsuki. Like before, the pink-haired girl dipped the brush into the paint and began applying it. She intentionally pressed the brush's bristles deeper into Monika's soles, forcing more bouts of laughter to reverberate from deep inside her. "Dammit, Yuri had a better time writing a message than I am doing."
Part of it came from Monika's resistance. Regardless, Natsuki managed to write the first letters, even if they were smeared with a mixture of sweat and spit. "Whatever. I think I can make this work."
On Monika's medial longitudinal arch, Natsuki wrote "NATSOOKI WUZ HERE" in bold strokes. Natsuki gave herself a self-congratulatory smile at her work. "Not too shabby if I do say so myself."
"A little uninspired, but it's decent," Yuri noted.
"My turn!" Sayori announced. Natsuki handed the brush to the excited salmon-haired girl. She hummed a tune to herself completely ignoring Monika's protests. The club president's toes went in opposing directions as if taking on a life of their own with every poke and flicker of the soft bristles. After dabbing down the final touches, Sayori tapped her chin not satisfied with her handiwork. Wondering whether she should make further additions, an idea came to her mind. Pulling out other brushes, Sayori dipped a brush into yellow paint and started doodling on Monika's heels.
"No... Don't draw on my fe-EETAHAHAHAHAH!" Sweat rolled down Monika's forehead in bullets. Her face already began to ache from the endless hours of nonstop cackling. The whites in her eyes grew red from her hysterical sobbing. Her heart wheezed indicating that the club leader was already reaching her limit.
Sayori stepped aside showing off what she had written. "Watch out for the tickle monster."
Among the purple lip gloss kiss marks and scribbled words, Sayori drew a few smiley faces and stars. "I think this really brings everything together, wouldn't you think, girls?"
"It is an exquisite work of art, Sayori," Yuri agreed.
Natsuki crossed her arms. "Seems a little too nice for someone like Monika."
The girls took turns using brushes and mercilessly tickled Monika with them. Monika's face became as red as a cherry, her breathing becoming heavier and labored. Her struggles gradually subside as her energy drained. She couldn't feel her legs either. A wide smile stretched across her lips, but she was far from happy. "P-LLLEASSE..."
Yuri stopped her attack for a moment. "Finally caving in?"
"MAHAHAHAKE IT STAAHHAAP!" Monika curled her toes and clenched her wrists together until they became pale. She gnashed her teeth together while trying to focus on what she was requesting.
"You want out?" Natsuki asked.
Monika nodded her head in a manic state. Natsuki smirked. "We'll let you go if you repeat what we say."
"WHHAT!?"
"Repeat after me: I am a very naughty girl who loves being tickled by her friends!"
Monika shook her head, her long ponytail flowing back and forth. "N-EEEE-EEEVER!"
"But it looks like you're about to wet yourself, Monika," Natsuki noted, "say it and we will stop for the day."
"NOOOOO!"
Natsuki shrugged and grabbed Monika's right foot, holding it in place while Yuri twirled the brush on her foot eliciting more shrill howls from their captive.
"FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Monika tried to wriggle herself free from the smaller girl, but Natsuki was surprisingly strong for her size. A wave of wrinkles rolled down Monika's sole like running water. Taking her hand, Yuri pried Monika's scrunched toes and flicked the brush between the crevices. Monika's face twisted into an agonized expression her sanity being eaten away little by little.
Natsuki leaned in to meet Monika eye-to-eye. "Say it..."
"I - HA HA HA- am a VEHAHARY naughty girl who loves being tickled by her fr-iHANHANDS.."
Natsuki placed her head against her temple pretending she could not hear her. "What was that?"
Monika mustered up what little dignity she had left and breathed in.
"I AM A VEHAHAHAHARY NAHAHAHUTY GIRL WHO L-L-LOVES BEING TIHIHIHICKLED BY HER FRIEHAHAHAHAHANDS!"
*Snap, snap, snap*
Sayori took a succession of pictures of Monika's tickling session, giving Yuri the okay to stop. Finally, Monika was able to reclaim her lost breath as it slowly returned to her. Her school uniform clung to her body from the excessive amounts of sweat she worked up. It even drenched through her white dress shirt making it see-through.
"What a cute brand of bra you have, Monika," Natsuki noted. "And you guys call me cute?"
Monika panted, blushing in embarrassment, as her body slowly returned to normal. Sayori lifted the top board of the stocks with some precaution. Almost immediately, Monika reeled her feet in taking one of her soles and laying it on her thigh. "Haha... very funny, guys."
"Well, what did you think of your punishment, Monika?" Sayori asked. As the cuddle bug, Sayori naturally was extending her arms to hug her. However, Monika resisted the hug.
"That was the most humiliating thing I ever experienced, Sayori... I tried telling you guys to stop about ten minutes ago."
"Oh..." Sayori replied somewhat crestfallen.
Yuri got fidgety no longer acting like the dominating tormentor she was. "I admit I did take it a bit too far myself...but the power felt so intoxicating...and it turned me on." Her purple eyes lit up at the realization of what she said. "D-Did I just say that out loud?"
"If that is really what gets you going, that is you," Monika replied. She somewhat chuckled at Yuri's admission. "Anyway... I was using hyperbole. This is just a bug bite in comparison. I actually feel like I got off pretty easy."
Natsuki's smirk shifted to a look of disappointment. Monika stretched her thighs and felt her toes pop, a pleasurable sensation.
"Anyway, at least the worst is over."
"Yeah..." Sayori chuckled nervously.
Monika frowned. "Sayori... what did you do?"
"I... may have uploaded the photos I took on the internet."
Monika's pupils shrunk as a wave of anger overtook her. "What?"
A few pings rang on Sayori's phone. "And... it got over a hundred likes so far."
"Sayori!"
