"Ladies, I must thank you for joining me here tonight!" A woman in a dark blue pantsuit walked in front of a row of young women. It would have felt very much like a class seminar or a teacher giving a sermon. Except several of the girls were wearing colorful costumes.
And they were all tied down to their chairs. (Also, one of the girls had a tiara like device strapped to her her red haired head.)
"Who are you?" One of the girls, this one clad in a red leotard and domino mask with black spots all over, demanded
"I'm so glad you asked, Ladybug!" The woman chuckled. "In fact I believe some introductions are in order. You may call me Miss Joyous." Joyous pointed to the red head at the end of the row. "And here we have Jean Grey."
Jean scowled at her. "If I get this inhibitor off of my head, you can say goodbye to your language center." She threatened.
Joyous ignored her and moved on to the next girl. "Ladybug, also known as Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
Marinette blinked in shock. "How did-? I mean, I have no idea what you're-"
Moving on to a girl in the loudest colored costume in the room. "The young Ms Marvel, Kamala Kahn."
"I guess all super villains really do like to monologue." Kamala muttered.
"And of course, one of the famous Sailor Scouts, Makoto Kino!" Joyous pointed to the sailor fuku clad girl.
Makoto ignored the woman, instead opting to keep trying to keep trying to break her bindings.
Joyous continued her speech. "Now I bet the four of you have many questions. I can relate, honestly I can. For I have many questions for you too." She smiled coyly at the group. "So why don't we make this simple? Answer all of my questions and not only will I answer yours, I will set you free. No muss, no fuss?"
"Like hell!" Makoto snapped. "You really think we'd cooperate after pulling a stunt like this?"
"Agreed!" Marinette added. "Whatever info you're after, you can't be up to any good."
"A pity." Joyous sighed. "Then we'll just have to do this the hard way. But then-" She flashed a wicked smile. "- I do so enjoy the hard way! Guards?" At her word a pair of uniformed men rolled in a machine. It looked like an old fashioned school projector, but with a lot more machinery attached.
"Hmm... who shall we start with?" Joyous pointed at her captives. "Eeny meenie miney... you!" She pointed the device at Ms Marvel and activated it.
Kamala braced herself as a beam shot from the machine a hit her dead on. "WAAAAaaaiit a sec." She blinked in confusion. "I don't feel anything?" The beam neither burned or hurt. It was like a flashlight was hitting her. Nothing seemed to happen, even when the machine stopped and the light faded.
The others stared at Kamala, trying to see if something was different. "Listen lady, I don't know what you were expecting to happen, but nothing's happening."
Joyous just kept smirking, muttering under her breath under her breath. "3... 2... 1..."
"So why don't you GAH!" Kamala gasped in surprise as her legs suddenly tingled, almost like lightning was shooting through them. Suddenly her feet grew, expanding to almost three times their normal size! If it weren't for her special shoes, they might have burst out of the fabirc. One of her powers was the ability to stretch and grow, kind of like rubber. But her powers had been suppressed (somehow) since she'd been captured, and even if they weren't, this expansion felt nothing like her normal growth. Her feet felt heavy, like full water balloons. She wasn't even sure she'd be able to walk like this.
"What's going on here?" Kamala tried to flex her foot, but gasped as the sole rubbed against the inside of her shoe. Her skin was suddenly super sensitive!
Miss Joyous giggled with, well, joy at her reaction. "This handy, or footsy, little toy makes interrogations so much more enjoyable." She explained. The woman took no small joy in slowly extracting Ms Marvel's feet from her shoes. Kamala gasped and winced every time the fabric rubbed against her skin.
Kamala's bare feet looked cartoonishly huge. She was blushing in embarrassment as the rest of girls could only stare. "So glad you can get your foot fetish jollies from somewhere besides deviantArt." She snarked, trying to retain some of her dignity.
Joyous responded by silently reaching into her pocket and pulling out...
"...please don't." Kamala whispered.
Joyous moved the feather to the girl's bare feet."
"Nononononono!" She struggled at her bindings, trying to pull her feet away, but to no avail.
Feather touched sole.
"AHHHGAAAAHAHAHHAAAHAA!" Kamala couldn't even try to hold it in as Joyous moved the feather up and down. The tip barely made contact, but her swelled foot was so sensitive now, that was more than enough. "STAHP PLEASAAAAAHA NOOO AHAAAHAHA!"
Joyous continued her feathery assault, making sure to run along every line a slip between every toe. By the time she finally pulled away, Kamala was wheezing for air, still giggling. "What a healthy set of lungs you have, Ms Marvel!" She teased.
Kamala didn't answer, her face flushed in shame. Joyous turned back to the machine. "Now that you have seen the effects of our interrogation methods first hand, do the rest of your still want to resist?" She asked the remaining group.
A moment of tense silence passed.
"You can go to hell!" Jean Grey snapped. "If you think I'll give you anything, you obviously don't know me that well!"
"That's right!" Makoto added. "I've faced way worse crap than anything you can throw at me!"
Marinette finished it. "I agree! Whatever questions you have, you can stuff them!"
Miss Joyous briefly frowned at their defiance, but then shrugged. "Very well. I do so enjoy this method anyway." With that said, she pointed the machine at Jean and fired. Then at Ladybug and Makoto in turn. The other girls watched in horror as their feet swelled, tearing out of their shoes and socks. (They weren't fortunate enough to have Kamala's stretching shoes.)
"I guess even magic spandex has a limit." Marinette griped as her massive feet stuck out from her suit's legs.
Her complaint was interrupted by the touch of a feather.
Gratuitous French and laughter followed. Joyous ran her feather all over Ladybug's feet. Swiping around her toes, running along the top, even using the feather's edge to tickle entire parts of her soles.
"Hold on Ladybug!" Makoto tried to encourage the French teen.
Joyous took that as a cue to pull away from Marenette and focus on the Sailor Scout. "Don't worry my dear Jupiter, I have plenty for you too!"
To her credit, Makoto held out longer than the others. But not that much longer.
"......mmmmmmngggggghhhhAammmHHHHAAAAGAHAHHHAAAASSSASTOP! ASAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHA!" Her body shook as Joyous forewent the feather and used the tips of her long nails to tickle several parts of her feet at once.
Finally Joyous went to the last girl in line. "Last chance miss Grey." She offered.
"When I get free I am going to wipe the knowledge of driving, typing and bathroom training from your mind." Jean threatened quietly.
Joyous just smiled and went at Jean's feet, using her nails AND the feather at same time!
"PpffffAAHAAGAGHHAAAA!" Jean's cries rang out as the feather ran along the toes of one foot while the manicured nails tormented the sole of the other.
This went on for about an hour, though it felt much longer to the girls. Joyous swapped between the four of them, tickling them with feathers, her fingers, even pulling out toothbrushes! By the end of it, the four teens were all slumped over, panting and exhausted, feeling both giggly and infuriated.
"Such stubborn girls!" Joyous huffed. "As much fun as this is, I can't spend all my time interrogating you!"
As If on cue, a guard walked up to Joyous and whispered something in her ear. "Oh, speaking of time, I have to get back to work." She pointed to the girl's. "Guards, escort the ladies to their cells. Maybe they'll be more talkative after some time cooling off!" With that she turned on her heel, exiting the the room through the only door. (It required her to scan an ID card.)
The guards stepped forward and untied the girls one at a time, leading them to cells built into the far wall. The teenage heroes struggled to walk on their bloated, highly sensitive feet. Ladybug even fell, almost knocking one of the guards over. Five of them had to work together to get Makoto into her cell. (And she still managed to throw one over her shoulder!)
With the cell doors locked the guards filed out of the room. The girls were on their own.
"Well this is a fine mess." Jean sighed, slumping to the ground to lean against her door.
Kamala gripped the bars on her door. "This would be no problem if something wasn't blocking my powers!"
"Same." Jean agreed.
"It wouldn't fix everything, but I'd love to transform and zap the lot of them." Makoto growled as she punched the wall.
Ladybug watched the door for a moment. "My powers aren't quite as flashy as all that, but..." She stuck her hand out of her cell bars and opened it, revealing a ring of keys. "I have been told I have an eye for little details."
The others all perked up immediately. "Ladybug you beautiful Frenchie! All right, let's come up with a plan."
"But of course they'll crack." Joyous explained to the person on the other end of the line. "Have I ever failed you before?" She listened to her caller's answer. "And I appreciate your patience, along with your investment." Another answer. "I understand. As soon as I am finished you will be the first to know."
With that she hung up with a sigh. Clients. Can't live with them, can't work without them. Sometimes they just didn't understand the scheduling conflicts that came with working multiple tasks at once. Still, so long as she was working this job she might as well enjoy it.
"Maybe I'll get some pumice stones and see just how sensitive those feet can get?" She mused, enjoying the idea more than she should.
A sudden thump from outside snapped her out of her reverie. "Quiet down out there!" Joyous snapped. "I'm trying to concentrate!" Her orders seemed to be either unheard or ignored, as more noises, thumps and the odd yell, came through. "What is going on out there?" She stood to go look out her door.
And jumped back in shock as the door was knocked open, one of her guards had been slammed into it. "What?!"
Joyous looked into the hallway and saw Makoto, leg still stretched out from a kick. Her massive foot suddenly looked less silly and more like a hammer strapped to her leg.
"Hey, Miss Joyous!" Makoto cracked her knuckles. "Let's have that chat you wanted...."
"Say Jean? Since we got our stuff back from her desk, couldn't you just read her mind and get the information out of her that way?" Ladybug pointed out as she ran a feather between a set of toes.
Jean shrugged, the device blocking her powers long gone. "Oh, I pulled the info from her mind as soon as we walked in." She traced her feather around the edge of a foot. "I just think we should see if we can get it out of her this way too."
"So?" A transformed Sailor Jupiter was being rather devious, and was sending static sparks into the bottom of a massive sole to stimulate it. "Who was she working for?"
"STOOOPPPPAAHHHAHAH! PLEAAHAAHAA HAA!!"
"Some guy named MM." Jean switched to a pumice stone.
Ms Marvel, who's expanded hand was able to tickle an entire gorged foot by herself, tilted her head. "Never heard of them."
"I CAN'T-I CAN'T-I AHAHAHHHAAA!"
"We'll deal with him later." Jean noted. "First we finish here."
And so Miss Joyous's laughter echoed through the halls of her hideout. If any of the guards could move, they choose not to, so scared they were of the vindictive teens, unwilling to join their boss in what might be the worst tickling of their lives. Their boss would peter out, get used to the tickling. Eventually.
"Someone go for her arm pits next!"