Alie112
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A massive starship hoovers on the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy, as a small space pod lands in the docking bay, the large, hinged door shutting behind it. As the airlock activates and the chamber pressurizes the one person space pod opens and an imposing figure emerges, in a state of the art suit of almost 6ft space armor. This is the galactic criminal known as the Runaway, (formerly Alie on earth) a known wanted scoundrel, thief and smuggler, who earned her name due to no longer welcome on Earth because of her constant illicit activity. Now only welcome in the most wretched hives of scum and villainy. Her substantial bounty was so high that even attempting to approach her home planet again was out of the question. This lead to a distaste she had for her fellow sapiens and removed all loyalty she previously had.
She marched down the halls of the starship, escorted my armed guards, several high profile galactic criminals were meeting with the kingpin of galactic crime, Lord Gargas, to discuss the ins and outs of their criminal enterprise. Only the most high profile outlaws were afforded such a potentially lucrative opportunity, and receiving an invitation meant she had built up quite the criminal reputation. As she entered the grand hall she saw through her visor a myriad of alien lowlives, insectoids, lizarians, and slimezars were all present, but she was the first human to be extended an invitation for a seat at this meeting.
Each guest in attendance was to surrender their weapons and equipment, attending the meeting unarmed as a show of good faith, and during the meeting attendees were made to stand on specialized metal platforms throughout the hall, able to be activated by Lord Gargas and dropping any dissenters down to the starship's dungeon. This discouraged not only attempts on his life, but also speaking out of turn. She approached the platform and activated several switches within the suit using her fingers and toes.
A sharp hissing sound escapes the nearly 6ft power armor as it opens and a small, svelt human woman steps out, wearing only a gray onsie, her arms, legs and feet completely bare, a necessity when piloting her custom made armor suit, her chin length auburn hair flowing elegantly. Stepping onto the cold metal platform, her bare toes curled at the cruelly chilly sensation of the surface on her size 10 wide soles. She made an effort to remain stone faced, so as to not show weakness in front of her criminal peers. As the meeting began, the guests discussed all topics of their criminal enterprise, from thievery to transporting stolen goods. A Lizarian drug trafficker named Zopp was currently arguing with Gargas due to the terms of a recent and unfavorable change in the terms of their agreement. "Gargas! The margins by which I operate are already razor thin! Hoow am I supposed to adjust and feeed my hatchlings when you're taking this outragously higher cut!" Gargas gazed down at the defiant Lizarian, most displeased.
"That is a problem for YOUU to navigate!" Zopp scoffed at the answer. "Outrageous I say! You, you SLARG!" Weary of the back and forth, Lord Gargas' finger hoovered above a button on the arm of his chair. Visibly distressed, Zopps' demeanor immediately changed. "H-hang on! Great Lord Gargas, I-I simply and of course respectfully sugge-AAAAAAAAAHHHhhh!" Gargas had pressed the button, sending Zopp to fall through the trap door and to the dungeon below, a harsh display of his absolute authority. "Next topic" he said, coldly punctuating his cruel act. Alie's big naked toes nervously fidgeted as she reminded herself to remain on Gargas' good side and ingratiate herself.
"Runaway! You are of the humans, and I find your kind so... pleasing to the eye. How may I go about, procuring a few beautiful specimens for my entertainment business?" The alien mob boss inquired. "Pff how would I know? Alie says, raising an eyebrow. The humans cast me out, I'm a fugitive, I'm no more of the humans now than I am of the insectoids." A small insectoid in attendance, Beebu, seemed to take offense to her flippant comment. Beebu spoke up "Nyegh! You are a hooman! You must have some... insight into the intricacies of their nyeh! Anatomyy! Weaknesses and soforth! Pull your weight sapien!" Alie takes a moment to scoff at her alien compatriots, laughing at their comical ignorance of the human species.
"Heh, well, I maybe know of, a little something something" she says with a wry smile. Gargas perked up, leaning forward in his chair. "Ah do tell, we are ever so fascinated with your... fetching kind. And we'd love to know your... secrets" the alien lord cooly remarked. Alie replied, "Well, if you're after human secrets, there is a... shortcut" Lord Gargas once again inquired "Any insights you offer would be... most appreciated." "Sure thing boss" Alie replied bubbily once again with a coy smile "Well, most humans have one very specific weak spot" Gargas once again leaned forward on his throne, eager to hear this news. "Ah! Is it the eyes? I find them so appealing, and I would prefer my merchandise be... undamaged." Alie continued, "No no, nothing so barbaric, we are civilized after all,. No, it's..." she paused for dramatic effect as the aliens all leaned in and she raised an eyebrow. "The soles of their feet" she says as she unknowingly flutters her substantially plump toes, drawing the eyes of even the most multi-eyed aliens. "Nyeh! What do you mean hooman!?" Beebu croaked. Alie smirked, gleefully taking the opportunity to elaborate, "Well, if you lightly stimulate the bottoms of a humans feet, it's unbearable, they can't stand it and drives them absolutely crazy, any and all secrets you want WILL be yours in mere moments" The aliens all looked to each other inquisitively, "So humans are vulnerable to damage there? On their bare soles?"
Alie once again smirked, "That's the beauty of it, it's torture, they can't stand it, but doing it causes absolutely zero harm to the human that you do it to, you see, the endings of the human nerve receptors are more sensitive, EXTREMELY sensitive, and those nerves end in the soles of the FEET! Even a light touch sends them into hysterics" Alie remarked, pointing down. The alien Lord chuckled as he said "AAAHAHAH splendid! I knew the human outcast would prove useful! AH HA HA! Tell me Runaway, Is it all of you who experience this? Alie smirked once again, "It works on most people, but specifically the human women actually PAY people to soften, exfoliate and sensitize their feet and soles, even paying extra to paint them up and decorate them! Which makes it WAAY worse!" Beebu grew excited at this "Bleh! That is quite illogical of your kind hooman! NYEHEHEHEHE!" Alie unconsciously curled her unpainted toes at the insectoid's comment, knowing that during her time on earth, she had gotten more than her fair share of pedicures.
Lord Gargas chuckled further, "We would love to see examples of this... unusual phenomenon amongst the human population!" Alie pulled out her old smartphone and after a quick Zoogl search, pulled up a few videos, featuring women in bondage, going absolutely bananas by simply receiving light stimulation on their bare soles. From fingers, feathers, and even light paintbrushes. "AAAHAHAHA HOW DELIGHTFUL! This shall be the way we conquer! As well as providing us ample entertainment! Thank you Runaway! I knew you would be valueable when we bumped into you! But tell me, why do they laugh?" Alie elaborated "It's involuntary, they can't help it, and it's how you know it's working." She felt no remorse as she remarked, "I have no love for Earth or my kind, this girl? Is only out for number one"
"But we must test this theory to ensure effocacy" the Alien Lord proclaimed. Alie once again adopted a smug disposition. "Just grab a test subject from any earth city, shouldn't be too terribly hard." The Alien Lord smiled as he bluntly stated "Why would we do that? When we already have one here?" His finger once again hoovering over her corresponding button. Alie had no time to process this as Lord Gargas slammed her button, the trap door she was standing on dropped out and she fell through the floor, into the dungeon below. All the aliens in attendance shared a hearty chuckle at her now distant howl, enjoying their first human aquisition, the first of many. For years to come, aquired humans became a hot commodity and lucrative source of entertainment for Lord Gargas' criminal empire. The Milky Way galaxy became a popular tourist spot for intergalactic beings eager to see the shows featuting humans undergoing such silly suffering from something so seemingly trivial. And the most popular star of the show, was the Runaway, the human traitor, no longer able to run away.
She marched down the halls of the starship, escorted my armed guards, several high profile galactic criminals were meeting with the kingpin of galactic crime, Lord Gargas, to discuss the ins and outs of their criminal enterprise. Only the most high profile outlaws were afforded such a potentially lucrative opportunity, and receiving an invitation meant she had built up quite the criminal reputation. As she entered the grand hall she saw through her visor a myriad of alien lowlives, insectoids, lizarians, and slimezars were all present, but she was the first human to be extended an invitation for a seat at this meeting.
Each guest in attendance was to surrender their weapons and equipment, attending the meeting unarmed as a show of good faith, and during the meeting attendees were made to stand on specialized metal platforms throughout the hall, able to be activated by Lord Gargas and dropping any dissenters down to the starship's dungeon. This discouraged not only attempts on his life, but also speaking out of turn. She approached the platform and activated several switches within the suit using her fingers and toes.
A sharp hissing sound escapes the nearly 6ft power armor as it opens and a small, svelt human woman steps out, wearing only a gray onsie, her arms, legs and feet completely bare, a necessity when piloting her custom made armor suit, her chin length auburn hair flowing elegantly. Stepping onto the cold metal platform, her bare toes curled at the cruelly chilly sensation of the surface on her size 10 wide soles. She made an effort to remain stone faced, so as to not show weakness in front of her criminal peers. As the meeting began, the guests discussed all topics of their criminal enterprise, from thievery to transporting stolen goods. A Lizarian drug trafficker named Zopp was currently arguing with Gargas due to the terms of a recent and unfavorable change in the terms of their agreement. "Gargas! The margins by which I operate are already razor thin! Hoow am I supposed to adjust and feeed my hatchlings when you're taking this outragously higher cut!" Gargas gazed down at the defiant Lizarian, most displeased.
"That is a problem for YOUU to navigate!" Zopp scoffed at the answer. "Outrageous I say! You, you SLARG!" Weary of the back and forth, Lord Gargas' finger hoovered above a button on the arm of his chair. Visibly distressed, Zopps' demeanor immediately changed. "H-hang on! Great Lord Gargas, I-I simply and of course respectfully sugge-AAAAAAAAAHHHhhh!" Gargas had pressed the button, sending Zopp to fall through the trap door and to the dungeon below, a harsh display of his absolute authority. "Next topic" he said, coldly punctuating his cruel act. Alie's big naked toes nervously fidgeted as she reminded herself to remain on Gargas' good side and ingratiate herself.
"Runaway! You are of the humans, and I find your kind so... pleasing to the eye. How may I go about, procuring a few beautiful specimens for my entertainment business?" The alien mob boss inquired. "Pff how would I know? Alie says, raising an eyebrow. The humans cast me out, I'm a fugitive, I'm no more of the humans now than I am of the insectoids." A small insectoid in attendance, Beebu, seemed to take offense to her flippant comment. Beebu spoke up "Nyegh! You are a hooman! You must have some... insight into the intricacies of their nyeh! Anatomyy! Weaknesses and soforth! Pull your weight sapien!" Alie takes a moment to scoff at her alien compatriots, laughing at their comical ignorance of the human species.
"Heh, well, I maybe know of, a little something something" she says with a wry smile. Gargas perked up, leaning forward in his chair. "Ah do tell, we are ever so fascinated with your... fetching kind. And we'd love to know your... secrets" the alien lord cooly remarked. Alie replied, "Well, if you're after human secrets, there is a... shortcut" Lord Gargas once again inquired "Any insights you offer would be... most appreciated." "Sure thing boss" Alie replied bubbily once again with a coy smile "Well, most humans have one very specific weak spot" Gargas once again leaned forward on his throne, eager to hear this news. "Ah! Is it the eyes? I find them so appealing, and I would prefer my merchandise be... undamaged." Alie continued, "No no, nothing so barbaric, we are civilized after all,. No, it's..." she paused for dramatic effect as the aliens all leaned in and she raised an eyebrow. "The soles of their feet" she says as she unknowingly flutters her substantially plump toes, drawing the eyes of even the most multi-eyed aliens. "Nyeh! What do you mean hooman!?" Beebu croaked. Alie smirked, gleefully taking the opportunity to elaborate, "Well, if you lightly stimulate the bottoms of a humans feet, it's unbearable, they can't stand it and drives them absolutely crazy, any and all secrets you want WILL be yours in mere moments" The aliens all looked to each other inquisitively, "So humans are vulnerable to damage there? On their bare soles?"
Alie once again smirked, "That's the beauty of it, it's torture, they can't stand it, but doing it causes absolutely zero harm to the human that you do it to, you see, the endings of the human nerve receptors are more sensitive, EXTREMELY sensitive, and those nerves end in the soles of the FEET! Even a light touch sends them into hysterics" Alie remarked, pointing down. The alien Lord chuckled as he said "AAAHAHAH splendid! I knew the human outcast would prove useful! AH HA HA! Tell me Runaway, Is it all of you who experience this? Alie smirked once again, "It works on most people, but specifically the human women actually PAY people to soften, exfoliate and sensitize their feet and soles, even paying extra to paint them up and decorate them! Which makes it WAAY worse!" Beebu grew excited at this "Bleh! That is quite illogical of your kind hooman! NYEHEHEHEHE!" Alie unconsciously curled her unpainted toes at the insectoid's comment, knowing that during her time on earth, she had gotten more than her fair share of pedicures.
Lord Gargas chuckled further, "We would love to see examples of this... unusual phenomenon amongst the human population!" Alie pulled out her old smartphone and after a quick Zoogl search, pulled up a few videos, featuring women in bondage, going absolutely bananas by simply receiving light stimulation on their bare soles. From fingers, feathers, and even light paintbrushes. "AAAHAHAHA HOW DELIGHTFUL! This shall be the way we conquer! As well as providing us ample entertainment! Thank you Runaway! I knew you would be valueable when we bumped into you! But tell me, why do they laugh?" Alie elaborated "It's involuntary, they can't help it, and it's how you know it's working." She felt no remorse as she remarked, "I have no love for Earth or my kind, this girl? Is only out for number one"
"But we must test this theory to ensure effocacy" the Alien Lord proclaimed. Alie once again adopted a smug disposition. "Just grab a test subject from any earth city, shouldn't be too terribly hard." The Alien Lord smiled as he bluntly stated "Why would we do that? When we already have one here?" His finger once again hoovering over her corresponding button. Alie had no time to process this as Lord Gargas slammed her button, the trap door she was standing on dropped out and she fell through the floor, into the dungeon below. All the aliens in attendance shared a hearty chuckle at her now distant howl, enjoying their first human aquisition, the first of many. For years to come, aquired humans became a hot commodity and lucrative source of entertainment for Lord Gargas' criminal empire. The Milky Way galaxy became a popular tourist spot for intergalactic beings eager to see the shows featuting humans undergoing such silly suffering from something so seemingly trivial. And the most popular star of the show, was the Runaway, the human traitor, no longer able to run away.
