The Barbules of The Feather (M/F Feet)

The Barbules of The Feather (M/F Feet)

-As a note this is a fairly non-con piece.

Through the shadowy mists that coiled around her eyes, a chirping buzzed out, the ground beneath her rolling and wavering as though she were on the sands of a beach that gave out to a great sink hole. Falling through the void, she felt her body go weightless, her back slamming into the bed. Ripping her eyes open, she sat up, pulling the covers over her naked breasts as her head darted around, taking in the sterile hotel room she resigned herself within. Closing her eyes and sighing, she brought a hand to her leaping heart before slapping at the alarm clock.

"About time," came a silky, well-groomed voice from the small hallway, a gilded light pouring uninvited down the darkened room. His thuds approached, and the room screamed alive with light, momentarily blinding her. Raising a hand to her forehead and shielding her eyes, she crunched her shoulders into her neck, groaning as she edged backwards against the bed frame. Through narrow eye slits she watched his muscular, broad shouldered shape cross its arms. "You'll be late," he said, approaching her, steam rolling off of his chest, his only garb, the stark white towel that dashed around his hips, hanging at the left side.

Pressing a knee onto the bed, he crawled towards her, whipping an arm around her and pulling her tight as he nuzzled his smooth face against her neck. Closing her eyes and taking in his soapy scent, she spread her fingers and toes, rubbing her cheek against his damp hair. Pulling her forward, he slipped behind her, placing his steely hands on her shoulders and digging his fingers in, stripping a great weight from her. Leaning forward, she took in a deep breath, sighing as he flicked away her long, golden hair. "Big day today," he said, resting his head upon her shoulder.

Twisting her circular face around, she rubbed her thin, narrow nose against his. "Yup," she spoke simply, her soft, lilting voice peeling through the room like a flower petal weighed down by the gentle summer rain. Stretching her legs forward, her toes escaped from under the white comforter that hid away their rosy polish.

"I really appreciate that you volunteered to test our new lie detector and interrogation methods," he whispered. Tilting her head, she brandished a wide smile, her pearly teeth beaming at him. The whir of the heater buzzed incessantly as they stared into each other’s eyes as she ever so slowly leaned forward with each breath.

Batting her eyelashes, she rubbed her chin against his, whispering “You know I would do anything for you.” Chuckling lightly, she drew her fingernails down his back, her fingers easily gliding over his smooth skin.

Smiling, he sat back a bit, his eyes glimmering like a child on Christmas Day as he began stammering out, “It’s really quite amazing, the machine that is. It detects the tiniest changes, micro-expressions, and—” Closing her eyes, she pressed a finger to his lips.

Fluttering her eyelids open, she spun out, “Don’t be sad when I break your new toy,” while an incisor struck through her vicious, smirking smile. With a snicker he looked away and pushed himself backwards, sliding a leg to the edge of the bed. Shoving himself towards the foot of the bed, his eyes fell to her foot. With a smirk he grasped her foot, pressing his thumbs into the middle of her sole.

Sniffing lightly, she tugged her foot away, shoving her sole into the firm bed, the tips of her toes just barely peeking out from under the sheet. Waving a hand, she spoke simple, mewling words, "Sorry. My feet are off limits." Her lips vacated their stern look, retreating into a coy smile as she tilted her head away, her eyes remaining planted firmly on him.

Pressing his head onto his shoulder and smiling broadly, he patted the bed and looked into her deep, glowing ocean-blue eyes, submerging himself within them. Lost for land, he stayed there for but a moment before sighing and standing up, walking past the simple, wooden chair and small desk near the wall. "Well," he said, rubbing at the back of his neck, "I'm going to get dressed and head in. You can't very well show up at the same time as the head of the agency."

Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around her knees, placing her sharp chin on her forearm. "I work for you," she said, her lips wrapping into her puffy cheeks, "not them."

Pushing his chin into his right shoulder, he cast a single eye at her, a pale smile taking his lips. "Don't you forget that," he said, chuckling. Vanishing around the corner, the bathroom door clicked. Falling back against the bed, she spread her arms to her sides and let out a long breath, taking in the darkness once more.

A pecking came at the glass followed by the flutter of wings. Flicking her eyes open, she rolled her head to the side, staring hazily at the clock. Gasping, she leapt up, throwing the comforter to the floor as she dashed across the room. Hopping into the shower, she turned the gleaming silver handle. At once the showerhead sprayed her with ice cold water that all but immediately steamed into a scalding hot waterfall. Grabbing the bar of soap, she slapped it up and down her torso. Hesitantly lifting a leg and placing her heel to her backside, she spread the bar across her foot, wincing at the slick material striking her nerves. Slapping her leg down, she lifted her other foot, flaying it quickly with the soap while gritting her teeth. Dropping the bar to the ground, she brought her hands to the sides of her head, stroking her hair straight back, the long strands sticking between her shoulder blades.

Skipping out, she shook herself off, grasping at the wad of towels on the floor and slashing them at the top of her head before quickly lowering them and slathering them over her glistening body. Throwing the towel to the ground, she quickly darted into the room, grabbing her black stockings from the floor and tugging them up to her knees, the pink of her toe nails sparkling through the transparent, shadowy material that gobbled her feet up. Snatching up her black leather pants, she squeezed into them then grasped and threw the black turtle neck over her head. Stomping across the room, she snatched up the ends of her long, black leather boots. Slipping her feet into the shimmering black leather, she ran the zipper up the side so that the edges snuggled against calves. As she darted through the small hallway, she reached into the bathroom and grabbed a brush littered with long strands of gold.

Whisking the door open, she spun through, throwing her hair over her left shoulder, quickly scrapping the brush through it, the sounds of her wet hair tearing against the plastic blades riveting down the empty hall. Forcing the heavy, metal door at the hall’s end open, she quickly skipped down the stairwell, spinning around at the landing and skipping down the next set of stairs. Upon landing at the mostly even cement floor, she burst through the glass exit-only door and hobbled into an alleyway.

Looking both ways, she took a running start and leapt at a chain link fence, pulling herself above it then kicking off to the other side, landing with a light thud in a long, narrow parking lot. Dashing past the seemingly endless rows of cars, she huffed in the chill air, the ample blue sky above her mocking her with the appearance of a spring day. Hurdling across the back of a rusted blue car that looked as though hail had pelted it, she pounced onto the roof of another, launching herself into the next row so that she faced the entrance to the submarine shaped building. Stopping for a moment, she straightened the cloth that clung to her neck. Pressing her palm against beneath her chin, she slowly strode through the high glass doors that stood between her and her mission while rubbing at her jawline.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she withdrew pocketed pant after pant. Looking around her, her eyes glazed over a man slumped in front of a monitor, his elbow on the table and his head on his fist. Standing near the tall frame of a metal detector, a man in a black suit with a black tie and black sunglasses waited, his shiny black shoes spread apart at shoulder length and his arms tucked neatly behind him. Down the short hallway a grand staircase rose past the small overhang that barred her sight from looking at it further.

Her eyes fell back upon the man at the monitor as she brought her left hand to her neck, picking at it with her thumb as she felt for her lanyard. A brief image of it lying on the floor of the hotel room danced before her as she sucked in her lower lip, spreading her upper lip over it. The man at the monitor sighed, rubbing his hand up the side of his nose, pushing his cheek inward. Grunting out slow, slurred words, the man grumbled out, “Again? Really?” Spreading his fingers over his eye, he looked between them, sighing and shaking his head as he waved her forward. Nodding, she smiled and carefully stepped past the tall man in the suit, gliding through the buzzing metal detector. Slowly stepping across the marbled tiles, her slightly raised boot heels clicking with each step, she crossed the short hallway. Ascending the stairwell, she ran her hand along the polished wooden boards as she rose.

Arriving at the top of the stair well, she stopped in front of a pair of steel doors. Raising her hand and extending her thumb, she pressed it into the glass panel that rested on the middle of the wall. A green light above the door sprang to life and the doors clicked open. Almost immediately after crossing the threshold of the small elevator the doors shut behind her. Pressing her thumb into the glass panel next to the door, the elevator began diving down the shaft at an alarming pace.

Crossing her arms, she sighed and leaned against the wall behind her. Looking down at her hand, she whipped her pink fingernails up, examining them as her weight vanished from her, a thick whoosh extending from the other side of the walls. Tilting her head up, she pressed the top of her head into the wall of the elevator and sighed.

Raising her right wrist, she glanced at the rumpled black cloth and tugged her sleeve up slightly, glancing at the ghostly imprints of a wristband. Her lips fizzled to the side of her face as she sighed again, pressing her cheek into her shoulder. Licking her lower lip, she slowly counted to herself, numbing her breathing and watching it amble through her lungs as she slowly mouthed out, "One missisippi, two missippi..."

Closing her eyes, she rubbed her cheek against her shoulder, the elevator suddenly thudding as she ratched out a ‘45 mississsippi’. The doors clicked open, extending into a nearly endless white hallway. As she entered the hallway she immediately noticed a sniffling little man squatting against the wall. Swiping at his nose with a rag, the top of his bald head glistened in the fluorescent lights. His eyes fell upon her long boots and he looked up into her face with an "Ah," as he raised his wrist, looking at the golden band that decorated it. Bringing his hands to his ears, he shifted his glasses around as he sputtered out a series of coughs. Rising, he stood slightly hunched over, standing a little shorter than her. Sniffling twice, he dashed the rag under his nose then shuffled off, twisting the handle of the first door on his left. Stretching her neck to the right, then the left, she followed him in.

The room that lay before her was a stark, bright white, with gleaming tiles on the walls, floor and ceiling. Looking down, she saw her reflection smirk back at her as the door clicked shut behind her. Directly in front of her on a raised platform sat a long, tall, black leather chair, with wires of assorted colors running over to a black desk that hosted a computer monitor which faced away from the chair. Stepping to her side, he dropped his left hand, his fingers coiling towards the black chair. Nodding, she stepped across the room, shirking over the wires and up the platform, collapsing heavily into the chair, her form melting into its soft cushions.

As she sat down and placed her arms on the arm rests, two thick, metallic clicks came at her wrists as small, neon blue prongs snapped together over her sleeves. They pressed down snuggly as she sunk further into the chair, sighing at how unbelievably comfortable the material was, the padding seeming to suck her up and conform to her weight like a merciless cloud. A clink came at her ankles, the neon blue bars grasping into them tightly. Twisting her torso in place, her wrists seemed to coordinate with the chair, the bars carrying a gel-like quality that simultaneously pushed against her, quietly suppressing her struggles, while also stickily attaching to her so that the bars moved with her, effectively freezing her in place. Looking at the bonds and whistling, she heard the lens of several cameras whirring from the walls and ceiling. Spinning her head around, she saw nothing save the white panels in the walls and the fluorescent lights that were buried into the ceiling.

The clacking of keyboard keys rumbled through the room, followed by the swish of a mouse rushing against a velvety pad. The man in the white lab coat leaned into the monitor and pinched the rim of his glasses, straightening them before clicking the mouse several times. "Ok," he said, standing straight, his eyes transfixed on the monitor, "I just have a few questions to ask you, to calibrate the machine to you. Your name?"

Shaking her hair from in front of her eyes, she licked her lower lip and responded coolly, the words floating through the room like leaves on the breeze. "Agent Rose." The scientist wheezily blew air through his nose as he tilted his head slightly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. A green light and several squiggling lines appeared in the reflection of his glasses.

Sighing, he crossed his arms, "Your full name," he said, his voice a whimsical disarray of exasperation. "Please."

Shifting in the chair, a strand of hair dangled across her crystal eyes. Pulling at her right wrist, she sat for a moment, her breath stilling to silence. Blowing at the strand briefly, she shook her head and snorted, grumbling out, "That's classified."

"For the sake of this--"

Groaning, she spoke over top of him, their voices spinning together into a whirlwind of sound, "It's classified!"

Pulling a clipboard across the table, he flipped through a few pieces of paper that were hammered to it, noisily letting out a long, vaporous sigh. Dropping the pages, he threw his hand up then slapped his outer thigh. "Alright," he said pointedly, leaning back towards the monitor and clicking the mouse a few times. "What color is the sky."

Rubbing at her shoulder with her cheek, she very quickly began reciting an incantation, "The sky doesn't have an innate color, its dependent upon the atmosphere and--" The monitor gave off a green glow.

Tapping his foot loudly, he sighed, speaking over her, "Could you please answer these questions correctly so that we can move forward?"

With a tut, she clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth, looking to the wall on her left, opposite the man. "Maybe if you asked appropriate questions." Again the monitor spewed out green light.

Grumbling, he flicked open the paper, "Date of bir--"

As soon as she opened his mouth he looked up at her and spoke in rhythm alongside her, "Classified."

Nodding, he threw his hands up and paced behind the desk, tapping it. "Ok," he groaned out, curling his fingers into a half fist and bringing it to his nose, flicking the tip of it with his thumb repeatedly. "Ok," he said again, placing his hands on the table, staring at the monitor, "What color do you perceive the walls of this room as?"

Nodding slowly, she stared straight ahead, towards the door. Drawing in a deep breath, she closed her eyes, her words catching on the tips of her teeth as they left her. "White," she let out, her voice drawling, crystalizing in the air.

Picking up a pen and scribbling on the top sheet of paper, he nodded several times, his eyes flicking back and forth from the paper to the monitor. "And what color do you perceive my coat as?"

"White," she said again, quicker this time, her eyes wincing slightly as she drew in a thin breath, flicking the toes of her right foot within her boot.

Tapping the top of the pen against the board several times, the man opened his mouth slightly, biting into his tongue. For a moment he stared at the monitor blankly, his eyes glazed over. As though a chill wind blew through the room he jumped in place, shaking his head before quickly muttering out "Would you say that I am balding?"

"Yes," she said, craning her neck backward, staring into the ceiling.

"Good, good," he said, setting the pen down and placing his hand on the mouse, wiggling it around. "Who do you work for?"

She froze, the muscles around her eyes growing tense as she halted her breath. Her heart leapt within her chest as she saw a flash of red blink within his glasses. Lifting an eyebrow, he repeated the question, his hand walking upon its fingers toward the pen as his voice slowly, meticulously carved out, "Who do you work for?"

Licking her upper lip, she clicked her tongue against her teeth and nodded, her words silently rattling against one another, "The Federal Bureau of Investigations." Another flash of red in the man's glasses, her heart clicking wildly in her wrists, her breath becoming light and rapid. Freezing in place, she stared forward, the skin around her eyes desperately trying to twitch.

Nodding, the scientist picked up his pen, scratching at the paper without taking his eyes from the monitor. Glancing quickly at the paper then back at the monitor, he wheezed out, "Your last assignment."

Parting her lips, she sat for a second, stunned. Her eyes twitched several times as they tried to flick around the room, her willpower forcing them to remain in place. Lines formed around her eyes as she struggled to keep them still. Exhaling slowly, she breathed out, "That's classified." A splattering of green gushed against his glasses.

Picking up the clipboard, he flipped through the papers. "No, it isn’t.” he said furtively while eying the monitor. Tapping his finger against the clipboard, he set it down, his hand shaking as he fumbled to open a drawer. "Well," he said, as one hand dropped into the drawer, rattling against several objects while his other swished the mouse to the right and clicked. A tightness formed around the sides of her head, locking it in place. Spinning her eyes, she saw just out of the corner of them the same neon blue that wrapped around her wrists. Fidgeting with her neck, she let her head rest against the backrest, the cozy blue bar closing in on her like the softest of pillows. Shutting the drawer, he walked out from in front of the monitor, a needle trembling in his hand. His footsteps thudded hollowly as he approached her, his eyes wide as his lips flapped, his nasally voice mutedly muttering, "at least we don't have to emulate the second part."

Clenching her hands into fists, she pushed herself back into the chair, neon blue hooks making a schnick sound as they pinched over her shoulders. Swinging around in front of the table, he spun the monitor around, the display becoming apparent. In the bottom left, a line rattled back and forth, growing more erratic as her pulse quickened. In the top left various characters and numbers flickered and raced against one another; squinting, she found herself unable to make them out. In the top right corner rested several images of a human brain, one from a top down perspective and another from the side, both lighting up with various hues of greens, yellows and reds as her thoughts rushed through her like water trickling down a steely mountainside. A clamping sound came from below her, a tightness vibrating over top of her boots as a whirring sound rolled from beneath her. The bottoms of her boots buzzed, her eyes distracted by the final, curious image on the bottom right of the monitor: the soles of two feet.

With a schlorp, sucking sound, she felt a breeze negotiate with the bottoms of her feet as the chair whirred, her legs lifting up as the chair extended them slightly in front of her, pointing her soles at an angle. As her feet rose, the gel that covered the tops of her boots expanded and stretched, plopping away from the base with a schlock. The gel snapped together like a rubber band made of jelly, the stuff remaining attached to her boots. Nodding, the scientist moved forward and knelt down, raising a hand and wiggling his fingers against her sole, the swish of skin against silk sweeping through the room. Cooing and giggling, she sat, frozen, her toes curling forward, extending past where the bottoms of her boots had been. The scientist's head focused on the monitor as flashes of green and red rippled across the image of the left foot and the centers of the brain.

Standing up, he crossed his arms, his eyes transfixed on the monitor as the flares slowly burned out. Sucking in her lower lip, she felt the bar that was fixed onto the top of her boots extend, wrapping around her feet with a tiny, malleable wire that curtailed just beneath her toes. A second wire extended overtop of her boots, wrapping around the backside and extending tiny claws into the sides of her heels. Flexing her feet, she pushed against the bar, her feet nearly immobile, held by the top of her boots and the wires that fixed them there. The image of the director appeared before her as she cursed under her breath: he had to have known. The numbers and dials fluctuated rapidly, then calmed down as she stilled her breath.

Exhaling, she looked around, her fingers wiggling as butterflies pawed at her stomach. Desperate to take control of the situation, she nudged her rounded chin towards the needle in the man’s hand, whispering out, "What is that?"

Standing still for a moment, he looked at the vial, his eyes transfixed on the swirling whites and silvers within the syringe. He sniffled, chuckling out, "That's classified." Shaking his head, he pressed his hand against his nose, rubbing at the side of it with his index and middle fingers. "Just a compound we've been testing. It's based on some ancient witchcraft. We borrowed the formula from some…” He paused, sighing as he looked to the floor, fidgeting with his polished shoe. “extremists,” he quickly called out, before continuing on hastily as he stepped towards her, “perverts, really. The formula is slightly modified, but well, that’s above your paygrade."

Clamping down her teeth, she sucked in a bout of air as she looked away, coughing out, "So this is untested."

"Oh no,” he said, lifting his head and straightening his back, “No, no. It's very tested."

With a nod, he raised the needle to his face, flicking it with his other hand. Ushering forward, he pressed it into her neck. Raising an eyebrow, she felt a pressure against her neck but not the prick of a needle. As he stepped back she tilted her head ever so slightly, raising her eyebrows, her mouth opening slowly. The monitor started flashing violent shades of red. Immediately her eyes spun towards the panel, her lower lids raising in puzzlement. The line on the left went erratic and she gasped, pushing her head back into the chair as her body churned with molten fire, a great white light blinding her. Within a moment it passed, and she sat up as much as her bindings would allow, exhaling a long, gentle breath. A rush of hunger filled her stomach, her skin prickling and the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Looking down, she pinched her toes together, the tips of her pink nails extending just beyond the tips of her boots. It suddenly felt as though she stood on top of water as a hundred unique, feathery breezes coiled beneath her feet. The man shifted his weight from one leg to another and she immediately felt the venomous fangs of the air curl around her soles.

Inhaling heavy, rapid breaths, she felt sweat bead up on her forehead, her eyes fluttering to the monitor, the images of the feet pulsing with red as an ache crawled across her toes. "What was that?" she panted out, gasping for air.

"It's mostly water, but it seems to enhance or produce an excess of dopamine, oxytocin, norepinephrine, and serotonin.” Taping his cheek, he bit the inside of his lower lip. “Well, under certain circumstances," he mustered out in a breathy exhale.

"Alright," she said, "I know what one of those is," the monitor flashed a green out of the corner of her eyes. Drawing in short, quick breaths, she felt a weight forming around her eyes as words clawed their way out of her throat. "What are the rest?"

Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he knelt down near the chair again, "Showing will be much faster." A gentle swipe resounded at her heels, marching up the center of her foot in a single line laced with laughter, upturning a parade of mirth from her.

Shoving her toes into the warm bindings, she churled out a giggle as a euphoric wave pulsed through her. Her upper lip lifted away as her bottom one fell into a curve, the two cohorts conniving together to betray her sensitivity. Pushing her right shoulder back into the chair, she shirked downward as best she could, the toes of her other foot flicking at the top of her boots while she panted several times, rearing back to laugh.

A great bonfire swirled within her, warming her as her blood turned to a sweet syrup, coaxing her with all sorts of pleasant sundries. Her mind raced as the sensations formed a wall of pointy sticks around her. Suddenly the barricade began closing in, encroaching her until she controlled only a sliver of her mind, the rest of her body shifting to autopilot to deal with the sensations. Bright flashes of red spewed from the monitor as she twisted and giggled. Edging the left side of her foot backward, she nudged the ball of her foot forward, twisting the center of her sole slightly away from the dogged finger. Her mind barked out the orders to scream ‘Stop, please, not my feet, anything but tickling’, but the words fell apart as they ventured over the wall, vanishing into those unknown lands, and though her tongue received whisperings of their mission, it refused to comply.

Dashing his finger downward once, the scientist dropped his hands to the floor, tapping at it with his knuckles as he turned towards the monitor. Sniffing in air, she continued to twitch and giggle, her smile feeling as though it were permanently etched into her face. An erratic tingling reverberated through the thick lines that carved themselves into her cheeks, the reckless smile refusing to detract itself. As she nasally breathed in the air, soaking in its warm radiance, a chill crackled down her spine, forcing goosebumps on the back of her neck. Her fingers and toes grew devilishly cold as though she were caught unaware and unprotected in a blizzard, a hell song of snow flailing her, whiting out the existence of anything but the pain. Sweat beaded up on her forehead as a lump of iron rolled within her stomach, the ore punching at her while the feeling in her fingers and toes ran up her arms, her blood turning to icicles as it coursed through her withering frame.

Lifting the upper left side of her lip into a twitching mass, she winced, flinching at the air that now prickled her lungs as she panted. Closing her eyes and groaning, she heard the swish of the scientist's lab coat as he limply let out a "Hm." Bartering her eyes open, she stared through half slits at the monitor, tendrils of blue rippling across the image of the brain. With clipboard in hand, the scientist scribbled upon the clipboard while muttering, "Excellent."

Drawing in a deep breath, she pinched her lips shut, blowing it out like a wave of smoke as the chills ran its fingers across her ribs. Shivering, she arched her fingers back and shakily called out, "What did you do to me?"

Peering down at the table, he set the clipboard against it with a click. Quickly straightening his glasses, he looked at her then tucked his thumb and index finger on either side of his pointed chin, eying her as she panted. Gritting her teeth, she craned her neck, tilting her head back and groaning, frosty fingers clamping around her body. "The formula causes your brain to release an excess of feel-good hormones and endorphins when your feet are stimulated," he spoke simply, dropping his hand and crossing his arms, wrapping his fingers around his elbows. "Flooding your body with that much, and then shutting the flow, causes withdrawal symptoms."

Peering through narrow slits of her eyelids, she breathed out heavily, her tongue becoming thick and cumbersome. Licking her lips, she slapped them together, moisture evaporating from her mouth. Flitting her eyes over to the monitor, she watched as the blue tendrils pierced the image, their tentacles growing darker. Spreading her lips, she shifted her shoulders in the chair as she wheezed out, "Fix this."

Striding across the floor and kneeling in front of her, he smirked, "It's temporary, but there's only one way to relieve the symptoms." For a moment he sat, admiring her twitching soles, their strong outline and cloudy complexion held for ransom by the umbra of material. Sniffing loudly, her eyes shot open and spied him as he raised his hands. Gently touching her heel, he turned her feet as much as the gel would allow, a devious smile decorating his lips as he examined the cloth that made her soles far more appealing yet seemed to cry for its own expulsion. The word ‘Don't’ formed on her lips then dried up, her eyes watering as she bit it down, rearing it back, a frigid envy filling her torso.

Pressing an index finger into the middle of her foot, he sniffled and smirked as she exploded violently with laughter. Wincing, she shook her arms and legs against the bonds that seemed to glue themselves to her, the gentle bindings devouring her movement so that her muscles only twitched helplessly. Digging her fingers into the armrest, she attempted to lean forward, the shoulder restraints dominating her, turning her into a subservient, willing victim as her short, plump toes flickered in blissful remorse. At once the chills were vanquished as though the sun’s rays rained over top of her, her form melting into the sand of a distant beach while the slap of waves against gravel comforted her. Her toes began to buzz with a tingling, golden light that pulsed and surged up her legs, clawing across her rib cage and breasts like the joy that plays before a cramp.

Her mind spun into a surly tornado of vaporous dust and wind as she succumbed to the will of her soles. Though he simply stroked her feet with a finger each, she rattled the cages of her bondage, spewing long, continuous strands of laughter. With one yelp of "aieee," she set off down the track, cackling out a foggy "Ahhhahahaha!" endlessly as she sunk further away, her whole body pulsing with the wonderful heat of the sun pouring over top of her on a breezy summer day. Thoughts whispered across the back of her neck, secret nothings that were swept up into the grey, viscous tornado that ravaged her mind. Still, the thoughts haunted her, slain ghosts crying out ‘No more,’ yet their vengeful howls soon disappeared into the curling air.

Wailing loudly, she began panting defeated giggles between moan after moan, the tornado igniting into an inferno, burning her flesh asunder. Again and again she moaned, the slight touches at her feet sparking against her soul as she rushed to greet them, welcoming them to stay for as long as they please. Disregarding her hospitality, they soon fled, the room whirling into silence. Sweating profusely, her neck fell lax, the restraints holding it up as she attempted to mouth out, 'this is too much,' though her voice only carried the words "Don't stop." The monitor briefly flickered a green as her eyes fell to it. Groaning at the reminder of the truth that salted her words, she sank down, the ghastly chills reaching up around her breasts. "Anything," she said, gulping as she inhaled a bout of air, "Just tickle me, please," she called out, her eyes watering, her mind distantly wincing at her words.

Snatching up the clipboard, he flicked over the papers quickly, "Your name?"

The restraints sluggishly fell away as she panted out, "Amelia Rosalina." Allowing her head to fall limply, she felt an ache at the back of her mind pleading with her, saying 'Don't.' Mimicking the thought, she looked up, her eyes bobbing through the mess of golden sunshine that scattered over her face, "Don't stop."

"We're almost done," he said, snatching up a pen and scribbling at the paper. "Who do you work for?"

"The Director!" she cried out, spreading her lips wide, gritting her teeth as she pushed her head back into the chair, her whole body shivering wildly. "I work exclusively for the Director!" Flashes of green came at the screen, the wicked blue lines snaking their way across the image of the brain. Extending her fingers, they twitched out of sync with one another as she flicked her big toes against her longest ones.

"Hm." he said, tapping the tip of his pen at the paper. Rubbing at the side of his face with the back of it, he looked at her, "What was your last mission?"

Groaning loudly, she wrapped her hands around her stomach, the ball of iron reforming into spiked steel, the mass tearing through her. Peeling her eyes open, she shot down, reeling the zippers on her boots away, tossing her adversaries to the floor as she rubbed the tops of her feet, their pink nails pleading with her for sustenance. Shaking her head, she shivered thoroughly as the deathly hands gripped her neck, massaging her. "I can't," she said, the monitor flickering with a green light.

The eyebrows on his face edged upwards as he drolled out, "I can only tickle you if you tell me everything."

Shooting back into the chair, her eyes wide, she leaned forward, "South America, taking out agents that do not support the director." Hissing, she spun her head, pressing her nose into her shoulder, letting out a long, pained sob of, "please."

Scribbling at the paper and nodding, he set the clipboard down on the table, clicking a button on the monitor, the light flickering into darkness. With a swift motion he fell to one knee, plucking her ankles up and placing them on his raised knee. Looking up to her face, he stared at her, her eyes furrowing downward, her mind collapsing into a red mass as she yelled out, "Tickle my feet!"

"As you wish," he muttered, slathering his fingers across her soles. At once she kicked her knees into the air, tucking them into her stomach. Rolling onto her side, she convulsed with giggles. Reaching up, he plucked at her exposed soles, slipping his fingers across the night colored nylons as she spun back and forth in the chair, her jaw dropping as far as possible to accommodate for the intense emotions that spilled from her.

Though she pushed her legs together, her feet flapped up and down, turning at an angle and fleeing from her savior. "I can't hold still!" she shouted out over her laughter as she bucked in place. Laughing with an intense gusto, she screamed out, "You have to tie me down!", the words carving themselves into the wall. At once he stopped, scratching at his head. Immediately, she kicked her legs down, setting them alongside the foot rest of the chair. The blue gel gushed around her ankles again, with thin lines spilling down the tops of her feet as tiny rings pierced her stockings and locked her toes in place. Snorting long and loudly, she inhaled quickly, gulping as she swiped damp hair from her forehead. Licking her lower lip, she inhaled deeply, a salvo of icicles needling her sides.

"Forgive me," he said, rubbing his thumb against his nose as he looked away, "I'm not as good of a tickler as the d--"

"I don't care!" she cried out over him. With a nod, he raised his hands, wiggling his fingers at her immobile soles. Slapping her hands at the arm rests, she gripped into them so tightly the color from her hands drained away. Shaking forward then slamming into the back of the chair, she hopped in place, fast, sizzling "Ahh's!" convulsing from her mouth as she dabbled out inhales. His hands fell heavily against her, his fingertips stroking at her arches. Her toes wiggled within their bindings as her mind fell to a static pulse of 'I can't take this! This is too much!' Screaming out "Don't stop," she shook her head frantically, heaving out a grand "Ahhh!" Extending her back and pushing her legs out, she felt her ribcage splintering from pent up laughter as she called out, "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Rolling her head back, she felt her abdomen spasm as her mind blanked, a rolling guffaw piercing the room. A blinding light pierced her stomach as it tightened and spasmed repeatedly. Clamping her teeth shut, she brought her left hand to her face, tucking her palm underneath her chin and covering her mouth while her fingers spread over her eye. The long fingers of her other hand clawed down her forehead while pushing the tip of her nose away as air jingled between her teeth. Spears of light seemed to strike her from all sides as her face went bright red. Screaming out an "Aieee,"she shrieked with volatile laughter that threatened to detonate her very being and engulf the room in an illuminous twilight. Slapping her hands against the armrests, she thrust her left hip forward, clicking her knees together as her toes fought with their bonds, attempting to protect her feet from the cavalry that marched across her wavering wrinkles.

Biting her lower lip, she thrust her abdomen forward again, letting out a long, breathy moan of "Aiee," as she laughed harder than she ever imagined possible. Willingly painting a smile onto her face, she felt as though she had become a jovial clown, the world at her disposal. Expelling long rivers of laughter, she writhed within the chair, a flood of joy and bliss overwhelming her mind. Over the swell of waves surfing and surging against one another, she distantly sensed her old self pleading that she couldn't take anymore, that this was too much. Shoving the words away she spiraled in the chair, laughing.

Wind rushed around her as the sensations stopped. Prying her eyes open, she watched as the scientist tugged at the veil of fabric forbidding her toes from the freedom they desired. Hissing out a "Yes, yes!" as the scientist tore the material away, exposing her pink outlined milky soles, she attempted to wiggle her toes, her feet fidgeting just as his fingers crossed into that once-restricted territory. Leaning forward, she shrieked as he began titillating her properly exposed sole.

The moment his fingers touched her bare flesh the world fell to a darkness deeper than the blackest night. Within moments the sky before her lit up with a thousand fiery-white stars that exploded like fireworks, filling her world with an indescribable radiance. Throwing her head back, she let her mouth fall wide open as she howled loudly, expelling her entire existence into one long, shrill cry. Though his fingers waltzed slowly across her flesh, the pureness of his touch seared her as though he plucked at her very soul, their worlds melding into one joyous union. It was as though everything she had experienced before her soles were laid bare was but a mockery of the reality that she now experienced.

His touches were quick and lithe, lingering in the impoverished centers of her feet. They were simple strikes, his fingers craning like hooks as he rattled them back and forth. Brandishing the smooth edges of his clean-cut nails deeply into her flesh, he left small creases of pink in the wake of his onslaught. Unable to bend her toes or rattle her heels, she weathered the full force of his assault, the soft tips of his fingers striking away at the checkered lines where wrinkles overlapped and converged. Casting aside the doctrines of isolation, he romped across that desolate realm, sowing into it brilliant sensations fated to flourish and prosper.

Even as she cried and screamed, emptying hitherto unknown emotions into the world, she felt a blazing hole burn within her. It grew and grew as she screamed, a deep, impassioned need to fill it with tickling scorching her alive, and yet the more she dumped into it, the larger the hole grew, until it threatened to consume her entirety. Feeling her eyes pinch shut near her tear ducts, she continued to scream, shaking her head back and forth as the bestial craving, the absolute need, to have her bare feet touched by another drowned out her identity of self. Beyond her euphoria she sensed a bright green flashing plague her, submerging her in a sea of undeniable truth.

A muffled voice trilled out over an intercom, the season of harvest at her feet halting. Panting, she leaned forward, sweat dripping from her brow as a chill niggled at the center of her back. Tears welled in her eyes as ears distantly caught the words "—successful mission."

Shaking her head, she began to plead, "No, no! Don't stop! Not now! Please!" Burrowing her nails into the arm rests, she shot forward. Barring her teeth, the muscles in her neck vied for freedom as she howled out incoherent words from her bright red face.

The voice chalkily called out again, “This was a successful test. That will be all.” For a moment her eyes sparkled at the recognition of the director’s voice, but as the silence dragged onward she felt a weight pull her insides downward. The intercom clicked off and her bindings fizzled backward, freeing her feet.

Hissing, she panted an agonized groan as ice filled her body. Bringing her knees to her chest, she rocked onto her side, whimpering as she brushed her hands against her feet, her touch deafened compared to her opponent’s. "Please," she whimpered out, "Please, please."

Sniffling, the scientist rose, rubbing his finger under his nose as he plucked the clipboard and moved towards the door. "No," she called out. Wheezing out more vapid words, she rapidly cried, "No, no no, nonono! Don't go! Please!!!"

Shivering, the scientist looked over at her, adjusting his glasses on his nose, his eyes glossed over and a pained look decorating his open mouth. Closing his eyes and sighing, he lowered his hand, rubbing at his elbow, the clipboard dangling precariously on the ends of his fingers. "You should feel better in an hour or so," he said, stepping backwards.

Clawing at the air before her, the muscles in her neck tightened as pain rippled through her. Stumbling within her throne, she cried out, "Just a little more! Just a little while longer!" Turning slightly, he placed his hand on the door knob, twisting it. At once she screamed out, "Please!" her voice retching through the room, scraping at the tiles as though her words were nails clawing at a chalkboard. Her eyebrows twitched as her head creaked upwards towards where she imagined the intercom to be. Madness sparkled across her eyes as they opened and shut independently of one another. With a mournful groan, she called out "Make this permanent!"

Extending his tongue, he clicked his teeth over it, that muscle poking out between his lips. Turning, he sighed and twisted the door open, passing through and clicking it shut behind him. For a moment she sat, frozen in an optimistic pose. Within seconds her face melted downward, the edges of her lips drooping as tears streaked down her cheek. Pressing her face into the backside of the chair, she gripped it with her hands, shaking it as she morosely let out a vampiric shriek, loud sobs splitting the room in two.