Backstep
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A century after a genetically engineered virus stopped any new males from being born and gave mutations called 'attributes' to newborn females, the last alliances of civilization fight for scarce resources, especially the sperm that now-extinct men left behind...
She was beautiful, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, not after over a century since the virus to end all viruses had burned across the world, leaving society’s desiccating husk behind. Dark red hair framed a somewhat pale, almost supernaturally alluring face, ruby lips forming a wry smile with a slash of freckles across the nose. The name Molly had been hastily scribbled under the photo along with a computer-generated set of statistics: Estimated age 29, 170cm, 61kg, shoe size 10 US. The word ‘Attribute’ was followed with a blank line in addition to several more lines below to write notes on the increasingly rare physical piece of paper which Ferren Turner held in one hand.
“It’s not much to start with.” Ferren observed, tucking the page into the side of a large attache while she and her escort walked down a dimly lit corridor.
“We were waiting for you.” Li Na was a lovely woman of East Asian descent just on the other side of 40 with flowing dark hair and a perpetual frown, etched in the corner of her lips by a lifetime of disappointed longing. “It’s your show.” They reached an elevator at the end of the walk and she pushed the up button.
“It’s fine, I still appreciate a blank slate.” There was a beat of silence as the lift made its way down. “I don’t usually get contract work for larger Metanational members; I’m surprised you don’t have an interrogator on staff.”
Li’s frown deepened. “We did but had to let her go recently since she was doing business with the Arab Protectorates on the side.” She didn’t have to add that letting her go didn’t mean she was simply fired from her position. “Are you interested in applying?” The tone of her voice clearly indicated that she had mixed feelings on the matter.
Ferren shook her head, short dirty blond hair swaying over her ears. “I’m satisfied with where I’m at, thank you.” She was far from satisfied in general, but didn’t bother saying so since most people were born, lived, and died utterly unsatisfied, and had been doing so for a very long time. “Have you ever participated in one of these?”
The door chimed and opened to admit the pair of them. “Just observed.” She pulled a key fob from her pocket of her pants suit, twisted it in the appropriate slot and pushed 31, the second-highest floor available. “I want to be in line for the COO position, and it’s recommended that I assist as part of an executive training program.” The elevator closed and whisked them upwards.
“Right.” Ferren tried to keep a poker face, but couldn’t help wrinkling her nose just a little in mild distaste at the notion. “Molly’s been fed and watered?”
“Per your instructions. And we’ve printed out the table and restraints; she should be in them by now.” Li pulled out a pair of lenses from a sleeve pocket and slipped them over her nose and behind her ears. She gave a subvocal command and checked the time.
Ferren did a better job at concealing her response to this; she was somewhat unique in thinking that the devices made women more alluring rather than finding the technology sterilely utilitarian. After a brief sideways glance, she kept her eyes on the number above the door as it approached their destination. “Just follow my lead and feel free to ask questions. If you’re here to learn, then I’m being paid well enough to teach you.”
Li smirked as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. “Yes, ma’am. Fifth door on the right.” The women, both dressed similarly, walked down the hall, their 3” heels making a swooping, scuffling sound as they made their way along. They stopped in front of the door, Li lifting her lenses and putting her right eye up to a scanner on the wall next to it, leading to a click. “Showtime.” She pushed the handle down and they entered.
The windowless room was a 3 meter square with a linoleum floor and recessed lighting, giving it a harsh hospital feel. Molly was lying on a table with light padding set on a hydraulic press, her arms at her sides, palms up. Each of her limbs was strapped down in several places to restrict movement, and each limb was secured in its own slot that could swivel. Still wearing the white shorts and blue t-shirt she had been wearing the day before, she was gagged and squirming as the pair came into the room, closing the door behind them, hazel eyes quaking in fear.
Ferren set her case down on a small table off to one side, placed her thumb against a side plate to unlock, and opened it. She pulled out a round metal disc about the size and thickness of a cracker and pulled down the collar of Molly’s shirt a few inches, the top of a cream-colored bra just visible while she gave a muffled yelp. Ferren laid the disc gently on the exposed skin, where it adhered on its own and let go, turning back to the case. “To monitor her vital signs,” she explained to Li, pulling out a pair of her own lenses to look at live feedback from the device. “Want to see as well?”
“Sure,” Li replied, who was already impressed since the previous interrogator had never done prep of that ilk before.
Ferren sent a link for the live data feed and then pulled out a tiny cloth ball that she squeezed and a small syringe with a few cc’s of a clear fluid. She rubbed the cloth ball on Molly’s arm and then injected her. “Something to take the edge off.” She threw both in a small metal trash can off to the side.
Li blinked. “Why?”
“You’ll see. Raise her to… here.” She laid a hand flat to indicate a spot chest-high.
Li toggled through the controls on the display in her lenses and activated the piston under the table which raised it up.
Ferren brought out a tripod with a camera and placed it at the foot of the table. The telescoping rod adjusted automatically to focus on the bottom of Molly’s sneakers and fed clear video to Ferren’s lenses, who then removed the image from her sight after making a satisfied noise. She pulled a second tiny camera and set it on the table next to the case, fiddling with the settings.
“Why two cameras?” Li asked.
“Only this one next to my attache is recording. You’ll understand later.”
“Mysterious.” Li had meant to say it slyly, but it came out flat.
If Ferren was offended she didn’t show it. She activated the camera, checked the feed in her lenses and then dismissed it. “Interrogation of subject ‘Molly’ for Impulse Industries, central member of the Western Metanational Alliance. Dated the thirty-first of May, 2131 at 14:03 GMT from eastern North America, location classified.”
Li went to remove the gag. “Let’s see what you have to say.”
“Not yet.” Ferren held up a hand. “We need to establish ourselves.” She untucked Molly’s shirt and pulled it up just under the bra, exposing her midriff. “Feel free to explore her tummy for a moment while I get her shoes untied.”
Li ran a finger lazily in a circle around Molly’s belly, causing the young woman’s breath to hitch behind the gag. “Hm, a little reaction already, I like it.” Molly winced and turned her head away.
Ferren took her time unlacing the sneakers, loosening them gently over the course of a minute so that they were barely staying on. “There. Play with her belly button, will you?”
Li realized what she had in mind and gave a wink. “Here we go.” She wormed a finger into Molly’s quivering navel. “Ah, I think she likes it.”
Molly’s teeth were gritted behind her gag and she squirmed on the table, loosened shoes flopping around. Her eyes were shut while she grimaced.
“She’s trying to fight me, I love it.” Li blew a raspberry on Moly’s warm bare belly.
The shoes continued to flop up and down while Molly struggled, letting out a frustrated snickering behind the gag.
“Here.” Li pulled her hair back and dipped her tongue into the navel, relishing the delicate texture of the skin, nipping the edge.
Molly shook with giggles, flailing with enough gusto to shake the shoes loose which clattered to the floor, leaving a pair of socks exposed.
“Good.” Ferren held the tip of the left sock and gave a tug, then did likewise on the other one. “We move in stages so that the subject is rendered increasingly vulnerable.” She repeated the tugs so that the edge of the socks just barely covered the heels.
“It resembles a striptease,” Li noted.
“Indeed.”
Molly gave a series of grunts of protest.
“Go ahead and tease her verbally,” Ferren suggested. “We only get to do this for the first time once, so let’s make it count.” She took the edge of the opening of each sock and rolled it over to expose the lower third of Molly’s slightly rough heels.
Li came around to the head of the table and ran a fingernail along Molly’s cheek. “We’re going to peel those socks off and tease those pretty peds, Molly. I can’t wait to see what they look like. When we’re done with you, you’ll beg to tell us everything you know.” She kissed the bound woman’s forehead and raised an eyebrow at Ferren.
“Not bad.” Ferren exposed both heels fully and ran a fingernail along the left one, causing Molly to squeak. “Little at a time.” she gave a few tiny tugs while the socks inched upwards.
Li came around and watched. “I wish the arches were a little higher, they’re my favorite.”
Ferren kept tugging, gently exposing the milky skin of Molly’s bare feet a few millimeters at a time. “A little meatier than you’d expect for someone her size, but that’s what advertisers used to like for foot models back in the day.”
“I wouldn’t know, I was never in marketing.”
Most gave a quiet, anxious growl behind the gag.
“Little more… and…there.” Ferren removed them with a flourish, showing off a well, cared-for pair of 9.5’s with salmon-colored nail polish, the short toes giving a reflexive spread and then scrunch. She studied them for a few seconds, appreciating the musk. “Looks like the sneakers were a bit bigger than expected, the computer was off by half a size.” She tossed one sock carelessly on top of the shoes and gave the other to Li. “Let her have a whiff, if you would.” She saw the hesitation on Li’s face. “I won’t do anything until you’re done.” She went to the attache and prepared for everything that was to come.
Li dangled the sock over Molly’s face. “Quite the scent from not having bathed since, what, yesterday? The day before?” She lowered the opening just over Molly’s face, who swung her head violently to the right and then back again to avoid it. “Oh, come on. Just a little?”
“Here.” Ferren brought up the table’s schematics and raised a pair of foam bumpers to block either side of Molly’s head, one of which unfurled a strap at the corner. “That should help.”
Li connected the strap which helped to all but immobilize Molly’s head. “Here we are.” She lowered the end of the sock over Molly’s nose and held it there with one hand while covering the gagged mouth with the other. “Come on, deep breaths.”
Molly jerked in her bonds, hands clenched as she tried to hold her breath.
Ferren watched the struggle for a moment before gently scratching at the sides of Molly’s belly to help. “A few seconds and she’ll capitulate.”
Molly’s belly quaked in reflexive giggling, causing a sharp inhalation, her eyes wide at the smell of her own feet.
“There we go,” Li cooed. “Nice mustiness.”
Molly gave a series of short sharp inhales trying to avoid her own scent and gentle tickles along her sides, eyes swimmy.
“No tearing up yet,” Li admonished. “You’ll be shedding plenty.”
Ferren stopped and went back to her case. “A couple of more sniffs won’t hurt and then we’ll start on her feet.”
“You hear that? Time to tickle your tootsies.”
Molly breathed in her own musk again and gave a thin cry that might have been an attempt to beg for them to stop.
Li made her take a few more skunked breaths before pulling the sock away and giving a whiff herself. “It’s a days-old spilled beer smell, which is nice. Brings me back to my sorority days.” She tossed the sock onto the sneakers and came around. “Pretty, if not entirely perfect. Where do we start?”
“With our fingers to start, no need to get out any tools yet.” She took the right big toe with one hand and slid a finger on the other between it and the second, then the second and the third, watching them wiggle and flail. “That’s good,” she mumbled. “Yes, that’ll work,” she confirmed a little louder.
Li was teasing. “This little piggy went to market…” working her way down each toe.
Molly was already cackling behind the gag, squirming in the straps as they played with her toes. Her eyes were shut and she made frustrated, clenching noises in her throat amongst her increasingly uncontrollable giggling as she tried to whip her head from side to side and couldn’t.
“Not the good bit yet,” Ferren said as Li reached the pinky toe. “Work down the edge and around the heel. We need to build up the tension.”
“Okay.”
“There, in gentle circles. Go ahead and slip a hand under the ankle, but no need to hold the toes yet, that heel won’t move far.”
They worked their short fingernails along the pink heels, tracing the whorls on the skin, watching the feet squirm and flex while Molly continued her long, helpless giggling fit behind the gag. Her cheeks grew a light shade of pink.
“Feel the light roughness? When we go back over it later, I’ll show you how to dig in to get a stronger reaction.”
Li was transfixed by the moment. “And now?”
“Stay with the heels and toes, I’ll get what’s coming next.”
Li took the two big toes in each hand, then worked down again. “We’re going to search all of these good spots, Molly.” She turned to Ferren, who was rummaging in her case. “Hey, how long until we get the gag off?”
“A while yet.” She pulled out a pair of small paint brushes and a small jar of olive oil. “I’ll tell you what to look for when we get closer.” She handed a brush to Li and opened the jar, offering a whiff. “Basil infused. There’s a reason.”
“Any particular technique?” Li dipped the brush.
“No, just make sure her feet are oily, that should be enough.” Ferren did likewise.
Both women began stroking the soft, thin brushes along Molly’s writhing soles. Li was tracing the soft crinkles along the arch as the toes scrunched, holding the back of the foot steady. Ferren worked her brush in wide circles, slowly making them smaller, approaching what was usually the most sensitive spot on the arch.
Molly burst out laughing behind her gag, unable to resist the ticklish sensations crawling up her legs, shoulders flexing back and forth against the bonds. Occasionally, a brush would need to be redipped or a spot would be stroked that wasn’t quite as sensitive, causing her to hold her breath and screw up her face in resistance before feeling the flood of giggles start all over again.
“I think she likes it,” Li said. “Listen to that melody of laughter.” She dabbed at some patches of skin that didn’t yet have a nice, glossy finish.
“It’s going well,” Ferren agreed. “Keep it up.” The patch of skin that wasn’t slick grew smaller with each pass of the brush.
Molly’s face grew a little more pink with the strain, not only from continued laughter, but also from pressing against her bonds and not getting as much air through the gag. Her neck craned and she felt her eyes begin to gloss with tears. She let out a reflexive shriek as Ferren’s brush finally hit the sweet spot near the dead-center of her sole.
“Make sure to get between her toes.” Ferren spun her oily brush between the big and second toe, leaving a shiny gloss between them.
“Yep, no problem.” Li copied the move, enjoying the gagged squeals.
After a moment more, Molly’s feet were coated in an aromatic, dripping gloss. Her once pale, wrinkled soles were tinged with amber. She whimpered in relief as they stopped to admire the handiwork.
“Nice,” Li said with a low whistle. “What do we do to her next?”
“A momentary change of pace.” Ferren gave a command.
Molly gave a gasp of panic as the arms of the table moved upwards on their swivels. They swung slowly outwards to a T-shape, and then over her head until her wrists almost touched, and only being restrained with her palms up instead of down prevented a pair of broken arms. Her eyes were wide and shimmering as her vulnerability increased further.
“There,” Ferren said. “Now we don’t know her worst spots yet, but before we go back to her feet, we need to tickle her armpits.”
Molly tried to shake her head in protest and shouted into the gag.
“Can we count her ribs?” Li asked, looking incredibly mischievous. “I’ve always wanted to try that.”
“Sure, just go under her shirt. It adds to the tension.”
Each of the women slipped a hand under the shirt and ran their fingers along the skin, covered in goosebumps. “One… two… three… four…” Li was counting out loud.
Molly was wailing into the gag, not quite able to articulate a plea for mercy.
“Oops, there’s a bra in the way. Should we start over? Or maybe we could just get that cleared away, hmm?” Li leered at the woman.
“Maybe in a bit,” Ferren suggested. “For now, let’s just see what happens when we move up.”
“You’re the boss.” Their fingers moved up into Molly’s soft, warm hollows. “Cootchie coo, oh listen to that.”
Molly screamed into the gag, her buttocks bouncing up and down on the table as her helpless underarms were stoked gently. Her screams then descended into gasping wails, her diaphragm trembling with ticklish laughter.
“It looks like her underarms are the worst, yes?” Li’s fingernails scratched very gently at the quivering flesh.
“Not necessarily,” Ferren said, moving a hand up and down the heaving ribcage. “We just increased her vulnerability in an unexpected way. She might just not have adapted yet. We’ll see. In the meantime, let’s get her face a little redder and see a couple of tears.”
“Sounds good.” Li kept one hand in the woman’s underarm and blew another raspberry on Molly’s navel. “Laugh for us, dear.” She gave a few quick licks to the woman’s heaving belly button as well.
Molly’s face did grow more red, the first tear of laughter spilling over one cheek. The veins stood out on her neck as she struggled in mounting gales of helpless laughing screams while fingers worked over her ribs and underarms.
When the second tear ran, Ferren stopped. “There, that will do.” Li and Ferren withdrew as Molly gasped in relief, giving an occasional giggle out of the gag, trying to wipe her eyes on the bumpers on either side of her head. “We’ll go back to her feet, but now that this woman is warmed up, let’s see what she has to say. Ungag her while I take care of this, if you would?” Ferren went back to her briefcase.
“One sec.” Li unfastened the gag and removed it. “There we go.”
“Stop!” Molly shouted. “I’ll tell you whatever you want, just stop!” She was breathing heavily, grateful to get in a proper amount of air.
“Where do we start?” Li asked.
“We don’t.” Ferren walked over with another cloth ball and a tiny syringe. “Clamp your hand under the chin and the other on the crown of her head. She’s got to be still for this.” Li did so while Molly squirmed. Ferren dabbed the cloth over both eyes, then injected a tiny amount of the fluid into the top of the eyelids just above the eyeballs themselves and threw the ball and syringe away. “Okay, you can let go.”
“W-wait, I…” Molly’s eyebrows were knitted. “I can’t move my eyes!” She struggled to close them.
“Not to worry, it’s only temporary. And they won’t go dry, I promise.” Ferren pulled a headset from the case with two tiny canisters on either side. She unbuckled Molly’s head before putting the device in place and rebuckling it. Her eyes were completely covered, staring at a pair of blank screens.
“You don’t have to do this, just tell me what you want to know!” she pleaded.
“The canisters have natural tears,” she explained to Li. “They give a drop into each eye every 20 seconds since she won’t be able to close her eyes for a little bit. As for what she’s going to see…” she gave a command through her lenses while she grabbed a pair of toothbrushes.
Molly gasped as the camera at the foot of the table had a closeup of her glistening bare soles that filled her whole vision. “No! No, please!”
Li went to Molly’s left foot and Ferren to the right. “It’s a shame we’re in the way so she can’t see her feet.” Li lamented.
“Just stand to one side so she has a good view. Shall we?” Each of them grabbed an oily big toe.
“Stop, I’ll talk!”
“Not too vigorously to start, really build. And…go.”
The bristles of the brushes scratched along Molly’s heels and bit into the sensitive arches. Like before, Li relished tracing the wrinkles and lines criss-crossing the sole with the brush while Ferren moved in tightening circles around the arch, sometimes dipping the brush between a pair of toes to deliver a good, lubricious scratch.
Molly descended into helpless waves of hysterics as she was forced to watch her feet flex and wiggle as they were mercilessly tickled by the scrubbing brushes. “Neeeaaahaaa! Pl-pleeeheeease- Iiiieeee! Oh f-faaack!” Tears both natural and from the canisters dripped as her entire visual and physical world revolved around her bare feet.
“Li.” Ferren made a head bob downwards. “There’s some tape in my case on top. You’ll see it.”
“Oh, that’s mean. I like it.” Li dropped the brush.
“Haaaeiieee, aaahoooh G-gaaahaad!” Molly was bucking despite one brush disappearing from the screen. Ferren switched her grip to hold both big toes, using the brush on one bare foot while nibbling on the other four toes of the other. Then, without warning, Molly felt her sock reappear over her face while she wailed in offense, her own musk filling her nostrils again while it was taped down. “Aah, d-dooon’t, aaahaa!” she managed through the cloth.
“There we go,” Li said, taking the brush up again, turning Molly’s bare foot a light shade of pink.
“Molly’s entire universe is all about her feet,” Ferren observed, brushing along her flailing, slippery sole. “Everything but her sense of taste is about this one part of her body.” She brought up the readouts on her lenses. “Look at her life signs. If we hadn’t given her a downer, she would have passed out by now.”
Molly was screaming in ticklish anguish, her abdomen shaking from exertion and fatigue. “Pllleeeheease!” she managed in between her wails of laughter. Her face turned red and she felt her bladder lurch.
“See the way her knees are starting to flex inwards? It means bladder pressure. A moment more and then we’ll stop.”
“A shame, that.” Li gave an experimental lick to the ball of the foot, which she found rather gratifying.
They tickled on for a moment more, Molly screeching for mercy. Her face was wet from the eye solution and tears, and her breath became ragged from the obstructed air of her sock, which she could no longer smell properly after breathing it for so long. After they finally stopped before the need to relieve herself became overwhelming, the sock was removed and Molly gasped for air.
“Now then,” Ferren said, putting away the brush, “time for a few questions.” She held up her hand. “Don’t remove the headset yet. It’ll be a few more moments before she can close her eyes. Besides, she’s spent more time today looking at the soles of her own feet than most of her life combined, I would imagine. They should keep getting to know each other.” She pulled the piece of paper out of the case and handed it to Li. “Just in case we need it.”
“Not a problem.”
Ferren grabbed a pair of heavy duty shears. “What’s your full name?” She picked up the bottom of Molly’s shirt and made a cut.
“What are you doing?” Molly demanded between gasps for air.
She cut upwards. “Never mind that.” Snip. “Full name.” Snip.
The woman swallowed hard. “M-Molly Patson.” She reflexively tried to look down, but was blocked both by the table and the headset. “Please.”
“Please what?” Snip, and the bottom of her bra shown through the vertical slit.
Molly grimaced. “Stop cutting.”
Ferren cut again, half through the fabric, and laid the oversized scissors on Molly’s bare stomach, then she went around to the head of the table and pulled a lever under Molly’s hands. A pair of small metal blocks, each containing 5 open velcro loops, dropped down on a swivel which Ferren locked into place. “Help me out?” she asked Li.
“What’s going on?” Molly asked in a quavery voice.
Over the course of a minute, they managed to force each one of her fingers open and cuff them so that they were largely immobile despite Molly’s attempts to make a fist. Ferren grabbed a fair of small feathers from her case. “Gentle strokes,” she said, handing them to Li. “Little bit of a wild card, but when it works, it really has an impact.”
Li had a short-lived look of disappointment, hoping for something that would get a bigger reaction, but did as she was told. She took the tip of each soft feather and ran them from the wrist, across the open palm, to the base of the fingers and back again.
Molly flinched and then bucked in her bonds, face screwed up. “Nnnnnnnph, eeeerrrgh!” She was clearly fighting against the sensations traveling down her arms.
Li paused. “Oh, I didn’t think that would do anything.”
“It doesn’t always. Wait until we do it to her toes, though.” She gave another very tiny snip and let them rest again.
“Wwhaaahaat d-do you w-want?!”Molly’s arms were shaking as the sensations were borderline painful, but not quite intense enough to break through to make her laugh again.
“What’s your bra size?” Ferren asked, even though it was becoming increasingly easy to tell.
Molly gave a series of short inhales, trying to block out what the fluffy sensations along her palms was doing to her. “B-cup,” she managed through aggravated grunts, through the tension momentarily released for a moment afterwards.
“Sorry,” Li said with very mild, but genuine bashfulness. “I tried to go between her fingers, but I guess it doesn’t work the same way as toes.”
“No, but you want to experiment, which is a good trait to have. Let’s stop for a moment, anyway.” She placed a hand on the crown of Molly’s head. “Can you blink yet? Be honest or else.”
Molly, who was tired of staring endlessly at her own feet, tried to close her eyes and only partially succeeded. “Nearly.”
Ferren gave a faint nod. “A few more minutes, then.” She ran a finger along the bare belly, eliciting a squeak and fresh goosebumps. “Molly,” she took a deep breath and removed the finger, restraining herself from going too far too fast, “what’s your attribute?”
Molly swallowed. “I can control the color of my hair as it grows in. I’m… not a natural redhead despite the freckles. It’s more brown.”
Li rolled her eyes and laid the paper aside, Molly’s attribute not having much use to Impulse or anyone else.
“I see.” Ferren began cutting again, exposing Molly’s bra.
“Wait!” Molly squeaked. “What else do you want to know?” Her breath became momentarily panicked.
“We’ll get there.” Ferren finished cutting and pulled both sides of the shirt apart as if they were drapes. “Start on her palms again, Li. I want her to laugh this time.” She ran her hands gently along Molly’s sides while Li started in with the feathers along the slightly sweaty exposed palms. “Come on… there’s a good girl.”
Sensitized and increasingly vulnerable, Molly squealed as Ferren drew her fingers along her sides and lower ribs, avoiding the more tender spots for the time being. “Steeehee, stop pl-pleeeheeease!” Her torso jiggled as she snickered and giggled uncontrollably, still stuck staring at her creamy, crinkled arches.
Ferren watched the knees, which were still trying to flex up and down instead of inwards. “Still good,” she said. “Keep it up with the hands, there should be some nice mixed signals there.”
“Feet soon?” Li asked, going side to side along the palms instead of up and down, finding it a bit tedious. She gave an experimental lick along the right palm, and despite a squawk from Molly in the midst of her flood of giggles, she found it wanting.
“In a moment.”
Molly squealed and tried to escape, the signals of irritation from her hands crossing with those of her sides being gently stroked so that she couldn’t even tell what was causing her to laugh anymore. “Aaaahaa, nnn-no! Nooohhhooaahhaaa!”
Ferren had moved up to her underarms, which she knew were more sensitive so that she could watch Molly’s face grow rosy again, though the natural and artificial tears became such a mess that not even Molly would be able to tell which was which. Ferren watched the legs closely as the pitch of Molly’s laughter changed, the diaphragm giving an odd flutter near the waistband of her shorts and knees moving inwards. “There we are again. One more moment…” She watched closely, hands moving back down the ribs.
“Ieeee! G-going t-to peeheeee!” Molly’s neck strained in panic.
“And… stop.” Both she and Li withdrew.
They left Molly to drink in air, already deeply tired from her ordeal. She finally closed her eyes in relief as the feeling in her eyelids fully returned, the need to relieve herself subsiding.
“Let’s get that headset off her.” Ferren unbuckled the strap and pulled it off. “Rebuckle that and wipe her face, if you would. There should be a towel in a slot in the table behind the neck.”
Li set about doing as she was asked. “Are we not going to make her wet herself?” she asked, drying Molly’s flushed face, unaware of the contextual irony of the statement.
“It adds to the level of panic and vulnerability of the subject to hold off.” She fiddled with a hidden swivel at the foot of the table, opening a similar pair of metal blocks with velcro loops, which she locked into place. “Here we go, toe time.”
“I’ll talk!” Molly pleaded. “I’ll tell you whatever you want, just don’t do this!”
“You will when we’re done, yes.” Ferren latched each toe one at a time to make Molly’s feet largely immobile. “There. Now…” She gave a command and the leg apertures opened wide. “Can you raise the piston just a little?”
Li did so, and now both women, who were about the same height, saw each immobile foot straight on. “Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this.” She rubbed her hands while staring salaciously at the left one.
“You can use your tongue, sure, but you need to use a brush as well.” Ferren handed Li the toothbrush from earlier.
“Got it.”
“Please!” Molly shouted.
“Here we go.” Li began sensuously licking the still-lubricated ball of Molly’s bare foot while moving the brush along the heel and moving her finger between the second and third bound toe. “Mmm, listen to that.”
“Enjoy yourself, but stay focused.” Ferren was moving the brush in gentle circles along the middle of the pale, wrinkled arch while darting her warm, wet tongue between each toe, neatly avoiding the bonds.
Molly burst into hysterics, already sensitized from everything they had done to her and increasingly vulnerable. “Naaaahaa! Pl-pleeeheeasee aaahaaa!” She bucked against her restraints, eyes screwed shut against the sensations.
“Tasty,” Li noted, running her tongue up and down the vulnerable sole, savoring each wrinkle. The brush itself worked here and there along every patch of skin upon which she wasn’t relishing the flavor of the oily flesh.
Ferren nibbled a bit at the heel, but mostly focused on tracing the delicate lines criss-crossing the sole with the brush so as not to cause Molly any sense of pleasure in her torment. The bristles scratched gently along the slick surface, causing new drips of oil splashing to the floor as she worked.
Molly was screaming with laughter, renewed tears leaking. “Oooh mm-y gaaahaad! Ieee!” She sensations crawled up her legs, her abdomen shuddering again. “Ieeem l-losing iiit!”
Ferren watched her knees buckle again. “Notice how it’s getting shorter each time because of how tired the bladder muscle is getting.” She gave a lick to the arch and went around to the head of the table. “Give it another, say, quarter minute, then stop again.”
Li did so, brush falling away as she spent several seconds nibbling on the side of the foot. Already aroused from what they were doing, she felt a familiar tingling itch between her legs along with a slowly building heat. She licked the arch again and rubbed her cheek on it, actively resisting the urge to touch herself before she stopped.
Molly’s breath came in ragged gasps, her legs easing back down. “I…can’t take anymore,” she managed between deep gulps of air.
“Of course you can.” Ferren took the shears and cut the rest of the shirt away while Molly gave a few whimpers, leaving her exposed skin to glow in the harsh light.
“What do you want?” Molly asked with a sob. “What the fuck do you want?” Ferren took the sheers and made a slice through most of the center of Molly’s bra, causing an involuntary ‘eep!’ and leaving the front connected by a few scant threads, the clippers waiting for one tiny push.
“She’s not just tired,” Li noted, “she’s really blushing.”
“Now that we have your attention,” Ferren said to Molly, coming around to the back of the table, “What were you doing in Chicago last week?” She laid her nails on the inside of Molly’s elbows.
Molly cleared her throat and swallowed again. “Rumor that sperm was there,” she managed.
“Rumor?” The nails scrabbled a third of the way down her upper arms.
Molly squeaked and fell into harder gasps. “Stop!” she commanded.
“Rumor,” Ferren commanded. “Tell us everything.”
Molly tried to collect herself. “I’m originally from Philadelphia prefecture. A woman in Bryn Mawr went out there and came back pregnant a few months later.”
“Why did it take her a few months?”
“I don’t know.”
“Really?” Ferren moved her nails further down so they were just outside of Molly’s exposed armpit hollows.
“I don’t know!” she yelled.
“How did you know her?”
“M-mutual friend. She left and we all thought a gang killed her or a metanat grabbed her for experiments or whatever. She showed up back home a few weeks ago, said she emptied her account and got sperm on the black market.”
“Her name?”
Molly hesitated. “Just don’t hurt her, we’re all going through-” Her eyes snapped open.
“No, none of that.” Ferren dangled her nails over Molly’s underarms. “We’ll get to her name in a minute, you just laugh now that you’ve disobeyed. Li, get her feet.”
“No, her na-naaa haaaaiiieehaaa! Oh, oh Gaaahaaad!”
Li picked up where she left off, her arousal building as her warm, wet tongue lapped along Molly’s low, sloping arch while savaging the other foot with the toothbrush in the middle of the sole. She cooed in exquisite pleasure at the poor woman’s ongoing torment.
Ferren gently stroked her thumbs back and forth along Molly’s exposed armpits. “Don’t bother giving the name. We’ll get it soon enough.”
Molly was screaming again. “Aaaahaaa, pl-pleeeheease hhhaaaaaaalp! Oh gaahaad helllllp meeeheee-aaah!” Sweat on her brow and face turning crimson, she was being tickled beyond anything she could have imagined possible. Her mouth was frozen open in ragged spastic howls of anguish, her knees buckling again.
“Quicker and quicker each time,” Ferren said, still stroking. “We can make you pee your pants or,” she briefly tugged on the few strands holding her bra together, “pop your top. Your choice.”
“Naaahaa! St-staaahaap!” A thin thine of drool escaped the corner of her lips.
“She can’t decide, what do you think, Li?”
“Well,” she switched to using a brush on each foot, moving each in circles along the center of the sole, “if she can’t decide, I vote we do both.”
“I agree.”
“Nyyyaaahaa!” Molly’s knees shook, lower belly trembling with need. “Naaahha!” Her face nearly glowed.
“As soon as you let go, these sheers do too.”
Molly’s eyes widened and she drew in a desperate series of heaving gasps.
“Hmm, here she goes.” Li went back to licking the bare foot.
“Yes, indeed.”
“Aaaahaa! Ohhh, ooohnn-nnnooohhho!” The trembling in her lower belly sped up to a rumbling shake and stopped dead. Molly let out an ear-splitting scream as her urethra filled and felt herself release in a series of warm spasms, her bladder emptying into her shorts, soaking herself as she gave a wretched sob and collapsed back in her bonds.
Ferren and Li stopped. “And the coup de grasse.” Ferren pressed the scissors together causing Molly’s bra to pop open, showing off a pair of well-rounded breasts with deep pink nipples. “Very nice.”
Molly, who was already very red in the face, turned a deep crimson. “Carla, “ she said in a harsh whisper. “Carla Silverman.” She swallowed in her endless quest for air to avoid passing out. “S-same book club. I don’t know why she was gone so long, all I knew was that I wanted the same thing she did, please!” She began sobbing.
“What were you supposed to do when you got to Chicago?” Ferren stood there, all business.
“G-go to Ogilvie. Peg board in a defunct bar on the bottom floor with a number, ask for Julie. That’s all I know!” She trembled, a complete mess.
Li looked up the information. “Ogilvie is the main train station for the city. Hardly used now, as you’d expect. A few automated cargo trains per day passing through.”
Ferren nodded, thinking about the information. “Let’s use the toilet, get a bite to eat, make sure everything pans out.”
“Sure. And her?”
Ferren scoffed. “Put aside your feelings for a moment about what just happened. Do you think she has anything else relevant to say to us? Truthfully?”
Li looked longingly at the woman’s pink foot bottoms. “Not really, no.”
“Then let’s get out of here.” Ferren quickly packed up and Li gave the command for the piston to retract.
“Wait,” Molly said in an exhausted gargle. “You won’t just leave me here?”
“No, you’ll have company soon enough.” Ferren left the room.
“I’ll remember you.” Li gave a quick lick to Molly’s right nipple, causing a final, exhausted scream, and followed her out the door.
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She was beautiful, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, not after over a century since the virus to end all viruses had burned across the world, leaving society’s desiccating husk behind. Dark red hair framed a somewhat pale, almost supernaturally alluring face, ruby lips forming a wry smile with a slash of freckles across the nose. The name Molly had been hastily scribbled under the photo along with a computer-generated set of statistics: Estimated age 29, 170cm, 61kg, shoe size 10 US. The word ‘Attribute’ was followed with a blank line in addition to several more lines below to write notes on the increasingly rare physical piece of paper which Ferren Turner held in one hand.
“It’s not much to start with.” Ferren observed, tucking the page into the side of a large attache while she and her escort walked down a dimly lit corridor.
“We were waiting for you.” Li Na was a lovely woman of East Asian descent just on the other side of 40 with flowing dark hair and a perpetual frown, etched in the corner of her lips by a lifetime of disappointed longing. “It’s your show.” They reached an elevator at the end of the walk and she pushed the up button.
“It’s fine, I still appreciate a blank slate.” There was a beat of silence as the lift made its way down. “I don’t usually get contract work for larger Metanational members; I’m surprised you don’t have an interrogator on staff.”
Li’s frown deepened. “We did but had to let her go recently since she was doing business with the Arab Protectorates on the side.” She didn’t have to add that letting her go didn’t mean she was simply fired from her position. “Are you interested in applying?” The tone of her voice clearly indicated that she had mixed feelings on the matter.
Ferren shook her head, short dirty blond hair swaying over her ears. “I’m satisfied with where I’m at, thank you.” She was far from satisfied in general, but didn’t bother saying so since most people were born, lived, and died utterly unsatisfied, and had been doing so for a very long time. “Have you ever participated in one of these?”
The door chimed and opened to admit the pair of them. “Just observed.” She pulled a key fob from her pocket of her pants suit, twisted it in the appropriate slot and pushed 31, the second-highest floor available. “I want to be in line for the COO position, and it’s recommended that I assist as part of an executive training program.” The elevator closed and whisked them upwards.
“Right.” Ferren tried to keep a poker face, but couldn’t help wrinkling her nose just a little in mild distaste at the notion. “Molly’s been fed and watered?”
“Per your instructions. And we’ve printed out the table and restraints; she should be in them by now.” Li pulled out a pair of lenses from a sleeve pocket and slipped them over her nose and behind her ears. She gave a subvocal command and checked the time.
Ferren did a better job at concealing her response to this; she was somewhat unique in thinking that the devices made women more alluring rather than finding the technology sterilely utilitarian. After a brief sideways glance, she kept her eyes on the number above the door as it approached their destination. “Just follow my lead and feel free to ask questions. If you’re here to learn, then I’m being paid well enough to teach you.”
Li smirked as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. “Yes, ma’am. Fifth door on the right.” The women, both dressed similarly, walked down the hall, their 3” heels making a swooping, scuffling sound as they made their way along. They stopped in front of the door, Li lifting her lenses and putting her right eye up to a scanner on the wall next to it, leading to a click. “Showtime.” She pushed the handle down and they entered.
The windowless room was a 3 meter square with a linoleum floor and recessed lighting, giving it a harsh hospital feel. Molly was lying on a table with light padding set on a hydraulic press, her arms at her sides, palms up. Each of her limbs was strapped down in several places to restrict movement, and each limb was secured in its own slot that could swivel. Still wearing the white shorts and blue t-shirt she had been wearing the day before, she was gagged and squirming as the pair came into the room, closing the door behind them, hazel eyes quaking in fear.
Ferren set her case down on a small table off to one side, placed her thumb against a side plate to unlock, and opened it. She pulled out a round metal disc about the size and thickness of a cracker and pulled down the collar of Molly’s shirt a few inches, the top of a cream-colored bra just visible while she gave a muffled yelp. Ferren laid the disc gently on the exposed skin, where it adhered on its own and let go, turning back to the case. “To monitor her vital signs,” she explained to Li, pulling out a pair of her own lenses to look at live feedback from the device. “Want to see as well?”
“Sure,” Li replied, who was already impressed since the previous interrogator had never done prep of that ilk before.
Ferren sent a link for the live data feed and then pulled out a tiny cloth ball that she squeezed and a small syringe with a few cc’s of a clear fluid. She rubbed the cloth ball on Molly’s arm and then injected her. “Something to take the edge off.” She threw both in a small metal trash can off to the side.
Li blinked. “Why?”
“You’ll see. Raise her to… here.” She laid a hand flat to indicate a spot chest-high.
Li toggled through the controls on the display in her lenses and activated the piston under the table which raised it up.
Ferren brought out a tripod with a camera and placed it at the foot of the table. The telescoping rod adjusted automatically to focus on the bottom of Molly’s sneakers and fed clear video to Ferren’s lenses, who then removed the image from her sight after making a satisfied noise. She pulled a second tiny camera and set it on the table next to the case, fiddling with the settings.
“Why two cameras?” Li asked.
“Only this one next to my attache is recording. You’ll understand later.”
“Mysterious.” Li had meant to say it slyly, but it came out flat.
If Ferren was offended she didn’t show it. She activated the camera, checked the feed in her lenses and then dismissed it. “Interrogation of subject ‘Molly’ for Impulse Industries, central member of the Western Metanational Alliance. Dated the thirty-first of May, 2131 at 14:03 GMT from eastern North America, location classified.”
Li went to remove the gag. “Let’s see what you have to say.”
“Not yet.” Ferren held up a hand. “We need to establish ourselves.” She untucked Molly’s shirt and pulled it up just under the bra, exposing her midriff. “Feel free to explore her tummy for a moment while I get her shoes untied.”
Li ran a finger lazily in a circle around Molly’s belly, causing the young woman’s breath to hitch behind the gag. “Hm, a little reaction already, I like it.” Molly winced and turned her head away.
Ferren took her time unlacing the sneakers, loosening them gently over the course of a minute so that they were barely staying on. “There. Play with her belly button, will you?”
Li realized what she had in mind and gave a wink. “Here we go.” She wormed a finger into Molly’s quivering navel. “Ah, I think she likes it.”
Molly’s teeth were gritted behind her gag and she squirmed on the table, loosened shoes flopping around. Her eyes were shut while she grimaced.
“She’s trying to fight me, I love it.” Li blew a raspberry on Moly’s warm bare belly.
The shoes continued to flop up and down while Molly struggled, letting out a frustrated snickering behind the gag.
“Here.” Li pulled her hair back and dipped her tongue into the navel, relishing the delicate texture of the skin, nipping the edge.
Molly shook with giggles, flailing with enough gusto to shake the shoes loose which clattered to the floor, leaving a pair of socks exposed.
“Good.” Ferren held the tip of the left sock and gave a tug, then did likewise on the other one. “We move in stages so that the subject is rendered increasingly vulnerable.” She repeated the tugs so that the edge of the socks just barely covered the heels.
“It resembles a striptease,” Li noted.
“Indeed.”
Molly gave a series of grunts of protest.
“Go ahead and tease her verbally,” Ferren suggested. “We only get to do this for the first time once, so let’s make it count.” She took the edge of the opening of each sock and rolled it over to expose the lower third of Molly’s slightly rough heels.
Li came around to the head of the table and ran a fingernail along Molly’s cheek. “We’re going to peel those socks off and tease those pretty peds, Molly. I can’t wait to see what they look like. When we’re done with you, you’ll beg to tell us everything you know.” She kissed the bound woman’s forehead and raised an eyebrow at Ferren.
“Not bad.” Ferren exposed both heels fully and ran a fingernail along the left one, causing Molly to squeak. “Little at a time.” she gave a few tiny tugs while the socks inched upwards.
Li came around and watched. “I wish the arches were a little higher, they’re my favorite.”
Ferren kept tugging, gently exposing the milky skin of Molly’s bare feet a few millimeters at a time. “A little meatier than you’d expect for someone her size, but that’s what advertisers used to like for foot models back in the day.”
“I wouldn’t know, I was never in marketing.”
Most gave a quiet, anxious growl behind the gag.
“Little more… and…there.” Ferren removed them with a flourish, showing off a well, cared-for pair of 9.5’s with salmon-colored nail polish, the short toes giving a reflexive spread and then scrunch. She studied them for a few seconds, appreciating the musk. “Looks like the sneakers were a bit bigger than expected, the computer was off by half a size.” She tossed one sock carelessly on top of the shoes and gave the other to Li. “Let her have a whiff, if you would.” She saw the hesitation on Li’s face. “I won’t do anything until you’re done.” She went to the attache and prepared for everything that was to come.
Li dangled the sock over Molly’s face. “Quite the scent from not having bathed since, what, yesterday? The day before?” She lowered the opening just over Molly’s face, who swung her head violently to the right and then back again to avoid it. “Oh, come on. Just a little?”
“Here.” Ferren brought up the table’s schematics and raised a pair of foam bumpers to block either side of Molly’s head, one of which unfurled a strap at the corner. “That should help.”
Li connected the strap which helped to all but immobilize Molly’s head. “Here we are.” She lowered the end of the sock over Molly’s nose and held it there with one hand while covering the gagged mouth with the other. “Come on, deep breaths.”
Molly jerked in her bonds, hands clenched as she tried to hold her breath.
Ferren watched the struggle for a moment before gently scratching at the sides of Molly’s belly to help. “A few seconds and she’ll capitulate.”
Molly’s belly quaked in reflexive giggling, causing a sharp inhalation, her eyes wide at the smell of her own feet.
“There we go,” Li cooed. “Nice mustiness.”
Molly gave a series of short sharp inhales trying to avoid her own scent and gentle tickles along her sides, eyes swimmy.
“No tearing up yet,” Li admonished. “You’ll be shedding plenty.”
Ferren stopped and went back to her case. “A couple of more sniffs won’t hurt and then we’ll start on her feet.”
“You hear that? Time to tickle your tootsies.”
Molly breathed in her own musk again and gave a thin cry that might have been an attempt to beg for them to stop.
Li made her take a few more skunked breaths before pulling the sock away and giving a whiff herself. “It’s a days-old spilled beer smell, which is nice. Brings me back to my sorority days.” She tossed the sock onto the sneakers and came around. “Pretty, if not entirely perfect. Where do we start?”
“With our fingers to start, no need to get out any tools yet.” She took the right big toe with one hand and slid a finger on the other between it and the second, then the second and the third, watching them wiggle and flail. “That’s good,” she mumbled. “Yes, that’ll work,” she confirmed a little louder.
Li was teasing. “This little piggy went to market…” working her way down each toe.
Molly was already cackling behind the gag, squirming in the straps as they played with her toes. Her eyes were shut and she made frustrated, clenching noises in her throat amongst her increasingly uncontrollable giggling as she tried to whip her head from side to side and couldn’t.
“Not the good bit yet,” Ferren said as Li reached the pinky toe. “Work down the edge and around the heel. We need to build up the tension.”
“Okay.”
“There, in gentle circles. Go ahead and slip a hand under the ankle, but no need to hold the toes yet, that heel won’t move far.”
They worked their short fingernails along the pink heels, tracing the whorls on the skin, watching the feet squirm and flex while Molly continued her long, helpless giggling fit behind the gag. Her cheeks grew a light shade of pink.
“Feel the light roughness? When we go back over it later, I’ll show you how to dig in to get a stronger reaction.”
Li was transfixed by the moment. “And now?”
“Stay with the heels and toes, I’ll get what’s coming next.”
Li took the two big toes in each hand, then worked down again. “We’re going to search all of these good spots, Molly.” She turned to Ferren, who was rummaging in her case. “Hey, how long until we get the gag off?”
“A while yet.” She pulled out a pair of small paint brushes and a small jar of olive oil. “I’ll tell you what to look for when we get closer.” She handed a brush to Li and opened the jar, offering a whiff. “Basil infused. There’s a reason.”
“Any particular technique?” Li dipped the brush.
“No, just make sure her feet are oily, that should be enough.” Ferren did likewise.
Both women began stroking the soft, thin brushes along Molly’s writhing soles. Li was tracing the soft crinkles along the arch as the toes scrunched, holding the back of the foot steady. Ferren worked her brush in wide circles, slowly making them smaller, approaching what was usually the most sensitive spot on the arch.
Molly burst out laughing behind her gag, unable to resist the ticklish sensations crawling up her legs, shoulders flexing back and forth against the bonds. Occasionally, a brush would need to be redipped or a spot would be stroked that wasn’t quite as sensitive, causing her to hold her breath and screw up her face in resistance before feeling the flood of giggles start all over again.
“I think she likes it,” Li said. “Listen to that melody of laughter.” She dabbed at some patches of skin that didn’t yet have a nice, glossy finish.
“It’s going well,” Ferren agreed. “Keep it up.” The patch of skin that wasn’t slick grew smaller with each pass of the brush.
Molly’s face grew a little more pink with the strain, not only from continued laughter, but also from pressing against her bonds and not getting as much air through the gag. Her neck craned and she felt her eyes begin to gloss with tears. She let out a reflexive shriek as Ferren’s brush finally hit the sweet spot near the dead-center of her sole.
“Make sure to get between her toes.” Ferren spun her oily brush between the big and second toe, leaving a shiny gloss between them.
“Yep, no problem.” Li copied the move, enjoying the gagged squeals.
After a moment more, Molly’s feet were coated in an aromatic, dripping gloss. Her once pale, wrinkled soles were tinged with amber. She whimpered in relief as they stopped to admire the handiwork.
“Nice,” Li said with a low whistle. “What do we do to her next?”
“A momentary change of pace.” Ferren gave a command.
Molly gave a gasp of panic as the arms of the table moved upwards on their swivels. They swung slowly outwards to a T-shape, and then over her head until her wrists almost touched, and only being restrained with her palms up instead of down prevented a pair of broken arms. Her eyes were wide and shimmering as her vulnerability increased further.
“There,” Ferren said. “Now we don’t know her worst spots yet, but before we go back to her feet, we need to tickle her armpits.”
Molly tried to shake her head in protest and shouted into the gag.
“Can we count her ribs?” Li asked, looking incredibly mischievous. “I’ve always wanted to try that.”
“Sure, just go under her shirt. It adds to the tension.”
Each of the women slipped a hand under the shirt and ran their fingers along the skin, covered in goosebumps. “One… two… three… four…” Li was counting out loud.
Molly was wailing into the gag, not quite able to articulate a plea for mercy.
“Oops, there’s a bra in the way. Should we start over? Or maybe we could just get that cleared away, hmm?” Li leered at the woman.
“Maybe in a bit,” Ferren suggested. “For now, let’s just see what happens when we move up.”
“You’re the boss.” Their fingers moved up into Molly’s soft, warm hollows. “Cootchie coo, oh listen to that.”
Molly screamed into the gag, her buttocks bouncing up and down on the table as her helpless underarms were stoked gently. Her screams then descended into gasping wails, her diaphragm trembling with ticklish laughter.
“It looks like her underarms are the worst, yes?” Li’s fingernails scratched very gently at the quivering flesh.
“Not necessarily,” Ferren said, moving a hand up and down the heaving ribcage. “We just increased her vulnerability in an unexpected way. She might just not have adapted yet. We’ll see. In the meantime, let’s get her face a little redder and see a couple of tears.”
“Sounds good.” Li kept one hand in the woman’s underarm and blew another raspberry on Molly’s navel. “Laugh for us, dear.” She gave a few quick licks to the woman’s heaving belly button as well.
Molly’s face did grow more red, the first tear of laughter spilling over one cheek. The veins stood out on her neck as she struggled in mounting gales of helpless laughing screams while fingers worked over her ribs and underarms.
When the second tear ran, Ferren stopped. “There, that will do.” Li and Ferren withdrew as Molly gasped in relief, giving an occasional giggle out of the gag, trying to wipe her eyes on the bumpers on either side of her head. “We’ll go back to her feet, but now that this woman is warmed up, let’s see what she has to say. Ungag her while I take care of this, if you would?” Ferren went back to her briefcase.
“One sec.” Li unfastened the gag and removed it. “There we go.”
“Stop!” Molly shouted. “I’ll tell you whatever you want, just stop!” She was breathing heavily, grateful to get in a proper amount of air.
“Where do we start?” Li asked.
“We don’t.” Ferren walked over with another cloth ball and a tiny syringe. “Clamp your hand under the chin and the other on the crown of her head. She’s got to be still for this.” Li did so while Molly squirmed. Ferren dabbed the cloth over both eyes, then injected a tiny amount of the fluid into the top of the eyelids just above the eyeballs themselves and threw the ball and syringe away. “Okay, you can let go.”
“W-wait, I…” Molly’s eyebrows were knitted. “I can’t move my eyes!” She struggled to close them.
“Not to worry, it’s only temporary. And they won’t go dry, I promise.” Ferren pulled a headset from the case with two tiny canisters on either side. She unbuckled Molly’s head before putting the device in place and rebuckling it. Her eyes were completely covered, staring at a pair of blank screens.
“You don’t have to do this, just tell me what you want to know!” she pleaded.
“The canisters have natural tears,” she explained to Li. “They give a drop into each eye every 20 seconds since she won’t be able to close her eyes for a little bit. As for what she’s going to see…” she gave a command through her lenses while she grabbed a pair of toothbrushes.
Molly gasped as the camera at the foot of the table had a closeup of her glistening bare soles that filled her whole vision. “No! No, please!”
Li went to Molly’s left foot and Ferren to the right. “It’s a shame we’re in the way so she can’t see her feet.” Li lamented.
“Just stand to one side so she has a good view. Shall we?” Each of them grabbed an oily big toe.
“Stop, I’ll talk!”
“Not too vigorously to start, really build. And…go.”
The bristles of the brushes scratched along Molly’s heels and bit into the sensitive arches. Like before, Li relished tracing the wrinkles and lines criss-crossing the sole with the brush while Ferren moved in tightening circles around the arch, sometimes dipping the brush between a pair of toes to deliver a good, lubricious scratch.
Molly descended into helpless waves of hysterics as she was forced to watch her feet flex and wiggle as they were mercilessly tickled by the scrubbing brushes. “Neeeaaahaaa! Pl-pleeeheeease- Iiiieeee! Oh f-faaack!” Tears both natural and from the canisters dripped as her entire visual and physical world revolved around her bare feet.
“Li.” Ferren made a head bob downwards. “There’s some tape in my case on top. You’ll see it.”
“Oh, that’s mean. I like it.” Li dropped the brush.
“Haaaeiieee, aaahoooh G-gaaahaad!” Molly was bucking despite one brush disappearing from the screen. Ferren switched her grip to hold both big toes, using the brush on one bare foot while nibbling on the other four toes of the other. Then, without warning, Molly felt her sock reappear over her face while she wailed in offense, her own musk filling her nostrils again while it was taped down. “Aah, d-dooon’t, aaahaa!” she managed through the cloth.
“There we go,” Li said, taking the brush up again, turning Molly’s bare foot a light shade of pink.
“Molly’s entire universe is all about her feet,” Ferren observed, brushing along her flailing, slippery sole. “Everything but her sense of taste is about this one part of her body.” She brought up the readouts on her lenses. “Look at her life signs. If we hadn’t given her a downer, she would have passed out by now.”
Molly was screaming in ticklish anguish, her abdomen shaking from exertion and fatigue. “Pllleeeheease!” she managed in between her wails of laughter. Her face turned red and she felt her bladder lurch.
“See the way her knees are starting to flex inwards? It means bladder pressure. A moment more and then we’ll stop.”
“A shame, that.” Li gave an experimental lick to the ball of the foot, which she found rather gratifying.
They tickled on for a moment more, Molly screeching for mercy. Her face was wet from the eye solution and tears, and her breath became ragged from the obstructed air of her sock, which she could no longer smell properly after breathing it for so long. After they finally stopped before the need to relieve herself became overwhelming, the sock was removed and Molly gasped for air.
“Now then,” Ferren said, putting away the brush, “time for a few questions.” She held up her hand. “Don’t remove the headset yet. It’ll be a few more moments before she can close her eyes. Besides, she’s spent more time today looking at the soles of her own feet than most of her life combined, I would imagine. They should keep getting to know each other.” She pulled the piece of paper out of the case and handed it to Li. “Just in case we need it.”
“Not a problem.”
Ferren grabbed a pair of heavy duty shears. “What’s your full name?” She picked up the bottom of Molly’s shirt and made a cut.
“What are you doing?” Molly demanded between gasps for air.
She cut upwards. “Never mind that.” Snip. “Full name.” Snip.
The woman swallowed hard. “M-Molly Patson.” She reflexively tried to look down, but was blocked both by the table and the headset. “Please.”
“Please what?” Snip, and the bottom of her bra shown through the vertical slit.
Molly grimaced. “Stop cutting.”
Ferren cut again, half through the fabric, and laid the oversized scissors on Molly’s bare stomach, then she went around to the head of the table and pulled a lever under Molly’s hands. A pair of small metal blocks, each containing 5 open velcro loops, dropped down on a swivel which Ferren locked into place. “Help me out?” she asked Li.
“What’s going on?” Molly asked in a quavery voice.
Over the course of a minute, they managed to force each one of her fingers open and cuff them so that they were largely immobile despite Molly’s attempts to make a fist. Ferren grabbed a fair of small feathers from her case. “Gentle strokes,” she said, handing them to Li. “Little bit of a wild card, but when it works, it really has an impact.”
Li had a short-lived look of disappointment, hoping for something that would get a bigger reaction, but did as she was told. She took the tip of each soft feather and ran them from the wrist, across the open palm, to the base of the fingers and back again.
Molly flinched and then bucked in her bonds, face screwed up. “Nnnnnnnph, eeeerrrgh!” She was clearly fighting against the sensations traveling down her arms.
Li paused. “Oh, I didn’t think that would do anything.”
“It doesn’t always. Wait until we do it to her toes, though.” She gave another very tiny snip and let them rest again.
“Wwhaaahaat d-do you w-want?!”Molly’s arms were shaking as the sensations were borderline painful, but not quite intense enough to break through to make her laugh again.
“What’s your bra size?” Ferren asked, even though it was becoming increasingly easy to tell.
Molly gave a series of short inhales, trying to block out what the fluffy sensations along her palms was doing to her. “B-cup,” she managed through aggravated grunts, through the tension momentarily released for a moment afterwards.
“Sorry,” Li said with very mild, but genuine bashfulness. “I tried to go between her fingers, but I guess it doesn’t work the same way as toes.”
“No, but you want to experiment, which is a good trait to have. Let’s stop for a moment, anyway.” She placed a hand on the crown of Molly’s head. “Can you blink yet? Be honest or else.”
Molly, who was tired of staring endlessly at her own feet, tried to close her eyes and only partially succeeded. “Nearly.”
Ferren gave a faint nod. “A few more minutes, then.” She ran a finger along the bare belly, eliciting a squeak and fresh goosebumps. “Molly,” she took a deep breath and removed the finger, restraining herself from going too far too fast, “what’s your attribute?”
Molly swallowed. “I can control the color of my hair as it grows in. I’m… not a natural redhead despite the freckles. It’s more brown.”
Li rolled her eyes and laid the paper aside, Molly’s attribute not having much use to Impulse or anyone else.
“I see.” Ferren began cutting again, exposing Molly’s bra.
“Wait!” Molly squeaked. “What else do you want to know?” Her breath became momentarily panicked.
“We’ll get there.” Ferren finished cutting and pulled both sides of the shirt apart as if they were drapes. “Start on her palms again, Li. I want her to laugh this time.” She ran her hands gently along Molly’s sides while Li started in with the feathers along the slightly sweaty exposed palms. “Come on… there’s a good girl.”
Sensitized and increasingly vulnerable, Molly squealed as Ferren drew her fingers along her sides and lower ribs, avoiding the more tender spots for the time being. “Steeehee, stop pl-pleeeheeease!” Her torso jiggled as she snickered and giggled uncontrollably, still stuck staring at her creamy, crinkled arches.
Ferren watched the knees, which were still trying to flex up and down instead of inwards. “Still good,” she said. “Keep it up with the hands, there should be some nice mixed signals there.”
“Feet soon?” Li asked, going side to side along the palms instead of up and down, finding it a bit tedious. She gave an experimental lick along the right palm, and despite a squawk from Molly in the midst of her flood of giggles, she found it wanting.
“In a moment.”
Molly squealed and tried to escape, the signals of irritation from her hands crossing with those of her sides being gently stroked so that she couldn’t even tell what was causing her to laugh anymore. “Aaaahaa, nnn-no! Nooohhhooaahhaaa!”
Ferren had moved up to her underarms, which she knew were more sensitive so that she could watch Molly’s face grow rosy again, though the natural and artificial tears became such a mess that not even Molly would be able to tell which was which. Ferren watched the legs closely as the pitch of Molly’s laughter changed, the diaphragm giving an odd flutter near the waistband of her shorts and knees moving inwards. “There we are again. One more moment…” She watched closely, hands moving back down the ribs.
“Ieeee! G-going t-to peeheeee!” Molly’s neck strained in panic.
“And… stop.” Both she and Li withdrew.
They left Molly to drink in air, already deeply tired from her ordeal. She finally closed her eyes in relief as the feeling in her eyelids fully returned, the need to relieve herself subsiding.
“Let’s get that headset off her.” Ferren unbuckled the strap and pulled it off. “Rebuckle that and wipe her face, if you would. There should be a towel in a slot in the table behind the neck.”
Li set about doing as she was asked. “Are we not going to make her wet herself?” she asked, drying Molly’s flushed face, unaware of the contextual irony of the statement.
“It adds to the level of panic and vulnerability of the subject to hold off.” She fiddled with a hidden swivel at the foot of the table, opening a similar pair of metal blocks with velcro loops, which she locked into place. “Here we go, toe time.”
“I’ll talk!” Molly pleaded. “I’ll tell you whatever you want, just don’t do this!”
“You will when we’re done, yes.” Ferren latched each toe one at a time to make Molly’s feet largely immobile. “There. Now…” She gave a command and the leg apertures opened wide. “Can you raise the piston just a little?”
Li did so, and now both women, who were about the same height, saw each immobile foot straight on. “Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this.” She rubbed her hands while staring salaciously at the left one.
“You can use your tongue, sure, but you need to use a brush as well.” Ferren handed Li the toothbrush from earlier.
“Got it.”
“Please!” Molly shouted.
“Here we go.” Li began sensuously licking the still-lubricated ball of Molly’s bare foot while moving the brush along the heel and moving her finger between the second and third bound toe. “Mmm, listen to that.”
“Enjoy yourself, but stay focused.” Ferren was moving the brush in gentle circles along the middle of the pale, wrinkled arch while darting her warm, wet tongue between each toe, neatly avoiding the bonds.
Molly burst into hysterics, already sensitized from everything they had done to her and increasingly vulnerable. “Naaaahaa! Pl-pleeeheeasee aaahaaa!” She bucked against her restraints, eyes screwed shut against the sensations.
“Tasty,” Li noted, running her tongue up and down the vulnerable sole, savoring each wrinkle. The brush itself worked here and there along every patch of skin upon which she wasn’t relishing the flavor of the oily flesh.
Ferren nibbled a bit at the heel, but mostly focused on tracing the delicate lines criss-crossing the sole with the brush so as not to cause Molly any sense of pleasure in her torment. The bristles scratched gently along the slick surface, causing new drips of oil splashing to the floor as she worked.
Molly was screaming with laughter, renewed tears leaking. “Oooh mm-y gaaahaad! Ieee!” She sensations crawled up her legs, her abdomen shuddering again. “Ieeem l-losing iiit!”
Ferren watched her knees buckle again. “Notice how it’s getting shorter each time because of how tired the bladder muscle is getting.” She gave a lick to the arch and went around to the head of the table. “Give it another, say, quarter minute, then stop again.”
Li did so, brush falling away as she spent several seconds nibbling on the side of the foot. Already aroused from what they were doing, she felt a familiar tingling itch between her legs along with a slowly building heat. She licked the arch again and rubbed her cheek on it, actively resisting the urge to touch herself before she stopped.
Molly’s breath came in ragged gasps, her legs easing back down. “I…can’t take anymore,” she managed between deep gulps of air.
“Of course you can.” Ferren took the shears and cut the rest of the shirt away while Molly gave a few whimpers, leaving her exposed skin to glow in the harsh light.
“What do you want?” Molly asked with a sob. “What the fuck do you want?” Ferren took the sheers and made a slice through most of the center of Molly’s bra, causing an involuntary ‘eep!’ and leaving the front connected by a few scant threads, the clippers waiting for one tiny push.
“She’s not just tired,” Li noted, “she’s really blushing.”
“Now that we have your attention,” Ferren said to Molly, coming around to the back of the table, “What were you doing in Chicago last week?” She laid her nails on the inside of Molly’s elbows.
Molly cleared her throat and swallowed again. “Rumor that sperm was there,” she managed.
“Rumor?” The nails scrabbled a third of the way down her upper arms.
Molly squeaked and fell into harder gasps. “Stop!” she commanded.
“Rumor,” Ferren commanded. “Tell us everything.”
Molly tried to collect herself. “I’m originally from Philadelphia prefecture. A woman in Bryn Mawr went out there and came back pregnant a few months later.”
“Why did it take her a few months?”
“I don’t know.”
“Really?” Ferren moved her nails further down so they were just outside of Molly’s exposed armpit hollows.
“I don’t know!” she yelled.
“How did you know her?”
“M-mutual friend. She left and we all thought a gang killed her or a metanat grabbed her for experiments or whatever. She showed up back home a few weeks ago, said she emptied her account and got sperm on the black market.”
“Her name?”
Molly hesitated. “Just don’t hurt her, we’re all going through-” Her eyes snapped open.
“No, none of that.” Ferren dangled her nails over Molly’s underarms. “We’ll get to her name in a minute, you just laugh now that you’ve disobeyed. Li, get her feet.”
“No, her na-naaa haaaaiiieehaaa! Oh, oh Gaaahaaad!”
Li picked up where she left off, her arousal building as her warm, wet tongue lapped along Molly’s low, sloping arch while savaging the other foot with the toothbrush in the middle of the sole. She cooed in exquisite pleasure at the poor woman’s ongoing torment.
Ferren gently stroked her thumbs back and forth along Molly’s exposed armpits. “Don’t bother giving the name. We’ll get it soon enough.”
Molly was screaming again. “Aaaahaaa, pl-pleeeheease hhhaaaaaaalp! Oh gaahaad helllllp meeeheee-aaah!” Sweat on her brow and face turning crimson, she was being tickled beyond anything she could have imagined possible. Her mouth was frozen open in ragged spastic howls of anguish, her knees buckling again.
“Quicker and quicker each time,” Ferren said, still stroking. “We can make you pee your pants or,” she briefly tugged on the few strands holding her bra together, “pop your top. Your choice.”
“Naaahaa! St-staaahaap!” A thin thine of drool escaped the corner of her lips.
“She can’t decide, what do you think, Li?”
“Well,” she switched to using a brush on each foot, moving each in circles along the center of the sole, “if she can’t decide, I vote we do both.”
“I agree.”
“Nyyyaaahaa!” Molly’s knees shook, lower belly trembling with need. “Naaahha!” Her face nearly glowed.
“As soon as you let go, these sheers do too.”
Molly’s eyes widened and she drew in a desperate series of heaving gasps.
“Hmm, here she goes.” Li went back to licking the bare foot.
“Yes, indeed.”
“Aaaahaa! Ohhh, ooohnn-nnnooohhho!” The trembling in her lower belly sped up to a rumbling shake and stopped dead. Molly let out an ear-splitting scream as her urethra filled and felt herself release in a series of warm spasms, her bladder emptying into her shorts, soaking herself as she gave a wretched sob and collapsed back in her bonds.
Ferren and Li stopped. “And the coup de grasse.” Ferren pressed the scissors together causing Molly’s bra to pop open, showing off a pair of well-rounded breasts with deep pink nipples. “Very nice.”
Molly, who was already very red in the face, turned a deep crimson. “Carla, “ she said in a harsh whisper. “Carla Silverman.” She swallowed in her endless quest for air to avoid passing out. “S-same book club. I don’t know why she was gone so long, all I knew was that I wanted the same thing she did, please!” She began sobbing.
“What were you supposed to do when you got to Chicago?” Ferren stood there, all business.
“G-go to Ogilvie. Peg board in a defunct bar on the bottom floor with a number, ask for Julie. That’s all I know!” She trembled, a complete mess.
Li looked up the information. “Ogilvie is the main train station for the city. Hardly used now, as you’d expect. A few automated cargo trains per day passing through.”
Ferren nodded, thinking about the information. “Let’s use the toilet, get a bite to eat, make sure everything pans out.”
“Sure. And her?”
Ferren scoffed. “Put aside your feelings for a moment about what just happened. Do you think she has anything else relevant to say to us? Truthfully?”
Li looked longingly at the woman’s pink foot bottoms. “Not really, no.”
“Then let’s get out of here.” Ferren quickly packed up and Li gave the command for the piston to retract.
“Wait,” Molly said in an exhausted gargle. “You won’t just leave me here?”
“No, you’ll have company soon enough.” Ferren left the room.
“I’ll remember you.” Li gave a quick lick to Molly’s right nipple, causing a final, exhausted scream, and followed her out the door.
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