Pema sat shaking in her bonds as the soldier’s fingers traced carelessly around her vulnerable soles. It went on like this every hour on the dot. Each time a new law enforcer entered the interrogation room and got to work where the other left off. Mercilessly tickling her trapped, defenseless feet.

“AHAHAHHAH! HAHAWHAHAHT ISHAHAHTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEMEANINGHEHEHHAHAHAH! AAAHHHHOOOHGOD! WHATS THE MEANING OF THIHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHHAAHAHSE!!!!”

Pema howled like a mad woman, but it never made any difference. This was her third officer she had dealt with now, and none cared to answer her shrieking demands. They merely continued the buck inducing torment their superior demanded of them, with sadistic delight.

The beautiful woman’s feet, as soft as the touches that caressed them, fluttered against their nerves. With her toes encased in the metal binding there was no where for them to go. Helpless and trapped, making small wrinkles as they tried to get away from the thrilling sensations.

Not a one said a word to their helpless prisoner, only working her over with reckless abandon. Only flashing her the most playful of smirks as the beautiful woman tried to toss and turn in her seat. But no matter how much she tried, the hellish sensation never left the soft bottoms of her soles.

When the first had entered with brushes Pema only looked at them with confusion. Although, that didn’t last as their use became quite clear to her in a manner of seconds. With each going in a different direction, the officer used their fluffy tools on the bottom of her trapped arches.

The second had entered with a feather, ignoring her demands for answers they also quickly got started. With sadistic delight they sawed their tickle tool knowingly against their target and was instantly rewarded. The cell once again filled with their captive’s delightful laughter as another hour ticked by.

Now with this third tormentor, they only cared about circling their index fingers around and around the bottoms of Pema’s feet. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, they dragged their evil digits in a spiral around her souls. As they closed in on the centers of each foot her laughing got more high pitched. Her moaning more frantic.

“NOHOHOHO! OH NOAHAHO! PLEEHEHHAHAHASE!! I DIHEHEHANT DOHOHOHO ANYTHING!!! PLEHEHEHEHSE! NOHOHOT MAHAH FEEHEEHT!”

But like all other pleas from her, it fell on def ears. Honestly she wondered if it just made them go slower. Agonizingly dragging their nails along as her toes tried ceaselessly to wiggle. Unable to do so while incased by the unforgiving metal. She stayed there laughing as loud as she could, sweat dripping from her forehead as time dragged on. The tickling fingers dragging even slower then that. She couldn’t take it.

She couldn’t take it.

She couldn’t.....

...

—

As Pema finally was able to regain her senses she was able to hear chatter from outside her cell.

“Has the prisoner finally confessed?” The stern voice asked.

“No ma’am. She’s a tough one to crack. She outright refused to cooperate, forcing our hand.” The soldier lied, probably with that smug face that would look at Pema server all times as she begged to give them whatever they wanted.

“Hmph, I see. Good work to the three of you. I’ll take it from here and call your if I need... further assistance.” The authoritative voice commended her troops as their footsteps could be heard echoing away.

There was a pause before the door was open, and the light from the hall crated a silhouette that the exhausted woman could barely make out.

“Well hello there Pemmy. You’re looking well. Hmphmhm.” The voice said with a slight chuckle in her tone.

“L-Lin?! Lin is that you?!” Pema asked frantically. “Lin! What is the meaning of this!? Get your officers to let me go! I’ve done nothing wrong!” Pema barked with a confidence that quickly faded as her “friend” slammed the cell door behind her.

“Oh have you now? Not from where I’m standing.” The powerful woman said as she looked at Pema with those cold unfeeling eyes. Her smug, triumphant smirk never faltering as she paced around her prisoner like a shark with it’s pray.

“As I’m sure you’re aware Pemmy, theft is an offense with devastating consequences. Why anyone would risk capture by committing such a crime is beyond me.” Lin went on, each of her footsteps echoing around Pema’s ears. Her body tensed each time Lin passed by her feet, not knowing what to expect. The bottoms of her soles still tender from their three hour long tickling gauntlet.

“Theft? I-I didn’t steal anything!” Pema choked out, getting more nervous now that the footsteps had stopped. Her friend now only slightly behind her, completely out of sight.

“You’re sure about that, huh? There’s nothing you can think of that you’ve taken? Nothing that you’ve stolen away from someone else? From me?” Lin continued to interrogate while a clicking could be heard by her prisoner.

Sweat started to drip from Pema’s forehead once again. She couldn’t be serious... could she? Was Lin punishing her because of Tenzen? Her mouth went dry as it all started to hit her.

“T-Tenzen? Are you talking about Tenzen?” Pema finally gained the courage to ask. The worry evident on her face.

“Oh Pemmy, that’s just insulting.” Lin chastised mockingly as she stepped into her “thief’s” field of vision. Now brandishing a claw fashioned by the general’s bending. The nails growing longer right in front of the poor prisoner’s eyes.

“Feelings have nothing to do with this. Do you think that I’m so petty? Please, this is just my job.” The intimidating woman gently scratched at Pema’s chin, forcing eye contact. Her gaze was soft and almost friendly... until it wasn’t.

“Did you really think you could steal Tenzen from me and there wouldn’t be consequences?”

Pema looked at her wide eyed and then down at her feet.

“No!” She begged.

“Thief.” Lin only started damningly. Walking closer and closer to her trusted you feed. The gleam from her nails shining in the light of the cell. The fine points ready to unfold untold misery to her poor defenseless feet.

“I suggest taking deep breaths Pemmy. You won’t be free to go until noon tomorrow. Until then.... My men have told me that your feet are.... rather ticklish? Mind if I see for myself?” Lin’s fingers slowly extended until they finally made sweet contact. She slowly scratched down Pema’s soft, shivering flesh leaving only a slight pinkish mark that would fade in seconds. Her feet quivered. Unable to move, unable to escape. As Lin began her scratchy, ticklish, torment.

“NOOOOOHOHOHOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”