This choice: A supervillian who has used his superpowers to kidnap Daisy (Tickler) • Go Back...Chapter #4A supervillian who has used his superpowers to ... by: Joker   You watched the battle progressing on the massive screen in front of you. Well, that was a lie. There was no battle. That implied they were fighting back. They certainly weren't. And it was a truly beautiful site.
You were in your fortress, a massive flying cube-shaped ship, almost casually floating in the sky over what was formerly Cerulean City. Two things were happening. First, the ship itself was launching attack after attack down on the structures, fire blasts and electric assaults seen from only the most powerful pokemon in the world. Buildings were being burned to the ground or knocked over into rubble. The local police station had already been destroyed, and the few remaining members of the local law enforcement team were already running in a mad panic. On the ground, a team of pokemon assembled in the very bowels of hell itself were running rampant through the streets, brutally murdering every single human or pokemon encountered. Machamps, Alakazams, Rhydons, and assorted other pokemon of extreme power were taking no prisoners. All according to your plan.
By the time national defenses showed up, there would be nothing left of the town and every single person who had previously resided in there would be dead. And it would have taken only half an hour. An entire major city reduced to rubble. That would be more than enough to at least get them to take you seriously. They might try to fight back, at least a little bit, see what you really had. But nothing they could do would put so much as a dent in you. You knew this. You had been planning this for years. Before long, the entire world would have no choice but to give in to your demands, lofty though they may be. You would rule the world, just like the kings and emperors of the old days.
The door across the room slid open, revealing a tall beautiful blonde, wearing a red swimsuit that was still slightly damp. She dashed in, big bare feet slapping against the hard floor, making her way over to your throne in the middle of the chamber.
"Just in time," you remarked dryly as she ran over, arms pumping at her sides as she closed the distance between her and you. When she was about ten feet away, you lazily raised your left hand at her, and in the next instance she collided full-on into what seemed to be an invisible wall. She fell backwards onto her back, groaning slightly and shaking her head. "I don't recall giving you permission to approach me."
"STOP!" She yelled, scrambling into a standing position. "What are you doing?! Just...stop!" She looked at you defiantly, scowling.
"Ah, so you saw my handiwork on the screens outside?" You smirked. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"No! It's horrible! You have to stop now!" She insisted, looking up at the massive screen you were still staring at. "Please, you've done too much already, just...stop!"
"Sometimes, for true greatness to occur, sacrifices must be made. And your hometown, I'm afraid, is the sacrificial lamb."
Daisy's mouth fell open, looking up at the giant screen in confusion. "W-what are you trying to do?! I-"
"You world needs leadership. A single voice to lead everyone else. There's so much confusion in the world, we need things to be simpler. Me, a man of my powers and abilities, I'm that single voice. Unfortunately, sometimes you have to take such a mantle by force," you answered. "So, I'm going to show your world exactly what I can do. And when I'm done, they'll give me everything I want. This is just me making a powerful statement."
She tried to run at you again, but you simply raised your hand at her again and she found herself frozen on the spot, unable to move a muscle. With a flick of your wrist she was thrown back to the floor.
"Please...sir, I don't know who you are, or...what happened to you to...I don't know. But please, think about what you're doing. You're killing thousands of people and destroying millions in property." She slowly got back up to her feet, looking at you now imploringly. "Please. I'm begging you, reconsider."
"It's too late." You pointed up at the screen. "In less than five minutes there won't be anything left of Cerulean. It will be a memory. In fact, of the thousands who were in the city when I launched my attack, only three will remain alive." With that, you turned to look at Daisy.
"S-...sir. Please. I'll do anything, just stop." She clasped her hands together in front of her, looking at you with big, pleading eyes. "Sir, I'm begging you. I'll do anything."
"You're my prisoner. You'll be following my orders no matter what. Now, I've chosen to take you and your two sisters alive. The Waterflower heirs will no doubt make valuable hostages in the event that my show outside isn't enough to convince the world leaders of how serious I am." You paused dramatically. "But that's not the only reason I kept you alive."
Daisy looked down at the ground, shivering slightly, starting to choke out little sobs.
"DON'T!" You said harshly, which shocked her right out of her crying. "Do not cry, I'm talking to you, pay attention." You cleared your throat. "I am a man mostly unfettered by the vices and obsessions of other humans, but one thing has always sucked me in." She stood there, still shaking, but listening. "The Sensational Sisters of Cerulean City. Beautiful and talented. I confess, somewhat shamefully, I've always been rather obsessed with you three. But you, Daisy, in particular. Your beauty is unmatched in all the world."
Her mouth fell slightly open and she looked down at the floor.
"When I decided I needed to forcefully take over the world, I knew I had to have you three at my disposal."
"D...disposal..." her eyes flew open and she unconsciously took a step back. "You...you wouldn't-"
"Oh! My sweet, I suppose I can understand you having a low opinion of me at the moment, but...but trust me, that is beneath me." You snickered. "No, nothing so debauched, trust me."
"I...I don't understand." She looked down at her feet, voice meek and trembling.
"Well, I don't want to say never, but...no, I have something else in mind. I've always been fond of one particular act, arguably sexual in nature, but certainly nothing like...well, what you were thinking." You nodded. "I'm not entirely proud of this, but I suppose now, nobody can judge me. Tickling."
At this word, her pale skin went red and she unconsciously curled her toes. "...what?" She said in disbelief.
"Tickle torture. There's just...so much to like. It's truly a form of torture if used on the right person in the right way, and gives a true feeling of power and domination over the victim. It leaves no marks and can go on for very long." You smirked. "And you in particular, but also your sisters, will make lovely tickle slaves."
"W...w-well, I don't know about them," Daisy said loudly, hands firmly clasped at her sides. "But I'm...I'm not ticklish anywhere, so you're wasting your time." She nodded furiously.
You laughed. "Please. In case you haven't noticed, I'm psychic. I knew every single thing about you the moment I made eye contact with you. Every thought, every memory, everything." You enjoyed watching her squirm under your gaze. "Besides, no girl as beautiful as you could possibly not be ticklish." You closed your eyes. "Why...yes, countless memories of when you were nine, ten, eleven years old. Bossy elder sister, Violet and Lily often put you in your place. Violet would jump you and hold your ankles down, Lily would run her nails all over your soles until you said you were sorry. The younger sisters have to stick together, I see."
"I was...I was young-" Daisy mumbled.
"Are you still trying to convince me you're not ticklish?" You glared at Daisy. "Three months ago you took a guy home on a date. He tickled your foot during a foot massage and nearly caused you to pass out, then got you to spasm like a bronco with a rib and waist tickle when you tried to teach him how to dance. Stop wasting your time. You're as ticklish as a newborn baby."
With that, you snapped your fingers, and Daisy's arms were suddenly raised high above her head with her wrists locked together. Her legs went up, knees getting pressed against her chest, feet sticking straight out. Out of nowhere, a basket appeared underneath her bottom, and a collection of thin ropes began to wrap around her. They went around her wrists, your powers holding her arms far above her head. Her ankles resting on the rim of the basket, some ropes tied her feet down to that rim, and others went through her toes and pulled them back as well, so she couldn't even move her feet. She tried to squirm but could hardly move in her new position.
"Now...how shall I break you in?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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