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Too Skilled of an Instructor (The Trepe Treatment Part 2)
"Dismissed." With that single word the prospective SeeD candidates leapt from their seats, most condensating upon the doorway while a few wafted towards one another, clumping together into quite the audible mess. Like a leaf, Quistis dropped into the cracked leather seat beneath her, her shoulders parallel to the floor. Swiping at a pen, she lowered her glasses upon her nose and scribbled hasty notes onto a sickly yellow pad. Behind her the clock ticked loudly, her knees twitching in time with the thuds as she lightly tapped her boot against the floor, her eyes darting back and forth between the last cluster of students that lingered about haphazardly and the paper she carelessly doodled upon.
At last the male with his back to her slid his weight to his right; crossing his arms and closing his eyes, he shrugged and sighed, turning towards the door. Like bellows ready to burst, air slowly gathered around Quistis' diaphragm, her stomach growing tight in its feeble attempt to restrain the rebellious gas from surging out. As though they were compressed within time, his comrades murkily looked at each other, their gaze not breaking for several seconds before they slowly nodded and followed him. Their footsteps slapped their way across the walls while a smirk whisked itself into existence on the leader's face before he strode through the doorway. The other two followed, gently clicking the door shut behind them.
A muted sigh slashed through her lips as she rocked back in her chair, closing her eyes as she stripped her glasses from her face. Unclenching her fists, her arms fell to the sides of her chair, dangling precariously as they wafted back and forth. Breathing deeply, she slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the bright neon that greeted her while her fingers spread, her shoulder failing to bring her hand to her eyes.
Like a feather in the wind, her eyes drifted downwards, past the buzzing computers, towards the top of her mahogany desk, then to the whip that coiled the floor around her thigh high boots. Shifting her raised heels against the tile, she stared at the whip as lumps of cold steel coalesced in her abdomen. Biting the inside of her lip, she flung her head onto the backrest of her chair, glaring at the clock with her crystal blue eyes. Nodding, she reached down and grabbed her boots, undoing the defiant buckles that only sought to protect her before tugging the clingy things away, freeing her feet before slinging the listless wardens aside. The cool air trickled about her jet black, transparent nylons as she wiggled her toes, their neon-pink casings glinting in the light.
Grabbing the handle of her whip, she cracked it under her desk then rose, gallantly striding in front of the mahogany monstrosity; the chill of the tiles kneaded her soles as she knelt, gathering the lax end of her weapon. Throwing the thing across her desk like a fishing line, she whipped over the desk, pivoting midair before thumping back into her seat. In a smooth motion, she threw her legs over the top of the desk as she tightly wrapped the whip around her ankles, leather creaking in approval. Sitting back, she gazed upon the shining pink lacquer that peered through the veil that held her toes captive as she tugged her ankles against one another, the bonds moving her legs as one. The steel inside of her warmed pleasantly as steam lifted off, fluttering through her torso.
Reaching into her pocket, she dug out a small handkerchief. Taking an end in each hand, she spun the cloth together then swayed her arms behind her head, inserting the fabric into her mouth as she wrapped it around her face while working the ends into a tight knot. A coat of sweat conquered the tip of her nose as she turned onto her side, the bottoms of her toes wiggling defiantly at the lights that blinded her but moments ago. With a quick tug, she slid the hilt of her weapon beneath the chair. Another tug later and she brought it to her wrists, her long fingers desperately looping the loose leather around until the backs of her hands fell tightly together. Inside of her the steel melted, seeping through her veins with a molten warmth as she sighed. Leaning back, she threw her head against the headrest of her chair as she let out a whimpering moan while swaying her hips and pulling at her legs. Closing her eyes, she bellowed out the warm air that the steel belched, a deep satisfaction ringing through her lungs. Distantly she heard the door click shut.
Her eyes fluttered open revealing Xu, her arms crossed in front of her bosoms, a clipboard in her hands. Leaning forward slightly, Quistis held eye contact without so much as wavering a single muscle in her face. Instinctively her fingers caressed the loose knot, picking at it until the rebellious appendages were ordered to silence themselves. As rivulets condense into a stream so too did her fingers gently fall neatly together, though they remained at attention despite the command to stand at ease.
Xu's eyelids quivered, her watery eyes twitching very slightly. Slowly she rested her hand upon the door's handle. Behind her the clock thunked loudly while Xu shifted in place, shuffling the clipboard between her hands. Gulping, Xu retracted her hand from the door, the tips of her fingers lingering upon it as her arm fell away. Reaching for her chin, Xu meekly walked forward, her shoulders hunched together as she stroked a nonexistent beard. Although Quistis appeared as a cat rolling upon her back, displaying her stomach proudly, her presence gave off the feel of a lioness. Her huntress eyes, piercing without appearing overly aggressive, maintained contact with Xu's as she crossed the room. Even as Xu set the clipboard upon the table a light pang of fear emanated from her chest, advising her to not look away.
Stalking ever closer, doubt clouding her sight from whether she was the huntress or the hunted, she silently stepped towards the front of the table, pulling a nearby chair towards her. As she lowered herself, she continued staring into the steely, brilliant blue eyes of the woman before her despite the clamor for attention that the bright pink nails cried for. Exhaling lightly, a bubble of heat broadcast itself above Xu's lungs, singeing her shoulders. A void paraded through her mind as she crossed her legs while placing her hands upon her knees. The clock screamed out its boisterous song while the two women continued to stare at one another, the frigidly emotionless looks nearly steaming the room into a sauna. As Xu sat, she shifted her feet restlessly while tendrils tethered themselves onto her feet, the chain like things bulging within her boots; with haste she let her eyes dart to the chalk lines that were half smeared across the board before leaping back to her prey.
Xu gulped ever so lightly, suddenly feeling pressure overwhelm her like the tide of a storm. Her palms tensed, her fingernails digging lightly into her knees as her eyes slightly widened. Breathing faster than before, she looked at the clock, her eyelids tensing and flicking at each cluck the thing droned out. The intense, burning vice of her tightened calves shredded through her legs, the pain oozing up her backside and torso as her muscles steeled their grip. At once her legs gained a mind of their own, lifting her slightly from the seat. With a crack of willpower, she reigned in her fingers, forming fists as her mind coaxed her body slowly back into her seat. Exhaling, she looked back into Quistis' eyes. Words melted on Xu's lips as she raised her hands, placing them on the silky tops of Quistis' feet. "What was it you said the other day?” Rubbing her hands up and down the smoothed tops of Quistis feet, Xu continued, a piercing light emanating from her eyes. “What was a woman’s weakest spot? Why do we hide our feet?” Smiling sinisterly, she leaned forward, sucking at her teeth as she mouthily whispered, “Teach me, Instructor."
As though a golden song called to her, Xu felt compelled to look down towards the unmoving soles before her. Her mouth watered slightly, Quistis' long, smooth soles casting an enchantment upon Xu's eyes so that they were inexorably shackled to the woman's feet, unable to escape their spell. Running her hands slowly across the top of Quistis' feet, Xu focused on the delicate material as it slid beneath her palms, tickling herself slightly as a twinge of a quiver wretched itself throughout Quistis' body. The too-welcoming textile catered to the whims of her palms, deferring to her movements like expertly grown and maintained grass. Allowing her hands to freely frolic there for several long minutes, Xu breathed deeply, enjoying the sensation of dribbling her fingers back and forth across that pliable, shimmering silk. A quick look up revealed that the woman maintained the same stony appearance as before. Xu gently moved her hands upwards, slithering towards Quistis' toes. Very lightly scratching at the nail of Quistis' big toe, Xu spoke softly as she exhaled, "This color is so audacious; they call for attention so much that I would feel dreadful to ignore them." Silently spilling across Quistis’ feet, Xu’s hands covertly maneuvered into that enemy territory; as Xu began lightly scratching her nails across the chalky bottoms of Quistis' toes the glacier that was her appearance cracked, an immediate smile curving into existence as her legs ineffectively tried to flee from the table's end. Chuckling, Xu touched the tips of her two longest fingers to her mouth as the edges of her lips coiled upwards. Slowly drawling out words, she carefully placed dynamite-like emphasis on each syllable. “Oh my. You’re not… ticklish, are you? Not big, tough Quistis.”
Sprinkling her nails across Quistis' quivering and flexing toes, Xu smiled, her teeth swelling over and eroding the shores of her lips. Scattering her nails wide, Xu struck at each toe as they knelt forward obediently. Sucking air in, Quistis exhumed a dusty gasp as she fell forward with wide eyes, tucking her head into her left arm, her hair bobbing back in forth, slapping her in the face while her shoulders reached up, caressing her ears. Tugging with her legs, Quistis shook the table violently as her knees buckled against it, each pull tightening the whip that forced her soles into submission. Narrowing into slits, her piercing gaze fell back upon Xu. Slouching forward, Xu fell onto her elbow as she lazily strung the back of her nail down the elaborately carved skin as Quistis’ toes flicked and fanned, her long foot swaying back and forth. Setting her chin in the palm of her hand, Xu tilted her head while rapping her fingers against the bottom of Quistis foot. The sinister smile turned churlish as Xu closed her eyes, her lips beaming as she harmoniously struck out, “Tell me the secrets of your feet.”
Through the inexhaustible silence of the room, the fist-clenching drum beat of leather stretching ratcheted out, punctuated with the shriek of the table against the floor and the breathy squeals that Quistis spilled out carelessly. Like a stubborn gardener battling a never-ending storm of weeds, Xu continued plucking at Quistis' toes, lightly pinching and wiggling the shaking things with glee. Falling deeper into her chair, Quistis shook her head and toothily bit into her gag as a light fire nipped at Xu's cheeks, her smile widening as she chuckled.
A tight, broiling hunger gnawed at Xu as she worked, hastening her fingers into darting dragonflies as the burning void howled, seeping through her, claiming the edges of her ribs. In her haste her left hand slipped, silently gliding down the edge of Quistis' foot. As though an earthquake shook her body Quistis reeled back, throwing her head against the back of her chair as her legs slammed into the table. As though Xu were coaxing the lid of a coffer open, Quistis' toes evacuated, spreading themselves apart. Xu's jaw lowered, her eyes cresting into mirthful crescents as she flipped her hands up. Bringing her chin down, Quistis recomposed her steely face into an unwavering sheet of ice despite the beads of sweat that twinkled about her forehead.
All at once Xu slid her nails up Quistis' toes and the woman shrieked, falling back into the chair that held her prisoner as she shook her head from side to side. Leaning in, Xu's pace sped to a frenzy, thrashing against the woman's toes as Quistis ripped at the room with her muffled squeals; her toes seemed to stretch further and further apart, the seams of the material that held them captive coming undone, tiny rebellious strands snapping away like rubber bands.
Stopping suddenly, Xu sent her elbows to the table and rested her head between her hands as a wicked smile zig-zagged across her lips. As though caught in a time loop, Quistis continued to huff and twitch before shimmying about, straightening herself as she raised and spread her shoulders, the impression of that melting glacier marred by the damp hair that clung to her lean cheeks as her chest rose and fell rapidly. Sitting back and crossing her legs, Xu left her right hand upon the table as she lifted her left, pointing upwards with her index finger. Behind them the clock sagged out it's harmony of thunks, Quistis singing along with her panting while Xu imitated a statue.
Dropping her hand, she lightly pressed the tip of her nail against the very center of Quistis' right foot. Maintaining eye contact, Quistis smiled softly as her knee fought against her whip in an attempt to reclaim her foot, serving only to tilt her toes towards Xu. Withdrawing her finger, she flicked it in the air before lightly licking Quistis' sole with her nail again. A spasm mutinied through her leg, her foot prying itself off to the side, away from Xu's finger. Clicking her tongue with a tut, Xu pressed forward into the escaping convict as it twitched lightly, toes revolting and abandoning her sole.
Looking up, Xu caught Quistis' breezy, venomous eyes and slid down her chair. Despite the jovial smile, Xu felt the presence of a predator, a lion roaring and rearing up, ready to decimate with its massive claws. Those eyes drilled holes into her with their ravenous appetite. Straightening herself as she sat up and smoothed her skirt, Xu looked to the wall. Turning back, lightning arced across her lips as they stretched into an impish smile. Placing her palm against Quistis' heel, Xu lightly rapped her fingers systematically against the silky material that pleaded for her touch. Xu chuckled under her breath as her fingers forced the smile on Quistis' face to widen as she twisted about in her chair. Within her chest, Xu felt her heart leaping in a flurry of passion as the thrill of the hunt claimed it.
Leaning forward, she reached with both hands and began meticulously fondling Quistis' soles, slowly slipping her fingers up that slick material. As Xu crept up Quistis's arches, her toes collapsed again, the wrinkles in her soles flickering and flexing wonderfully beneath the sheen of the black velvet that held them. The nylons guided her fingers up the cliff=like edge of the arches and across her ball as though Quistis wore them for that explicit purpose. The material gave way to Xu's commands, leading her to places she might not have explored as she traveled the scenic route across the tips of her soles, curving down the sides as she wafted her fingers back and forth. As Xu's fingers dripped down the outermost edge of her foot, Quistis' knees began to buck as one, her skin slapping against the desk, the sound much like that of a flat palm crashing against the top of water. Scratching momentarily at Quistis' naughty heels, Xu began her trek again as her nails glistened their way up the center of Quistis' feet, occasionally stopping to caress a wrinkle along the way.
Upon striking the centers of her feet, Quistis fell forward against the table, writhing and laughing loudly for the first time. Laughing and clapping, Xu stamped her feet in a quick march while she plucked at her nose. Deciding to take repose there, Xu nipped away lightly at the middles of Quistis' feet while she shook her shoulders and torso back and forth, laughing lightly. Increasing her pace, Xu began to dash up and down Quistis' feet, the silky nylons imploring her onward as though they were placed in order to pave a way for her and her alone: a highway of laughter down the trembling feet of Quistis Trepe, a path established by and for the trade of tickles and giggles. Laughing in tune with the spasming woman, Xu smiled broadly, her teeth flashing viciously as she cooed out, “Awwhawhaw, what’s the matter Quistie? It’s just a little tickling.”
Turning her head, Quistis looked upon Xu though her eyelids sought to hide her eyes away. That devilish smile carved itself into Xu's face as she looked into the lioness's eyes, the imprisoned beast beating against the bars of the cage that held her while Xu leapt about, ruffling the beasts fur. Around her the world melted away into a foggy forest, her body contorting over itself until at last it had transformed into a panther. Racing ahead, she chased her prey as she clawed at Quistis' soles, the lioness limping ahead, disappearing between the rift like coils that wrapped between the smoky tree trunks. Distantly she heard the lioness coo lightly and Xu stopped, her head darting around, analyzing her surroundings for any tiny movement. A leaf on a bush blushed gently and she turned, leaping at it. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the lioness pouncing towards her and she hopped to the side, dashing away as adrenaline coursed through her veins, giving the world a slight glow as the thumps of the lioness pursuing her raced around her. Bending her knees and digging into the turn, she flipped her body around and leapt at the lioness, striking with the turbulence of a tornado. A blazing fist of hunger wrapped around her heart, choking reason away as she slashed her nails viciously and vigorously against Quistis' soles while the poor woman's smile revealed her teeth clamping tightly against the cloth, her crazed laughter drowning reality into a destitute void, leaving only those shimmering, shivering feet that violently clawed for all of Xu's attention as they fell upon their sides, defeated.
Sitting back, Xu placed her hands on her knees, her head drooping forward as she panted heavily. Reaching up, she wiped sweat from her brow as she looked towards the puddle that was the quivering woman before her. Like gluttonous, dry soil Quistis lapped up the air around her with fast, heavy pants as she continued to giggle at the phantoms that harassed her. A smile endlessly engraved upon her face, Quistis' starved eyes continued to bore holes past Xu despite the fact that she lay in a crumpled heap, the glacier of her personality suffering no more than a meager crack. Crossing her arms, Xu rose, tapping her finger to the tune of the revenant that hung upon the wall. Her boots clanked loudly against the floor, parroting the thuds that submerged the suddenly silent room.
Lifting her body, the leather of her chair creaked. Reaching down, Xu grabbed Quistis by the shoulders and situated her limp body in place, pushing her back into the chair with her right hand as she manipulated the buttons of Quistis' shirt with her left. Quistis' head sagged down as her eyebrows fell together, her eyes narrowing. Button after button popped away, abandoning Quistis as her jacket shrugged open, systematically revealing her pale skin and breasts. Gently running her fingers through Quistis' twin bangs, Xu leaned forward, hotly whispering "I remember the hell that engulfed my feet after you did this," as she pinched the strands of Quistis' hair into dual paintbrushes.
Dipping the duo down, Xu coerced the strands into betrayal as she gently swiped at the tops of Quistis' breasts. A light snort exited Quistis' twitching nose as her head spasmed lightly, looking away as she panted briskly, the muscles in her face fighting with her to exhibit emotion. Slowly sliding her hair back and forth as she placed her chin upon Quistis' shoulder, Xu devoured the light coos and clucks that the woman made as she heaved out a moan, her shoulders tensing and her toes spraying themselves apart. Pursing her lips together, Xu weaved a light whistle of hot air down the back of Quistis' neck as she purred, her eyelids rippling as her eyes rolled upwards. Cocking her head back, Quistis rolled her shoulders several times, her legs twitching, her hips shaking. Shifting her head, Xu crafted a second kettle of hot air, pouring it around Quistis' neck then down her collar, across her spine. At once Quistis' back arched, her head falling against the top of the chair as her legs spread across the table. With a whisper, Xu chirped out "Beg for it."
As Quistis began to shake her head no, Xu ever so lightly grazed the edge of her nipples with the wicked brushes she wrought together. Groaning painfully, Quistis' arms quaked, the table shuddering against the floor as her legs beat against it. "Please," Xu panted out, pleading warmly, twirling her words around Quistis' ear like a skilled feather. "Please, beg for it." Slowing her pace, dripped her pinky nail down, drawing a sickly s above the intersection of her breasts. As Quistis exhaled a long, strenuous moan Xu slammed her foot upon the brakes, freeing the tufts of hair as she took her fingers to Quistis' neck, drifting the tips of her nails into small pathways while Quistis cooed out giggles. Letting her words loiter and litter the air, she steamily hissed out “I need you to.”
Leaning in again, Xu poured hot words over the top of Quistis' head, watching the glacier falter beneath the waves. Exhaling a long, thin sheet of air down Quistis’ neck, Xu waited until she ran out of breath, her words taking on a silent suffering. "Please," flipping a hand onto its back, she lightly drug a nail past Quistis' collar, down her spine, her lips re-enacting the muggy murmur "Please.. Quistie." A murky and muddled grumbling of giggles responded like water haphazardly kissing the shore at the starved moon's behest. Tugging at the gold trimmed, black collar, Xu slid her other hand down the back of Quistis’ coat. Letting her fingertips just graze Quistis’ skin, Xu trickled a light rain of tickles on either side of Quistis’ spine as the woman’s biceps tightened and trembled, her knuckles blasted a furious white as her nails dug into her wrists.
Fanning her arms further out, she carefully drew her hands back up as Quistis gave a surprised gasp, her neck growing tense. Returning above ground for a breath of fresh air, Xu traced several different sized circles against the edges of Quistis’ neck before Xu rolled her hands down the front of Quistis’ shoulders, harvesting that thin, tight skin. Resting her chin on Quistis’ shoulder, Xu blew a sharp, narrow arrow of crisp, warm breath through a tiny crack in her lips, expertly loosing it at the lobe of Quistis’ ear. As Quistis’ eyes fluttered, she turned her head away from Xu and bit into the cloth that forbid her from speaking, a rumbling sigh of pleasure groaning within her throat. Breathily expelling the words, Xu felt her own eyelids droop as a lazy, summer-afternoon smile crested across her face, “What did you call it?” Tracing her fingers, she circled just around Quistis’ erect nipples with her index fingers before charting upwards and wiggling the tips of her nails against the upper half of Quistis’ breasts.
Running the back of her nails down the side of Quistis’ breasts, Xu lightly scratched at the skin that hung precariously over Quistis’ stomach. “What,” she said, pressing her cheek against Quistis’ exposed neck, “Oh what…” she continued to drawl out, arcing the fingers of her left hand a bit, allowing them to walk in place like a spider, “did you call this?” Quistis breathed out a pant, her breath starting light and ending heavy as air was completely expelled from her lungs. Rolling her head back against the chair, Quistis’ shut her eyes as Xu’s hands circled upwards, lightly drizzling and caressing the neck that Quistis’ so adamantly displayed. Sighing, Xu stood up, straightening Quistis' collar before folding her arms behind her and walking back in front of Quistis.
Quistis continued to roll her head, her eyes closed to this reality as she moaned lightly, her stomach twitching. Sitting down, Xu caught the fraying strands near Quistis' toes. A volcano burst within her, her eyelids vacating her as she huffed. Flaming soot filled her lungs and her arms grew heavy. Suddenly lashing out of their own accord, her hands leapt for Quistis' left foot, tugging at and shredding the material that jealously kept her foot to itself. The ripping sound tore through the dimensional walls, awakening the sleeping Quistis from her deep repose as she looked down, her eyes slowly widening as the black material gave way to her chalky, naked foot. As the sun vanquished that diabolic fog from Quistis’ glistening sole, Xu clamped her hand over the back of Quistis' shining, bare foot with a dragon-like adamantine grip. Looking up, Xu tilted her head and closed her eyes, smiling and saying in quick, simple words, “I believe it was the… Trepe Treatment?” Without hesitation Xu readied her claws and slashed downward, leaving white streaks down Quistis' sole.
At once Quistis cawed out like a dying raven, screaming laughter into that gag that bound her mouth as she fell forward, the whip turning her into a dangling ornament. Shrieking with a treasure trove of hidden mirth, Quistis rocked in her chair, jumping in place as Xu fervently conducted her silent affairs. Shaking back and forth, Quistis tilted her chair to its side, lifting it from the ground as she tugged fiercely, her queenly struggles turned into a kitten's mewling before the hand that held her foot. The edges of her foot grew a bright pink as color drained from her ghostly soles save for the reddish streaks that Xu painted upon them. With a great deal of flattery, her cheeks imitated the colors that swelled at the edge of her feet, the virulent hue spreading like a battle-hardened puddle during a bout of hot rain in the summer. Slapping with her still clad foot, Quistis' watery eyes shot around the room for a non-existent savior. Xu looked up, smiling as the glacier crackled, shattering and submerging into the ocean. The hot air within her knotted together as she looked into Quistis' desperate, mirror-like eyes as they reflected Xu’s own determined image. The breathing of the two women aligned as their eyes locked, their faces similarly steamy, as though each were a kettle screaming in fear of boiling over, a contest forming between the two as to which would spillover first.
Clawing at her wrists, Quistis swiped at the knot that held her hands, feeling it tighten. Subduing Quistis' toes, Xu struck with pinpoint accuracy, a targeted missile strike against those helpless citizens that could do nothing more than wrestle about with inevitability, their screams for laughter melting conscious thought from Quistis as she shut her eyes while shaking violently, sinking into the shadowy depths of hysteria. Looking up, a bubble of light bulged then disappeared as her wrists began to divorce. Panting out an endless pool of pent up laughter, she struck at the knot with the back of her nail and felt it loosen. Falling forward, she spread her shoulders and tugged with all of her might as her left hand flew loose, her right following soon after. Like a drowning sailor she clawed at the air just above her feet as she swam upwards. Sinking, falling back into her chair, she leapt ahead, reaching further, just nicking the edge of Xu's coat. The light fizzled out and she fell back into her chair, her hands rushing to her mouth as she sunk deeper into the black, laughter choking out what little air she had left.
Jumping in the chair, she pulled at her legs while Xu continued to work at her foot, implausibly striking at every spot of her foot at once, each inch of harassed flesh howling at her mind that it was the worst, most ticklish spot of her entire body. Slamming her arms onto the arm rests of her chair, she grasped with all of her might as she leaned forward, laughing harder with each passing second, the clock behind her thunking slowly, reminding her that an infinity passed between each touch. Convulsing, she felt her arms go limp and drift to the side of the chairs as huddled onto the armrest, laughing at the ceiling as though it told the universe's most perverse intimate jokes. Throwing her weight back, she tugged with all of her might, Xu's titanium grip refusing to release her. Leather bit at her and she looked down, catching sight of her whip contorting. Slapping a hand behind her, she loosed the whip from her chair, feeling the weight at her legs go slack. With all of her might she pushed against the desk, then swung her legs above her head, knocking the chair over. Rolling across the ground, Quistis balled up, placing her hands across her soles.
Xu sat, her hands rushing to her face as she darted up and crossed around the table. Just as suddenly as she had disappeared, Quistis shot up, buttoning her coat and smoothing wrinkles from her skirt. Xu stepped back with her right leg, bracing for an attack despite the woman before her being disarmed of her most important defenses. Reaching up, Quistis rent the knot that held her dripping wet gag into pieces, tossing it into a trashcan behind her as she reached behind her back, slipping her hands together and stretching her arms upwards. Gallantly striding back to her table, she knelt down, tugging her molested feet back into her boots as she kissed them to the ground with a click. Grabbing her glasses, she set them upon her face and straightened them with a single finger before wiping sweat from her forehead. Crossing her arms, she glided across the room, placing a hand upon the door. Touching her quivering hand above her breast, Xu began breathing rapidly, her wide eyes trembling. With a flushed face, Quistis pushed a finger to her glasses and looked down, calmly chanting out "Dismissed," before vanishing into the hallway.
Too Skilled of an Instructor (The Trepe Treatment Part 2)
"Dismissed." With that single word the prospective SeeD candidates leapt from their seats, most condensating upon the doorway while a few wafted towards one another, clumping together into quite the audible mess. Like a leaf, Quistis dropped into the cracked leather seat beneath her, her shoulders parallel to the floor. Swiping at a pen, she lowered her glasses upon her nose and scribbled hasty notes onto a sickly yellow pad. Behind her the clock ticked loudly, her knees twitching in time with the thuds as she lightly tapped her boot against the floor, her eyes darting back and forth between the last cluster of students that lingered about haphazardly and the paper she carelessly doodled upon.
At last the male with his back to her slid his weight to his right; crossing his arms and closing his eyes, he shrugged and sighed, turning towards the door. Like bellows ready to burst, air slowly gathered around Quistis' diaphragm, her stomach growing tight in its feeble attempt to restrain the rebellious gas from surging out. As though they were compressed within time, his comrades murkily looked at each other, their gaze not breaking for several seconds before they slowly nodded and followed him. Their footsteps slapped their way across the walls while a smirk whisked itself into existence on the leader's face before he strode through the doorway. The other two followed, gently clicking the door shut behind them.
A muted sigh slashed through her lips as she rocked back in her chair, closing her eyes as she stripped her glasses from her face. Unclenching her fists, her arms fell to the sides of her chair, dangling precariously as they wafted back and forth. Breathing deeply, she slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the bright neon that greeted her while her fingers spread, her shoulder failing to bring her hand to her eyes.
Like a feather in the wind, her eyes drifted downwards, past the buzzing computers, towards the top of her mahogany desk, then to the whip that coiled the floor around her thigh high boots. Shifting her raised heels against the tile, she stared at the whip as lumps of cold steel coalesced in her abdomen. Biting the inside of her lip, she flung her head onto the backrest of her chair, glaring at the clock with her crystal blue eyes. Nodding, she reached down and grabbed her boots, undoing the defiant buckles that only sought to protect her before tugging the clingy things away, freeing her feet before slinging the listless wardens aside. The cool air trickled about her jet black, transparent nylons as she wiggled her toes, their neon-pink casings glinting in the light.
Grabbing the handle of her whip, she cracked it under her desk then rose, gallantly striding in front of the mahogany monstrosity; the chill of the tiles kneaded her soles as she knelt, gathering the lax end of her weapon. Throwing the thing across her desk like a fishing line, she whipped over the desk, pivoting midair before thumping back into her seat. In a smooth motion, she threw her legs over the top of the desk as she tightly wrapped the whip around her ankles, leather creaking in approval. Sitting back, she gazed upon the shining pink lacquer that peered through the veil that held her toes captive as she tugged her ankles against one another, the bonds moving her legs as one. The steel inside of her warmed pleasantly as steam lifted off, fluttering through her torso.
Reaching into her pocket, she dug out a small handkerchief. Taking an end in each hand, she spun the cloth together then swayed her arms behind her head, inserting the fabric into her mouth as she wrapped it around her face while working the ends into a tight knot. A coat of sweat conquered the tip of her nose as she turned onto her side, the bottoms of her toes wiggling defiantly at the lights that blinded her but moments ago. With a quick tug, she slid the hilt of her weapon beneath the chair. Another tug later and she brought it to her wrists, her long fingers desperately looping the loose leather around until the backs of her hands fell tightly together. Inside of her the steel melted, seeping through her veins with a molten warmth as she sighed. Leaning back, she threw her head against the headrest of her chair as she let out a whimpering moan while swaying her hips and pulling at her legs. Closing her eyes, she bellowed out the warm air that the steel belched, a deep satisfaction ringing through her lungs. Distantly she heard the door click shut.
Her eyes fluttered open revealing Xu, her arms crossed in front of her bosoms, a clipboard in her hands. Leaning forward slightly, Quistis held eye contact without so much as wavering a single muscle in her face. Instinctively her fingers caressed the loose knot, picking at it until the rebellious appendages were ordered to silence themselves. As rivulets condense into a stream so too did her fingers gently fall neatly together, though they remained at attention despite the command to stand at ease.
Xu's eyelids quivered, her watery eyes twitching very slightly. Slowly she rested her hand upon the door's handle. Behind her the clock thunked loudly while Xu shifted in place, shuffling the clipboard between her hands. Gulping, Xu retracted her hand from the door, the tips of her fingers lingering upon it as her arm fell away. Reaching for her chin, Xu meekly walked forward, her shoulders hunched together as she stroked a nonexistent beard. Although Quistis appeared as a cat rolling upon her back, displaying her stomach proudly, her presence gave off the feel of a lioness. Her huntress eyes, piercing without appearing overly aggressive, maintained contact with Xu's as she crossed the room. Even as Xu set the clipboard upon the table a light pang of fear emanated from her chest, advising her to not look away.
Stalking ever closer, doubt clouding her sight from whether she was the huntress or the hunted, she silently stepped towards the front of the table, pulling a nearby chair towards her. As she lowered herself, she continued staring into the steely, brilliant blue eyes of the woman before her despite the clamor for attention that the bright pink nails cried for. Exhaling lightly, a bubble of heat broadcast itself above Xu's lungs, singeing her shoulders. A void paraded through her mind as she crossed her legs while placing her hands upon her knees. The clock screamed out its boisterous song while the two women continued to stare at one another, the frigidly emotionless looks nearly steaming the room into a sauna. As Xu sat, she shifted her feet restlessly while tendrils tethered themselves onto her feet, the chain like things bulging within her boots; with haste she let her eyes dart to the chalk lines that were half smeared across the board before leaping back to her prey.
Xu gulped ever so lightly, suddenly feeling pressure overwhelm her like the tide of a storm. Her palms tensed, her fingernails digging lightly into her knees as her eyes slightly widened. Breathing faster than before, she looked at the clock, her eyelids tensing and flicking at each cluck the thing droned out. The intense, burning vice of her tightened calves shredded through her legs, the pain oozing up her backside and torso as her muscles steeled their grip. At once her legs gained a mind of their own, lifting her slightly from the seat. With a crack of willpower, she reigned in her fingers, forming fists as her mind coaxed her body slowly back into her seat. Exhaling, she looked back into Quistis' eyes. Words melted on Xu's lips as she raised her hands, placing them on the silky tops of Quistis' feet. "What was it you said the other day?” Rubbing her hands up and down the smoothed tops of Quistis feet, Xu continued, a piercing light emanating from her eyes. “What was a woman’s weakest spot? Why do we hide our feet?” Smiling sinisterly, she leaned forward, sucking at her teeth as she mouthily whispered, “Teach me, Instructor."
As though a golden song called to her, Xu felt compelled to look down towards the unmoving soles before her. Her mouth watered slightly, Quistis' long, smooth soles casting an enchantment upon Xu's eyes so that they were inexorably shackled to the woman's feet, unable to escape their spell. Running her hands slowly across the top of Quistis' feet, Xu focused on the delicate material as it slid beneath her palms, tickling herself slightly as a twinge of a quiver wretched itself throughout Quistis' body. The too-welcoming textile catered to the whims of her palms, deferring to her movements like expertly grown and maintained grass. Allowing her hands to freely frolic there for several long minutes, Xu breathed deeply, enjoying the sensation of dribbling her fingers back and forth across that pliable, shimmering silk. A quick look up revealed that the woman maintained the same stony appearance as before. Xu gently moved her hands upwards, slithering towards Quistis' toes. Very lightly scratching at the nail of Quistis' big toe, Xu spoke softly as she exhaled, "This color is so audacious; they call for attention so much that I would feel dreadful to ignore them." Silently spilling across Quistis’ feet, Xu’s hands covertly maneuvered into that enemy territory; as Xu began lightly scratching her nails across the chalky bottoms of Quistis' toes the glacier that was her appearance cracked, an immediate smile curving into existence as her legs ineffectively tried to flee from the table's end. Chuckling, Xu touched the tips of her two longest fingers to her mouth as the edges of her lips coiled upwards. Slowly drawling out words, she carefully placed dynamite-like emphasis on each syllable. “Oh my. You’re not… ticklish, are you? Not big, tough Quistis.”
Sprinkling her nails across Quistis' quivering and flexing toes, Xu smiled, her teeth swelling over and eroding the shores of her lips. Scattering her nails wide, Xu struck at each toe as they knelt forward obediently. Sucking air in, Quistis exhumed a dusty gasp as she fell forward with wide eyes, tucking her head into her left arm, her hair bobbing back in forth, slapping her in the face while her shoulders reached up, caressing her ears. Tugging with her legs, Quistis shook the table violently as her knees buckled against it, each pull tightening the whip that forced her soles into submission. Narrowing into slits, her piercing gaze fell back upon Xu. Slouching forward, Xu fell onto her elbow as she lazily strung the back of her nail down the elaborately carved skin as Quistis’ toes flicked and fanned, her long foot swaying back and forth. Setting her chin in the palm of her hand, Xu tilted her head while rapping her fingers against the bottom of Quistis foot. The sinister smile turned churlish as Xu closed her eyes, her lips beaming as she harmoniously struck out, “Tell me the secrets of your feet.”
Through the inexhaustible silence of the room, the fist-clenching drum beat of leather stretching ratcheted out, punctuated with the shriek of the table against the floor and the breathy squeals that Quistis spilled out carelessly. Like a stubborn gardener battling a never-ending storm of weeds, Xu continued plucking at Quistis' toes, lightly pinching and wiggling the shaking things with glee. Falling deeper into her chair, Quistis shook her head and toothily bit into her gag as a light fire nipped at Xu's cheeks, her smile widening as she chuckled.
A tight, broiling hunger gnawed at Xu as she worked, hastening her fingers into darting dragonflies as the burning void howled, seeping through her, claiming the edges of her ribs. In her haste her left hand slipped, silently gliding down the edge of Quistis' foot. As though an earthquake shook her body Quistis reeled back, throwing her head against the back of her chair as her legs slammed into the table. As though Xu were coaxing the lid of a coffer open, Quistis' toes evacuated, spreading themselves apart. Xu's jaw lowered, her eyes cresting into mirthful crescents as she flipped her hands up. Bringing her chin down, Quistis recomposed her steely face into an unwavering sheet of ice despite the beads of sweat that twinkled about her forehead.
All at once Xu slid her nails up Quistis' toes and the woman shrieked, falling back into the chair that held her prisoner as she shook her head from side to side. Leaning in, Xu's pace sped to a frenzy, thrashing against the woman's toes as Quistis ripped at the room with her muffled squeals; her toes seemed to stretch further and further apart, the seams of the material that held them captive coming undone, tiny rebellious strands snapping away like rubber bands.
Stopping suddenly, Xu sent her elbows to the table and rested her head between her hands as a wicked smile zig-zagged across her lips. As though caught in a time loop, Quistis continued to huff and twitch before shimmying about, straightening herself as she raised and spread her shoulders, the impression of that melting glacier marred by the damp hair that clung to her lean cheeks as her chest rose and fell rapidly. Sitting back and crossing her legs, Xu left her right hand upon the table as she lifted her left, pointing upwards with her index finger. Behind them the clock sagged out it's harmony of thunks, Quistis singing along with her panting while Xu imitated a statue.
Dropping her hand, she lightly pressed the tip of her nail against the very center of Quistis' right foot. Maintaining eye contact, Quistis smiled softly as her knee fought against her whip in an attempt to reclaim her foot, serving only to tilt her toes towards Xu. Withdrawing her finger, she flicked it in the air before lightly licking Quistis' sole with her nail again. A spasm mutinied through her leg, her foot prying itself off to the side, away from Xu's finger. Clicking her tongue with a tut, Xu pressed forward into the escaping convict as it twitched lightly, toes revolting and abandoning her sole.
Looking up, Xu caught Quistis' breezy, venomous eyes and slid down her chair. Despite the jovial smile, Xu felt the presence of a predator, a lion roaring and rearing up, ready to decimate with its massive claws. Those eyes drilled holes into her with their ravenous appetite. Straightening herself as she sat up and smoothed her skirt, Xu looked to the wall. Turning back, lightning arced across her lips as they stretched into an impish smile. Placing her palm against Quistis' heel, Xu lightly rapped her fingers systematically against the silky material that pleaded for her touch. Xu chuckled under her breath as her fingers forced the smile on Quistis' face to widen as she twisted about in her chair. Within her chest, Xu felt her heart leaping in a flurry of passion as the thrill of the hunt claimed it.
Leaning forward, she reached with both hands and began meticulously fondling Quistis' soles, slowly slipping her fingers up that slick material. As Xu crept up Quistis's arches, her toes collapsed again, the wrinkles in her soles flickering and flexing wonderfully beneath the sheen of the black velvet that held them. The nylons guided her fingers up the cliff=like edge of the arches and across her ball as though Quistis wore them for that explicit purpose. The material gave way to Xu's commands, leading her to places she might not have explored as she traveled the scenic route across the tips of her soles, curving down the sides as she wafted her fingers back and forth. As Xu's fingers dripped down the outermost edge of her foot, Quistis' knees began to buck as one, her skin slapping against the desk, the sound much like that of a flat palm crashing against the top of water. Scratching momentarily at Quistis' naughty heels, Xu began her trek again as her nails glistened their way up the center of Quistis' feet, occasionally stopping to caress a wrinkle along the way.
Upon striking the centers of her feet, Quistis fell forward against the table, writhing and laughing loudly for the first time. Laughing and clapping, Xu stamped her feet in a quick march while she plucked at her nose. Deciding to take repose there, Xu nipped away lightly at the middles of Quistis' feet while she shook her shoulders and torso back and forth, laughing lightly. Increasing her pace, Xu began to dash up and down Quistis' feet, the silky nylons imploring her onward as though they were placed in order to pave a way for her and her alone: a highway of laughter down the trembling feet of Quistis Trepe, a path established by and for the trade of tickles and giggles. Laughing in tune with the spasming woman, Xu smiled broadly, her teeth flashing viciously as she cooed out, “Awwhawhaw, what’s the matter Quistie? It’s just a little tickling.”
Turning her head, Quistis looked upon Xu though her eyelids sought to hide her eyes away. That devilish smile carved itself into Xu's face as she looked into the lioness's eyes, the imprisoned beast beating against the bars of the cage that held her while Xu leapt about, ruffling the beasts fur. Around her the world melted away into a foggy forest, her body contorting over itself until at last it had transformed into a panther. Racing ahead, she chased her prey as she clawed at Quistis' soles, the lioness limping ahead, disappearing between the rift like coils that wrapped between the smoky tree trunks. Distantly she heard the lioness coo lightly and Xu stopped, her head darting around, analyzing her surroundings for any tiny movement. A leaf on a bush blushed gently and she turned, leaping at it. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the lioness pouncing towards her and she hopped to the side, dashing away as adrenaline coursed through her veins, giving the world a slight glow as the thumps of the lioness pursuing her raced around her. Bending her knees and digging into the turn, she flipped her body around and leapt at the lioness, striking with the turbulence of a tornado. A blazing fist of hunger wrapped around her heart, choking reason away as she slashed her nails viciously and vigorously against Quistis' soles while the poor woman's smile revealed her teeth clamping tightly against the cloth, her crazed laughter drowning reality into a destitute void, leaving only those shimmering, shivering feet that violently clawed for all of Xu's attention as they fell upon their sides, defeated.
Sitting back, Xu placed her hands on her knees, her head drooping forward as she panted heavily. Reaching up, she wiped sweat from her brow as she looked towards the puddle that was the quivering woman before her. Like gluttonous, dry soil Quistis lapped up the air around her with fast, heavy pants as she continued to giggle at the phantoms that harassed her. A smile endlessly engraved upon her face, Quistis' starved eyes continued to bore holes past Xu despite the fact that she lay in a crumpled heap, the glacier of her personality suffering no more than a meager crack. Crossing her arms, Xu rose, tapping her finger to the tune of the revenant that hung upon the wall. Her boots clanked loudly against the floor, parroting the thuds that submerged the suddenly silent room.
Lifting her body, the leather of her chair creaked. Reaching down, Xu grabbed Quistis by the shoulders and situated her limp body in place, pushing her back into the chair with her right hand as she manipulated the buttons of Quistis' shirt with her left. Quistis' head sagged down as her eyebrows fell together, her eyes narrowing. Button after button popped away, abandoning Quistis as her jacket shrugged open, systematically revealing her pale skin and breasts. Gently running her fingers through Quistis' twin bangs, Xu leaned forward, hotly whispering "I remember the hell that engulfed my feet after you did this," as she pinched the strands of Quistis' hair into dual paintbrushes.
Dipping the duo down, Xu coerced the strands into betrayal as she gently swiped at the tops of Quistis' breasts. A light snort exited Quistis' twitching nose as her head spasmed lightly, looking away as she panted briskly, the muscles in her face fighting with her to exhibit emotion. Slowly sliding her hair back and forth as she placed her chin upon Quistis' shoulder, Xu devoured the light coos and clucks that the woman made as she heaved out a moan, her shoulders tensing and her toes spraying themselves apart. Pursing her lips together, Xu weaved a light whistle of hot air down the back of Quistis' neck as she purred, her eyelids rippling as her eyes rolled upwards. Cocking her head back, Quistis rolled her shoulders several times, her legs twitching, her hips shaking. Shifting her head, Xu crafted a second kettle of hot air, pouring it around Quistis' neck then down her collar, across her spine. At once Quistis' back arched, her head falling against the top of the chair as her legs spread across the table. With a whisper, Xu chirped out "Beg for it."
As Quistis began to shake her head no, Xu ever so lightly grazed the edge of her nipples with the wicked brushes she wrought together. Groaning painfully, Quistis' arms quaked, the table shuddering against the floor as her legs beat against it. "Please," Xu panted out, pleading warmly, twirling her words around Quistis' ear like a skilled feather. "Please, beg for it." Slowing her pace, dripped her pinky nail down, drawing a sickly s above the intersection of her breasts. As Quistis exhaled a long, strenuous moan Xu slammed her foot upon the brakes, freeing the tufts of hair as she took her fingers to Quistis' neck, drifting the tips of her nails into small pathways while Quistis cooed out giggles. Letting her words loiter and litter the air, she steamily hissed out “I need you to.”
Leaning in again, Xu poured hot words over the top of Quistis' head, watching the glacier falter beneath the waves. Exhaling a long, thin sheet of air down Quistis’ neck, Xu waited until she ran out of breath, her words taking on a silent suffering. "Please," flipping a hand onto its back, she lightly drug a nail past Quistis' collar, down her spine, her lips re-enacting the muggy murmur "Please.. Quistie." A murky and muddled grumbling of giggles responded like water haphazardly kissing the shore at the starved moon's behest. Tugging at the gold trimmed, black collar, Xu slid her other hand down the back of Quistis’ coat. Letting her fingertips just graze Quistis’ skin, Xu trickled a light rain of tickles on either side of Quistis’ spine as the woman’s biceps tightened and trembled, her knuckles blasted a furious white as her nails dug into her wrists.
Fanning her arms further out, she carefully drew her hands back up as Quistis gave a surprised gasp, her neck growing tense. Returning above ground for a breath of fresh air, Xu traced several different sized circles against the edges of Quistis’ neck before Xu rolled her hands down the front of Quistis’ shoulders, harvesting that thin, tight skin. Resting her chin on Quistis’ shoulder, Xu blew a sharp, narrow arrow of crisp, warm breath through a tiny crack in her lips, expertly loosing it at the lobe of Quistis’ ear. As Quistis’ eyes fluttered, she turned her head away from Xu and bit into the cloth that forbid her from speaking, a rumbling sigh of pleasure groaning within her throat. Breathily expelling the words, Xu felt her own eyelids droop as a lazy, summer-afternoon smile crested across her face, “What did you call it?” Tracing her fingers, she circled just around Quistis’ erect nipples with her index fingers before charting upwards and wiggling the tips of her nails against the upper half of Quistis’ breasts.
Running the back of her nails down the side of Quistis’ breasts, Xu lightly scratched at the skin that hung precariously over Quistis’ stomach. “What,” she said, pressing her cheek against Quistis’ exposed neck, “Oh what…” she continued to drawl out, arcing the fingers of her left hand a bit, allowing them to walk in place like a spider, “did you call this?” Quistis breathed out a pant, her breath starting light and ending heavy as air was completely expelled from her lungs. Rolling her head back against the chair, Quistis’ shut her eyes as Xu’s hands circled upwards, lightly drizzling and caressing the neck that Quistis’ so adamantly displayed. Sighing, Xu stood up, straightening Quistis' collar before folding her arms behind her and walking back in front of Quistis.
Quistis continued to roll her head, her eyes closed to this reality as she moaned lightly, her stomach twitching. Sitting down, Xu caught the fraying strands near Quistis' toes. A volcano burst within her, her eyelids vacating her as she huffed. Flaming soot filled her lungs and her arms grew heavy. Suddenly lashing out of their own accord, her hands leapt for Quistis' left foot, tugging at and shredding the material that jealously kept her foot to itself. The ripping sound tore through the dimensional walls, awakening the sleeping Quistis from her deep repose as she looked down, her eyes slowly widening as the black material gave way to her chalky, naked foot. As the sun vanquished that diabolic fog from Quistis’ glistening sole, Xu clamped her hand over the back of Quistis' shining, bare foot with a dragon-like adamantine grip. Looking up, Xu tilted her head and closed her eyes, smiling and saying in quick, simple words, “I believe it was the… Trepe Treatment?” Without hesitation Xu readied her claws and slashed downward, leaving white streaks down Quistis' sole.
At once Quistis cawed out like a dying raven, screaming laughter into that gag that bound her mouth as she fell forward, the whip turning her into a dangling ornament. Shrieking with a treasure trove of hidden mirth, Quistis rocked in her chair, jumping in place as Xu fervently conducted her silent affairs. Shaking back and forth, Quistis tilted her chair to its side, lifting it from the ground as she tugged fiercely, her queenly struggles turned into a kitten's mewling before the hand that held her foot. The edges of her foot grew a bright pink as color drained from her ghostly soles save for the reddish streaks that Xu painted upon them. With a great deal of flattery, her cheeks imitated the colors that swelled at the edge of her feet, the virulent hue spreading like a battle-hardened puddle during a bout of hot rain in the summer. Slapping with her still clad foot, Quistis' watery eyes shot around the room for a non-existent savior. Xu looked up, smiling as the glacier crackled, shattering and submerging into the ocean. The hot air within her knotted together as she looked into Quistis' desperate, mirror-like eyes as they reflected Xu’s own determined image. The breathing of the two women aligned as their eyes locked, their faces similarly steamy, as though each were a kettle screaming in fear of boiling over, a contest forming between the two as to which would spillover first.
Clawing at her wrists, Quistis swiped at the knot that held her hands, feeling it tighten. Subduing Quistis' toes, Xu struck with pinpoint accuracy, a targeted missile strike against those helpless citizens that could do nothing more than wrestle about with inevitability, their screams for laughter melting conscious thought from Quistis as she shut her eyes while shaking violently, sinking into the shadowy depths of hysteria. Looking up, a bubble of light bulged then disappeared as her wrists began to divorce. Panting out an endless pool of pent up laughter, she struck at the knot with the back of her nail and felt it loosen. Falling forward, she spread her shoulders and tugged with all of her might as her left hand flew loose, her right following soon after. Like a drowning sailor she clawed at the air just above her feet as she swam upwards. Sinking, falling back into her chair, she leapt ahead, reaching further, just nicking the edge of Xu's coat. The light fizzled out and she fell back into her chair, her hands rushing to her mouth as she sunk deeper into the black, laughter choking out what little air she had left.
Jumping in the chair, she pulled at her legs while Xu continued to work at her foot, implausibly striking at every spot of her foot at once, each inch of harassed flesh howling at her mind that it was the worst, most ticklish spot of her entire body. Slamming her arms onto the arm rests of her chair, she grasped with all of her might as she leaned forward, laughing harder with each passing second, the clock behind her thunking slowly, reminding her that an infinity passed between each touch. Convulsing, she felt her arms go limp and drift to the side of the chairs as huddled onto the armrest, laughing at the ceiling as though it told the universe's most perverse intimate jokes. Throwing her weight back, she tugged with all of her might, Xu's titanium grip refusing to release her. Leather bit at her and she looked down, catching sight of her whip contorting. Slapping a hand behind her, she loosed the whip from her chair, feeling the weight at her legs go slack. With all of her might she pushed against the desk, then swung her legs above her head, knocking the chair over. Rolling across the ground, Quistis balled up, placing her hands across her soles.
Xu sat, her hands rushing to her face as she darted up and crossed around the table. Just as suddenly as she had disappeared, Quistis shot up, buttoning her coat and smoothing wrinkles from her skirt. Xu stepped back with her right leg, bracing for an attack despite the woman before her being disarmed of her most important defenses. Reaching up, Quistis rent the knot that held her dripping wet gag into pieces, tossing it into a trashcan behind her as she reached behind her back, slipping her hands together and stretching her arms upwards. Gallantly striding back to her table, she knelt down, tugging her molested feet back into her boots as she kissed them to the ground with a click. Grabbing her glasses, she set them upon her face and straightened them with a single finger before wiping sweat from her forehead. Crossing her arms, she glided across the room, placing a hand upon the door. Touching her quivering hand above her breast, Xu began breathing rapidly, her wide eyes trembling. With a flushed face, Quistis pushed a finger to her glasses and looked down, calmly chanting out "Dismissed," before vanishing into the hallway.
