A Thousand Words: Hotaru’s Ironic Predicament
Hotaru tripped and went sprawling face-down into the grass. All that passed through her mind in that moment was to throw her Silence Glaive away from her, lest she impale or injure herself on her own weapon. Half-turning, she tried to get up but felt the weight of her attacker on her legs, pinning her to the ground. In that moment, Hotaru realized that she was nearly helpless, her only option being to try and destroy both herself and the demon with a point-blank attack… the swiftness of her multi-armed opponent surprised her again. No sooner had her clawlike feet latched onto Hotaru’s ankles than more hands grabbed her wrists, pulling and soon forcing her into a kneeling position of sorts, legs slightly spread and arms above her head.
I’m done for… no way to attack like this, and her claws can tear out my throat or my heart before I have time to blink…
Hotaru cast a frantic glance towards her Silence Glaive, so near and yet impossible to pick up. For her, anyway… as her captor held her more or less in position, she noticed Hotaru’s glance toward her weapon, and with a toothy grin that showed her little fangs picked it up with one of her spare hands, whispering into Hotaru’s ear, “Oh, did you want this, girl?” She hefted it and smirked at Hotaru. Hotaru’s eyes were locked on the blade of the glaive.
What irony… to be killed by my own weapon… and taunted before that even.
Hotaru decided to close her eyes and not behave like a simpering girl. She was a Sailor Senshi, the most powerful of all, the Senshi of Death. As she dealt out death, so too must it come to claim her someday, and when that time came, she could not face it with fear… Hotaru’s mental prep talk was jarred to a halt when she felt the shaft of her weapon pressed into the backs of her wrists. Leather straps were being wound about her wrists and forearms, tying both her hands to the bar of her Silence Glaive.
Why is she binding me to my own weapon? Is she mocking me? Or… does she have something else in mind?
Hotaru shivered as the creature finished binding her wrists. She knew that these demons were very capable of toying with their victims if they had the chance, and even now, she was putting the shaft between her teeth, essentially binding Hotaru fast with six free hands to do as she would… Stoic resolve aside, Hotaru quivered slightly in uncertainty… and felt her eyes snap open as she quivered again, this time from a gentle touch under her arm. Confused for a moment, she felt the touch again, a smooth, slow stroking of the demon’s nail against her bare underarm.
No way… I’ve heard of some pretty bizarre things, but… don’t tell me that… this thing’s going to…?
There was no avoiding it. Her mouth was twitching into a smile, and when the touch was repeated, under both arms this time, Hotaru couldn’t contain a giggle. The demon’s ears twitched and she grinned widely at the soft girlish titter. The nails continued to stroke, softly, as Hotaru tried to fight giggling, mouth compressed into a tight line, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Still grinning demonically, the demon added more fingers, stroking Hotaru’s smooth, exposed underarms. By increments she increased the intensity of her tickling, until Hotaru was letting out constant giggles, though they were not yet hysterical.
I can’t believe this… I’m giggling like a
helpless schoolgirl, and she still has four free hands… since when are
exposed
underarms a weakness?
Hotaru’s sides quaked with giggles as the demon’s fingers found exactly the tempo to keep her giggling steady and constant. She could not have known that the demon’s trained eyes were able to calculate her degree of ticklishness so precisely, or that it was able to control its own movements so finely. The demon’s striking blue eyes traced over Hotaru and noted two more areas for exploitation. With exacting precision two more of its hands touched Hotaru’s body, settling atop the girl’s ribs and sides. As her fingers began wiggling, the demon grinned wider.
I don’t know how much more of this I can take… I feel like my sides are going to split from giggling if she keeps this up…
The demon’s grin widened as much as it could without the haft of the Silence Glaive popping out of her mouth. Hotaru’s head was pressed backwards, right into her, and from that and her hands she could feel the passage of every giggle and laugh from Hotaru’s chest to her throat. Her ears twitched constantly at hearing the sweet tone, and she decided that it was time to stop teasing. Hotaru felt the demon’s fingers start digging into her underarms, tickling hard, and the hands on her ribs began to squeeze, squeezing the suddenly gale-force laughter out of her lungs and through her throat.
I thought tickle torture was only a saying… this gives new meaning to the phrase “tickled to death”…!
Hotaru couldn’t stand it anymore. Or thought she couldn’t. The relentless nails and fingers tickling her vulnerable upper body were bad enough, but then she felt the final pair of hands begin squeezing and tickling her thighs. With a jolt that very nearly jarred some of the demon’s teeth loose Hotaru’s body arched and thrashed, previously constant and pleasant laughter turning into helpless shrieks of tormented laughter. And still the six hands tickled her body, the demon’s pointed ears quivering almost constantly now, reveling in the sound of laughter, and uncontrolled laughter was of course the best…
Finally, when Hotaru felt as if she could take no more, the demon released her to slump exhausted onto the grass. Too tired to even sit up, or even to try working her wrists free, Hotaru closed her eyes, gulping in air. Her whole body still tingled with ticklish feeling, and just rubbing herself against the blades of grass seemed to tickle gently…
As soon as I can get up, I’m buying a sailor
fuku with sleeves…