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“Haaaaah.” Alisa let out a long sigh, kicking her legs underneath her desk. “Seriously, what am I even doing here? Can’t believe I fell for Sara’s provocation. A special lesson? Really?” She resisted the urge to sigh again, and glanced out the window.
“Thank you for waiting, Alisa! I’m glad you could volunteer your time to this.” Alisa reacted to Sara’s voice, but her jaw quickly dropped to the floor when she saw Sharon walk in the room beside her.
“What kind of lesson is this if you’ve got Sharon coming in with you?” She asked, “She might be helping with the dorm, but she’s not a teacher.” She glanced over at the grinning maid, “and don’t tell me you got a teaching license just to prove me wrong.”
She giggled into her hand and shook her head, “Unfortunately, I did not. While that would be a good idea, I’m afraid I wouldn’t want to put your homeroom teacher out of a job.”
“Yeah teaching is hard and-” Sara’s eyes narrowed at Sharon’s response, “What was that?”
She giggled again, clearly having the time of her life at both Sara and Alisa’s distress. “In any case, I do think we should tell her, it would be more fun that way.”
“Hmm..” Sara paused and crossed her arms, “I suppose we could…”
Sharon zipped out from behind her teacher, and before she could finish blinking, her maid reached out and grabbed her wrists, pulling them up above her head. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. “S-Sharon! What are you doing?”
Sara took the opportunity to approach her, eyeing her like a rabbit on the hunt. Her teacher’s arms reached out and tickled at her exposed sides. “AH! What are you, hahahaha doing!”
“Just running a little test, one that I’m very happy with.” Sara sang cheerfully.
“S-stop it right this hehehehehehe instant! This isn't funny, HAHAHAHA!”
Sharon chuckled to herself, “Oh no lady Alisa, I think this is hilarious.” Before Alisa could react to that ludicrous statement from her maid, her arms were lowered and tied behind her back. How the heck did she even get her tied up so fast… she had a feeling she didn’t want to know the answer to that question, as she glanced up at her smiling maid.
“Well, we might as well answer your question now that you can’t run away.” Sara smirked, “We’ll be putting you through a little torture. Of the tickling variety.”
Alisa flinched at the word torture, and flinched a second time at the mention of tickling. Did those two know? She bit her lip softly and tried to keep her composure. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not laughing!”
Sara’s smile sent chills down her spine. “This isn’t a joke, but I did think of something funny.” Before Sara could elaborate, she ducked out of sight and Alisa could feel Sara’s hands brushing up against her boots.
“What the heck?! Get off me!” Alisa thrashed and squirmed, but Sharon was doing her part to hold her down, so her resistance was proving to be futile as Sara expertly unraveled the laces of her boots. One popped off and she screamed out! “Put that back this instant!”
“Nope!” She smiled and with a single pop, her other boot came loose. “Ah, free at last, too bad the rest of you won’t be soon. Isn’t this so much more fun, Sharon?”
Sharon giggled, “Yes, I have to agree, Lady Sara. Shall we carry her kicking and screaming to the tickle room?”
“For once I’m glad you read my mind, Sharon.” Sara laughed and the two older women picked her up like a sack hoisting her over their shoulder with composed and precise teamwork. “Let’s go go go!”
“What are you doing! Put me down this instaaaaaaaant!” She shrieked as Sharon and Sara rushed down the corridor, “What is wrong with you two!”
“Aww don’t be scared. We won’t be too hard on you~” Sara teased, “We’re just going tie you up a little, play around for a bit and see what happens.”
“You’ll be perfectly fine, my lady. Probably.” Sharon giggled, and Alisa suddenly discovered that probably was the most dangerous word that could escape from her maid’s lips.
“S-Stop! Put me down! Let me go! I swear I’ll scream!”
“Well that is kind of the point.” Sara teased as she opened the door. “It wouldn’t be proper training if you didn’t scream a little, right Elliot?”
“E-Elliot!” She gasped, “What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you’re in on this too?!”
“Sorry.” He muttered, while helping Sara and Sharon get her into position, “When Sara has an idea in her head, it’s hard to get her to say no. Try not to worry, I’m sure it won’t be as bad as they’re making it sound.”
Alisa grit her teeth as she was shoved into her prison, the restraints on the chair coiled around her wrists and ankles, forcing her to be the subject of Instructor Sara’s twisted games. Yet for a brief moment she had to wonder why there were two chairs there. Were they planning on capturing someone else too? “Untie me this instant! When mother hears about this-”
“Do you really think Irina would mind?” Sharon teased, “I think you can imagine what she would say, wouldn’t you?”
Alisa’s face grew pale as she imagined her mother’s flippant reaction. “Sharon!”
She shook her head, “Don’t worry lady Alisa, you won’t be alone in this tickling at the very least. Sara and I have both offered to be tickled as well, while Master Elliot will be doing the tickling today.”
“Lucky you, stud.” Sara said, prodding him in the belly, “It’s not every day you get to tickle two badass babes and one of your classmates.” Her fingers danced around his stomach, and he let out the most melodious giggles. Even his laughter was blessed by music, it seemed.
“Seriously, this joke isn’t funny.” Alisa protested, wrestling against the tight binds, “You guys have had your fun, now let me go. And give me back my boots while you’re at it!”
“Tsk tsk, you should know better, Alisa.” Sara wagged her finger, “I never joke. Except when I do!” She winked again and Alisa worried that she might get a headache if this kept up. “Now then, Mister Craig, you have a decision to make. Do you want to tickle me first, or Sharon?”
Elliot’s face betrayed his excitement and embarrassment at it all, but he didn’t hesitate to make his choice. “Sharon, would you do the honours?”
“I’d be delighted, Master Elliot.” She hummed, and joined her lady on the tickling chairs. After getting some help from Sara to get strapped in she was ready to go, smiling all the while.
Sara purred, “Excellent choice, Elliot. I’ve always wanted to go to town on Alisa’s feet, and you’ve given me the perfect opportunity!” Like a cat, she leapt at the action, her fingers scrambling for Alisa’s bare soles.
“NOOOOO! HAHAHA, stop!” She shrieked, “This isn’t funny!” Her body writhed and squirmed but she couldn’t make it out of her tightening bonds. “Stop…” her fingers dug into the arms of her chair, “STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAH! MAKE IT HAHAHAHA, STOOOOOOOP!” Her eyes glared at her teacher, “Get your hands off of me-hehehehahahahaha!
“If you’re screaming like that already, you’re going to be in for a rough time.” Sara teased, “We’re just getting started with this tickle lesson! Coochie coochie coo!”
“STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA! DON’T HAHAHAHA DO THAT!”
Sara’s tickles were rough and aggressive, and so quick that Elliot was caught off guard. Sharon however was smiling all the while, gently kicking her beautiful legs up and down to draw his attention. It was time he got started as well, and he would need to remove her boots to do it first. Unravelling her laces, he pulled off her boots one at a time, and gently unrolled her socks.
“My, such a gentleman.” Sharon blushed as he handled her legs with delicate care.
“You have beautiful feet, Sharon.” Elliot gulped as he finished taking her socks off, his eyes drawn to the little wiggle of her toes.
“Be careful with them, I am quite ticklish.” She teased, rotating her feet in place. Taking that as an invitation to go further, he reached out for her toes, rubbing them gently. True to her word, she giggled almost immediately, unable to contain her laughs for a single second. “Hehehe, you’re quite good at this, hahahaha!”
‘So it was true…” he mumbled to himself, encouraged to tickle her even more. Though to be honest, he could barely hear her over Alisa’s screams, as Sara was anything but delicate.
“Sara! Stop! I swear I’ll hahahahaha!” Sara dug her fingers in deeper, really making her howl to silence any protests she might have.
“Oh Alisa, you’re not having fun? Look at how much your maid is enjoying it. I really don’t see the problem here.” She laughed at her own joke before turning to her other student. “So Elliot, what do you think of Sharon’s feet? Give me your honest thoughts!”
“They’re cute…” Elliot trailed off, his face turning red, and providing Sara with all the amusement she could ever want.
She clapped her hands together and laughed, unwittingly giving poor Alisa a moment to catch her breath. “Every woman loves an honest man, but-” Her eyes narrowed, “You don’t really think she has cuter feet than me, do you?” She punctuated her statement by going harder on Alisa, trying to get her to scream even louder than before.
“Sara! You evil teacher! HAHAHAHA! I’ll get you for-hahahaha this! Hahahahaha stop it hahahahaha!”
Elliot looked down and shook his head. “Oh, I’m only kidding.” Sara giggled, “No need to get discouraged, they are very beautiful feet.”
“Why thank you lady-hehehehehe Sara!” Sharon tried her best to remain polite, but she was having a hard time through all the laughter. Elliot was really enjoying seeing what kind of reactions he could get out of the maid, as his fingers moved nimbly to create the best music he could. But if his tickles were meant for harmony, Sara’s were made for dischord.
“This isn’t funny, make it stop!” Alisa screamed, tears forming in her eyes as her face had gone completely red. “I can’t hahahahahaha breathe hahahaha!”
“Hmm, I guess I can relent.” Sara begrudgingly said, putting her hands away, “If I go any harder you may actually pass out. What do you say, Elliot?”
“I suppose that works out.” Elliot said, “Sara, I think I’d like to tickle you now.”
Sharon nodded and got up from her seat, offering Sara a chance without a moment of hesitation. “I wonder if you’ll appreciate my tickles more, Lady Alisa. It has been a long time since I’ve done something like this.”
Alisa felt uneasy, but anything was better than Sara’s monstrous fingers coming down on her. And having a moment to breathe was better than nothing.
“You should consider yourself lucky, Alisa.” Sara teased her as she sat down in the chair beside her, “Aren’t you glad you have such a gentleman like Elliot coming to your rescue?” She wiggled her legs and grinned, “You know what to do, Elliot.”
He nodded and started unlacing her boots, taking them off carefully and placing them beside Sharon’s. He pulled off her socks and was once again floored by how beautiful her feet were. It was almost a shame that they belonged to someone like Sara.
Sensing the fact that he was zoning out, Sara quickly moved her feet, using her toes to lift up his shirt and get a few preemptive tickles in on his exposed belly. “Pay attention, now. You don’t have me strapped in like Alisa is.”
“Hehe, you raise a fair point instructor. I’m sorry, I’ll take this seriously.” He gave a chilling smile and got to work. He changed his tickling pace and gave Sara something a lot rougher than he did Sharon.
“W-wait, you can slow-hehehe down a HAHAHAHA bit!” Sara’s face went pale, as Elliot just gave her a calm, cherubic smile. “Wait! Hahahahaha! Make it stop-HAHAHAHAHA! I wasn’t ready yet! Hahahahahaha!”
Alisa giggled at the sight. It gave her a small bit of comfort to know that Sara was even worse than she was when it came to being tickled. Unfortunately that small bit of comfort receded when she felt Sharon’s hand brush against her toes. “Ah! Sharon! Hahahaha!”
“You shouldn’t bounce around so much, my lady. I’m only just getting started.” She giggled, and continued her enigmatic assault, eliciting screams all the while. “Oh, this is so much fun!”
“Sharon! Hahahaha, stop it! Why do you know exactly where I’m tick-hehehe-lish?!” Alisa screamed as her back arched in the chair.
“Because you’re ticklish everywhere, my lady.” She retorted with a perfect answer, which only made things worse for Alisa. “But I suppose I should make this an enjoyable experience for you as well as myself. A mere maid shouldn’t deign to put her own enjoyment above her master’s.” She tilted her head and smiled. “How about we sing a song? I think you know this one very well~”
She grabbed her big toe and started to sing, “This little piggy went to market~”
“No! Stop it! HAHAHAHAHA!”
“This little piggy stayed home!”
“Sha-hahahahahahaha-ron!”
“This little piggy had roast beef~”
“I swear, I’ll tell mother! Hahahahahaha!”
“And this little piggy had none!” Sharon laughed at Alisa’s predicament, enjoying herself far more than Alisa could ever imagine. Only through a brief break in her screams did she notice that Elliot was doing the exact same thing to Sara, and she had never seen her instructor that red before.
“Stop it-HAHA! Elliot!” Sara screamed, “I’m too-HAHAHA cool to have this happen to hehehe-me!”
“C’mon Sara, sing along if you can! This little piggy had roast beef~”
“I’ve got beef right-HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh Aidios stop it! HAHAHAHAHAH!”
“And this little piggy had none!”
“Stop! Stop! Stop it! Hahahahahahaha!”
Elliot and Sharon joined together in unison for the last line, “and this little piggy went WEE WEE WEE, all the way home!”
“Hahahahaha, stop it!” Alisa squealed through bright red cheeks.
“This is so hahahaha-embarassing!” Sara wanted to hide her face with her hands, but had no such luck getting out of the special Sharon-made restraints.
Their fingers on their respective target’s pinky toes, they all wiggled and screamed with laughter, finding enjoyment in the shared experience, until their sides hurt too much from laughing and they all needed a chance to catch their breaths.
“Are you having fun yet, my lady?” Sharon asked, as she watched Elliot playing with Sara’s toes from the corner of her eye.
“Are you kidding me? Of course not!” Alisa huffed, “How could I ever find this base torture any fun?”
Sharon tilted her head, “Well you say that, but take a look at the straps on your wrists.” Alisa looked down, and wiggled her wrist around to find that the straps weren’t just loose, they were practically unfastened already. One more little twist was all it took to free her right hand from its restraint.
“S-seriously?!” Alisa blushed red as she hung her head, “I can’t believe I could have escaped this whole time… was I really enjoying myself that much?” She shook her head, “I’ll admit it was fine when you were doing it, but I REFUSE to let Sara do that to me!”
Sharon smiled and tilted her head like she had another mischievous idea in mind. Fortunately, this was one idea Alisa could get behind. “My lady, as a reward for your honesty, would you like to put lady Sara through some tickles as well?”
She couldn’t agree fast enough, “That sounds fair to me!” She quickly undid the other strap with her free hand, and together they surrounded their captured prisoner.
“W-wait, what was that?!” Sara gulped as she saw Sharon and Alisa in her peripheries. “H-hold on, we can talk about this can’t we?! This wasn’t part of the deal at all!”
“I’m so sorry, Sara, but when it comes to my duties, I am a maid of the Reinford family first and foremost.” She said, sounding completely sincere, but Sara could feel a chill go down her spine at that angelic smile of hers. Sara’s eyes turned to her young student, who looked more than eager to start tickling, the way she was wiggling her fingers. “Elliot, save me!”
But it was too late as he had already stepped aside, and let Alisa take her turn. “How do you like this, instructor?”
“Wait, stop! Not there! Wait pleEEK! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Sara howled, “My feet are sensi-HAHAHA-tive! Be gentle! Hahahaha no please Aidios hahahahaha no hahahaha my feet hahahah they hahahaha are too hahahahah ticklish!”
“What’s the matter, Sara? We’re just getting started.” Alisa’s teeth flash and Sara could feel an inescapable dread drape its slender fingers across her soul. To say nothing of the slender fingers currently going to town on her soles.
“Mercy!” She begged, “Mercy-heheheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHA! St-hahahahaha-ahp ittttttt!”
Sharon just giggled at the sight, happy to see her lady finally having a chance to enjoy herself. Elliot wiped the sweat off his brow, smiling at the sight as well. Before the two could share a word, Sharon pushed him into the vacated chair, and smiled. “You don’t have to say it master Elliot, I know exactly what you’re thinking.”
He gulped and put out his feet for Sharon, who gleefully took them in stride. “Such a good ticklish boy you are. Let’s have lots of fun together, okay?”
And so their tickle room was surrounded by the sounds of laughter, from the gentle, sweet giggles of Elliot under Sharon’s gentle touch, or the howling screams of terror from Sara, as Alisa brought all of her pent up frustration to bear.