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non-conish, bondage, footworship/tickling
Also, as a heads up, I don’t think I did a particularly great job of maintaining Aerith’s character from FF7. The more I read this, the more it felt like it wasn’t a story about her, so take that knowledge going in. I think I justify this (interpretation) character’s approach to the situation well enough, but it doesn’t strike me much as something that suits the canonical version well. Mostly just wanted to give a heads up in case anyone got into and was like what, this isn’t how Aerith would act!
Aerith At The Don’s (M/F Feet)
Scampering across the floor like a mole, the Don shoved his face into Cloud's. Aerith felt a quick glance ooze down her spine before Cornero’s attention returned to Cloud. Keeping her eyes focused ahead of her, Aerith noticed the muscular man in the corner, his intent, unmoving gaze consuming her. Turning on his heel, the Don returned to his bedside, his head high as he snapped his fingers. "You may have the other two. I've decided." Hot air sagged within her, condensing into a cold lump in her belly. Well, she did a good job with his costume, at least. Too good of a job.
To her left a sleazy man slid forward, his head and shoulders hunched as he grabbed Tifa by the wrist, dragging her behind him like a snail's slimy trail. Suddenly the ground disappeared beneath Aerith as the statuesque behemoth flung her over his shoulder, her pink high heels fluttering through the air, a causality of the sudden change. They clonked loudly against the floor as he slipped out of the bedroom and around the corner, flicking open the steel door that led below with nothing more than a wave of his hand.
Reaching behind her, she reached through the gap of her dress, drifting down her vertebrae and running her fingerstips against the small cudgel she had hidden beneath that pink cloth. An image of Cloud scratching his head, then raising his hands shrugging flashed before her, his chill yet serene voice reminding her to gather as much information from the Don and his henchmen as possible. Retracting her fingers from the weapon, another vision flickered before her, this time of the blushing Cloud from before, flashing before her like the whipped flames of a torchlight. The image blinked in a second time, then a third, his coy, knowing smile searing her mind as her eyes narrowed in agitation. Ice cold coals seemed to burn their icy visage from within her as she looked down her shoulder at the brawny beast that held her. A gust of butterflies leapt through her breast as she looked upon him, his smooth, muscular jaw seemingly chiseled of marble. In the dim light, she could see his well-defined arm and noted that it was much larger than her thighs. A smile crept upon her lips. Well, if Cloud was going to have fun with the Don then she had more than enough time to enjoy herself, too.
As the man descended the stone stairs his heavy stomps reverberated beneath them, wafting up and around her like a breeze in a sudden spring rain storm. Though he fell with great force she hardly budged within his supple, steely grip that seemed not to hold her so much as meld into her body. Sprinkling a touch of salt and a pinch of pepper onto her words, her voice drifting by like unruly snow on a breeze, “Sooo, tough guy—“
“Drop the act,” he responded coolly, looking at her, “Didn’t choose you ‘cause you were like ‘dos others, wouldn’t take you on if you were.” Stopping, he moved his arms, shifting her weight slightly, the pressure of his thick shoulder vanishing. Raising an eyebrow, she opened her mouth to speak, her muscles pressing into his bones as he sighed. Looking over his shoulder, he stared into her eyes, “Maybe the Don don’t appreciate it, but youse a rare breed. A flower in the slums, little innocent girl acting tough.” Opening her mouth, her tongue clicked against her teeth, his eyes boring holes through her as she felt her strength pour away. “Listen, I ain’t here to hurt choo. Just…” dragging his left hand to his chin, he pinched at his broad jaw, picking at the cleft in the middle before scratching at his cheek, “teach you, I s’pose.”
Smiling wickedly, her eyes narrowed at the edges as she breathily whispered, “Corrupt me, you mean?” The butterflies grew crazed, slapping their wings wildly as they flit about as though in a storm, banging at her insides.
Throwing his head back, he laughed loudly, his voice banging around them like a hammer on a smithy’s anvil. “Words are words,” he said, a sly grin cresting across the left side of his face, “Naw, but I seen it in your eyes. The… potential.” Tilting his head, he closed his eyes and shook his head, “lessay refine. Like a jewel. Jess’ gonna learn you to enjoy yerself a bit, miss prim and propah.” Raising a hand and pointing a finger, her lips barely budged before he cut her off, “It’s how you held yourself up there. Shoulders high, but hunched a bit, eyes not moving, eyelids twitching a bit. Ya dunno dis world. Dats fine. I’s a gentleman, I’ll treat you right, careful like. You say stop, we stop.” Suddenly the winged insects stopped in place, a devious hunger in their eyes as they slowed, landing on her ribs as they began to gnaw ravenously, a fertile rumbling narrowly gripping around her heart as she touched a hand above her breasts.
Flicking a strand of hair from her forehead, she smiled as she twisted the turbulent tuft around her finger, forcing it into submission. Blowing hot air down the man’s neck, she smiled slyly as they descended a step, then another. “So, Mr. Jewelcrafter, then...” Tapping at his shoulder, she drew an S up to his ear, flicking at his lobe, “what makes you tick? What is it you do, other than… refine women.”
Huffing, he hammered out quick, hasty words. “Jewel. Youse a gem, don’tcha forget it.” Her eyes fluttered, the bony feeling binding her heart growing deathly warm. Sighing, he brushed at his gut roughly as he stopped, flicking some moss off the dark grey brick to his left. “Whateva the don asks, I do. Last job was checking out some bar in Sector 7, reportin’ what I saw. Simple, boring stuff.” Nodding, Aerith opened her mouth then bit her lip, her brow furrowing as she tucked the careless muscle into her cheek, impeding it from outing herself. Continuing onward in silence, the man looked downward, tight shadows nestling around the edges of his eyes.
Upon reaching the base of the steps he whipped her through the air, a small squeal creaking through her lips. Gently landing onto a wooden table as though it were made of the finest imported pillows, he shifted forward, lifting and bending her right arm so that her elbow stuck out as he attached it to the wall by her wrist, elbow and bicep. While repeating the same process for her left arm she smiled, her pink painted lips growing wide. Without looking away from the man she fingered at the cool metal that hugged her wrists, touching at a pin that seemed to hold the bands together. Flicking at it with her finger, she felt it come loose as the shackle sagged. Plucking at it a second time, she hid the bolt back in place. Looking her in the eye the muscular bear-like man gruffed loudly, moving down to the edge of the table towards her legs. Taking her ankles into his strong grip he lightly set them into a curved crevice, then threw down a heavy board overtop her ankles. A thud fell like a gong, announcing her as locked tightly away.
Tugging at her ankles, she felt the gentle fabric within the holes caress her skin like iron, its jealous grip refusing to allow her thin ankles any sort of freedom. Overtop the small board she saw her flaming gem-pink toes just peak over as she wiggled them. The man moved directly in front of her, kneeling down by her feet. The image of Cloud flickered before her fluttering eyes, repeating itself again and again as she clenched her fingers into fists, a hint of rage shaking her arms. Closing her eyes and smiling pleasantly, she simply said "Please be careful with them. They're very sensitive." He grunted lightly as a phantom-cold finger grazed her right arch. Her toes whipped forward and her foot pulled back lightly as she tucked her head forward and eeked out a small eep. Just out of the corner of her eye she saw him smile genuinely for the first time, his lips twisting into his cheeks like steam sambaing from a kettle.
Slowly carving a backwards S down her sole, he watched it flip about like a desperate fish, her toes refusing to uncurl despite his coercion. Her head flipped to the side, pressing it into the wall behind her as she bit her lower lip and shut her eyes. Her long nails dug white trenches in her palms as her arms shook in their tight shackles. Retracting his hand her toes unfurled like fast budding flowers starved of the sun. Slowly opening her eyelids, a hungry cat like gaze radiated from her glittering eyes. Though she still held her lower lip in place with her teeth, the edges of her mouth spiraled upwards.
Leaning forward, he grabbed either edge of her right foot with both hands, his meaty fingers forcing her sole to stand straight before him as she flinched, her toes flickering like a siren's wink. The flesh before him seemed to quiver like the waves on an ocean of vanilla creme besmitten with shadows that further accented the glorious creme, the soft wrinkles cascading over one another as her foot tensed. "Prized trophies like these," his freshly smelted voice poured out, grabbing her smile by the ends, stretching it further, "it's a crime... a sin... to bury them away like that, hide them from the rest of the world in those… shoes.," the last word carrying a venomous disdain. He brought his mouth closer, blowing hot air onto her skin, her leg contorting and her foot writhing slightly in his grip. "I'll punish ya for that audacity."
A gnawing hunger rended her chest as she began to breath rapidly, her eye slipping between her toes to lock with his steely gaze. Each breath he lazily blew out singed her sole with laugh-inducing pings, sending a shock through her spine that rocked her body like a pair of bellows. A blazing fire flared up as though from an incinerator, devouring the pool of hesitation and uncertainty that sprung from within, holding back her imprisoned jubilance. Demanding more fuel, it quickly consumed her resistance while a distant, small version of herself clawed from the back of her mind in a frenzied panic. Furiously forging a wall, she dismissed the voice into a void. Between torrid breaths that fell faster than starlight to the moon she strained out through clenched teeth "Do your worst." Even behind the wall she heard that voice cry out in desperation.
He smiled. "By yer command." With a swift dipping motion, he swept forward, brushing his lower lip gently across her smooth flesh. Skimming down the center of her sole he felt her pliable flesh melt away as though he were grazing water. Her foot squirmed ever so gently as the sound of her shackles clacked like soft, forbidden bells.
Falling forward, her head shook and shuttered as her fingers capered about of their own accord. The spongy touch blended into her flesh pleasantly, yet her foot still cried in delicious agony, pleading with her to smile, and laugh. The sensation arced like slow lightning, its course entirely predictable and anticipated as it very carefully zigzagged towards her toes as she muttered “no,” under her breath while gritting her teeth. Just as his upper lip scraped against the edge of her toe the feelings slashed down. Throwing her head back and sucking air through her teeth, she gasped out a giggle.
Starting a trek downwards, he took a slow, meaningful pace as he toured her foot, visiting its most popular destinations. Cycling around her heel several times, he enjoyed its slightly course feel as though it were finely ground sand, and like silky sand, the edges of the lines he carved replenished the inside, refilling it constantly so that a new, fresh amount was there for him when he returned. Opening his mouth wider, he pressed his lips against the top and bottom of her heel, engulfing it in that cage like opening. His tongue, unleashed, lapped up her heel once, tasting it like fine wine as she bucked and jumped in place, her lips pursed together.
Though wet and slimy it felt as though he was shooting electricity directly into her, striking her nerves with the precision of a veteran archer. The furnace let out a crazed yet stifled roar within her as she bit her upper lip shut, her body trembling as he moved further up her painfully still sole. Looking to the constraints that held her spasming arms and legs, she blew out a thank you no louder than a bubble. Though the flames that spiked through her were filled with a wonderful warmth, without the bindings she might have unwillingly fled. The caresses filled her arch and she shot up in place, her mouth splitting open wide like an ancient cavern freed by an earthquake. The furnace screamed, pleasure racking her as she extended her fingers, her eyelids fluttering. Quickly she whipped out her reins in an attempt to fetter in the burning magma that spilled from the overfilled incinerator, gritting her teeth and leaning forward, the shackles holding her up. A new feeling came, smothering her arch with moth-like whispers. Her head shot back, her crown rubbing up against the stone wall as she twisted and writhed. Through wide open mouth and between closed teeth she began to coo, chirping out tiny giggles as her foot fought with her warden's warm hands in an attempt to swat the devoted moths away. The feelings came quicker and quicker as though they misinterpreted the shooing as an invitation. Magma seeped through her as the furnace erupted, the flames pouring forth like a bubbling waterfall, simultaneously melting and drowning away what remained of her self-made fetters.
Stalling for a second, he looked up, his steely gaze locking with hers as she took in rapid breaths. Nodding, he knelt back down and began working at a hectic pace, moving through the beach that was her arch into the wonderfully dense center of her foot. There, at the valley in the center of her foot, between the two plateaus, he began curing the countryside of its lack of habitable land, clearing the trees and preparing it for cultivation. With several deep licks, he heard her muffled eeks followed by several wild giggles as her whole body shook. For several seconds he stopped, listening as she drew fresh air through her nostrils six or seven times in a mere second, the sound slicing through the air as she squirmed. Smiling, he leaned forward, opened his mouth and nibbled as lightly as he could manage.
At once she shot up, bouncing in place despite the bindings that held her. A scream rioted through her throat as her eyes bulged, her mouth wide open. Filled to the brim with exotic and flammable materials the incinerator exploded, red hot bliss overflowing, filling every part of her, overwhelming her senses. Unable to describe the feeling as more than being alive, the memories of both this life and the lives of others coursed through her like the light a million fireflies on a starry night. Suddenly she felt as though she slipped from a cliff, pirouetting away as she sunk through the endless night, the little light that existed fading into shadow save for her foot and the beautiful man before her that sought to teach her the wrongs of her ways. As he lightly chewed, his bites just grazing the top of her skin, her other foot rampaged like a beast, flailing up and down, her toes flicking like a hurricane while her ankle shook against the felt-covered hole. Through the foggy sensations that plagued her she sensed a light pucker from within the man as he seemed to take on an unnatural glow, illuminating the room.
Falling forward, she hung limply, smiling and gasping, her head jutting forward as his teeth scraped against her ring-toe. Around her the walls shook as the sensations stopped. Opening her eyes, she caught a wicked light flicker from his eyes as his rough fingers scattered across her as-yet un-harassed foot. Shrieking, she tugged at her elbows, metal ratcheting against the brick behind her. Throwing her head back, her lips formed a thin line as her toes flicked in atonement. Biting the left side of her lower lip, she shifted her right shoulder as she swayed her hip, the board that held her ankles refusing to yield, allowing her to only flap her foot to the right and left. Slapping the top of her foot against the board, she tapped the top of his hand as she chuckled, smiting his hand repeatedly with her foot bottom.
Snorting and smiling, the man took his free hand and grasped under her heel, his fingers extended up to her ball. Smiling thickly, she gasped as he pelted her convulsing foot bottom with overdue attention. Extending her neck, she looked to the ceiling, her eyes squinting as the dangling lightbulb blinded her. Shrieking and laughing, her shoulders shook in place as her fingers wiggled wildly, her toes burrowing tightly into her flesh as he plucked them free like an overly eager farmer, caressing the crops he took great lengths to tend to. Stopping, he eyed her carefully, his gaze watching her chest rise and fall. Puffing out air, she fanned herself with her left hand while flicking at a damp strand of hair that dangled in front of her eye. Smiling, he shifted in place, his fingers digging into the middle of her foot.
As she continued to laugh, her body shook, the table banging against the floor. Gritting her teeth into a thick smile, she felt her free foot tilt and dive in front of the other as it pressed its toes backward. Instantly she felt him scratch at her newly exposed arch, her foot flexing back even further as though surprised at its own sacrifice. Touching her cheek to her shoulder, she threw her mouth open and laughed loudly, her foot refusing to abandon its compatriot. A chill air oozed up her sole as she felt silence; turning, she caught him as he dipped beneath the table again, her foot still rejecting her orders to stand down as it used the top of itself to rub at the sole of its persecuted brethren.
Suddenly she felt his teeth clamp around her heel. Shaking her arms, she tipped her chin into her chest and grit her eyes, a smirk returning to her face as a lone, girlish giggle wringed itself from her lips. From where she sat she listened to him, the sounds of the ocean sucking and slurping at the shores ebbing and flowing from beneath the table. Lightning flashed against her other sole as he began stroking it more wildly than before while taking hold of the foot he gnawed on. Leaning in, he clamped down over her arch, biting gently but wildly. Screaming, laughter seized Aerith’s throat, choking her cries with distilled joy, her jaw dropping as her confused smile took on a frown, a quivering “Ahh!” escaping from deep within her. Pressing the back of her head into the brick wall, she screamed “Ahh!” repeatedly, sucking in air in gasps and groans between the shrieks. As though the butterflies from before burst like fireworks, she felt a great tornado-like white flame spin alive within her, the heat threatening to overwhelm her. Without hesitation, she threw herself into the surging hellfire, her worldly body flailing wildly as bewildered grunts littered her laughter, her feet soaking in the sensations they so desperately desired. It was as if she had been starved her entire life, sated only just now with the realization of the subterfuge her soles had conspired against her, only now realizing how welcome their torment was. The heat of the storm rose to her face, her cheeks growing bright pink despite the makeup that marred them. Slapping her backside against the wall and yelling with pleasure, she felt one eye shoot open while the other protested in the darkness, keeping an eye on the storm that overtook her. As the flames spread within her she felt her body take on the same glow her comrade gave off, their twin radiance mingling and merging as one in the damp cellar. Tugging in her elbows as best she could, the muscles in her arms, chest and shoulders tensed, a searing pain clawing at them while a distant tsunami of euphoria crested upwards, thwarting the sun’s attempts to bath the land with the gleaming, holy light it sought to share.
A slam came, awakening her from her sleep. Looking up as she laughed and screamed, rocking back and forth in her bindings she saw Tifa running down the stairs, no longer clad in her dress but in her white shirt and black shorts. Gasping out, she moaned "No... don't," but the woman barreled forward. "Stop it, don't," she tried to cry, the quiet words eclipsed by a quick gasp as the man nibbled upon the ball of her foot, pleasure wracking her as the radiance they began to flash, melding together in glorious union. At once she pictured herself sailing across the ocean, the rudder of her boat snapping away as she dashed over several outstanding rocks, careening across the shore while the tsunami chased after her, crashing against the shore just behind her before petering with a whimper.
With a thud, he fell over, Tifa's brown boot hanging in the air. At once the light flickered out, evaporating into the floor. Like an envious ghost the feelings on her foot lingered, prickling at her while she giggled giddily, mentally groping and grasping at the wonderful feelings as they faded away. "...Ok?" she heard distantly from her dream as her arms sagged to her sides, the tepid shackles shrugging nonchalantly as they gave up their prize. "Are you ok?" the too familiar sounds echoed again. She nodded.
"Here." Throwing Aerith's old boots on the table Tifa went back to the stairs. "Come on, we have to hurry!" Wiping wetness from her eyes, Aerith nodded, giving her former foot ware a wary glance as she sat, unmoving. "Aerith was it? Come on, hurry." The woman spun around, shooting up the stairs, a metallic clang and thunk whisking her away. Groaning, Aerith’s arms spilled around her sides as she tugged her knees in; leaning forward as she dug her toes into the table, she pressed her forehead against her knees before turning her head, resting her cheek there while wiping an alchemic streak of tears and sweat that ran towards her chin. A knife felt like it was ripping through her stomach as though in rage at the absence of pleasure. Another tear formed in her eye which she swiped away immediately, the voice from before knocking down the wall she had erected while simultaneously reeling in the thorough memories of the last few minutes.
Huffing, she slid her feet into her boots, the insidious material denouncing her flesh. Springing to the floor, she walked towards the stairs hesitantly as the world about her seemed to spin. As she placed one foot onto the stairwell she looked back at the unconscious man. Turning around, she glided towards him, kissing him gently on the cheek, leaving a stain of lipstick in its wake. Whispering “thank you,” as her hand brushed down his shoulder, she turned towards the stairs again, jogging up the steps. Raising her hands, she began to skip up the steps, catching herself and stopping, the sense of joy muddled with a distant mournful humming as her feet ached for attention. As she flicked a hand through her hair, ringing her fingers through the strands, conscripting them back to order, she remembered that she had abandoned Cloud to that pervert. Leaping up the stairwell, she withdrew the club she had slipped behind her dress. Pressing a hand to the door, she turned and looked down, frowning and sighing as she pushed outward, her gaze remaining locked within the depths until the door slammed shut behind her, sealing that wonderful room away.
Also, as a heads up, I don’t think I did a particularly great job of maintaining Aerith’s character from FF7. The more I read this, the more it felt like it wasn’t a story about her, so take that knowledge going in. I think I justify this (interpretation) character’s approach to the situation well enough, but it doesn’t strike me much as something that suits the canonical version well. Mostly just wanted to give a heads up in case anyone got into and was like what, this isn’t how Aerith would act!
Aerith At The Don’s (M/F Feet)
Scampering across the floor like a mole, the Don shoved his face into Cloud's. Aerith felt a quick glance ooze down her spine before Cornero’s attention returned to Cloud. Keeping her eyes focused ahead of her, Aerith noticed the muscular man in the corner, his intent, unmoving gaze consuming her. Turning on his heel, the Don returned to his bedside, his head high as he snapped his fingers. "You may have the other two. I've decided." Hot air sagged within her, condensing into a cold lump in her belly. Well, she did a good job with his costume, at least. Too good of a job.
To her left a sleazy man slid forward, his head and shoulders hunched as he grabbed Tifa by the wrist, dragging her behind him like a snail's slimy trail. Suddenly the ground disappeared beneath Aerith as the statuesque behemoth flung her over his shoulder, her pink high heels fluttering through the air, a causality of the sudden change. They clonked loudly against the floor as he slipped out of the bedroom and around the corner, flicking open the steel door that led below with nothing more than a wave of his hand.
Reaching behind her, she reached through the gap of her dress, drifting down her vertebrae and running her fingerstips against the small cudgel she had hidden beneath that pink cloth. An image of Cloud scratching his head, then raising his hands shrugging flashed before her, his chill yet serene voice reminding her to gather as much information from the Don and his henchmen as possible. Retracting her fingers from the weapon, another vision flickered before her, this time of the blushing Cloud from before, flashing before her like the whipped flames of a torchlight. The image blinked in a second time, then a third, his coy, knowing smile searing her mind as her eyes narrowed in agitation. Ice cold coals seemed to burn their icy visage from within her as she looked down her shoulder at the brawny beast that held her. A gust of butterflies leapt through her breast as she looked upon him, his smooth, muscular jaw seemingly chiseled of marble. In the dim light, she could see his well-defined arm and noted that it was much larger than her thighs. A smile crept upon her lips. Well, if Cloud was going to have fun with the Don then she had more than enough time to enjoy herself, too.
As the man descended the stone stairs his heavy stomps reverberated beneath them, wafting up and around her like a breeze in a sudden spring rain storm. Though he fell with great force she hardly budged within his supple, steely grip that seemed not to hold her so much as meld into her body. Sprinkling a touch of salt and a pinch of pepper onto her words, her voice drifting by like unruly snow on a breeze, “Sooo, tough guy—“
“Drop the act,” he responded coolly, looking at her, “Didn’t choose you ‘cause you were like ‘dos others, wouldn’t take you on if you were.” Stopping, he moved his arms, shifting her weight slightly, the pressure of his thick shoulder vanishing. Raising an eyebrow, she opened her mouth to speak, her muscles pressing into his bones as he sighed. Looking over his shoulder, he stared into her eyes, “Maybe the Don don’t appreciate it, but youse a rare breed. A flower in the slums, little innocent girl acting tough.” Opening her mouth, her tongue clicked against her teeth, his eyes boring holes through her as she felt her strength pour away. “Listen, I ain’t here to hurt choo. Just…” dragging his left hand to his chin, he pinched at his broad jaw, picking at the cleft in the middle before scratching at his cheek, “teach you, I s’pose.”
Smiling wickedly, her eyes narrowed at the edges as she breathily whispered, “Corrupt me, you mean?” The butterflies grew crazed, slapping their wings wildly as they flit about as though in a storm, banging at her insides.
Throwing his head back, he laughed loudly, his voice banging around them like a hammer on a smithy’s anvil. “Words are words,” he said, a sly grin cresting across the left side of his face, “Naw, but I seen it in your eyes. The… potential.” Tilting his head, he closed his eyes and shook his head, “lessay refine. Like a jewel. Jess’ gonna learn you to enjoy yerself a bit, miss prim and propah.” Raising a hand and pointing a finger, her lips barely budged before he cut her off, “It’s how you held yourself up there. Shoulders high, but hunched a bit, eyes not moving, eyelids twitching a bit. Ya dunno dis world. Dats fine. I’s a gentleman, I’ll treat you right, careful like. You say stop, we stop.” Suddenly the winged insects stopped in place, a devious hunger in their eyes as they slowed, landing on her ribs as they began to gnaw ravenously, a fertile rumbling narrowly gripping around her heart as she touched a hand above her breasts.
Flicking a strand of hair from her forehead, she smiled as she twisted the turbulent tuft around her finger, forcing it into submission. Blowing hot air down the man’s neck, she smiled slyly as they descended a step, then another. “So, Mr. Jewelcrafter, then...” Tapping at his shoulder, she drew an S up to his ear, flicking at his lobe, “what makes you tick? What is it you do, other than… refine women.”
Huffing, he hammered out quick, hasty words. “Jewel. Youse a gem, don’tcha forget it.” Her eyes fluttered, the bony feeling binding her heart growing deathly warm. Sighing, he brushed at his gut roughly as he stopped, flicking some moss off the dark grey brick to his left. “Whateva the don asks, I do. Last job was checking out some bar in Sector 7, reportin’ what I saw. Simple, boring stuff.” Nodding, Aerith opened her mouth then bit her lip, her brow furrowing as she tucked the careless muscle into her cheek, impeding it from outing herself. Continuing onward in silence, the man looked downward, tight shadows nestling around the edges of his eyes.
Upon reaching the base of the steps he whipped her through the air, a small squeal creaking through her lips. Gently landing onto a wooden table as though it were made of the finest imported pillows, he shifted forward, lifting and bending her right arm so that her elbow stuck out as he attached it to the wall by her wrist, elbow and bicep. While repeating the same process for her left arm she smiled, her pink painted lips growing wide. Without looking away from the man she fingered at the cool metal that hugged her wrists, touching at a pin that seemed to hold the bands together. Flicking at it with her finger, she felt it come loose as the shackle sagged. Plucking at it a second time, she hid the bolt back in place. Looking her in the eye the muscular bear-like man gruffed loudly, moving down to the edge of the table towards her legs. Taking her ankles into his strong grip he lightly set them into a curved crevice, then threw down a heavy board overtop her ankles. A thud fell like a gong, announcing her as locked tightly away.
Tugging at her ankles, she felt the gentle fabric within the holes caress her skin like iron, its jealous grip refusing to allow her thin ankles any sort of freedom. Overtop the small board she saw her flaming gem-pink toes just peak over as she wiggled them. The man moved directly in front of her, kneeling down by her feet. The image of Cloud flickered before her fluttering eyes, repeating itself again and again as she clenched her fingers into fists, a hint of rage shaking her arms. Closing her eyes and smiling pleasantly, she simply said "Please be careful with them. They're very sensitive." He grunted lightly as a phantom-cold finger grazed her right arch. Her toes whipped forward and her foot pulled back lightly as she tucked her head forward and eeked out a small eep. Just out of the corner of her eye she saw him smile genuinely for the first time, his lips twisting into his cheeks like steam sambaing from a kettle.
Slowly carving a backwards S down her sole, he watched it flip about like a desperate fish, her toes refusing to uncurl despite his coercion. Her head flipped to the side, pressing it into the wall behind her as she bit her lower lip and shut her eyes. Her long nails dug white trenches in her palms as her arms shook in their tight shackles. Retracting his hand her toes unfurled like fast budding flowers starved of the sun. Slowly opening her eyelids, a hungry cat like gaze radiated from her glittering eyes. Though she still held her lower lip in place with her teeth, the edges of her mouth spiraled upwards.
Leaning forward, he grabbed either edge of her right foot with both hands, his meaty fingers forcing her sole to stand straight before him as she flinched, her toes flickering like a siren's wink. The flesh before him seemed to quiver like the waves on an ocean of vanilla creme besmitten with shadows that further accented the glorious creme, the soft wrinkles cascading over one another as her foot tensed. "Prized trophies like these," his freshly smelted voice poured out, grabbing her smile by the ends, stretching it further, "it's a crime... a sin... to bury them away like that, hide them from the rest of the world in those… shoes.," the last word carrying a venomous disdain. He brought his mouth closer, blowing hot air onto her skin, her leg contorting and her foot writhing slightly in his grip. "I'll punish ya for that audacity."
A gnawing hunger rended her chest as she began to breath rapidly, her eye slipping between her toes to lock with his steely gaze. Each breath he lazily blew out singed her sole with laugh-inducing pings, sending a shock through her spine that rocked her body like a pair of bellows. A blazing fire flared up as though from an incinerator, devouring the pool of hesitation and uncertainty that sprung from within, holding back her imprisoned jubilance. Demanding more fuel, it quickly consumed her resistance while a distant, small version of herself clawed from the back of her mind in a frenzied panic. Furiously forging a wall, she dismissed the voice into a void. Between torrid breaths that fell faster than starlight to the moon she strained out through clenched teeth "Do your worst." Even behind the wall she heard that voice cry out in desperation.
He smiled. "By yer command." With a swift dipping motion, he swept forward, brushing his lower lip gently across her smooth flesh. Skimming down the center of her sole he felt her pliable flesh melt away as though he were grazing water. Her foot squirmed ever so gently as the sound of her shackles clacked like soft, forbidden bells.
Falling forward, her head shook and shuttered as her fingers capered about of their own accord. The spongy touch blended into her flesh pleasantly, yet her foot still cried in delicious agony, pleading with her to smile, and laugh. The sensation arced like slow lightning, its course entirely predictable and anticipated as it very carefully zigzagged towards her toes as she muttered “no,” under her breath while gritting her teeth. Just as his upper lip scraped against the edge of her toe the feelings slashed down. Throwing her head back and sucking air through her teeth, she gasped out a giggle.
Starting a trek downwards, he took a slow, meaningful pace as he toured her foot, visiting its most popular destinations. Cycling around her heel several times, he enjoyed its slightly course feel as though it were finely ground sand, and like silky sand, the edges of the lines he carved replenished the inside, refilling it constantly so that a new, fresh amount was there for him when he returned. Opening his mouth wider, he pressed his lips against the top and bottom of her heel, engulfing it in that cage like opening. His tongue, unleashed, lapped up her heel once, tasting it like fine wine as she bucked and jumped in place, her lips pursed together.
Though wet and slimy it felt as though he was shooting electricity directly into her, striking her nerves with the precision of a veteran archer. The furnace let out a crazed yet stifled roar within her as she bit her upper lip shut, her body trembling as he moved further up her painfully still sole. Looking to the constraints that held her spasming arms and legs, she blew out a thank you no louder than a bubble. Though the flames that spiked through her were filled with a wonderful warmth, without the bindings she might have unwillingly fled. The caresses filled her arch and she shot up in place, her mouth splitting open wide like an ancient cavern freed by an earthquake. The furnace screamed, pleasure racking her as she extended her fingers, her eyelids fluttering. Quickly she whipped out her reins in an attempt to fetter in the burning magma that spilled from the overfilled incinerator, gritting her teeth and leaning forward, the shackles holding her up. A new feeling came, smothering her arch with moth-like whispers. Her head shot back, her crown rubbing up against the stone wall as she twisted and writhed. Through wide open mouth and between closed teeth she began to coo, chirping out tiny giggles as her foot fought with her warden's warm hands in an attempt to swat the devoted moths away. The feelings came quicker and quicker as though they misinterpreted the shooing as an invitation. Magma seeped through her as the furnace erupted, the flames pouring forth like a bubbling waterfall, simultaneously melting and drowning away what remained of her self-made fetters.
Stalling for a second, he looked up, his steely gaze locking with hers as she took in rapid breaths. Nodding, he knelt back down and began working at a hectic pace, moving through the beach that was her arch into the wonderfully dense center of her foot. There, at the valley in the center of her foot, between the two plateaus, he began curing the countryside of its lack of habitable land, clearing the trees and preparing it for cultivation. With several deep licks, he heard her muffled eeks followed by several wild giggles as her whole body shook. For several seconds he stopped, listening as she drew fresh air through her nostrils six or seven times in a mere second, the sound slicing through the air as she squirmed. Smiling, he leaned forward, opened his mouth and nibbled as lightly as he could manage.
At once she shot up, bouncing in place despite the bindings that held her. A scream rioted through her throat as her eyes bulged, her mouth wide open. Filled to the brim with exotic and flammable materials the incinerator exploded, red hot bliss overflowing, filling every part of her, overwhelming her senses. Unable to describe the feeling as more than being alive, the memories of both this life and the lives of others coursed through her like the light a million fireflies on a starry night. Suddenly she felt as though she slipped from a cliff, pirouetting away as she sunk through the endless night, the little light that existed fading into shadow save for her foot and the beautiful man before her that sought to teach her the wrongs of her ways. As he lightly chewed, his bites just grazing the top of her skin, her other foot rampaged like a beast, flailing up and down, her toes flicking like a hurricane while her ankle shook against the felt-covered hole. Through the foggy sensations that plagued her she sensed a light pucker from within the man as he seemed to take on an unnatural glow, illuminating the room.
Falling forward, she hung limply, smiling and gasping, her head jutting forward as his teeth scraped against her ring-toe. Around her the walls shook as the sensations stopped. Opening her eyes, she caught a wicked light flicker from his eyes as his rough fingers scattered across her as-yet un-harassed foot. Shrieking, she tugged at her elbows, metal ratcheting against the brick behind her. Throwing her head back, her lips formed a thin line as her toes flicked in atonement. Biting the left side of her lower lip, she shifted her right shoulder as she swayed her hip, the board that held her ankles refusing to yield, allowing her to only flap her foot to the right and left. Slapping the top of her foot against the board, she tapped the top of his hand as she chuckled, smiting his hand repeatedly with her foot bottom.
Snorting and smiling, the man took his free hand and grasped under her heel, his fingers extended up to her ball. Smiling thickly, she gasped as he pelted her convulsing foot bottom with overdue attention. Extending her neck, she looked to the ceiling, her eyes squinting as the dangling lightbulb blinded her. Shrieking and laughing, her shoulders shook in place as her fingers wiggled wildly, her toes burrowing tightly into her flesh as he plucked them free like an overly eager farmer, caressing the crops he took great lengths to tend to. Stopping, he eyed her carefully, his gaze watching her chest rise and fall. Puffing out air, she fanned herself with her left hand while flicking at a damp strand of hair that dangled in front of her eye. Smiling, he shifted in place, his fingers digging into the middle of her foot.
As she continued to laugh, her body shook, the table banging against the floor. Gritting her teeth into a thick smile, she felt her free foot tilt and dive in front of the other as it pressed its toes backward. Instantly she felt him scratch at her newly exposed arch, her foot flexing back even further as though surprised at its own sacrifice. Touching her cheek to her shoulder, she threw her mouth open and laughed loudly, her foot refusing to abandon its compatriot. A chill air oozed up her sole as she felt silence; turning, she caught him as he dipped beneath the table again, her foot still rejecting her orders to stand down as it used the top of itself to rub at the sole of its persecuted brethren.
Suddenly she felt his teeth clamp around her heel. Shaking her arms, she tipped her chin into her chest and grit her eyes, a smirk returning to her face as a lone, girlish giggle wringed itself from her lips. From where she sat she listened to him, the sounds of the ocean sucking and slurping at the shores ebbing and flowing from beneath the table. Lightning flashed against her other sole as he began stroking it more wildly than before while taking hold of the foot he gnawed on. Leaning in, he clamped down over her arch, biting gently but wildly. Screaming, laughter seized Aerith’s throat, choking her cries with distilled joy, her jaw dropping as her confused smile took on a frown, a quivering “Ahh!” escaping from deep within her. Pressing the back of her head into the brick wall, she screamed “Ahh!” repeatedly, sucking in air in gasps and groans between the shrieks. As though the butterflies from before burst like fireworks, she felt a great tornado-like white flame spin alive within her, the heat threatening to overwhelm her. Without hesitation, she threw herself into the surging hellfire, her worldly body flailing wildly as bewildered grunts littered her laughter, her feet soaking in the sensations they so desperately desired. It was as if she had been starved her entire life, sated only just now with the realization of the subterfuge her soles had conspired against her, only now realizing how welcome their torment was. The heat of the storm rose to her face, her cheeks growing bright pink despite the makeup that marred them. Slapping her backside against the wall and yelling with pleasure, she felt one eye shoot open while the other protested in the darkness, keeping an eye on the storm that overtook her. As the flames spread within her she felt her body take on the same glow her comrade gave off, their twin radiance mingling and merging as one in the damp cellar. Tugging in her elbows as best she could, the muscles in her arms, chest and shoulders tensed, a searing pain clawing at them while a distant tsunami of euphoria crested upwards, thwarting the sun’s attempts to bath the land with the gleaming, holy light it sought to share.
A slam came, awakening her from her sleep. Looking up as she laughed and screamed, rocking back and forth in her bindings she saw Tifa running down the stairs, no longer clad in her dress but in her white shirt and black shorts. Gasping out, she moaned "No... don't," but the woman barreled forward. "Stop it, don't," she tried to cry, the quiet words eclipsed by a quick gasp as the man nibbled upon the ball of her foot, pleasure wracking her as the radiance they began to flash, melding together in glorious union. At once she pictured herself sailing across the ocean, the rudder of her boat snapping away as she dashed over several outstanding rocks, careening across the shore while the tsunami chased after her, crashing against the shore just behind her before petering with a whimper.
With a thud, he fell over, Tifa's brown boot hanging in the air. At once the light flickered out, evaporating into the floor. Like an envious ghost the feelings on her foot lingered, prickling at her while she giggled giddily, mentally groping and grasping at the wonderful feelings as they faded away. "...Ok?" she heard distantly from her dream as her arms sagged to her sides, the tepid shackles shrugging nonchalantly as they gave up their prize. "Are you ok?" the too familiar sounds echoed again. She nodded.
"Here." Throwing Aerith's old boots on the table Tifa went back to the stairs. "Come on, we have to hurry!" Wiping wetness from her eyes, Aerith nodded, giving her former foot ware a wary glance as she sat, unmoving. "Aerith was it? Come on, hurry." The woman spun around, shooting up the stairs, a metallic clang and thunk whisking her away. Groaning, Aerith’s arms spilled around her sides as she tugged her knees in; leaning forward as she dug her toes into the table, she pressed her forehead against her knees before turning her head, resting her cheek there while wiping an alchemic streak of tears and sweat that ran towards her chin. A knife felt like it was ripping through her stomach as though in rage at the absence of pleasure. Another tear formed in her eye which she swiped away immediately, the voice from before knocking down the wall she had erected while simultaneously reeling in the thorough memories of the last few minutes.
Huffing, she slid her feet into her boots, the insidious material denouncing her flesh. Springing to the floor, she walked towards the stairs hesitantly as the world about her seemed to spin. As she placed one foot onto the stairwell she looked back at the unconscious man. Turning around, she glided towards him, kissing him gently on the cheek, leaving a stain of lipstick in its wake. Whispering “thank you,” as her hand brushed down his shoulder, she turned towards the stairs again, jogging up the steps. Raising her hands, she began to skip up the steps, catching herself and stopping, the sense of joy muddled with a distant mournful humming as her feet ached for attention. As she flicked a hand through her hair, ringing her fingers through the strands, conscripting them back to order, she remembered that she had abandoned Cloud to that pervert. Leaping up the stairwell, she withdrew the club she had slipped behind her dress. Pressing a hand to the door, she turned and looked down, frowning and sighing as she pushed outward, her gaze remaining locked within the depths until the door slammed shut behind her, sealing that wonderful room away.
