Au contraire by Exa-Spirit on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

So, you thought you had me. Tee hee. But now, it is I who has you under the tips of my fingernails!

I know everything about you. I know because mother shared everything with me about the discarded child, and I know because I have been watching you myself. Ever since you got to the academy and made your grand entrance, proclaiming your preemptive victory over Satsuki-san, then you were humbled. Although, you were not discouraged because you were a strong girl, yet a dangerously vengeful one. So, I knew right away how to get closer to you.

La vie est drole.

The plan had been simple, but my expectations of you and your silly friends restraining me like some deranged beast had caught me off guard. I thought that once your opportunity to lash out and unleash your prideful rage on me, presented on a gleaning silver platter right at your doorstep, you would take it. But, sigh, I guess that surrounding yourself with these enemies turned allies, seemed to have had held back that beast you wore so proud across your juicy chest. They thought enslaving me, and interrogating me for OUR mother’s plans was the most reasonable plan of action. However, I could see it when our gaze connected, as I faked my puppy eyes of defeat and dread, yours was truly filled with hatred and anger. Oh, it was so beautiful that you almost made me break character to simply cackle at you. Patience was the fruitful key that was needed to end up closer to your sweet body.

Mon-mignon prêt-à-porter

I will admit, the days of humiliation under the hands of that pink haired pet of Satsuki-san, hurt my pride. The way she held herself, small in size, but acting as if she was the one in control. Scouring my pure body with those filthy hands. Forcing me to emanate involuntary screams, as she touched my body in places only Ragyo-sama was allowed to violate at her own consent. It made me a little angry, I guess not a little angry, but I wanted to snatch the life out of her right then and there. But there she was fearless and in control of me, despite having witnessed earlier how easily I nearly took the life one that monkey brained student council member with just a prick of pinky. Did she have no sense of danger?

Then she casually thinks that she has had her joy with me, and that playing me like one of her fine-tuned instruments needed to be savored for the foreseeable future. What does she do next? She lets that sickening, disgustingly happy, brunette haired friend of yours play with me like one of her toys. No intent to interrogate me. Replicating what she saw during my session with that pink haired slut. She simply did not follow the ‘rules’, but instead dove into some unregulated fun with my body. I laughed half-heartedly at her touches, she got a pleasant rise out of it as if pulling a string on a talking doll. Sure, I admit I am a doll in appearance, but I am NOT your play thing you silly little imbecile. Half-heartedly laughing at her vain touches, blushing red with embarrassment, but in truth my body was scorching on the inside with anger.

That is when she said the words that set me off, the words which would release my hands from the primitive bindings around my wrists, words that would unshackle my wrath hidden deep beneath the innocent laughter, “Ahahahaha! This is so much fun, I think I can convince Ryuko-chan to let me play with you longer! I mean knowing Ryuko and if she did make an appearance, she would destroy my fun. Let’s keep this a secret from her okay? I don’t like it when Ryuko-chan gets angry. Hihi.”

Au Contraire

Oh, I would keep it a secret alright. Even weeks later, in this moment, as I have fun with her closest friend’s pieds, my delicious Ryuko’s soles. Taunting and telling her how gullible she was in thinking she and her friends could have kept me down for even a second. She did not need to know of the devilish favor I had to return to both her happy go-lucky friend and that pink haired slut. I do have to thank them and give thanks I gave, because their teasing fingers upon my body were inspiring and gave me numerous thoughts to break you in such a fun way, sigh.

So, when I decide to mercifully give you a break, maybe next morning, I will pay them a visit down below in that hell hole. Tee hee.

“Hey!” Giving these soles a playful slap, “Are you even listening to me? Actually, that is a silly question, I guess you aren’t a mind reader. But I just want you to know I have been thinking to myself about how excited I was to finally get close to you!” Swooning to myself in thought, clawing my nails deep along your arches, the trailing skin depressions showing off the soft skin of this hardened girl. Boy, would anyone resist from pouncing on this girl, once they found out about her soft side? I mean that both metaphorically and physically. Fufu. “And, Ryuuuuukkoooo, I know you want to laugh. All you have been doing is hiding your pretty face and burying it in my pillow! I know my pillow’s fragrance is very attractive. But, muffled giggling? Silly girl, just, let me hear that sweet voice of yours!” I do have to admit, my loins quivered with absolute joy and shook more violently with you, Ryuko-chan, in between them. You cannot blame Ryuko-chan though. I knew the moment once I peeled those ridiculous shoes off her surprisingly feminine pieds, dragging the cusp of the shoes’ entrance along the balls of her feet, up her soles, and a flick of her heels. You could see how helplessly sensitive she was! Humph, trying to protect them by placing one foot atop the other, what hope would she have once she actually knew. But you knew, what I knew? I knew every humiliating sacrifice I had to endure up to this point, my soles, my smile, my innocence, it was worth it.

Because now, as I watch her attempts at breaking the life fibered toe ties, wrapped so vehemently around these shapely big toes, and no way to break them. Her body pleading to find an inch freedom. Perhaps even internally pleading to her closest friend on her body, senketsu was it? For him to wake up and give her the power to break free. Little did she know, the kamui that dawned her small and voluptuous body was a replica. Of course, with some of my own, the grand seamstress, personal modifications. Oh, I wish to tell her of the fate on how I dismantled senketsu and as he yelled for you, Ryuko-chan, to awaken from your slumber. Sadly, for you, he will not be here any longer.

“So, Ryuko-chan. We have ten of your little toesies here. Ten of my sharp nails. Maybe, ten hours to go. Do you think we can finally spend some time to get closer to one another? These nails are friendly, I wonder if the undersides of your toes might welcome them?” Ryuko was lost in nervous giggles, she could feel my nails spidering ever so slowly up from her heels, inching closer to her helpless toes. “Since you are one of Ragyo-sama’s own, I promised her I would take care of you for a long **TIME.**” I saw her wagging that lovely head slowly side to side, perhaps if I were to take a look now, Ryuko’s eyes would be filled with disillusioned belief that this was all a bad dream. She would be half-right, because I would make this bad dream a reality.

“Hey! PAY ATTENTION HERE!” Scribbling my pink nails a mere centimeter away from the stems of her toes. “I do not think, you understand me. Surely, your mind is filled with thoughts of anger of defeat, confusion, and dread. Those are many thoughts.” Ryuko was able to stifle her giggles, just for a moment, a bit shocked by my sudden rise in tone. “I just want you to know, that we are going to become familiar with one another. I spent too much time trying to get you,” as I placed my hands deftly across the red and warm soles, “under the palm of my hands. Fate may have helped you get away from me. But, Ryuko Matoi, now? You are mine. This is only the end of your freedom.” With a second-wind, she peeked her eyes towards me, cringed her eyes in that oh so familiar expression and was able to muster up the energy to throw fury induced words. I let her have her minute. Her words fell upon deaf ears, and you who is reading this, probably have no need for these empty words neither. “Ryuko, my precious, are trying to intimidate me? Make me think that once you get you free you might hurt me? Maybe even think someone is going to save you?” Trailing my finger nails upwards, they rested on the edge of the balls of her feet, their presence breath away from her toes, quieting her rage. Because what was next, were the words that would spell t-I-c-k-l-e t-o-r-t-u-r-e, through my own interpretation of course. “I just want to let you know, no, there is no saving here. Plot armor, does not break into this room and set you free. Not even the next room I am going to introduce you to. Or the next. Or the one after that. It’s never never never never coming! Tee hehehehahahahahaahaha!” Gosh, could you see the look on her face, it could write a novel on its own. Maybe, I’ll share more with you.

“Ryuko, let me re-introduce myself.”

Clearing my throat.

“I am Nui Harime, and I am going to have lots of fun, joy, and ecstasy filled sessions bestowing the evilest of tickle tortures upon your body tonight. Tomorrow. The weeks to come. The foreseeable months. The unknown future.” For cliché purposes, I bared my razor sharped grin and laughed maniacally.

If only, Ryuko could read my mind. Break into this sweet, innocent, and crazy mind of my own. Oh, how I wished to see she would wet her pants at the thought of them. But, all is well. Fufu. In the realm of the grand seamstress, showing is better than telling. But I will let you in on a little secret, come closer:

I promise you, since you stuck with me for this long, there is a lot more tickling to show. ..

Phew still reading ? still here ? if Yes than let me first of all give Credit where Credit is due.

This Story here was written of course not by me but by So make sure guys and Gals to give some thanks in that direction as well, every Type of Art needs to be honored the same way ^^

Now with this said, everyone knows some Projects of mine or where they went... Unfortunately, with nothing to really whitewash and not attemtping to do so. But at least it doesnt means one can't try and still create where previously stuck yes ? Therefore bear with this infrequent reapearing of a certain pretty in pink Gal and the mischief she brings with her, namely Nui. This time after fav.me/d8nqjhe and fav.me/dadz1pl her Adventure continues and these Pictures are the Connections for anyone who may be new to them.