Chapter 2 - The Joke, Day One - Part 2

Mitsuru lay limply in the arms of Aigis, long since giving up trying to escape the tight tape bonds that secured her limbs together. Instead she'd spent the time they'd been carrying her trying to work out their destination. There was no way they could take her outside; the front entrance and the service entrance at the back of the dormitory were covered by cameras, and there were plenty of neighbouring dorms who'd spot the suspicious looking pair with their 'parcel'. Part of her glowered at the thought that she'd been able to think of herself like that, but it was tempered by her knowledge that right now, she was a parcel. 'And about as helpless as one,' she thought ruefully.

They hadn't gone far when she heard the click of a button and chime of the elevator that opened onto each floor. Part of her wondered what they were doing. Was it misdirection? Could they have pressed the button and carried on walking? Aigis was still swaying her arms a little, making Mitsuru think that they were moving. Unless she's just stood there waving me to make me start thinking in a muddle like this! she thought to herself, becoming angry at herself for not being able to understand what was going on. Part of her started to realise just how much Yukari truly understood what she was like, and how she'd taken away the one thing Mitsuru wanted the most; Control. Control of herself, control of her fate. Right now it lay in the hands of her captors, whatever they were planning to do.

With a dim click the doors opened, letting the pair with their burden walk in. Yukari punched the button that led to the destination she wanted, before leaning back to watch Mitsuru lying on the floor in her tape hogtie where Aigis had put her down. "I hope you enjoy this," she said, her voice mockingly stern, "I'm putting a lot of effort into this joke of ours." The bound girl just mmph'd back through her gag. "Oh, so you think you'll enjoy it too? That's good." She looked up as the bright indicator above the elevator door lit up with the floor that she'd had set up specially. Gathering their captive into their arms, they lifted her out, carrying her down a long corridor and through several rooms before they reached their destination.

Reaching for the pocket knife she'd used earlier, Yukari quickly sliced through the tape connecting Mitsuru's limbs and her wrists, the girl unable to take advantage of this brief freedom before her wrists were tightly tied with rope, cinched taut against the pale skin of her arms, though they'd at least tied them in front of her this time. Still blindfolded and gagged, she felt them guide her onto a seat. It was low to the ground, but seemed well-padded, and the wall was right behind it so presumably she wouldn't suffer the indignity of falling off. The blindfold didn't let her see the rest of what lay before her in the darkened room, but she heard the click as Yukari flicked on the single ancient bulb that provided the sole illumination in the room.

With one fluid movement the smaller girl tore the makeshift blindfold off. Blinking furiously into the light, Mitsuru couldn't see the other two as they lifted her slender ankles into a pair of padded hoops attached to a long pole that was itself connected to the chair she was sat on. They clicked shut, sealing the stockinged feet within, before Yukari unknotted the now drool-covered gag from her mouth. She squinted up at Yukari. "What is this?!"
Yukari looked annoyed. "It's the joke, Mitsuru. The joke which makes you laugh." Mitsuru gaped at her, before staring in horror at the bar and hoops that held her ankles so tightly, and so vulnerably. She leaned back in shock at what to her seemed far worse than simple knives and saws; a stiff brush, hooked onto the bar, along with a pair of soft white feathers, not to mention the magic wand she blushed crimson at. "This isn't a joke, Yukari."
The other girl frowned pensively, her head tilted back with one finger perched underneath her jaw with her arms folded across her chest. "No, it definitely is."

She settled down on the floor, legs bracing crossed arms with her chin resting atop them. "You know, you look much better like this. But I think you can look even better." She shifted onto her knees, index finger and thumb pinching the tip of Mitsuru's stockings before pulling them off, the sensation almost sensuous for Mitsuru. Free to the cool air of the basement, the delicate little toes, almost petite compared to the long pale length of the captive's feet. She leaned up, gently poking the underside of each toe in turn, eliciting a brief giggle from her every time. "You do keep these soft don't you? Your family's stylist must get you pedicures," smiled Yukari into the elder girl's eyes. "But I don't understand why you'd always hide them in those tall boots of yours." She lifted one up from where she'd carried them down, determined not to let anyone just stumble across them. "Would you like me to put them back on you?"
"Please," asked Mitsuru. She winced inside as she heard herself almost beg.

"Well then, I'm not going to do that. In fact, I'm going to leave these right here." She put them down, turning back to Mitsuru as her fingers crept gently onto the sensitive skin of her feet. Without warning she attacked, scrabbling fingers into the insteps before her. Mitsuru shrieked loudly, her voice never quieting as the frenzy happened. The younger girl just started slowly rubbing her fingers over the ball of her left foot, her other hand tracing lazily on the upper skin of her right foot. Mitsuru lunged forward, desperate to shift her away, stopping in her tracks as Aigis easily grabbed her bound arms and lifted them overhead.
Still it had been enough to distract Yukari from her current task. "Well someone's not feeling co-operative, are they Aigis?"

The android said nothing, simply nodding silently in return. She caught the other length of rope Yukari tossed her, tying it quickly around the already-tight rope. She threw it up over the beam that crossed the ceiling, pulling it down sharply making Mitsuru cry in pain as her arms were yanked overhead. That was when she saw it, clear on the opposite side of the room. A surveillance camera! As soon as someone walked into the command centre they're surely see what was happening and rescue her. She smiled in satisfaction, looking at her captors with a new-found defiance. That made the next thing Yukari said so much worse.

"Ah, you've noticed the camera then?" The happy-faced girl smiled broadly. "You really didn't think I wouldn't have sorted that out already? Every camera you've been on has been rewired to show a loop. You've not even left the command centre for the past hour." Her smile got darker. "But this is a special camera. Aigis, do it." The android stalked over to the camera that gazed down at the despondent captive, the finger tips on her right hand peeling back to reveal supple dendrites that clicked as they moved. They slid into the small port on the back of the camera, its red light turning a steady green.

"This is going to be a special night for us Mitsuru. You're going to get the joke, so I thought I'd preserve a little copy, just for us," cooed Yukari. She picked up a small metal ring that was chained near their helpless prisoner's right foot, perching it on her slender right toe before she slid it down. It was tight enough that Mitsuru wouldn't be able to remove it, and also to pull her big toe back, but still let her move it slightly. "Now, I think we can make you look even better again."

Aigis was back behind Mitsuru now, the still-silent android leaning her around her chest to rip open the lilac blouse identical to Yukari's own that she wore, exposing the pink bra she wore beneath. The dendrites from her unsheathed fingers slid around and under the toggle at the back, unhitching it as it fell away into her lap. "Very nice," giggled Yukari as she drunk in the sight of the older girl's modestly sized pale breasts, before she traced a finger around one pert nipple.

She turned away, picking up the gag from the floor. Knowing what was coming, Mitsuru clenched her lips together tightly. There was no way she'd willingly let them gag her again. Yukari knew just how to deal with that though, a single gesture to Aigis making the android pinch her fingers on their captive's nose. Mitsuru started to panic. If she didn't open her mouth, there was a good chance she would end up falling unconscious or even cutting off the air supply to her brain. But if she did, they'd be able to gag her again. In the end she didn't have a choice, her body making her lips open as it craved the air it needed so badly. Yukari quickly shoved it back into her mouth, before leisurely knotting it behind her head. "You know, you do look much better like this."

"But it's not all fun and games," she said as her voice turned serious. She picked up a small paintbrush and a pot that lay on a small wooden table next to the restraints. Unscrewing the lid, she dipped the brush in, pulling it out with yellow dust covering it liberally. Aigis pulled back Mitsuru's right foot, one hand keeping her wriggling toes under control leaving her with no movement. Yukari quickly stroked the brush up and down the vulnerable sole, dipping it back into the pot again and again until Mitsuru's whole foot was covered in the strange powder. Putting it back onto the table, she scooted on her backside towards the other foot, kicking her own shoes off and delicately peeling her own socks off to reveal her own tanned feet, bonier than Mitsuru's but still pleasing to the eye. She gazed down at them, wriggling them before looking at Mitsuru's own. "You know, I think your feet look better than mine. And I like that red nail polish you've got on, it looks very nice." She watched her prisoner complacently. "You're wondering what that was, aren't you?" The other girl nodded slowly. Yukari's face lit up into the most beatific smile the older girl had ever seen on it. "It's itching powder!"

The other girl quickly started to shake her foot wildly, hoping to dislodge as much of the powder as possible. But try as she might, she wouldn't succeed. Already she could feel it starting to burn on her foot, making her strain her arms against the taut rope as she tried in vain to just reach down and scratch the itch. Suddenly she felt cold metal against the warmth of her skin as Aigis slid slender dendrites over the soft flesh of her breast, lightly stroking it even as two of the appendages moved to either side of her hard nipple, gently pinching it between them. She shivered, eyes closing as she tried to fight the soft sensation and the almost electric buzz that tingled on her skin.

She didn't see Yukari pick up one of the paintbrushes that had hung on the spreader bar, her first hint being the swishing motion of the bristles as they were twirled up and down, over the ball of her foot, the instep, and right beneath the curve of her delicate toes. The only thing coming from behind her gag was muffled laughter, the relentless touch rendering her unable to even think a plea to stop, let alone try to say it. Her foot flailed wildly, trying to escape the luxuriously soft bristles as they pursued the same line, up and down, up and down, a rhythm that never even slowed. Yukari gripped her forefinger and thumb on the elder girl's heel, helping to hold it down while her elbow pressed down on Mitsuru's bare knee, ceasing the wild movement of her victim's foot. She leered at the limb in her hand, occasionally glancing back up to enjoy the look of amused dismay on her face.

She looked back down again, the wriggling toes dominating her vision. She glanced up at Mitsuru, a mischievous look in her eyes. Still keeping her eyes locked on the other girl, she lowered her head, opening her mouth wide as she slipped the middle-three toes into her mouth, moving up and down as her tongue wrapped around each one in turn, saliva coating the three tasty morsels. She slid it up and down, round the base and top of each toe, the corners of her mouth arching into a vicious grin as she basked in the expression on Mitsuru's reddened face. Her victim tried to move her foot and those delicious delicacies away from Yukari's adventurous tongue, but the slender brown-haired girl's mouth was a restraint as inescapable as the steel ring and chain binding the toe of her right foot.

She couldn't do anything. The combination of that wet, almost sinfully warm tongue slipping over her toes with the brush pulled up and down her sole rhythmically was bad enough, forcing her to scream in laughter and moan in pleasure at the same time, but the addition of Aigis' brush and those tiny dendrites turned it into an almost painful ecstasy of pleasure. She rubbed over and over, the brush revolving so softly yet quickly it was like a single surface of velvet spinning over her armpit. She couldn't hold on anymore, finally slumping down in defeat as an ache of tiredness coursed through her body.

Now it was time, Yukari decided. She pulled the bow from around her neck, wrapping it around her half-asleep captive's eyes and knotting it tightly before reaching down to unwind the long-handled vibrator from where its power cord had kept it dangling from the spreader bar. She reached under the pole, the tip of the device just above Mitsuru's panties. A mischievous smile on her face, she brushed the 'on' switch, making the device purr into life. The elder girl nearly leapt off the chair at the sensation. "Oh goooood...please stop."

She grinned, brushing aside her little prisoner's hair as she whispered in her ear, the vibrator still circling the surface of her panties. "Why? You certainly seem to enjoy it." She dug in the head, stretching the taut underwear as the device worked its way directly over Mitsuru's most sensitive place. Aigis stepped back, the exposed tendrils of her hand reaching for the pot of itching powder and slowly spreading it over Mitsuru's left foot. She couldn't contain it anymore, her body shuddering as she came. Hanging limply, she didn't even stir as the brush flecked more itching powder, this time onto her sensitive nipples. "Be back in a bit dear. Have fun," breathed Yukari, before she walked out, Aigis in tow like a blank-faced servant, pausing only to switch off the light.