Three Houses Tickle Story: Manuela's Seminar
(FFFF/F, F/F, F/F)Synopsis: Professor Manuela has asked Byleth (female) to assist her in a Seminar teaching the ladies of the Black Eagles House "Enhanced Interrogation Techniques." She has conveniently left out just what those techniques being demonstrated will be.There are three distinct tickle scenes in the story, with some teasing/flirting in between each. Byleth gets most of it, but sticks around to the end to get a little of something else.Story Word Count: 4301, “There we go.”Byleth felt the straps over her wrists tighten.“Too tight?” Manuela asks.“No it’s not so bad, it doesn’t hurt or anything.”“Give us a little struggle, see if it’s tight enough then please.”Byleth pulled against leather straps that held her wrists against the back of her chair. She kicked her legs, but the wooden stocks held fast.“No, I'm definitely stuck. Is this necessary? I mean it’s just a demonstration right, couldn’t we just pretend?”Byleth’s doe eyes watched Manuela double check the restraints. Finally satisfied, she took a step back and looked over her work. Byleth was seated, her arms raised to the back of her chair; her legs extended straight out in front of her.“It’s better we try to simulate a scenario as realistically as possible, for the student’s sake.”That made enough sense. Byleth sighed, relaxed as much as this pose allowed, and looked around the room. She had reported here to aid Professor Manuela in a seminar for “Enhanced Interrogation Tactics" that she would be demonstrating for the girls of the Black Eagles House.Rhea herself had given Byleth the notice that Manuela specifically requested her help. After entering the cold stone room, Manuela directed Byleth to a chair, and informed her that she would play the captive in this demonstration.She was informed that it would, of course, be more realistic if, as the hostage Byleth removed her boots and cloak.Byleth, having never been a hostage before, wiggled her bare toes, waiting for the students to arrive., “Gather ‘round, girls and I will show you exactly how my enhanced interrogation method works. “You see, I’ve been teaching a practice that allows us to glean information from a hostage without causing undue harm.” Manuela circles Byleth like prey. Her stand-in hostage tensing up, in anticipation, not knowing what might come next.“I’d be interested to see…”She runs a single nail down Byleth’s foot, quickly, causing her foot to twitch.“If any of you have ever seriously considered…" She rounds to Byleth’s left side, pinching her hips.Byleth jumps, pressing her lips together and taking in short, sharp breaths.“A practical application for tickling?” Manuela finishes, poking at Byleth's ribs.Byleth bites down on her lips, and gives a little squeal. Tickling? Byleth was familiar, but had never really been tickled. Certainly not in a situation this helpless.“Tickling?” Edelgard asks, dumbstruck. "Surely you can not expect to gain a serious advantage over a captive with something so… childish?”“I am also having wonder if tickling is being effective for an interrogation.” Petra adds, all the while fastidiously jotting down notes.Bernadetta peeks out over the books she’s been hiding herself behind.“I’m not so sure I would be very good at tickling anyways. M-maybe we could just ask nicely, and they’d join us.”Dorothea shrugs.“Yeah, it seems almost… fun, if anything.” Manuela tsks.“You’re hardly the first group of students to have reservations about this style of questioning.” She walks over to a nearby storage closet.“But I assure you, I’ve run this seminar for years now and every single year, every student leaves having changed their minds.”Rummaging through it, she continues her speech.“I have tested this method against many Knights of Seiros, and not a single one has withstood it.”This grabs the students attention.“Not any?” Edelgard asks.“Not even the Knight of Thunder, Catherine.” Manuela smirks.“The last two years my classes used Shamir, and by the end of each demonstration the poor thing was in tears. I mean completely hysterical.”Byleth’s eyes darted between the Black Eagles present. Edelgard ponders this new information, her hand under her chin.Nearby, Petra is sitting on the edge of her seat, scribing notes quickly as Manuela speaks.One desk over, Dorothea nods, seemingly accepting of these facts.Even Bernadetta is drawn further out of her hiding place with intrigue.A bead of sweat creeps down Byleth’s forehead. Surely this wouldn’t be so bad as that, right?Manuela is likely just talking up her techniques. That had to be. It would be uncomfortable, maybe, but enough to make a knight hysterical? “Anyways, I want all of you to come forward and get some real hands-on experience with this.”Manuela re-emerged from the closet, with a basket in hand. Setting it down beside Byleth’s chair the Professor strained to look inside. Its collection of horrors included brushes, bottles of oil, and various feathers.“Manuela, I think maybe—““Hush, hush, captive. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to speak soon.” The sounds of chairs scraping across the floor fills the room as Byleth quickly finds herself surrounded by her students.“Now, go ahead and start, with just the bare concept in mind, show me what you might do.” Manuela instructs.With no hesitation, Petra goes immediately to Byleth’s right. “Petra, I really— Eep!”Electricity runs down Byleth as Petra makes contact with her exposed underarms. “I will be tickling greatly.” Petra announces, her nails lightly scratching her Professor’s smooth skin. “You will be giving me anything I am asking for!” The muscles in Byleth’s torso tense, she even jerks back and forth once, but her composure holds, not yielding a single giggle.After a minute or so, Manuela stops Petra.“Who else? Bernadetta perhaps, how would you start, dear?”Bernadetta shuffles forward, bending under the attention of the class.“I s-saw her f-feet twitch?” Bernadetta offers, unable to meet Manuela’s eyes.“Try them out.”Byleth breathes deeply, her chest shaking ever so slightly, she closes her eyes trying to focus on controlling herself. If she does not break, then they will have no choice but to let her go, easy as that.Bernadetta kneels before the stocks. Reaching up she drags her fingertips up and down Byleth’s soles.With every tidal stroke Byleth gives some ground. Flexing her toes, twitching her foot, bouncing a knee. Ultimately though, she would remain composed to the end of Bernadetta’s attempt.“Dorothea?” Manuela asks. “What might you employ?”“Hmmm…” Dorothea comes forward.“Oh!” She snaps her fingers. “Maybe her legs!”She squeezes the knees of her Professor. Byleth twists in her chair, bites her lip, and refuses to laugh.“How about you, Edelgard?”When Edelgard walks forward Byleth can see she remains unsold on this idea.She scribbles a finger along her "prisoner's" heel, but with not much effort.“So far our victim has not budged in the slightest.” Manuela says, looking over her interrogators.“Sometimes, it takes a little extra effort to start, but I promise, when the dam breaks it will have been worth it.”The students trade glances at each other.Byleth can’t help but feel proud. Not so bad. Shamir couldn’t handle this? A few more minutes and they’ll all have completely lost their—A jolt across Byleth’s foot shook her from her internal gloating.Manuela had given Edelgard a hairbrush, and the princess was swiping it up and down her sole mercilessly. Tears welled in Byleth’s eyes as she squeezed her mouth tight. She twisted her torso, balled her hands into fists, and kicked violently against the stocks.“I thinks it’s geeeetting somewheeeeerrrre.” Manuela sang, watching her struggle.Byleth tried with all her concentration not to show how terrible this had become, but it was too late.When Edelgard began to scrub her heel, the Professor finally broke.“YAAAHAHAHAAA! Alrighihihit! You’ve made your point! I’m lauhahaghing, ok? Stahahahap! No-hohoho, not the bruhuhush! Plehehease!”All the girls looked somewhat taken aback by this sudden outburst.“See!” Manuela cheered.“Every year, it always works.”Emboldened by Edelgard’s success, Petra returned to Byleth’s armpits, her scratching causing the hostage to shake her head back and forth.“Pehehehtrahaha no-hohohot you tohohohoo!”“I am being apologetic, Professor, but I must be learning how to do enchanting interrogation techniques.”“Enhanced interrogation techniques.” Dorothea helped, not unkindly.“Ah yes, enhanced interrogation techniques.” Petra affirmed, nodding her head enthusiastically, continuing to torment her teacher with glee.“That’s the spirit! More than one interrogator at a time can compound the effectiveness of the method.” Manuela encourages. “By all means, you two.”Byleth’s face grew red as she labored to breathe. “Nohohoho Dorotheheheha, Bernahahadetta, don’t do thihihis!The final two Black Eagles returned to their previous stations. Bernadetta to the foot Edelgard left neglected, and Dorothea just beyond them, at Byleth's muscular thighs.Manuela spent her time walking back and forth, giving the girl’s tips on how to excite the greatest reaction from their already hysterical hostage.“Dorothea, try here as well.” Manuela directs the hands that were squeezing Byleth’s knees more to the inside of her thighs.“Oh nohohohoho, plehehehease go back! Anywhehere else!”“Very nice! Oh, and Bernadetta, try using your nails on her soles, not just your fingertips. Tears now stream down Byleth’s face, the Professor bucks up and down, her body fighting to free itself of her binds.It is not until her laughter becomes a breathless wheeze that Manuela directs her interrogators to give the prisoner a break.As her tormentors draw back, Byleth labored to breathe, her chest heaves, bare midriff flexing with every sudden cough.Meanwhile, Manuela held court with her underlings.“Well that seems to have been quite a lot. Now that we have established our captive here is vulnerable to this method, we can use it to extract information."Now since there isn’t any real information we require from her, you might instead see if you can force her to your will.”“F-force her to our will?” Bernadetta asks. “That seems like it could be… mean.”“Bernadetta, it is imperative we treat this simulation as if it were a real life-or-death scenario.” Edelgard assures her.“Or else we will remain unprepared for the dangers that await us in the world beyond our education.” “Relax, we won't do anything cruel.” Dorothea adds. “What objective are we having, then?” Petra asks the group.Edelgard considers this. “Perhaps if we could get the Professor to say something that she would prefer not to, in a normal situation.” “Ooh! You know what we could do!” Dorothea whispers to the other girls.Bernadetta squeaks, Petra beams, and Edelgard nods most seriously.“Then it’s settled.” The group returns to Byleth, still fastened to her chair.“Listen girls, you’ve all done very well, now if you let me out we can all just go on, ok? Doesn’t that sound nice?” Byleth tries to smile, but her eyes betray her fear.Edelgard leads the group. “Professor.” She says gravely. “We will end this demonstration if you tell us exactly what we instruct you to.”“This isn’t necessary, you’ve done— AH! No, don’t!” Byleth’s protests are interrupted by a quick poke to her ribs by Dorothea.“The prisoner needs to listen to the Princess.” Dorothea drawls, putting on the most villainous voice she can conjure.“Thank-you, Dorothea.” Edelgard resumes. “Now, Professor Byleth, you must…” Edelgard hesitates.*Ahem* “You must say: ‘I am a ticklish little girl.’” Edelgard finishes, the slightest hint of red showing across her cheeks.“Oh come now, we don’t nehehehed WAIT WAHEHEHIT NOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP!”Upon not hearing their instructed phrase, the girls pounce on Byleth’s bound body.“Come oooooonnn, it’s just a few words. It’s true anyways, right?” Dorothea coos. Trailing her long manicured nails up and down her Professor’s legs, sneaking in a squeeze here; a scratch there.“You’re just a widdle tickwish gurwl.” “Do-hohohon’t do th-ahahat!” “Y-you could just say it, it’s ok.” Bernadetta offers. “Y-you’re still tough for going through this much.” Even through her kindness, she flicks her fingers across Byleth’s left armpit.“You are having ticklishness, Professor, why not be admitting it?” Petra giggles. “Even if you are not being without size?”Petra pulls back Byleth’s toes with one hand, and rakes her nails across her taught foot with the other.“Pehehehetraaa! Have mercy—hehehe!”“There is only one way out, Professor.” Edelgard commands, kneeling beside her teacher’s torso.“I will give you one last chance.”“Edelgahahahard hahahelp mehehehe!” Byleth pleads.“Say it.”“Ahahahahaha”Edelgard turns her gaze down to her Professor’s toned stomach. She reaches into the basket of tools, and produces a slender glass bottle. Unstopping it, she pours the viscous liquid out onto her hands, and rubs them together until they shine.“So be it.”The Imperial Princess brings her hands to her professor's bare stomach, running her palms across her midsection, still stretched tight in her bonds. Edelgard traces every line and angle with her fingers, before attacking.Her fingers dance across a canvas of fair skin. Her eyes drink it all in. She kneads the lower abs, pinches her ribs, scratches her sides, squeezes her hips and even traces Byleth’s navel with a single, sadistic, nail.It is, much more, than enough.Eyes wide, tears streaming, Byleth submits. “OHOHOHO-khahayyyy! I’m a tickl—AHAHAHAHAH! Lehehehet me gihehehe-ve up!”Edelgard looks at Dorothea, her glee now plain on the Princess's face.“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite understand her, could you, Dorothea?”“Hmmmmm…” Dorothea ponders, still torturing her thighs.“No, I guess I couldn’t.”“YOU W-HIHIHIHIN! YOU WIN! I’M A TI-HEHEHECKLISH LITTLE GIRL! NOHOHOHOHO ST-AHAHAP!”Triumph at hand, three of the girls cease. Edelgard, however, does not.“Yes, you are. Now, agree to be our tickle slave.” Edelgard orders matter-of-factly. One hand still attended her teacher’s left hip, the other sliding, slowly, down her thigh. Inching ever on to where Byleth’s feet remained held defenseless in the stocks.Byleth thrashed. Wrists twisting against their shackles. Waist bucking up and down in her seat. Legs kicking desperate to free themselves from the stocks. The chair rocked, but held her fast.Blue hair a tangled mess from the furious shaking of her head, Byleth could feel her face flush, she could taste her own tears. Edelgard seemed to be everywhere at once. No matter where she tried to shy from the torturous assault, another new spot along her body was exploited.“ENOUGH PLEASE! MANUEL-AHAHAHA! IS IT NOT OVER! ST-AHAHAHAP THIHIHI-IS!”It was not over. Edelgard’s deft fingers continued to dance across Byleth’s exposed stomach. Byleth heard Manuela gloat to her students at her technique’s effectiveness, but it seemed somewhere very far off. Her whole world belonged now to Edelgard’s ten dainty fingers.“Agree to be our tickle slave. Agree that whenever we want, we can toss you on the barracks floor and tickle-torture you in whatever way we see fit to punish our tickle slave.”“OKHAHAHAHAYYY! WHATEVER YOU WANT! PLEHEHEEASE JUST LET ME AHAHAHA-OUT!“I need to hear you say it.”“I ALREADY AGREHEHEHE-EED!”“The words, Professor.”“I WILL BE-HEHEEHEE YOUR TICKLE SLAVE!”Through tear-blurred vision, Byleth could see her favorite student’s violet eyes shining down at her. Both hands now ravaging her feet.“When can I have you?"“WHENEVER YOU WAHAHAHA-ANT!”“Why?”“BE-HEEHEE-CAUSE BYLETH IS THE TI-HIHIHIHAHA-CKLE SLAVE! EDELGAHAHAAA-RD IS THE TICKLE MASTER! YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU WAAHAHAHA-NT! PLEASE JUST LET ME OUT! PLE-EHEHEHEASE!"When Edelgard finally pulled away, Byleth’s head sank, her whole body shaking. The adrenaline of having been trapped had left her sobbing, and covered in sweat.“Very good!” Manuela cheered. “Even in all my time of doing this I don’t think I’ve ever seen a student accomplish quite so much as that, Edelgard!”Byleth inclined her head to look around the room, her students looked back at her with pity. Most of all Edelgard.She looked almost ashamed, her face flushed, and staring at the floor.Byleth realized she must have looked a very sorry sight, but before she could assure her students, she noticed a new figure.Standing along the back of the room, Lady Rhea must have made her entrance at some point during all the excitement.When she spoke, Byleth realized no one else had seen her enter either.“Yes Manuela, I think this demonstration has strayed out of hand. All of you, please leave us now.”Manuela and the students shuffle to the exit. Byleth sees Edelgard hesitate for a moment at the door, but she departs with the rest all the same.When they had at last all left, Byleth addresses the Lady of Garreg Mach.“I was trying to help Manuela to teach the students how to interrogate prisoners. Please don’t get them in any trouble I think it actually work—““I know all about Professor Manuela’s seminar.” Rhea interrupts.“In fact, I granted her permission for you to aid in this year’s demonstrations.”Byleth’s nerves twist. There is something about Rhea’s demeanor that turns her stomach in knots.Her voice is ice cold, her body language stiff, and her expression gravely serious.What betrayed her most, though, were her eyes. The Archbishop was looking down at Byleth, with… hunger.It was the kind of look that made Byleth’s hair stand on end. If she had not been bound still, she would have ran out into the stone hallway of the monastery after her students.She felt like prey.“W-well I th-think it worked out! I m-mean Manuela said this year we accomplished even m-more than usual, right?”Rhea took a step towards her.“I am always g-glad to help educate the students.”Another step.“B-but now that they have learned so m-much, I think it’s time for me to go.”Another. Rhea stood, still as a statue just on the other side of Byleth’s stocks.“Time for you to go?” Rhea asked.She sounded genuinely confused. “I don’t understand, Professor.”“W-what do you mean?” Byleth shrinks, she can’t look away from Rhea’s eyes.“Well, I thought I heard you say you were a… what was it?” Rhea made a show of tapping her finger to her chin, as if pondering.Byleth shakes her head frantically.“No, no no, no My Lady, please no. No more.”“Oh yes! A tickle slave!” She exclaims, snapping.“If Garreg Mach employs a tickle slave now, don’t you think it’s Archbishop ought to enjoy her?”“No Rhea, NO PLEASE!”Byleth bends her body as far away as she can. She had to get away, she needed to.“I’ve already had so much, no more! Manuela! MANUELA! ANYONE! HELP ME-HIHIHIHAHAHAHA!!”If Edelgard had been torture, Lady Rhea was hell itself.Byleth’s senses were completely rearranged as Rhea’s hands met her feet. Byleth’s body fought hard to escape.She jumps as Rhea scratches her heels.She kicks as Rhea teases her soles.She slams her back against the chair as Rhea forces her toes apart to run her tongue between them.Byleth’s world collapses.“NOOOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAAAA! ANYWHERE EHEHEHLSE!”As soon as asks, the sensation leaves her feet, and two thumbs dig into her armpits.Byleth’s head swims. “NAHAHAHA-AHT THE THUHUHUMBS!”Lady Rhea is unyielding, a small smile teases the edge of her lips as she watches Byleth bounce, face turning red. She withdraws her hands from the Professor’s armpits, grabbing her waist and pushing her butt down into the chair.Rhea bends down, face diving towards Byleth’s stomach, she buries her face into it. Completely invisible behind a cascade of green hair.“Pffffffttttt!”“WHAHAHAHAT IS THAAHAHAHAAT?”Rhea blows two more raspberries, adoring the way Byleth’s body strains against her grip. Her lips fluttered across Byleth's belly, the last one landing squarely on her navel. The vibrations carry through her whole body.“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? I’LL DO IT, JUST SAY WHAT! ANYTHING, MY LADY, PLEASE!”It took several moments for Byleth to realize she was not laughing. She was not being tickled. Rhea had removed her lips from their playground of Byleth's skin.Two hands rub up and down Byleth’s lean torso, from just below her breasts down to her hips. Byleth laughs, her whole body tensing, but this touch is different. Rhea runs the flat of her palms over her body, moving on now to her thighs, and then to her calves.Finally she takes each of Byleth’s feet in turn, pressing firmly against her smooth skin.“This should help, Dear. It is a safe touch. I won’t tickle you anymore, I’m sorry I never partake in Manuela’s games but I just could not resist this time.”Byleth still felt nervous at every touch, her muscles straining in each place Rhea massages but true to her word, the Archbishop had ceased tickling.“I hope I did not have too much fun at your expense, my Dear Professor.”Byleth breathes a shaky deep breath. Rhea’s turn with her had been all consuming, it had made Byleth ready — no — desperate to give her everything. She was in complete control of her.Rhea was a demon with those fingers of hers.Yet, she did change spots every time Byleth asked. In fact, the whole thing had only lasted a minute; maybe two.Byleth shuddered to think what it would be like to be at Rhea’s mercy as long as she had been at her student’s.Now that it was over Byleth’s heart pounds, her head tingles, there was an unmistakable rush.She felt like she had just fought in the battle of a lifetime, and all over tickling?Rhea’s gaze brought Byleth back to reality. She is waiting for an answer. She realized.“Oh no, I guess you let me off the hook pretty quick there. Plus, I mean… I don’t know, I have this… rush now, you know?”Rhea smiles down at her. Byleth continues, caught up in her relief.“Even though it was so much shorter, you totally had me, you just… you are really good at that!”Rhea chuckles to herself.“Well like Manuela said, it’s a useful technique, tried and tested on many knights. Manuela has a bit of a reputation, in fact, there are not many here at Garreg Mach who she has not at least tried to convince to take a turn.”“My lady Rhea, have you ever?”The Archbishop raised one eyebrow.“Have I ever let Professor Manuela demonstrate on me?”“It would be very improper for me to be seen in such a position. To have Manuela strap me down, and let her run those nails all over my body...”Byleth flushed. “Think about it.” Rhea purred, gliding over to Byleth’s torso. “Bound tight, powerless to stop whatever might happen to me.”Rhea traces a finger down Byleth’s own bound wrist, studying her.“I fear some Professors might take advantage of me.” She whispered, her lips grazing Byleth’s ear, her soft breath making the Professor’s ear tingle.She pulls away, looking Byleth in the eyes. “Would you take advantage of me?”A hand crept up Byleth’s thigh, she jumped, her body still expecting to be tickled.Rhea giggles.It was strange, the hunger Byleth saw before was gone. This was… playful?“Relax now, it’s ok. I’m not going to get you, you’re safe.”Her voice was so gentle.“Oh, my dear…” The hand that had been teasing her bound wrist moved to brush sweat soaked strands of hair out of Byleth’s face.“Were we so terrible?”Rhea watches Byleth’s chest rise and fall with each deep breath.“You poor thing, I’m sorry.” Rhea unlatches Byleth’s right wrist, it flops down limp towards the ground. “I’m just tired, I’ll be ok. I’ve never been tickled before.” Byleth explains between breaths.“Never? My goodness you’re such a good sport for enduring this then.” Rhea’s smile was so warm. She drew up Byleth’s hand kissing it gracefully. “I would have never thought this so effective, but I heard even Catherine and Shamir gave in to this.”Byleth watches Rhea turn to unlock the stocks that imprison her feet. Suddenly conscious of how well the Archbishop’s robes hug her body.“Are you really ticklish, Lady Rhea?”The Archbishop stops short of unlocking the stocks and turns back. Studying the bound, sweat-covered woman. Byleth moves her hand up against herself, defensively, suddenly aware that she may have overstepped. Rhea reaches out, seizing Byleth's one free hand and taking it into her own.“Forgive me, I am exhausted, I f-forget myself.”Rhea, still silent, sits down next to Byleth, her hip pressing up against the professor's. Then, pulling Byleth’s hand closer, she places it ever so gently against her own side. Even through Rhea’s robes Byleth could feel the rise and fall of the Archbishop's ribs, the subtle lines of her muscles, the warmth of her skin.“M-my Lady?” Byleth asks.It wasn’t a question of intent, but permission.Rhea understood.The Archbishop nods, closing her eyes.Byleth squeezes Rhea’s ribcage, working her fingers from its height near Rhea's breasts, down to the soft skin above her hip; attending each rib its turn. “Ha—ha! Ohoho myhehaha-hi!”Rhea’s laugh was high and musical, not at all Byleth would have expected from her.Byleth could not help but smile, it was infectious.Grinning like a fool, Byleth slides her hand down to explore Rhea’s hips. The Archbishop yelps, standing up suddenly where Byleth — both feet and one arm still bound — could no longer reach her.*Ahem* Rhea clears her throat.“I am quite ticklish. All girls are ticklish, I think. Did you like tickling me, Professor?” Rhea’s eyes glitter with the beginnings of tears from the laughing fit she had just endured.Byleth shies under the question. “It’s alright." Rhea offers. "I enjoyed tickling you, after all.” She bends down to her knees, and finishes freeing Byleth’s feet.“I did like it.” Byleth manages.Rhea undid her last restraint, Byleth leans back, now free, she arches her back stretching out her upper body like a cat.“All girls, huh?”Uninvited, she wonders where Edelgard might be ticklish. What her laugh might sound like?“You know, Manuela has requested you for this year’s demonstrations for the Golden Deer, and Blue Lions as well.”“I can do it.” Byleth assured, despite the pit in her stomach.Rhea kisses the top of her head.“You are very brave, Professor.”
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