Tickle

"Luckily for you, we're gonna start off a little light." The Commander smirks as he turns to his subordinate, "Take her shoes off." he nods as he grabs Blake's feet

"Wha-Hey! Stop! What are you doing? Let go!" Blake struggles as the officer puts her feet in a lock and pulls her boots off, exposing her purple tights clad feet

"You see, White Fang scum, I don't believe in any painful tortures," The Commander says as he reaches over and rips off Blake's stocking, baring her left foot, "I prefer more humiliating tortures, as I believe they hold much better results," he rips the other stocking, baring her right foot, "Like fore example, my personal favorite: tickle ****." with a sinister smirk, he whips out a feather

Blake's eyes widen, as she frantically tries to wiggle out of the soldier's grasp, "No! Y-You wouldn't dare!"

"Yes, I would," with a final smirk, he proceeds to slowly drag the feather up and down her bare feet, "Gitchy, gitchy, goo!"

Blake tries to hold back, not believing the situation she had found herself in, but the feather is surprisingly effective on the soles of her bare feet

"St-Stop, hehe, no! hehe, this is st-stu-HAHAHA!"

"That's it, give in to the laughter." He now begins moving the feather faster all over her bare feet, and Blake loses it

"HAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAAHHAHA!"

Blake moves wildly, the tickling driving her nuts, as the officer has a firm lock on her ankles, leaving her feet defenseless from the ticklish ****

"So, ready to talk yet?"

"NEVER! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!"

"Fine by me, this was only the beginning."