Hiro woke up feeling slightly dizzy. The last thing the boy remembered was entering his house after a long day at the lab with his team, and then ascending the stairs after powering down Baymax. The dark haired lad had sensed something amiss right before his hand touched the doorknob, but he had been too tired to care, and entered his room.
Now he looked around, blinking at the strong afternoon light streaming through his window. Outside, the city skyline, as beautiful as ever, stood out sharply against the crisp blue sky. Hiro tried to sit up, but found something tugging his wrists. Someone had bound his slender wrists together with a pair of his old socks, and then duct taped them to the ceiling.
Startled, the boy genius tried to turn around, but found that his ankles had been cuffed in a similar manner to his chair so that his knees were resting in the seat and his soles were aimed behind him.
"Whats going on?" The dark haired boy said, panic settling into his chest. The chair rolled back and forth as he struggled in vain.
"Hello Hiro Hamada," said a voice from behind him. A cold finger casually swiped the bottom of his upturned foot causing the Asian boy to screech, arching his back. He had always been extremely ticklish, much to the cruel delight of his mother and friends and to his own constant embarasment.
"Whos there?" Hiro asked, scrunching his pink toes.
He heard a camera flash next and managed to turn his head ever so slightly to see a young girl about his age of spanish looking descent with tanned skin and two braided pigtails. She wore a casual pink hoodie and cargo shorts along with flip flops. She was poising a camera just above his naked pink soles and taking picture after picture.
Noticing his gaze, she stood up. The harbinger of Hiros doom and his captor flashed a bright, innocent smile full of jaunty fun. "The names Dulce Corazon, pleased to meet you!"
"Why did you tie me up? And how do you know my name?" Hiro asked anxiously. His wide eyes were trained on her hands which flexed dexteriously and eagerly, hoping theyd stay away from any further involvement with his feet.
"I came across the multiverse to tickle you!" answered Dulce, patting her prisoners back cheerfully.
"What?!" The boy genius shook his head. "Thats crazy, are you saying multiple dimensions exist?'"
"Of course dummy," answered Dulce. She danced her finger down his bare neck, trailing over his shirt where she began to poke and prod. "And theyre all full of ticklish, soft skinned boys like yourself, Hiro Hamada."
Hiro snorted and giggled, shaking his head as the strange girl tickled him relentlessly with his fingers. Dulce jabbed along his ribs, up and down hard enough that his thin T shirt made little difference. Hiro burst out laughing when she touched his hips and Dulce clapped her hands in joy at the reaction. "Looks like Ive found a sweet spot!"
The boy genius could hardly deny it as he wheezed and huffed, the slim muscles in his arms and torso flexing as he tried to pull himself away. Dulce was having the time of her life, giving her captive boy no breaks, stroking her fine nails under his shirt and over his warm stomach and hips. Hiro squealed at the cold touch and dissolved into childish giggles.
Dulce continued her fun for about ten minutes, before divulging her attention to his perfect, smooth, pink feet. She always loved it when boys took care of their feet and Hiro was no exception. He had pale, unblemished insteps, pink soft undersides and a set of lovely symmetrical toes. Dulce wasted no time slapping on a pair of toe cuffs and then wiggling a small lotion bottle in front of Hiro's face, teasing the Asian boy.
"No not that!" Hiro cried, reading the label.
"Oh yes, my little tickle toy!" said Dulce, ruffling his hair. Now his struggled increased dramatically, the rest of his pink oval-shaped toes aside from his big ones wiggling in denial. Dulce slapped on the first dollop of lotion onto the japanese boy's left foot causing him to jerk aside. Then she used both hands to rub it all across his sole, digging her fingers into his heel and arch and even between his toes, rubbing her palms across those soft soles until everything was evenly coated to her liking. Now one of Hiro's slender feet was faintly shiny and smelled of lavender over its natural smell. Dulce squeezed some lotion in her other hand and slapped it onto Hiro's other foot, giving it an equal and relentless treatment, until her fingers had slipped between all his toes, and every inch of his feet was covered in Dulce's lotion, had been touched by her hands.
"Perfecto!" said Dulce, admiring her handiwork. She wiped her hands on a towel thoroughly (leaving even a trace on herself left the skin exquisitely sensitive for hours). She darted a glance at the boy attatched to those feet she'd been preparing and was pleased to see a look of fear and submissiveness over the skinny dark haired boy. His feet were crossed, as though hiding from even the bedroom breeze and he was gasping faintly from all the nascent tickling her fingers had left.
Dulce took Hiro's chin under one finger and said to the boy "dont worry, the worse is yet to come my tickle pet "
"Please dont tickle me!" Hiro said. "I'll do anything!"
"Hmmm how about this? Since youre so smart..." Dulce gently brushed her fingers under his chin making him giggle and squirm in discomfort. "why dont you tell me where you think your most ticklish spot on your feet is? If you are correcy I'll let you decide where youll be tickled first."
Hiro gulped nervously. He could feel the cold breeze stroking his vulnerable, oily soles like a premonition of the torture to come. He couldnt stand the idea of Dulce's cruel long fingers having their way with his tied up feet. He closed his eyes and tried to think of where his soles might be most sensitive. Memories of being pinned down and tickled by his mom and friends played in his head while Dulce's rough fingers under his chin anchored him to reality.
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