Training to be a ninja was always going to be a difficult process, though Kappei didn’t think the curriculum would be so….intensive. One of the many tests set by his grandfather and masters, the young ninja underwent a test not many ninja can pass on the first attempt: Interrogation. Even as sneaky and as stealthy ninjas can be, there’s almost a certainty they can get captured and most likely held until they’re willing to divulge information. A ninja must not only be able to withstand the tortures that come with interrogation, but the ability to escape between the breaks. By learning these skills, a ninja can still control their situation even in captivity.
The rules were simple, Kappei would be interrogated for a special code, if he ends up giving it to the interrogator, the torture will be over. However, Kappei would end up having to repeat a good chunk of Ninja fundamentals as punishment, something that made the boy recoil in horror.. Kappei didn’t exactly know what they were going to do to him, but he was already being carried off to a scary looking interrogation chamber to begin his trial. The setup was pretty simple, a wooden surface for Kappei to sit on, large wooden stocks clamp down on his ankles, locked together with a padlock, the key for which was in the guard’s possession. His arms were tied tight in a box tie behind his back, with the final touch being a thick blindfold to further add challenge to his escape and to prevent him from seeing what they plan for him. Kappei was admittedly scared, but he kept a firm face even as they circled him and prepared to….take his boots? What?
Kappei felt his footwear loosen and move away, he didn’t wear socks in his boots because of the padded in-sole inside of them, making them mostly redundant. His sole lightly blushed around the ball of his foot and his heel for how long they’ve been in those boots, his small, round toes gently wiggling in the cool air of the chamber. He wasn’t sure what they were going to do with his feet, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for pain….or any torture for that matter. No matter what, he had to finish his training, no matter what they threw at-
“PHFT!?” He spurt, feeling a dig of a finger around his foot. It scrunched in response, trying to wiggle away from the now wiggling finger. “W-Wha-hat are you do-hoing!?” He sputtered, still trying to move his foot away to no avail.
“Aaaah. There’s a little weak spot.” The gruff interrogator smirked, adding more fingers to Kappei’s soft, squishy sole.
“Ghee-hee! S-stop that!” Kappei yelled, only to be answered with fingers on his opposite sole, scribbling and tickling it just as vigorously as the other. His supple soles wriggled and paddled in the stocks, but couldn’t escape the speed and grip of the fingers kneading his sole.
“P-PAH! PAHAHAHAHAHA~! NOHOHO! STAHP THAT!” Kappei burst into giggles, his bondage thumping and creaking under his struggles.
Tickling. Of all the things, why did his torture have to be tickling? His grandfather adored teasing him with sneaky pokes or scribbles around his sides when he was practicing his sword stances, or when Kappei didn’t get out of bed in time, his feet would be targeted under the covers until he awoke with embarrassed giggling. He probably should have known better that his grandfather would never place him in a situation where he’s harmed….but did it have to be tickle torture? Under the scrabbling fingers, his soles started to blush red, and his toes wildly wiggling in an attempt to lessen the ticklish frenzy on his soles, it wasn’t working.
“AUGH! HEHEHEHEHE-AAHAHAHAHA!” Kappei shrieked, his head thrashing both ways to bring himself back to focus, that was until the fingers got to the underside of his toes. “A-AAAAH! GYAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAOOO!” He howled, he knew he shouldn’t have given his interrogator the pleasure, but the undersides were just so sensitive, it was nearly impossible for him to resist shrieking when it was targeted.
The finger tickling lasted for an eternity for Kappei, but for the interrogator it was only around 10 to 12 minutes of tickle torture. Kappei was left to pant, soles pinkened from the tickle abuse and toes wiggling to rid themselves of the awful tingling left behind from it all. Kappei felt his lungs burn, if this was just the start, what else could this interrogator possibly do to him?
“Give me the code, and we can end this early.” His interrogator spoke in a gruff voice, Kappei could hear him walking around to his left side, the sudden clacking of a metal latch and the clanging of tools inside tell him that it’s very likely it’s full of tools meant to torture the poor ninja.
“I-I’m not telling you….anything.” The boy said defiantly, he hears the interrogator move back towards him.
“Well then. That just means more fun for me.” The interrogator chuckled, and without warning, Kappei felt something prickly roll up and down his soles.
“G-GHA!? HAH-HAHAHAHAHA!” He cackled, feeling the tool roll its prickly wheel up and down his now scrunching sole.
“This is a wartenburg; perfect for soft, ticklish little ninja feet~.” His torturer teased, if he wasn’t already red from laughing, Kappei would have blushed at that statement. The wartenburg hurt as much as it tickled, pricking his soles, but also getting at the nerves just right to force out cackles from the poor captive. His toes were soon held back by the torturer, allowing the wartenburg to run under the baby soft skin of his under-toes and in-betweens. Kappei never screamed as loud as he had before, nearly breaking him enough to give the code before biting his tongue. At this point, he wasn’t sure what would do him in first; the tickling, or his sanity ultimately breaking because of his stubbornness. It wasn’t limited to just one foot, the tickling alternated between his abused soles just to keep it fresh and as torturous as the first time.
His feet were left alone after an additional 20 minutes of intense tickle torture, and the constant questioning of “the code”. His interrogator left the room, likely to procure something or to take a break. The boy sighed, flexing and scrunching his feet to desensitize them. He was more desperate to get out from this than ever before, thankfully, he’s still got a few tricks up his sleeve to make this work….literally. A small file pops out from his wrist as he works away at the ropes holding his arms and wrists. It’s going to take a while….but it’ll pay off, so long as he doesn’t make it obvious he’s escaping.
The next session comes, Kappei quickly sliding the file back into his sleeve as he hears the door opening, already scrunching his feet for the next hellish tool…. His feet were ruthlessly scrubbed with brushes, the already blushing soles taking on a redder tone. Kappei screamed and howled, unable to even wiggle his feet away as his toes were now tied to the stocks thanks to some hooks behind them. His blindfold was soaking in his tears, his throat going hoarse from all the screaming and eventually pleading. Kappei’s mind was melting under this torture, almost forgetting the code because of the electric feelings in his nerves frying his brain.
“AAAUGH! AHAHAHAHAHA! A-AAAAH! AAAHMAKEITSTOPPLEHEHEHEASE!” Kappei begged, pulling at his bondage weakly.
“Then give me the code.” His interrogator sternly said, brushing up to his toes.
“AUHUUHUHU-AHAHA! I WOHOHOHON’T!” The boy shouts.
“Then we’ll just keep going then~.” The interrogator grins, brushing faster to prove his point. “NOOOHOHOOO!” Kappei screams in protest.
30 minutes. That hell lasted for 30 minutes. Kappei was close to fainting, his rosy cheeks soaked in his tears, and his feet now constantly tingling without the opportunity to relieve the sensation. At this rate, he won’t be able to escape if his torturer continues to wear him down like this! He grits his teeth, trying to summon up enough strength to at least not lay there limply like a weak sapling. The boy let out a surprised yelp when he felt something warm, yet slimy touch his feet, next came hands, spreading it all around his foot….lotion?
“Feels good, doesn’t it, little ninja?” His captor taunted, kneading his thumbs into the tired, abused soles. “This is a special lotion meant to relax the nerves, consequently, you’ll become more sensitive as well.” He continued, Kappei could only huff in response, reluctantly enjoying the relaxing massage to his tortured feet, even if it meant he was far more torturable. The thumbs kneaded his aching arches, fingers lovingly rubbing his tired toes, and palms squeezing and rubbing against his haggard heels. It was total bliss, even the spas near the shopping district couldn’t compare to this massage work. After the torturer was satisfied with his work, he stood up to leave the room again, but not before a parting shot of words. “You’ll certainly break next session, I’ll be bringing something fun for your toes.” The comment made Kappei’s spine shiver, he waited for the door to close….before frantically starting to cut down the ropes with his hidden file. He couldn’t take another session, that was true, he HAD to get out of her, or he’d surely break and give out the code.
Snap. Snap. Snap. The rope fell away from his arms, letting him finally move them to the front to relax all the strain he’d put on them from struggling these past sessions. Next, the blindfold fell off after he found the buckle on the back of his head, blinking his eyes clean of tears that clouded his vision. Finally, those stocks had to be unlocked, taking out a pick, he poked around the hole of the lock to hopefully push the tumblers in place so he could get out from these awful stocks. As he worked, he heard a sound, a sound he REALLY didn’t want to hear right now! The torturer was coming back, and if he found Kappei like this, Kappei wouldn’t be able to fight back the new attempts to restrain him because of his exhausted body. He had to work fast, or it was another round of hell and an unforgiving relearning experience that would sap his soul.
The door creaked open, the man was back, and with two strange looking picks in his hand. “I’m back, little Nin-WHA-!?” He exclaimed, ropes on the floor, stocks wide open and lock broken. Where did he go?! He couldn’t have possibly left the room before he got back, unless…. Before the man could look up, Kappei leapt from the shadows above, and struck the back of his neck, the man collapsing into a heap. The ninja’s feet smack against the floor, forcing a pained hiss out of him as his soles still haven’t recovered from their abuse and sensitivity hike, no matter, guards would be looking for him and he wasn’t about to see how fast the man would wake up. This would be so much easier with his gum, but unfortunately, they took all his tools before he was taken here….so this was the best he was going to get. He stealthy made his way out of the room and into the nearby hallway. There was a vent way he could take to easily get out of the area he was in, and he was sure to take it. Even without tools, barefoot, and gumless, Kappei was still a ninja, and ninjas always make opportunities even with no fancy tools.
Kappei made his way out of the facility, his feet being battered and punished on rock, concrete, and the cold air of the outside as he made his way back to the dojo as his grandfather instructed. He couldn’t wait to get his shoes back, and to rest after such harsh training. He could have taken the front door, but considering how they caught him in the first place with a trapped front door, he decided to take an alternate route in. Back in the dojo, and far from those stocks and tickle tools, Kappei never felt more relieved than to be done with this hellish test. He sneaks in through the attic window, and makes his way to his grandfather’s room via the ceiling boards, dropping in on his meditation session.
“....Mmmm. Well done, Kappei. I’ve gotten word you didn’t give up the code through interrogation. Well done.” His grandfather smiled.
“Thank you, Grandfather….but um, can we….not do tickle torture again? T-That was awful.” Kappei complained.
“I will hurt you unless it is necessary. Besides, it was effective, was it not? You can not expect your interrogators to be merciful, they will find the worst ways to torture, and pry the information out of you. Now then, go rest, you’ve earned it.” He smiles, letting Kappei leave to his room.
Kappei flopped on his bed, not even energized enough to take off the rest of his clothes and was content to just faint there. He never wanted to go through that again….well, maybe not torture wise, but he’d be open to just a little tickling from friends, or his grandfather.
A fun little story I wrote about a cute character from a new game called "Ninjala". This is my first story on this site.
Kappei is being tested on whether or not he can withstand interrogation like a true ninja, however, his resolve may be tested when his trial uses a method of torture he may not last on.
Kappei belongs to Gungho Entertainment and Ninjala.
The Thumbnail is an edit by a friend of mine, it's not the original picture.
What a very cute ticklestory! Love it and have make me a little sad not to see the oil used by him, but it was a good end for it! Hope you write some more ticklestorys like this with cute boys.
What a very cute ticklestory! Love it and have make me a little sad not to see the oil used by him,
