The Feld Chapter 2 Part 1: The Bakers Dilemma

Time for the next installment of the Feld... Chapter Two is broken into two parts, and the next part will come shortly after. For now though enjoy the latest installment! Feedback is always appreciated.


The poor girl was left in a spiral of dizzying emotions and sensations, her only response seeming to be the one to thrash, to kick, to strain and pull… and she could even feel every muscle grow tense, a slight cramping of muscles in the left thigh causing the girl to cant to the left, her body curled inward as the dizzying sensation of pain and discomfort, laced with the woman’s molesting tongue practically swirling over every ticklish inch, was far too much.

She became suddenly lost though… and amidst the laughter which she couldn’t seem to suppress despite her intentions, she let out something else… something that she knew was inevitable, but Ezzie just couldn’t believe that she’d feel the need for it given the circumstance of her situation.

The bound woman was… confused… but her face had nothing but premature laughter which she held like a mask of joy, and suddenly a quaint little groan came out in painful form… like the woman was straining to avoid the very act.

She wasn’t repulsed by her own desires. Instead she just felt a lack of connection with Leslie, and felt the woman undeserving of her affections… about the only semblance of control that Ezzie had left, but then that only had one other alternative to it… one of which could possibly promise that she not ‘reveal’ herself… but it wasn’t appetizing…

Limited in her choices, Ezzie felt a particular strain of groaning wanting to escape when she made her decision, and suddenly… her face scrunched up, and when the particularly high point of her arch was once again molested, she practically ‘screamed’!

“AAAAAIIIEEEEEE!”

Her thrashing had doubled, and the once-calm method in which her feet seemed to react to stimulation (though you really couldn’t call it ‘calm) was near tripled… they flailed, they sometimes kicked… she was practically thrashing, with her energy vastly reducing with every passing second as Leslie’s living room was filled with the echoing chorus, the rattling frame of this sudden possessed woman.

…and fortunate for Ezzie, Leslie actually liked it.

That part of Ezzie’s mind which resisted didn’t consider how she would feel over a prolonged period—the most experience she had was an over-zealous lover with an affinity to ‘tickle’ her at random, and never for prolonged periods. What little taste she had of it though, she seriously began to fall for… that was until she just left the man as he turned out to be as boring and ‘droll’ as the others.

But that resistance also came with an escape hatch, and she saw it almost as clear in her mind’s eye as if she were staring at a door… one of two actually: one led to her ultimate demise, and she would be caught in the throes of arousal and Bethesda knew what else (Bethesda being the Goddess of the Feld people).

The other door however contained the last vestige of her resistance against that ticklish sensation: the thought of her bondage, her actual sensitivity, and the methods in which Leslie attacked her… all lumped together to increase an almost unbearable sensation to which there was only two solutions.

So without any real basis of assumption aside from denying Leslie her aroused frame of being… Ezzie opened the other door.

And the results were utter torture! A fire burning out of control suddenly, and her feet lit aflame with this as she grew near-manic in the ceaseless sensation… and Leslie pouting and cooing the entire time as she ‘bathed’ the woman’s soles in practical lust, craving the power-now more than ever-until she was a cackling, twitching, writhing piece of begging flesh to which there was no end of the suffering.

Worst of all, this would have gone on further except that it seemed to zap Ezzie’s very energy, until she was nothing more than a pathetic mass of quivering, sweaty, writhing flesh, whimpering almost sadly as her voice—long since hoarse from the effort—grew meek and faint at best… and then, when her suffering was enough… someone just shut off the lights…

Actually the most accurate description was that at some point, Leslie had simply lost consciousness while caught in her own turmoil, and the moment her body had grown limp, Leslie simply had Ezzie ‘discarded’ like the gutter trash she thought the thief girl was.

She was even cruel enough to keep Ezzie’s shoes, her clothing barely put on right as most was either left unbuttoned, torn, or otherwise discarded as she finally woke from her forced slumber a practical mess.

Fortunate for Ezzie, the woman was used to ‘odd’ circumstances… and her appearance—dumped on the side of the road—went relatively unnoticed up to the point of rousing from her forced slumber. Though she did have one hell of a headache going on…

“Fucks sakes…” she groaned, sitting upright as a slight chill left her shivering, her hand reaching up to press against the neck and shoulder, wincing partially from the touch. She also noted her feet were cold… and as bare toes glistened in the barely lit sky, she could only scoff. “Go figure… ‘molesting’ me wasn’t enough, she had to do something to remind me how much of a bitch she was…”

‘A bitch… but with effective methods…’

“Mmmm… yes they were…” she cooed, and found herself engaged in the idle pleasure of rubbing one ankle along the other, her pains forgotten if not for a moment.

But she didn’t dwell for long… first she had to get back home, and forego the unfortunate happenstance of selling off more of her personal belongings. It wouldn’t be the first time, and the Feld weren’t known for their emotional attachment on personal items, so the only downfall would be her pride.

She wasn’t about to wander barefoot through a cold city, so she took pieces of cloth from what was left of her attire and wrapped them about her feet, eventually making the long trek to gain her bearings… fortunate for her though that Leslie managed to dump the woman off on a remote section of the slums that wasn’t but ten blocks from her own home. Either Leslie was set up relatively close, or else she thought this area would be more befitting someone she considered street trash… well, challenge accepted either way.

That still left the question open: why in the hell was that woman—Leslie—as adamant about something as simple as a few loaves of bread? With the way Ezzie had been treated, one might’ve assumed she was a smuggler, or a drug dealer, or… wait, was she a drug dealer? A simple damn bakery and Ezzie manages to steal from the only baker/drug dealer in the damn neighborhood!

When the woman finally got home, she decided to call on some of her fellow Feld people for a little bit of intelligence gathering… she wasn’t about to assume anything, but if Leslie had a drug ring going on it could change the face of the game against her particular favor. Last thing she needed was to start a war with someone who might have substantially more firepower in the meantime.

…but after what just happened, oh… she had to admit there was almost a thrill, like icicles down her spine. What would the Queen Bee do if her own honey was shoved right back down her throat? Oh, the thought of it was so juicy that the quaint little Feld girl almost caught herself drooling… those flashing emerald orbs practically glittering as she stared out the window of her two-story apartment complex, looking down at the billowing plumes of steam that were rising from the earth, one of the industrial steam pipes running width-wise across the left side just next to her window, providing a good sixty percent of the actual heat she was feeling now.

And it was just as savory… dare Ezzie even admit that she found herself blushing? Delicate fingertips rising up to her lips, and a soft, girlish giggle touching past those satin lips as a grin as devious as sin incarnate licked at the corners of her mouth, and even her own reflection through the window-pane spoke a tale of revenge that could hardly be satiated by the thought of having her life spared.

The Feld might be many things in life, but what they were most was anything but dull…

…Maybe it was time to show Leslie how much fun one girl could really have…

 
Though practically aroused by the very thought of it, the thrill of the chase, of the hunt was equally the most formidable aphrodisiac that any one person could ever experience…

waiting on pins and needles in the meantime, Ezzie had to keep herself on a low profile while many members of the Feld community grouped together to do more digging on Leslie.

It’s funny though, because from what sources could tell, Leslie was a well-known figure to the community in small doses; you threw her name out, people just ‘knew’ that it was the woman who owned the bakery, the strip mall around the shopping district… a vast public knowledge for anyone within that particular region of the city.

However, the most conspicuous bit of evidence was the fact that nobody knew where the woman actually lived… it was barely knowledge as to where her factory was—where the supposed ‘goods’ were shipped from, or even baked at—and even then, there were enough factory locations scattered about the entire city, and certainly enough armed guards on the scene to persuade anyone that maybe they should look the other way.

Though one particular theory came up in Ezzie’s mind, as she had Leslie followed on a very discrete path… no one person was scheduled for this arrangement, but the Feld were ample learners, and their acrobatic feats seemed to go hand-in-hand with the ability to be cunning practitioners of the arts of following someone… several Feld’s scattered loosely about the city; each of them designated to a particular region: as each Feld became alert to Leslie’s presence—whether on back roads or open streets—they would ‘alert’ the next lookout, or find ways to ‘coax’ Leslie and her small entourage down a different plain.

In the end, it took about a month of surveillance before they had a sure-fire answer to the problem.

Leslie didn’t have a home.

Made things a little strange, but it did have a sense of logic to it. If the woman kept her ‘permanent residence’ somewhere at one of her factories, and she had two or three factories scattered about the city, there would be no sure-fire way to dictate which was acting as her ‘summer residence’ so to speak.

When the most likely of these residence were selected, all Ezzie had to do was watch… watch and wait… fortunately, much of the industrial district surrounding Leslie’s home was free of citizens. It might’ve been her doing, or the homes could have been abandoned due to their poor construction and location… people here on Omicron might not have had a lot of money, but they weren’t dirt poor beggars either…

Ezzie took the place least suspecting; the only building practically over-shadowing Leslie’s factory… and there she took watch. At this time of the day Leslie was sure to be out and about in her business affairs, but the woman’s ‘home’ was certainly well guarded with a loose patrol of little over five people.

At closer glance, she studied each ‘guard’ in their routine… the loose formation must have been to discourage possible competition. With so little people holding watch, there’s no way they would’ve kept the brunt of Leslie’s ‘tributes’ here, right? But a particularly interesting development was the sniper which seemed to be at mid-level… cautiously sneaking about in the shadows while scanning the area to the north of the compound where the main entrance was at.

At the very least she could take comfort in the guards posted… very attractive sort, almost made Ezzie purr in her own personal delight at the thought of ‘neutralizing’ the threat… apparently Leslie wasn’t just dangerous, she was also grandiose in the company she liked to keep around her… the guard wandering the grounds for instance; a younger gentleman with youthful features and a matt of messy but styled hair, and his female cohort of a simple but ‘adorable’ nature. The female guard tried awfully hard to pose the strong tomboy, but the curled brown bangs in front of her face stated otherwise.

It always came back around to the assumption of what Leslie did… though by now Ezzie was sure that she wasn’t gonna like the answer, nor the possible consequences to this. But hey—what else was the woman to do on this boring ass planet, get a job? Nothing out there which would hold a substantial future for a Feld girl save for doing exactly what she was doing right now.

But after a month of observation, she had the general layout down to a science: of the guards outside, she only had the two to deal with—the cute couple who she couldn’t quite tell if they were sharing a fling or not. Once they started their rounds, there was a small window for her to take from the wall on the opposing side and vault over using the suspension cords and steam pipes as the anchoring point between each jump.

Once over the wall, she had maybe a grand total of a minute to subdue one before she had to move to the other, and from there they could easily be ‘transported’ to a security shed at the far end of the factory grounds which provided ample shelter and sound—proof qualities… all noise being drowned out by the chorus of machine shops and factory engines running alike through this whole sector. It wasn’t much noise, and the wall buffered most of it, but what wasn’t filtered out would easily be distorted by simple distance alone, and by the time anyone caught on to what was happening, she’d have all the information she needed to advance forward.

So it went on though, and soon she was just waiting for the ample opportunity between shift coverage to slip in behind the walls… she had to change her position to the west wall where a towering structure overlooked the open, empty lot towards the back of the building.

She had all the supplies needed for this little incursion too… a small bag filled with supplies, and an attire which wasn’t particularly suited for the chilling climates, but it was notable to keep herself concealed: a pair of fine slippers which hugged at the contours of her feet and rose up just a little above the ankle, with an old flowing black skirt that swept the ground, covering knee-length wool bloomers. Up top, a simple chest wrap protected her modesty, and was outfitted finally with a scarf tied about the top of her head, the opposing ends hanging loosely about the back and cascading as far down as the small of her back.

Was it not for the black of night with a constant cloud coverage towards the outer edges of the city, she might’ve stood out… but the black fabric mixed with her deep mocha skin made it near impossible to distinguish her between the simple concrete with the shadows cast along the back wall.

About a good 100 feet ahead was the four story structure, but getting across the yard would alert the current guard on patrol as the two roaming the back half of the compound were starting to return from their brisk but slow and steady march from opposing ends. Not entirely cut-throat with their routine as there was a lax formality to their pace while still sticking to the schedule provided… so as the clock struck twelve—as the saying went—soon Ezzie’s path intersected with two unsuspecting guards, each convening on her position rapidly from opposing sides.

Unfortunately, neither would see her or each-other until it was too late… a substantial strike over the head with a blunt leather Billy club that was small enough to be concealed, once for the woman before she could reach the center of her patrol, and a second time when she had to subdue the male in haste… she felt rather bad, but he took two strikes: one to disorient him, and the second to render him unconscious. At the very least he’d have the worse of the headache when it came time to finally wake, but that was a bridge to cross for later. Right now she had to act fast in pulling the bodies away though…

To think that it only took the better part of maybe a few minutes for her to render the two unconscious, and then another twenty minutes to find a vacant shed far from the grounds to pull the two in afterwards, fearing that they might be missed for their shift; a tight operation, but since they had no way of checking in save for the guard replacement in the next three hours, there was nothing really to be held accountable for until they were spotted as missing, and hopefully by that time she’d already be inside and subduing the rest of the internal guard.

So Ezzie got to work, pulling out her bag of tricks as she took the man first and—using zip-ties—secured his wrists to the arms of the chair, followed promptly by a length of rope used around the midsection, anchoring the rest of his body against his seat.

His legs were left free—easy Ezzie—as she pulled at his ankles until his body was poised near the bench she planned to use, with zip ties anchoring said ankles down to the bench. Effectively, she had his chair tipped over too so that he was in a prone ‘sitting’ position, but along the flat of his back.

Uncreative, but Ezzie was just starting to ‘experiment’ with these new ideas… what types of bondage equipment to use and the like… naturally a rookie was going to go with something simple and basic, at least with the guy—he is cute—as he didn’t even stir a lick.

The girl on the other hand… having a closer look, Ezzie decided that she liked the girl’s cheekbones… slightly pronounced, but narrowing just right, giving her a more than youthful appearance with slightly smaller than average lips, as though they were always pouting. The pointed chin matched the slim, angular face, and equally elongated neckline too.

Both were dressed in simple black and brown casual… a mix between armed thug and casual observer… she was wearing a coat at the time, but as Ezzie took it off she was more than a little surprised to see the woman minus a bra under that sleeveless black wife beater. Her wrists were anchored together with three zip ties—one cinched at her elbows—and two small pieces of cloth which were used under the ties. She had vivid memories of Leslie’s use of bondage, and decided she didn’t like that feeling at all… like plastic digging into the wrist.

No reason this experience had to be dreadful, right?

Once that was done, the woman’s arms were lifted up, and an eye-bolt attached to the ceiling which had been used to hang a piece of bulky equipment was now used for the girls wrists… locked in thanks to a metal clamp on the inside of the hook. The girl was just the right height too, so Ezzie didn’t have to work too hard at it, but she had plans when it came to the ankles: the same bench that held the man’s feet together was placed just well enough that bending the girl’s legs at the knees had the tops of her feet resting flat along the same bench, and the last bit of rope ‘tied’ up the last of her loose ends… one lying flat on his back, with just the top half of his partner’s body in view, the tops of his own boots… and a girl left hanging, accompanied only by the windowless wall, a series of bungee cords and random strips of equipment her only friend.

The woman was the first to stir about, probably due to the rising discomfort of her wrists. She sure as shit came about when Ezzie slapped her hard across the face though.

“Wake up woman! I need you to be focused,” she chimed, and slapped her again.

“God fucking damnit, knock it off! I’m awake you stupid bitch!” she shouted, and it took just a second to realize what the situation meant for her: lack of mobility from her arms, and when she tugged at her feet to plant them on the ground, they didn’t even budge. “Do you have any idea who the fuck you’re messing with girl? Leave now and you might live another week before I find you personally—OUCH! I SAID KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF!”

Ezzie slapped her again, growing unamused with the tirade of threats. “I’ll stop if you stop threatening me… now before we go further—and I slap the shit out of you again—what’s your name hunny?”

The girl just raised a brow, looking down at Ezzie who was apparently holding a sharpie and a sticky name tag. She opened her mouth to say something snide, but Ezzie raised the back of her left hand… and the girl just shrank in on herself with a meek “My name is Cindy…”

“C-I-N-D-Y…” spelling as she spoke, her tongue soon sticking out from one corner of her lips as she pulled the non-stick side off, and slapped the tag on the woman’s forehead. “Glad you could attend today! I’m ever-hopeful about this as it’s my first time holding one of these functions, but if you could, just leave your input of this little seminar when we’re done… there’ll be a suggestion box near the door…” punctuated as Ezzie—in a sign of nimble grace—extended her left leg out until the toe of her slipper touched the box in the corner… the haphazard spelling of ‘Sugshestin’ printed in the same sharpie color as though a child had drawn it.

“Oh my God, what the hell’s going on?! Dude, let me out now!” And everything else to state that the man was obviously the bitch of this relationship… both Ezzie and Cindy shared a knowing glance—despite their opposition—and soon she was rolling her eyes as Ezzie ‘strolled’ casually towards the downed man, a slight skip in her step.

“Da-dum! Da-dum!... Da-DA-DUM!” Skipping right on top of the man as she straddled his waist in the final chorus of her idle singing, “Look what this spider caught in her web… two nasty little guards doing the ‘nasty’ together no doubt…”

“Who the fuck are you?! Cindy, Cindy where are you? Who is this girl?!”

“Jason will you shut the fuck up already, you sound like a little fucking bitch right now!” came the voice of reason somewhere behind the crazy girl, and Ezzie just grinned stupidly with a shrug on her shoulders… soon spelling out Jason in the same goofy fashion…

“J-A-S-O-N…. THERE!” she announced happily, and slapped the man hard across the cheek as she stuck the tag against the same side of his face. “Now we can all be friends.”

“Is she fucking crazy?” Jason asked and yelped aloud when she slapped him again.

“The hell do you think?” Cindy replied.

Standing up finally, eventually Ezzie relocated to the only free spot on the bench—directly between each pair of feet—as hands came down and carefully ‘patted’ on either set of legs… “I’m sure you two have a TON of questions… but unfortunately that’s not the game we’re playing today. Instead, I want you to give me the layout of the building inside, and how many people are left for me to ‘subdue’… You see, Leslie and I have a bit of an arrangement… and I REALLY don’t want to be late for my appointment…” right down to the goofy voice, the woman was literally a fucking clown right now, and she absolutely LOVED the thrill.

“That plus the next time one of you little bastards speak up, I’m just gonna get mean.”

If the first half didn’t do it, maybe the second half would… more importantly, with the woman practically dancing about the tool shed it was hard to make heads or tails of anything up to the point that Ezzie ‘twirled’ her way back to Jason, and slapped a piece of industrial adhesive tape across his lips. “You kind sir need to keep your mouth shut for this… though muffled screams are acceptable,” she corrected, and gave a soft kiss of his forehead… fingers running daintily through the length of his long hair.

He really WAS a looker… rawr…

“Almost regret asking, but the fuck do you plan to do—weird us to fucking death?” The woman—Cindy—had some feist to her!

“Close… I don’t want you two talking JUUUUST yet, but soon enough. I want to make a perfect evening of tonight though, and since I’m not quite as skilled as I’d like to be, I want to use my new-found appreciation on you guys! Isn’t that wonderful?!” Jumping up and down with a bubbly clap to her hands that her voice just couldn’t keep up with.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Quite a mouth, but Cindy was allowed her musings since she and her boyish colleague here were about to be used as guanine pigs.

“Your friend… Boss, whatever you call her—Leslie, the girl wonder in question, had a rather unorthodox and interesting method to which she introduced to me… needless to say I managed to become some torrent whipping girl, but I discovered a few things about myself…” hands placing daintily on her chest as she stood almost on tip-toe before Cindy, “and I just couldn’t ignore those feelings anymore… thrilling even!”

She didn’t HAVE to say anymore… Cindy’s eyes were soon going wide at the thought—always trust that a method used for punishment now has had some roots in the past—and before she could say another word, Ezzie was slapping another piece of adhesive tape over her mouth. “Generally I’d say listening to you beg would be sexy as hell, but I want to savor this moment without the comments verbatim, if you know what I mean…” winking at Cindy as she gave the girl a playful nudge of her midsection with one outstretched elbow…

“Now… if I remember correctly, your girl Leslie had a penchant for feet… and since it’s not essentially ‘uncommon knowledge’, can you confirm that it was both guys and girls?” she asked, gripping the woman by the chin as she forced her to nod. “Good!”

Oh, and the bellowing Jason was doing now… she could ‘feel’ his frustration as his efforts redoubled after hearing those dreadful words… but none so much as Cindy who was in the worst kind of compromising position for anyone about to suffer at the hands of a tickler.

“So then we have our answer! First I was planning on hitting up Boy Wonder on the floor… I’d ask you to watch, but hearing is believing right?” She even kissed Cindy on the lips, through the tape of course. “Enjoy yourself! Don’t feel you need to hang around on my account though—HA, get it?! Oh… it’ll sink in eventually…” wiping away that imaginary tear from her eye as the woman ran her dainty fingers along the left outstretched underarm, playfully dancing her nails in a single, swift stroke before simply ‘skipping’ off and away, with a quick peal of giggles muffled by the tape accompanied her…

…and there was poor Jason doing his damndest to shy away… his ankles flailing so adamantly back and forth!... now the real problem Ezzie had was she left the lad’s boots on, same with the girl… in fact, aside from their jackets, they were left fully clothed! “Well drat!” she spat out, and slapped the tip of the man’s shoes with a frown. “I’m sorry to have to say this, but I’ll be forced to ‘cut’ out certain expenses…”

A knife already in hand from her pouch, she was practically waving it about like a serial killer, which caused Jason to grow understandably nervous as his left foot flailed about when she attempted to grip at it with her one free hand.

“Now now—if you keep doing that, you’ll wind up getting your foot sliced open. I’m not planning on being gentle, and one wrong turn might make me cut a toe right off… that would suck, wouldn’t it?”

Above all else, he was more than responsive to that the closer the knife came to his ankle… and when he didn’t answer, she brought it closer, to which he nodded furiously.

“GOOD! So then you understand, and now you can hold the fuck still before an accident happens.”

He nodded again, and she let the knife carefully trace along the outer material of his boot in emphasis to see just how much he was listening. Save for maybe a soft twitch or two in response, it would appear her earlier words held clout, and she made for the arduous process of cutting through the material. The leather was substantial enough, with good strength to it, but her vibro blade had a resonance engine built in, and the rapid pulses made for an easy ‘slice’ through anything short of the same metallurgic component.

It would appear that she wasn’t alone in her observations as sections were removed at a time… even on the fearful side of things to come, Jason couldn’t help but look on to what she was doing, and by the time the first boot was removed there were visible signs of tears and cuts along the thick wool sock.

From there, the sock was no less different with the vibro blade, as most of the sock was still bunched up under the ankle. Making quick work with it, she was able to soon remove it and reveal the man’s bare foot. Not quite as slender as her own, it had a sleek nature, the toes slightly more chubby, with the big toe extending further.

He didn’t have as high defined an arch, but he wasn’t a flat-foot either… and surprisingly enough he did take care of his own skin. “A connoisseur of skin care, or does fare Leslie have a fetish that extends out to the people she hires?” she asked, but that wide-eyed gaze couldn’t do anything.

“Answer later… but think about it—I’m curious about your well-paying friend and her little ‘quirks’… we don’t have much time though so hold still.”

Ezzie being on such a roll, she didn’t stop at the boots—soon the man’s pants were cut away until he was left in only boxers, and a bit of wonderful eye-candy was produced when his shirt found itself in similar fate… accompanied only by that constant look of fear on his face at the thought that any second, should Ezzie become over-zealous, he could have one nasty cut to answer for.

Oh, and she also did herself a favor of removing Cindy’s boots too… she had adorable little feet! Probably just size five if that, with well rounded little toes and plush heels to match. Her soles were several shades lighter, almost pink, than the rest of her body… and no surprise to find she was far more pampered in the meantime.

She put up less of a fight, probably something to do with Ezzie’s earlier warning and the ideology of knife-wielding that left a distinctive fear.

“While I work, I want you good little helpers to contemplate this question: What has two thumbs, a vibro blade, and intends to find out every bit of information regarding the inside of Leslie’s compound?” she said as she jerked her thumbs right back at herself, “This gal! So hang on… I’m kinda new to this… oh, you can move again fella!”

And with that… well… she wasn’t as ‘kind’ with Jason as Leslie was with her in the beginning: nails explored all along those size ten’s like she was going through a rummage sale… her nails skittering this way and that, and no actual buildup to the moment so much as it ‘happening’ that poor Jason didn’t stand a chance… his stomach a quiver, and his eyes suddenly glued shut, the man just practically bellowed into the tape the song of his people, a constant chorus of what sounded like childish giggles and titters while his toes did the Charleston on their own.

Oh the way they wiggled… this was the part Ezzie had been waiting for! A chance to survey just what Leslie found so fascinating, and it did have an essence of appeal that already budded the growth of arousal deep in her core… something she slowly savored by allowing her focus to remain stead-fast on the boy/man and less on how it made her feel.

And he was no slouch; a six pack of muscles which weren’t fully pronounced, but definitely visible… and with those abs came the visible shudder and shake they gave, his nostrils flaring in such fashion that when the man’s eyes opened, he was practically screaming laughter from them. And she didn’t help either… when she found the key point of his laughter concentrated around the stem of his toes, her efforts redoubled, and slowly her movements were becoming less clumsy, with trimmed nails that were rounded just enough that they ‘scooped’ at the skin with each downward stroke, not unlike an ice cream scoop just skimming off the top… only in this case the ice cream shaped and formed back around the nail, and turned instead into a cascading wave in reverse, causing the wrinkles to reshape and refine themselves.

Maybe ice cream was a bad example… this was more like the ocean now! And she could almost envision herself, her people back on their own home planet with its endless beaches… like little dots littered about the sea as they followed each wave and engaged in a sport not unlike humans and body boarding.

He might’ve disagreed, but the psychological effects were ever-apparent… while she watched his cute little toes dance their macabre dance, and listened to the chorus that was much sweeter in muffled, nostril flaring form… she also gave to the guilty hint of pleasure which had an eye on the man’s trousers, and lest she be mistaken, she had noticed a bit of a ‘twitch’ going on yonder, announcing the presence that she wasn’t alone in her youthful pursuits.

“Hang in there sweetie, you’re doing great! Soon we’ll play a little game too, as there’s something left yet that I’m just ‘dying’ to try on you.” How much time had gone by anyway; ten minutes, an hour? It hadn’t been long, but when the first break came for Jason, he was practically giggling like an idiot school girl seconds after the fact, which only left Cindy.

“We’re about to find out just how ticklish your girl-toy Cindy is… aren’t we happy about that?!” she purred, climbing up off the bench as she hovered about the front of the woman’s body, gripping the sides of her hips with agile fingers as she looked over the left side and down at Jason who was still recovering. “I do plan to leave the two of you like this until you’re found… or expire from exhaustion and malnourishment… but I’m sure your friends will find you all the same. Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy some ‘arousing’ stimulation in the meantime, right?” She looked up at Cindy and let her nails dig in playfully against her hips… the left first, and then the right… and back all over again. What Jason saw? A clever dance of those same hips in flirtatious twitching that wasn’t unlike a woman ‘swaying’ with each step… her naked heels barely visible, but the outline of her upper body was clear as a bell, and the sweet melody that was like pure summer came filtering back, that soon the man’s eyes were on Cindy, and Ezzie—let’s face it, the Feld girl was absolutely gorgeous… hard NOT to notice that, even if she was acting as a sadistic captor in the meantime—and he was unable to do anything else…

It was bad because her machine-gun giggling had not quite the same sultry undertone as Ezzie’s, but the girlish whims that their dear friend Jason attempted at earlier, only with more ‘girl’ in the pitch, and the essence of struggle as she grunted and guffawed now and again when she failed to contain her laughter.

She had been shaking her head, her eyes locked on Ezzie for what seemed like eternity, and still her body danced like a finely tuned machine… the fabric barely able to contain the outrageous feeling she got when she felt those fingers climbing higher, and higher… and she was soon screaming for Ezzie to go anywhere… do anything else! Just don’t. Touch. There!...

The underarms…

Due to the angle of them, the veins and muscle structure made the deep hollows stick out slightly. But the skin was so smooth and delicate, Ezzie got the impression of her nails stroking along the curve of Cindy’s finely shaped butt, along the curvature and right down against the back of her thighs… maybe in due time, but the higher she climbed over that baby-soft skin, the more that panicked look became a permeated statement… and while no laughter still came, her heavy breathing foretold a story of longing. How much water was needed before the dam spilled over?

“I like you… got a lot of fight going on… like a sweet dream wrapped in synthetic bacon—everyone loves synthetic bacon! Even dipped in Chrono-chocolate and topped off with a dash of Sheldon Spice from the Astral Colony 13V… MMM! Did those people know how to cook!” she chided excitedly, and suddenly dug her nails into the woman’s flesh all up and down her sides… tearing at sections of shirt along the way with her bare hands while nails found and raped every inch of skin in their journey, slowly but surely ‘baring’ the woman for her cohort to see in all naked glory—if you got off on a woman’s naked back—while the dam started to crack, and one eye squinted shut while her body sway violently, turning her display into nothing short of a primal ballerina dancing her way ferociously across the stage… a wanton desire to escape which was already causing beads of sweat to form and gather along her upper lip, her forehead growing slightly matted with the effort.

She seemed more keen on the struggle, the fight than her friend there… though Jason had finer points to him which made Ezzie all warm and fuzzy inside—like a man who just absolutely broke down into utter fits of childish giggling when his big ol’ feet were played with, and was it not for the situation, she might’ve thought that he thoroughly enjoyed this little game.

Cindy wasn’t so compliant though, at least not for the first thirty minutes of her torment. When everything but the pants were removed… well, her boots were gone too… but Ezzie wanted Cindy to have a chance to consider her ‘situation’ in full before things got real serious. As though a pair of modest sized breasts jiggling about Ezzie’s face wasn’t serious enough… and it wasn’t, the way her skin seemed to dance and shiver. When she watched close enough, Ezzie could even see the muscles twitching and spasming about, and when she raked her nails diligently starting from the base of the rib cage just below the woman’s breasts, there was a pause in time when she seemed to suck in her breath, making her tiny little frame shrink even more… just before it grew a little pronounced around the edges when she couldn’t hide it anymore, and just burst out into her uppity little giggle fit… the noise filtered back as though she were just softly snickering, but that tape was doing its job, and each soft ‘snicker’ was matched by the heavy exhale through her nostrils.

She really lost it each time Ezzie went back to the rib cage, and thrashed about with new life that barely caused her body to sway. For all this girl’s strength, her upper arms didn’t do much good, especially when her underarms were assaulted—she just hanged there pitifully and wailed into her tape while pleadingly looking on to the woman for some kind of respite.

Unlike Jason, she gave no ‘visible’ signs of any arousal… one might assume the girl found this to be utter torment! Except in that moment when Ezzie’s nails directed a downward stroke against the woman’s nipples… the ‘flick’ motion—like trying to dig or pull at something—was causing her torso to convulse, and her expression changed to something not unlike a mad woman fighting to figure out what she was feeling.

“I’m sorry… I know I should talk to you guys more but I enjoy the ‘silent’ treatment… gives you guys a chance to just listen to one-another… like a bondage!... Oh..” her face fell slightly in sardonic expression, suddenly realizing the folly of her words with two bound prisoners. “Well… could be worse right?” she backtracked, looking a little sorry for the woman with how one corner of her lips angled slightly downward like that of a guilty child.

“Help is on the way though!” And Cindy didn’t have much time to wonder what that meant… The woman’s pants were unbuttoned from the front soon after, and they were pushed down-much to the resistance of the owner-right around the base of her knees, leaving the girl stripped down to her panties.

“Might be asking why I’m doing this—I’m conducting a field test before keeping my appointment with your boss and need you… and your friend back there!... to tell me how much you either love or hate this—“ she placed her finger against the woman’s taped lips as though she wasn’t already silenced, “—now I know your opinion is pretty stretched right now, but just give it some time! I mean when it first happened to me I had to confess I was pissed off too… but then I grew to really appreciate the opportunity… in many ways, if it wasn’t for your buss you wouldn’t be here right now… you should feel honored! I know your friend feels that way right now… whew!”

She looked over the girl’s shoulder… or rather the side of her body… at Jason who couldn’t look away, and given the circumstance he was just as ashamed now as he was before, but with a more accepting attitude… if you wanted to call his arousal that… Lord knew he was packing enough heat for both of them right now. “Remember, right now you’re observing… since your boss is a woman I need to understand the psychological aspects, and it doesn’t hurt to have a male influence, right?” she teased, and with that same brimming smile on her face, the girl allowed herself to trace two fingers deftly across Cindy’s panties, right over a very faint, very small forming wet spot.

Aroused yet? Possible… maybe Cindy was resistant to probing…

Her thighs were highly responsive to touch… given they were ‘clamped’ together already, Ezzie had to use a small syntha-wood wedge that was lying about, placed between Cindy’s knees before they were taped together, leaving a decent part between her legs… but soon Ezzie was able to sit down casually in front of her otherwise occupied friend and resume her work; nails poised and teetering along the supple flesh of those inner thighs.

Oh Cindy still swung them about as much as she could, but nothing she did hampered the effects by more than just mere moments in between, which still left a substantial amount of contact that she experienced in earnest… and those electric signals which were shooting straight into her brain was starting to make her head practically ‘swim’ in the moment.

It was strange… if that word fit the bill… but a mixture of Ezzie’s words—which made her skin utterly tingle—and her soft touch which seemed to improve with each stroke that made Cindy grow slightly allured, not unlike sailors of old ancient Human history when being called in by the siren’s call just before their ship was devoured by the jagged rocks.

Swimming, and with a hopeless sensation that at any moment her life was to be forfeit to this madness, it forced a feeling of hopeless acceptance which caused Cindy’s body to thrash less… and gyrate more with each passing second.

She could only imagine what would happen if her feet were touched… having not considered the alternative before, but Ezzie was right—Leslie’s looming fetish for such attractive parts of the body (in her mind) meant that most of those which were part of her ‘personal’ staff held to a particular regiment… and on occasion, one or two of those personal guards even allowed Leslie’s indulgence.

Granted a willing host was better than unwilling cooperation, but it was no less maddening then as it was now, just a matter of the circumstance, and Cindy was still relatively new to this organization… and being a woman she took well enough care of her appearance that the latter of her passive assignments were like second nature.

It was odd at first… inside most of the guards wandering the grounds were male and female alike, but each held a substantial human beauty that was almost the envy of the outer guard. And of those people… well let’s just say some often questioned the validity of a guard which acted more as a harem than a personal protector.

Still, there weren’t many complaints filtering down from the grape vine… or maybe those people just held broken wills beyond repair, and their lives soon became that which was forced upon them.

All of this, thoughts swimming past Cindy’s mind in the blink of an eye, and soon—after another grueling drag of nails so close to her still-covered sex—the girl gave off her first longing moan… her will not entirely broken, but her sexual desire was pent up enough that she no longer thought in coherent phrases and sentences… but instead gave to torrents of colors and feelings, like vivid pictures swimming across her vision, until all she saw was the backlash of her own desire as it became not unlike a hunger… a pain in her stomach with the wanton desire for that hunger to be fed.

Sadly… the fuel had other objectives in mind.

And poor Jason! Oh… Poor, poor boy… left to watch his friend—Ezzie suspected they were lovers, if not fuck buddies—suffer so without so much as a penchant of human touch in return, to the point that the echoing muffled bouts of sultry laughter left HIM thrashing!

He… he WANTED her… wanted her and the Feld girl… wanted to touch them, to do the same to Cindy that Ezzie had done to him, and then some! The girl obviously having gotten the worst of it, it still didn’t matter… for his budding testosterone had him acting as if an agent of pure lust, fuelled only by the anger of denial in anything but sight… that macabre dance she performed as though he were the only one in current existence.

But thankfully, as some philosophers once stated so very long ago—you can’t always get what you want. Thankful though in that Jason wasn’t the one on the subject table for all the unruly treatments going on.

It wasn’t until that one defining moment when Cindy thought she couldn’t take anymore that Ezzie switched tactics though; the girl was practically sobbing as much as she was laughing, her throat growing hoarse and her forehead beaded with sweat, as well as a clear sheen across her body, causing the occasional goose pimples to break out across her skin due to the lowering temperatures outside. The shed wasn’t freezing cold, but it was hardly insulated enough to provide a comfortable warmth, even with heat from the steam vats filtering through the designed radiator system which was used to expel heat.

The first break didn’t come soon enough, but by then Cindy’s mind was far too gone… Ezzie could see it in the girl’s eyes, how they almost appeared as if they could barely stay open, and when she ripped the tape off, the girl was already begging and pleading…

“Please… please, no more… God I’ll tell you anything, just…” she whined, and her head sagged, despite the stinging sensation to her lips, her skin going momentarily red from the adhesive. It was gone soon enough, but the pain was fleeting in comparison.

“So is sweet little Cindy ready to be of assistance?” Ezzie cooed softly, hand reaching out to carefully run through the course of the woman’s shoulder-length hair, despite the traces of perspiration that stuck to her palm.

“Yes… mmm, yes I’ll tell you anything, please just don’t… don’t—no, please no!” she was growing panicked with the passing seconds with good reason, even as Ezzie coddled the woman’s cheek with tender, almost loving strokes, that stray hand was settled on the girl’s trembling thigh, her thumb just barely grazing the outer fabric covering her slightly sobbing sex. “I don’t, I can’t… not like this please!”

“Please what?” Ezzie asked, and delved in her own partial delight when the girl cooed softly, nestling Ezzie’s hand tenderly as her thumb pressed firm against the same spot again, allowing for a downward flick of her nail which seemed to cause dizzying effects. “Did you hear me, I asked you a question Cindy.”

Eyes closed, she was almost grinning from ear to ear, cradling her neck just so… and she groaned in more than just mild discomfort as Ezzie pulled her hand away. “Please!... I can’t, not like this…”

Shrugging her shoulders, Ezzie continued anyway… rubbing her thumb most harshly against that sobbing mound as the girl’s groaning grew more pronounced, her hips gyrating as much as they could manage… and it wasn’t much that was for damn sure. “I think you misunderstood my intentions Cindy… I just need you two to help me ‘experiment’ with these effects. I have no intention of letting you…” she giggled, placing a finger to her lips suddenly… “Well, of letting certain things come to pass. You understand I’m sure…”

Cindy’s eyes just went wide… she couldn’t believe what she was hearing! “If you had no intention then why do it?! You have no right, none—“ her words were silenced when Ezzie covered her mouth, and while gripping her jaw firm, she let Cindy watch as nails came dangerously close, until she could even ‘feel’ the air around those nails just before they stroked along her underarm.

It took Ezzie a substantial amount of focus to keep her hand in place, but the muffled laughter wasn’t as distorted this time… if anything she could hear it almost as clear as if she just removed her fingers… but Cindy was being out of line right now… bad girls needed to be put in their place. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do girl… it’s not your place…” she threatened, and held Cindy’s body still through the onslaught that had her whipping her head back and forth.

Her mouth was let go, and the girl took ample advantage by literally screaming to her ticklish demise, because with the other hand free, Ezzie was able to wrack the poor girl’s body with a two-part devastation on either underarm which had become one incredible ‘hot zone’ for her in the meantime.

Maybe two, three minutes tops that this took place, and a babbling Cindy was sobbing quietly to herself when the attack finally came to an end. That just left one last spot… or did it?

A most curious notion came to mind in that bit of time… seeing as poor Jason was left indisposed and untouched, relatively so… whereas poor Cindy was forced to endure such horrid torment at her willing hands… as she stood there watching Cindy just hang, practically breathless… she decided…

“How would you like a chance to have a little ‘revenge’ in the meantime?” she asked, a brow curiously raised as she passively glanced at Jason’s prone body.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean?” she asked, and was shocked when she felt Ezzie reaching up and releasing the hooks hold on her wrists. BAM!

“Ouch!” she shouted as she landed flat on her elbows, arms coming down instinctively. Her ankles still tied, it was a rather awkward fall, but she wasn’t about to question the motive. “Why?”

“Simple: there’s no possible chance of you staging an offensive attack against me tonight, which means if you don’t agree you’ll just be back to where you started… OR you can explore dear Jason who doesn’t have that same option open, and at the very least you’ll be reasonably entertained in the process while waiting for help to arrive.”

“In exchange?” she asked.

Ezzie shrugged, “Well I still have your feet to try… probably not as long though since I don’t want to waste my energy on you when I have ‘bigger’ fish to fry… but it would be pretty damn sweet to get one final laugh from you while you make tender lover down there squeal.”

Still in an awkward position with her ankles bound, the girl could just look up slightly from her position at Ezzie… “Take it I can’t talk you out of this…”

“Nope… you can try, but you’d be back to square one, and Jason would have one hell of a show to watch while I frustrate you further.”

She was breathing heavily… her mind total mush, but even then she still knew the prospects of a thrill when she saw it, and if nothing else she could at least attempt a staged act of freeing the two of them. “Does it have to be my feet?”

“Ticklish?”

Even in breathless form, Cindy could still share a rather sarcastic raise of the brow.

“Right, stupid question… well…” she queried, rubbing at her own slim chin. Not quite as narrow as Cindy’s, she actually had more of a chin, with slender cheeks that fit her angular face and large eyes… and as she made up her mind, Cindy couldn’t help but watch the girl with a looming eagerness…

…Or maybe it was those slippered feet she was watching, having landed practically at Ezzie’s shoes… she even let her fingers carefully curl about the Feld woman’s ankles, and was surprised when Ezzie didn’t pull away.

“I know… once you get started it becomes SUCH an addiction… and I had your boss doing such naughty things to mine.” Shuddering with utter delight at the after-thought as Ezzie felt a chill rolling up and down her spine, feeling Cindy’s fingers playfully feeling at her naked ankles. “Don’t get too eager though… I’d rather do this with your cooperation, but you’re in no condition to mount an attack—so if you cooperate I might try something new on you. Otherwise I’ll just let my fingers do the dancing.”

“New?”

Hands thrown up, and eyes in a practical roll, the woman just exhaled in exasperated form, “LORD! How many questions are you gonna ask me?!” she balked, and pulled back at her ankles now. “Let’s just say it didn’t involve her fingers when Leslie got to the heart of her desires… interested?”

“Again, do I have a choice?”

Lips pursed in thought, she finally shook her head, her hair practically bouncing to and fro along the back of her skull, “No… well, yes… you have a choice: if you allow this willingly, you get a crack at boy-toy over there—“pointing to the man who was practically bug-eyed and shaking his head for all his life… “—or you can be difficult and I finish you off without the happy ending egg roll at the bottom of the roller coaster.”

“Fine… just untie me and—MFFG!” cut off suddenly—as Ezzie slipped one foot out from her slipper—when her foot placed itself over Cindy’s lips… she was practically blushing at the act, that slender, sweet smelling foot coming in contact… perhaps her budding arousal was still pronounced in her, but she could almost…

“Behave girl or suffer…”

She stopped any train of thought, but didn’t move. Something about the act that left her shuddering delightfully.

“I’ll cut your ankles free, but the first sign of aggressive action against me and I start waving my knife around… and I have a twitchy hand… understood?”

She nodded, noting the act made her ‘rub’ against Ezzie’s foot… the girl only more than obliging with her sweet little giggle at the act as she withdrew her foot finally and slid it back into its slipper. “Good… try any of that kicking crap either and I’ll cut both of you up—but you seem like a good girl, I’m sure you’ll behave.”

She was sure of it… if for no other reason than the fact that all it took was Ezzie just ‘grazing’ the zip ties around Cindy’s ankles before they were free. She held the knife between skilled fingers, but didn’t brandish it outright as she carefully stood up.

“Right… now where do you want; his feet or the rest of his body?”

Cindy was still staring at the knife, but Ezzie snapping her fingertips together abruptly snapped her back to reality as she crudely pointed towards the bound male on the floor.

“Focus woman… I don’t have a lot of time!”

She looked on… taking much delight in—snap snap—“his upper body… I want his torso!” she replied, and Ezzie knew already what the girl had in mind…

“Fine… lie down on your stomach just across the top of his knees and stay there.”

And now some finishing touches…

…only a few minutes maybe, but when Ezzie was done re-applying the bondage, she managed to anchor Cindy’s body across the top of Jason’s legs using lengths of rope and bungee cord she found around the shed… it would undoubtedly leave marks, but it kept Cindy tied well and good.

Her hands being a different story, Ezzie managed to use a few more bungee cords to anchor them to Cindy’s wrist restraint… they were held prone just inches above Jason’s stomach, and took a bit of ‘strength’ in between to actually tug up or down, but it gave Cindy just enough mobility to reach anywhere from the top of Jason’s chest, on down to his boxers… anything beyond and the cords just didn’t give more slack.

The compromise was that Cindy willingly allowed her feet into bondage. Having kicked off her pants for good, she was left in just a pair of panties, and more than willingly dangled her legs off the edge of the bench where they were again tied down to the frame. Even if Cindy were to attempt freedom, she’d never be able to reach beyond her means.

Ezzie might’ve been new to tickling, but she knew how to subdue someone… a similar bondage scheme was used many moons ago when Ezzie was still working as a thief on board a transport frigate with lax rules… not quite the same use back then though.

The only part that made this whole arrangement next to terrifying—and thrilling—was that Cindy did her best NOT to look back behind herself. Ezzie could strike at any time, and for long periods at that! But there was a small, looming respect for the girl. Chances were once Cindy had a chance to recover her feelings would be entirely different, but even though she’d been violated, she was respectfully given a chance to enjoy herself, and that was something to admire… the only thing she could think of now was why Leslie didn’t hire this girl on full-time, instead of that crude Kal who had more ‘dangerous’ methods of information extraction.

Kal was a different subject though… and more than just the envy of Leslie’s personal guard.

For Ezzie though, she hadn’t expected to be very long. But Cindy didn’t waste time with the opportunity as the bungee bondage provided her limited movement at the expense of a little strength, so she pushed down on her wrists with maybe a good quarter of force, Jason’s body convulsing and contracting knowingly as the man was back to tittering giggles as he shook his head, his lips still well tapered off from any noise beyond what he was doing now.

Well-toned abs, absolutely soft and supple skin, and he was even worse with his own sensitivity as he didn’t put up a shred of struggle… he just bellowed and laughed the more Cindy delved, her nails hardly as fiendish, but equally up to the task as she found herself grinning with more than just a hint of lust.

What was merely seconds felt more like an eternity, and what little movement her body was permitted, she found herself softly ‘grinding’ her hips in limited mobility against one of his outstretched legs while watching that bulge in his boxers grow to new heights.

And Ezzie was just the outside observer too! If she had nothing else to go off of, she had Cindy’s tiny little feet to show every little emotion she felt down in front… when she was growing malicious in her actions, those toes would curl tightly, about as tight as her teeth would clamp down… and when she was being playful in her ways, those dainty little feet crossed-one over the other. Just one of many different ways that it would appear Ezzie’s social exercise was giving her more information than she could have ever figured out by becoming a victim again.

When it was Cindy’s turn to feel the onslaught of sensation, the girl seemed aptly more prepared for it. Whether it was a general acceptance, or the fair chance to allow some of that torment to be deflected back onto another, this time Cindy was almost more cooperative: at first her feet did flail and twist about, but gradually over time, they seemed to ‘adapt’ to that sensation, and what little movement they gave was replaced in equal parts to her concentration on strength and method.

Her fingertips were becoming more frantic in their stroking and digging, making it equally tougher to try and be gentle… she could tell by the way Jason grunted and groaned on rare occasion in between his own laughter… and only at higher points of Cindy’s sudden free-reign giggling did she show signs of her own slight ‘displeasure’… only now she was displeased at not being able to focus.

Still… the enticing prospect was that Ezzie managed to change someone’s loyalties—even if for a moment—just from the simple thought of prolonged sexual frustration and tickling… there was an essence of power to it, and that power seemed to be intoxicating… like an acting aphrodisiac seeping straight into the veins. Ezzie could see now how Leslie would find this to be so appealing: the girl loved power, and nothing seemed more powerful than that for her.

Ezzie was more strong willed than most of the other victims having fallen prey, and part of that was because she enjoyed it originally, instead of being forced into it first and enjoying it later. Maybe the physiology alone was enough to endure through the worst of it, but her realization of the thing she found ‘endearing’ and ‘provocative’ also pushed her to understand what she didn’t like from it… and that was Leslie’s control, or forced control, over the circumstance.

She despised the unwillingness of it, to be part of a game due to enjoyment alone… and though her current objective here right now was based off of revenge, she now had some essence of control over the circumstance. At the very least she could find the enjoyment again.

Watching all of this unfold held its charm and allure in a fashion that only further inspired and encouraged Ezzie on… even as she danced her nails along every groove and crevice she could reach… and though the woman—Cindy—was still holding to her end of the arrangement, it wasn’t much longer before her bout of giggling was soon coming out in uncontained fashion, and as the seconds passed into minutes, it wasn’t much longer before she became the victim of her own willingness… with the lack of focus needed to provide the ample pressure to reach Jason.

Poor Jason… she totally forgot about the man, but his hysterics were hardly contained beyond the point of return, and some part of him was finally reduced to nothing but a pitiful wail, with the occasional silent treatment that had him practically frozen in his seat.

But this was trivial though, she was starting to get bored quickly with this woman… she could tell with the lines she painted on the girl’s soles, or maybe it was due to the notion that the girl no longer put up a fight anymore, save for an idle wiggle back and forth… and in fact Cindy was more incline on her task than the latter.

Pooh…

Making a slight face, she decided that now was as good a time as any, and stood to her seat as she gave Cindy a swift slap on the butt. “Hey girl, hate to tickle and run but I’m a little tired with all this… think it’s time I up my game before I lose interest, ya know?”

And with that—long before Cindy could speak her response—Ezzie took another length of tape to slap over the woman’s lips, following obvious protests as she managed to narrowly avoid slapping the tape over the cheek tag she gave Cindy earlier… just like with Jason’s, who had a smiley face along the side of it.

“I’m sure you two are gonna have lots of fun! I’ll be sure to drop a line to your boss and let her know how things went in here… if she don’t punish you herself, someone might… hell, might even turn this current thing into a party right?!” she laughed, and gave a pinch of Cindy’s cheek before she scampered off.

That just left her and Jason, and while Cindy wasn’t really the vindictive one… she suddenly found the change of dominance a most ‘pleasing’ factor to boot, pun intended. It was a humiliating experience no matter how you sliced it, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take a page from Ezzie’s handbook either.

It almost seemed eerie though as Ezzie crossed the compound towards the main building… leaving behind the two ‘indisposed’ guards in the shed, she probably lost the ability to ‘hear’ them after the first ten feet—those steam vats could produce a hell of a lot of noise—but that’s not what worried her… even if they managed to get free, by the time Ezzie was set up, nobody would be able to come in to interrupt her work… of that she’d be sure.

But there was an essence of cocky arrogance standing; barely a few patrols outside, and maybe a few more at best hanging out within, none of which she and her people were able to pick up on active surveillance. It made Ezzie’s skin crawl with the essence of a trap lingering, but then some of it started to make sense as a whole… in bits and pieces, the one true strive for Leslie was that of power. She believed in it so much that she possibly overlooked fundamental flaws in the design of her perimeter. Or else maybe she had no real reason to be fearful, since the business she engaged in made her act as the single scourge of the whole city, and the only means of undermining that would be an opposing force, of which none really existed.

That tingly sensation started to ebb away, but never really vanished until the point when Esmeralda broke in through the first set of steel doors, only to find herself transported into a whole new world:

First thing she noted was the utter warmth that seemed to permeate every corner and crevice, and right down to the tips of her toes, she was just basking in a glow that—under any other circumstance—would almost even be inviting.

The lower floor consisted of maybe a few crew quarters, and an intricate system of ducts and pipes which wasn’t really masked… it seemed to be the single source of heating supply for the entire building, which meant the people living down here did so in comfort.

There were only a few people left wandering about the halls, a total of five—just like outside. Everyone else was asleep in the makeshift barracks which held row after row of bunks, with only two exit points it would seem, and no windows. The kind of thing you might expect with a military base… so Leslie was cautious… interesting.

Two thirds of the bunks were full, but Leslie wasn’t interested in that. There would be no way for these people to communicate with Leslie save for the small communications box stationed on the wall, and a few snipped wires and a tug here and there had a good section of the electronics removed with just enough damage that repairs would be impossible. All that left was sealing the doors, and a good steel broom handle through each section, both complemented with zip ties, made quick work that they’d remain as such until Ezzie was done.

The technology didn’t exist yet for weapons beyond projectiles… guns and crossbows at most, but without something rudimentary like a basic surveillance system in place, the only other means of warning were the eyes on the ground… and two of the five guards wandering about were ‘neutralized’ with rather swift and equally painful bashes to the skull. She did feel bad about that, but not fully so.

If Ezzie’s memory of the room she was held captive in was a sign of anything, it was that the second floor was very much as it was described… it reminded Ezzie suddenly that she forgot to ‘question’ the guards about the patrols up top.

Damnit girl… you promised you’d be thorough this time. The hell good will it do if you get captured before—hello, hello!

The bottom defenses were neutralized for the most part, and the moment Ezzie reached the second floor via the stairwell at the far corner, she stepped right into that ‘personal harem’ she never learned about from Cindy: high rise curtains draped in colorful and decorative fashion all across the ceilings and walls, with a lush carpeted floor leading from room to room.

The rooms… oh… some were obviously used as personal office space, but that didn’t stop the same elaborate and grandiose nature of the ones filled with warm bodies, the doors padlocked with a combination lock, and housing possibly some of the most gorgeous specimens she had ever seen—both men and women alike… and like some personal bit of suffering, all were separated according to gender and age.

None of which seemed to pay Ezzie the time of day though as each personal ‘brothel’ behind the barred door was minding their own… engaged in activities of this sort and that…

Like a kid in a candy store… the brunt of it like a swimming torrent of sensation that the woman was elated! Her feet practically skipping on the balls of her feet, her lips quietly humming ‘Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum-dum!’ as she continued ‘hopping’ along happily, heading towards the only door—or set of double doors—that wasn’t locked up tight like a drum… the Contessa herself!

A nice little hop, skip and a jump…

Who said you couldn’t enjoy your work, right?

“Da-dum… Da-dum… What’s a little Feld girl to do… when the clock strikes Twelve, and the Feld girl is after you…?” A little ditty sang by her people as they started to build a slow-growing reputation as the scourge of the humanoid species. “One, two, three and four… you sent us away, yet we came back for more… and when the world ends the only thing left; one little Feld girl—“

Suddenly she kicked the door open to Leslie’s bedroom, arms held out wide, and eyes teeming with excitement, “—and she’s hiding under your bed!”

She must have been surprised, as Leslie was practically springing up from under the covers… having spent that night alone, with everyone locked up tight for that evening.

She was clawing her way across the covers to reach for something at a nearby table, but Ezzie beat her to the punch when a silent shot PANGED off the very same table, just inches away from where Leslie’s hand was almost at.

She spun her head about, her hair only slightly disheveled as it managed to hang just as graceful down the length of her back… and no surprise here! The woman slept without a bra too, having enough dignity not to feel shame at that revelation as she stared down the barrel of the silenced pistol Ezzie was holding loosely in her hand.

“Nuh-uh! Not until us Girls have a chance to talk…” and with that, she gestured for the woman to step away as she practically sprang across the floor, her tender little feet already out of their slippers as she lavished in the delight of the material sweeping across her toes, the pads of her soles… and in the end she went to the night stand to scoop up the same gun Leslie held her at before knocking Ezzie unconscious.

“Huh, this must be a bit of poetic justice for ya, but I’m not here for violence—not right now anyway. Instead, I thought we might have a chance to talk about what happened those few nights ago; just us girls.”

Leslie wasn’t nearly as cowardly as Ezzie thought she’d be in this situation… “I’m listening,” the woman announced, but soon her world went black as Esmeralda knocked the sense out of her with a single, crushing blow right down against the side of the head, dropping her back onto the bed like a sack of wheat.

“Like I said: I’m not here for violence… but bitch, that doesn’t mean I forgive you yet,” Ezzie said to the unconscious woman’s body, and tossed both guns aside as she got to work.

niceeeeeeee

this is one of the highest quality stories I have read in awhile, whens the next part? :/

I've been a little swamped with other work, but I'm getting around to finishing the second half. Between online classes and full-time work it almost seems impossible to get away long enough to write another installment.

Patience though! I appreciate the feedback and it will be coming soon.