ElFewja
2nd Level Red Feather
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If The Shoe Fits – F,*/f feet
The torches that lined stifling stone walls crackled mournfully, the wood beneath the orange flames croaking and heaving out a listlessly curling smoke that painted at the curved roof of the tunnel. Crossing her arms behind her lower back, she spread her knees apart and let out a yawn, water prodding at her eyelids as she stared down the hallway, watching the flames' light wink out into a pulsing orb of shadow at the end of the hall. Across the door and to her right her comrade in arms stood at the ready, her form as firm as a shafted arrow ready to pounce through an enemy's plate. Her tan hair spilled and rippled down her backside, cresting over the silken black coat and curling away just above the coat tails. Letting out a huff, her lips furled and she glanced over, a scowl creasing her brow as she stamped out, "On your guard!"
Closing her eyes, she heaved out a sigh and addressed her attention forward, rubbing the toe of her black boot against the lush red carpet that rolled from the door behind them and into the void ahead. With a shift of her elbows, she let her arms fall back to her side, her wrist glancing off of her sword hilt. Just as she began to shift her hips, the rusted hinges of the door moaned and whined while the door slowly creaked open. The princess stomped out of the door, the fabric of her thin pink dress swishing as she stamped forward, her arms quaking and her fingers balled into fists while she sped down the hall.
A sigh of relief painted her lips and she eased her shoulders back as the princess passed them by without a word, her form vanquished by the darkness within moments. Twisting her arm, she reached for the door, stalling it from slamming against the stone entry way. It continued to move, pushing its weight into her and sending her skidding across the carpet momentarily. Bending her knees, she threw up her left arm and leaned into the door, stealing its momentum and slowing it to a crawl.
With a quick glance towards her motionless superior, she caught her just as she raised her chin, her upper lip twitching. The woman's form compressed and tightened and the tip of her nose twitched. Groaning, she pushed against the door, her boots slipping away as though she strode across wet grass. The door began to croak back and she eased up, standing straight as she thrust her weight ahead, preparing to shift her momentum into the door. A golden twinkle caught her eye and she felt her eyes narrow as she peeked around the edge of the door.
A gaping maw of darkness swept from within the corridor while dying smoke simmered along the edges of the doorway. Her superior clicked her tongue loudly, then tapped her boot heel against a moss-lined stone. Groaning, she rolled her eyes and stood straight, letting her arms fall to her sides while her commander spun to face her, taking two loud, clicking steps towards her that were hardly nullified by the carpet beneath her. Clomping her feet together, she spread her shoulders straight and sent a hot glare upwards towards her.
Mischief played at her lips like a harp, and she felt them pull back just a hair while a light flicked in her eye. Her commander's eyes narrowed into slits as she quickly stamped out a commanding question with her meek, trilling voice. "And just what do you think you're doing?" The door slowly creaked against the wall, thumping against it.
Feeling her mind grow blank, she clawed at impartial thoughts while her breathing hastened. Of course she should have followed after that bratty princess; they were her royal guard, after all. A bead of sweat trickled down the edge of her nose, and she felt herself involuntarily sniff. The urge to follow the sniff up with words seared at her tongue, and she felt her mouth open and dribble out, "I just wanted to make sure the room was intact before we left, Miss!" The smoke swirled around the edges of the door, wrapping around it like fingers before floating downwards and dissipating. A thought crawled up her spine, and she shivered, her eyes wincing ever so slightly; why hadn't her superior taken off after the princess?
Crossing her arms, her commander glanced down the hall and clicked her tongue against her teeth, then nodded. With a quick turn towards her, she nodded again, buckling her with "Good work, soldier." Looking into the room, she lifted her chin, "Hurry up, then." Licking her lips, she felt relief scratch at her lungs while her heart slammed about between her ribs. Careful not to let her eyes twinkle with the thought of the treasures she was about to behold, she felt her focus fall inward, towards images of vast piles of gold.
For a moment she stood still, slowing her breath, casting out her idle thoughts while she traced her eyes up and around a crooked path that lined the wall, following it towards a torch just out of her reach. Stepping towards it, she leaned over and plucked it from the wall then eased back and thrust it in front of her, dispelling the darkness from a small sphere in front of her as she let her legs carry her ahead. Though she took strong, powerful strides, she felt her heart murmuring with fear as she entered the black room. Touching her hand to the wall of the doorway, she felt for the corner then wrapped her fingertips around it, peering through the darkness for another torch.
A sword shape shadow boomeranged along the wall, and she quickly flourished her torch towards it, the fire spitting and cackling at the sudden motion. Light flicked along the wall, revealing their obsidian tones. Just out of the sphere of influence cast by the torch, she saw a long stick attached to the wall, a wide rectangle shadow darkening the depths behind it. Exhaling with relief, she took a step towards it, drawing her arm from the wall such that only her nails continued to touch it.
As she spun the torch in her hand towards the other one, she watched it spew and cough out loud strands of swishing smoke. Tapping her torch next to it, she watched it sputter back to life ever so slowly before withdrawing her own torch. A few steps to the right she caught sight of another felled hunk of wood. Whispering across the threshold of light, she reached into the shadows and cast her torch against the next one, banishing the darkness into a now visible corner.
Glancing over her shoulder, she felt her lips rush to the left side of her face as she sighed, her gaze falling across the vacant room. Disappoint wrung her of her hope as she eyed the single, wooden throne that sat hunched against the center of the far wall. Before it, a single brown boot lay, sulking and whimpering on its side. Tilting her head, she eyed the low reaching head, its leather fanning out like flower petals. The click of boot heels came behind her, and she felt her backside stiffen, her shoulders rolling back while the light in her hand trembled.
With a gentle, piercing cough, she felt herself spun around, tapping her boots together as she stared over top of her commanders head. The woman glanced at her, then turned towards the throne and discarded boot, her eyelids drooping and the ends of her eyes spreading out as she tilted her head. Drawing a hand upward, she touched her knuckle to her chin and turned her head slightly away, her eyes remaining fixated on the shoe as she skidded her left foot forward.
Staring forward, she watched out of the corner of her eye as her commanding officer carefully stepped forward, letting her boot fall slowly as though testing the floor for booby traps before sweeping her next foot forward. Light and shadow twisted around her, and she stepped directly over the fiery lines of conflict as the two forces fenced one another, shadows overtaking her ankles. As she neared the raised step before the forlorn throne, she knelt down, tilting her head towards her shoulder as she peered at the listless boot.
With a sniff, she nodded and reached out, her arm wrapped by shadow as she ran her finger over archaic characters forged into the sole of the boot. "You hear so many stories," she said, her voice wilting against the floor like sullen night rain. Drawing her hand back to her face, she touched her finger and thumb beneath her nose then spread them out, stroking around her lips and down to her chin.
Drawing in a noisy breath, she watched the little woman flinch and stiffen as her words began to scrawl out, "Ah?", her voice cut out by a lack of imagination.
"How can you not know?" she said tartly, standing straight and firm before spinning on her heels and slapping her arms to her sides. The firelight sparkled sinister hues in her eyes as her eyelids narrowed to slits, her black eyes glittering in the darkness. Sighing, she turned towards the boot, a light of mysticism twinkling in her black eyes. "The legend is that the first royal family's blood line died out, that the kingdom would fall into ruin." Huffing, she shook her head, her hair skirting over her shoulders, "Clearly, it didn't. But the story goes that a craftsman forged a pair of boots of… a unique design.” With a puff of a breath, the fingers of her left hand twitched and her lower eyelids hardened. “Supposedly only one of the lost bloodline can wear them.” Lifting her chin towards the boot, she let out words softer than powdery snow sailing on a windstorm, “The characters on the sole read ‘lead for nation.’” Sighing, she quickly lifted her arms and wrapped them together, sniffing loudly before raising her left hand and digging her fingers through her hair, “Well, the characters for 'for' and 'the' have only a scratch of a difference.” She tilted her head. “It probably just wore off.”
Feeling her lower lip roll forward and her eyes glaze over, she sniffed suddenly, a jolt riveting her backside as though she were ripped out of a trance. Blinking, she raised her hands above her shoulders and shook her head, snorting out a chuckle as her lips blended upwards. “That's ridiculous,” she said before letting her arms drop through the air and plop at her side. Glancing towards the boot, she stepped forward before bending her knee and setting her right boot on the raised step. Leaning forward over her knee, she lifted her chin towards it and coughed out a quick breath of a sentence, “That's just absurd.“
“Hush,“ her commander mewled out, her eyes locked on the boot. Slowly reaching forward, she carefully wrapped her fingers around it as though she touched a holy, fragile artifact. In a drawn out, smooth motion, she set the boot upright, then twisted it in place so the toe faced the door. Chuckling, she looked away from her superior, staring into the void that rippled and lapped at the far wall where the light vanished from existence.
Lifting her arm, she set her hand on her shoulder, extending her elbow to the right. A long, grasping shadow fell over the boot as her voice simmered upon her tongue. “It's just a boot. Anyone could put it on.“ Her commander immediately snapped her head towards her, her eyebrows spinning down over her nose like a pair of drawn swords, ready to slash at her. Inhaling with surprise, she arched backwards and dropped her leg from the step, edging her boot backward while light washed over the boot again.
Closing her eyes, she let a sigh drift from her lips while she turned towards the boot and stood straight. “Well, maybe.“ Letting her mouth hang open, she huffed, her chest visibly deflating. “Either way, its what it stands for, not--“
“Oh, stop,“ she groaned out, stepping forward heavily and whisking past the boot, the wind created by her movement sending it rattling back and forth on its heel. Spinning about, she huffed down in the throne and bent over, reaching for the leather that looped around her calf, “I'll settle this right now.“
As she tugged off her boot with a thick thunk, her commander spread her arms out, spinning her wrists in small circles at her sides. “wha-wha-what are you doing!“ she stammered out, her dark eyes growing wide. Grasping the boot, she drew it towards herself and slipped her foot into the leather as her commander's crackling voice plinked against the walls behind her and shadow overtook the boot, “That's an ancient relic!“
Squeezing her toes together, she slid her foot into the boot, feeling the warm fur that lined the insides nestle against her arch. Her heel pushed against where her ankle should have been and she raised her arms, slashing them together in front of her chest and scoffed a sharp “Tch.“ Reeling her foot beneath the throne, she suddenly thrust it forward, kicking the boot off and letting it fumble at her commander's feet while her commander threw her hands to her mouth, covering a ear splitting screech. “it's too small, anyway, but you see that?“ she called out, standing up. Spreading her knees apart and thrusting her left arm in front of her, she twirled her palm towards the ceiling and rattled her fingers at her commander, “anyone can put it on. It's just a small boot.“ The boot rattled, standing upright just in front of her commander, the toes pointing at the throne.
Her commander huffed rapid breaths, slowly spreading her fingers apart so that her lips were against visible between them. Drawing in heavy breaths through her gaping mouth, she visibly shook, her eyes locked on the boot. Thrusting her arm up in front of her face, she rolled her fingers towards her commander and closed her eyes, shaking her head, “It's just a boot,“ she said again. Prying her eyes open, she eyed the thing, then glanced at her commanders boots, measuring the distance between her heel and toes with the carpet before repeating the process for the relic. Lifting her chin, she thrust her nose in the air, “Try it yourself, you're a closer fit.“
Taking in a quaking breath, her commander slowly rolled her eyes up towards her, “Th-that's treasonous,“ she uttered, her words falling like a guillotine as she dropped a shivering hand to her sword hilt.
“Oh!“ she called out, thrashing her head to the torches, her hair fluttering behind her as she weaved her arms together, “Come off it!“ Puffing an exuberant breath, she turned towards her commander and stepped forward with her still clad boot, sending her arms in front of her, her palms half pointed at each other and her fingers bent as she mushed out, “If anything, it's treasonous to not.“ Nodding towards the doorway, she felt her chest grow flat as she continued to speak on the same breath, “If your story is true, royal blood wouldn't be found in the royal family.“ Crossing her arms again, she hobbled ahead on her bare foot, then spun out, “You saw how she left, she clearly isn't your chosen descendant.“ Twisting around, she turned her back to the torches then waved at the throne with her left arm, brushing her fingers back and forth towards the ground as she spoke, “Really, you aren't doing your civic duty if you don't.“
The commander's eyes slowly drifted towards the boot and she brought her hands towards one another, her fingertips gently clashing with one another, a misshaped triangle forming within her hands. The flames chirped and crackled behind her; curling her toes against the ground, she felt her foot lift away gently while the skin on her arch tightened. With a simple nod, the woman knelt down, spreading her hands apart before bringing them back together, carefully scooping the boot into her open palms as she said “you're right“ in a frail, brittle voice that crumpled apart as it fell through the air.
Lifting her left eyebrow, she quickly turned her face towards the darkened throne, dashing the smirk that crossed her lips from her superior's sight. The little woman took a step forward, then brought her other boot in line with the first before treading another nervous step ahead. Within a few moments she crossed in front of the throne, her knees shaking as she turned about and sat on it. Resting her back against the wide throne she appeared as a small tadpole lost in the ocean. Closing her eyes, she exhaled and scooted over, setting the boot against the throne while she drew up her right foot, placing her raised boot-heel onto the edge of the seat. As she wrapped her fingers around her boot, she bit her lower lip and looked back towards the sullen footwear that rested next to her. A sudden burst of lightning-like energy flashed across her eyes and she tugged her footwear away, gently laying it to rest next to the leg of the throne.
With a deep breath she righted herself, drawing her hands upwards towards the boot as though drifting them across the top of a serene underground pool. Slowly wrapping her fingers around the boot, she exhaled and nodded, lifting her foot while ushering the boot towards it. In a quick motion she curled her toes together, dipping them into the uncertain waters while lowering her leg and tapping her foot against the floor. She bent her arms away, her hands perpendicular with her as she stared downward for several moments as though frozen in time. A great, audible click resounded in the hall and she tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. With a sudden gasp she shot her legs out, pointing the soles of her boots towards the door while rapidly tapping her heels against the floor. Letting out a long, breathy “oh!“ she brought her hands to her face, covering her mouth while the curving characters in her boot lit a bright red while a streak of black doused another stretch of the fiery light.
Letting out a serene shriek of an “eeeeehp!“ she thrashed to her side, convulsing over the arm rest before reeling back in the chair and slamming her arms down, tightly gripping the arm rests. A surprised inhale rippled through her and she edged her bare foot back, turning her side towards her commander as she shriveled forward, hunching her torso over her knees before mewling out a lilting, squeaky giggle of “eeheeheehp.“
The ripple of shadow faded from the boot and the hidden line of crimson light. Scratching her cheek, she clamped her teeth together and her lips went wide as she read the ancient character 'laugh' where 'lead' had formerly been. Laugh for kingdom, she realized as she crossed her arms before the giggling wench who writhed to her right, tossing her chin into her shoulder. Closing her eyes and groaning, she turned towards the doorway and slowly opened her watery eyes. This wasn't a treasure chamber, her mind slowly scrawled against her awareness, nor was this a sacred relic. This was a torture chamber, and the boot was a torture device. The little maiden's jaw dropped and she spilled forsaken laughter against the ground, which flooded like a waterfall down the step and began to slowly pool around the sunken crevices in the bricks. Shifting her hand behind her neck, she began to run her fingers through her hair, pushing it up and over her opposing ear. Muttering out, “Hoo boy,“ she looked upon the cackling woman before her as she mused at the structure and location of this particular chamber. Snickering, she crossed her arms as the commander's face shot up, her eyes bulging and her laughter clogging her throat into silence. With a smirk, she felt smoky words form against her mind: those naughty royal bloods.
“get it—eeeh!“ her commander squealed out, her fingers wrapping around the edges of the armrests as she shook her head up and down, “get it off!“ Kicking at the top of the boot with her other foot, her boot slid down the leather helplessly and she melted onto her side as she bellowed out “yee! Yeeeee!“ Her commander writhed in place, shooting straight out an angle, then freezing before snuffing out several giggles and crumpling into the chair while shaking the boot around as though trying to rid it of mud.
A nefarious thought wiggled across her mind, and she smirked, stepping forward. “Oh, absolutely,“ she spoke out, her voice thick like honey. Her superior bucked backward, stamping the bottoms of her boots against the floor, then scraping them forward as she stepped up to the throne. In a quick motion she swept down and threw her back to the chair, wrapping her left arm around the woman's ankle and placing her hand at the top of her soldier's boot.
“The-eee!“ Her commander shrieked, bobbing in place as she slapped her hands to her lips and turned away. “Theotheronetheotherone!“ she called out, closing her eyes as she set her hands to her forehead, dragging her fingertips down over her eyes, pulling her lids shut. Chuckling, she twisted the boot downward, letting it fall freely through the air and thump against the ground as she tightened her grip around the woman's wiggling foot.
Curling her naked toes into her soles, she pointed towards the door and whimpered a meager tug, her heel slapping at her bicep. “My mistake,“ she said thickly, her voice peppering the top of the woman's smooth foot. Drawing her free hand up, she rolled her fingers inward, then slipped the tip of her middle finger up the center of the woman's bare heel, rounding over it and along the edge of the woman's foot.
“Ho!“ she cried out, slapping her hands back into the armrests before slamming her back into the throne and rattling the tickler's boot onto the floor. Twisting her bare foot, she extended her toes and shrieked out “eeyaaah“ the moment the boot touched the ground, immediately lifting it away again and setting it on the edge of its raised heel.
With a smattering chuckle, she pressed her finger into the woman's murky flesh, twisting small spirals from the edge of her foot above her heel and into the writhing wrinkles that formed then dissipated beneath her as she twisted her foot about, pointing to the left then curling into her arch on the right. “Please don't please don't,“ her commander whimpered out, her head sagging downward before she let out a grueling, “oooheeeeheee!“ while the boot clad foot danced about on the brickwork.
Bending her fingers inward, she lightly limped each of her tips across, drilling them into the woman's foot as she pivoted her wrist back and forth. “Really,“ she stated simply, raising her head and turning towards her, a wide grin on her face, “You have to work on your commands.“ Raking her fingers inward, she spread them out and watched as the woman coughed out a large gasp before groaning in a bout of air and stretching backward, “I can only assume you meant please don't stop.“
The woman's jaw dropped and she took in a loud breath before letting out a heated “noo!“ before sliding downward and letting out a “Kah!“ Her fingers rattled along the wooden armrests and she clamped her teeth down, her lips spreading far apart from them as she thrashed her head back and forth, punctuating the air with sharp giggles.
Letting out several giggles of her own in the same tone, she watched the woman's toes roll into a wave starting at her big toe, then flick out and pull backward, pushing the ball of her foot outward and stretching the skin of her foot taut. Tilting her head, her smile chipped into her cheeks at the invitation sent by the woman's arch. As her hand skittered across that soft skin she felt her fingers sink into it as though they tread on water. A black wind rolled through her and she felt her eyes flutter as her flesh melded into her commander's foot as though it belonged there. Curling her fingers together over the wrinkles that sought to defend her commander, she brought her fingers together and whirled them at the high point of the woman's foot.
A hot, exalted groan burnished her lips while the little woman slapped at the arm rests while twisting her chin into her chest. Her little toes curled together meekly, their smoke-colored nails flitting away as she tugged with her ankle, the bottom of her heel catching at the dangling cloth of her shirt sleeve. A wicked sneer formed on her lips, revealing her incisors as she flicked out, “Aw, what's the matter?“ Grinding her boot-clad foot against the ground, she rattled the toes and heels of the ticklers boot against the ground, murmuring soundless pleas through her fluttering lips.
The buzzing sound of a thousand gnats serenaded from the boot before bouncing off the walls and reverberating. Suddenly grasping the arms of the throne, the commander's eyes bolted open and she extended her neck, dropping her jaw and letting out a strangled, wavering grunt of “e...e-eeh!“ Her arms quivered and the color drained from her fingers as her nails scraped into the wood, her eyes twitching as their gaze looked beyond this world. The sound of her stilled breath rolled within her throat as her chest fell flat, the metal links of her chain mail shirt clacking against one another while the torchlight shimmered and sparkled off of them. Jolting forward, she turned towards the shadows and shut her eyes, squeaking out a minuscule snort of “keh.“
Clicking her tongue against her teeth, she felt a sinister desire boil within her, calling her fingers to action. Flicking them lightly, she traced the back of her nails upward, spiraling them out from the center of the woman's arch and letting them fan outward, her index finger up while the rest spun along her wrinkles, across the center of her foot. Her commander flicked her big toe against her longest multiple times before sending it forward, allowing it to cower beneath her second toe. The whole of her foot rattled back and forth, burrowing snugly into her nails while they latched onto her skin, moving back and forth with it. A tittering “Kehkehkehkeh“ splashed from her commander's mouth as her fingers slowly unfurled against her skin.
A slow chuckle fell from her lips, thumping against the ground as she flexed her fingers outward, slashing with her nails then setting two finger tips on the firm outer edge of her commander's foot while the other two remained poised on the skin beneath her toes. With a glance backward, she saw a rosy color blooming on her commander's cheeks. A wicked snicker forced itself from her lips, and she mewled out, “I think you like this.“
At once her commander froze, the muscles in her arms shivering as a strand of hair dangled in front of her face, glancing off of her nose and spilling over her lip. Slowly dragging her fingers back inward, she savored the sharp inhales as her commander pursed her lips together, a fiery blush flowering beneath her eyes. Flashing her teeth, she wiggled her fingers, sprinkling light touches right at the center of the woman's sole, where the skin formed a light divot before rising up and then sliding back into her arch. She shook her shoulders, then began to twist tightly away while pulling her lips in tighter as she sucked in and expelled rapid breaths through her nostrils.
Just as she pressed her fingertips in and raked in her nails lightly, her commander thrust herself back in her chair, extending her arms as she formed an angle with the floor. Her cheeks puffed out, and she flung her lips out as she quickly cast out “Stop,“ before reigning them back in and rolling her head upward.
Sprinkling her fingers again, she slowly spread her fingers out while rapidly tapping at the woman's flesh. An eerie squeal writhed in her throat for a moment before being snuffed out by a thrash of the woman's head. Cooing, she said “Aw,“ before silencing her fingers and finishing her sentence, “What's the matter?“ Wiggling her finger's just above her commander's skin, she felt the heat rolling off of it as she playfully wagged out, “To think, you were such a hardass during training--“
“Don't.“ her commander gasped out.
Without letting the interruption distill her, she continued to speak, “And to think--“
“Don't!“ she coughed out, pulling herself upward before bending over her knees and tugging with her foot.
The smile smoldered at her lip, “All I have to do--“ she swiped down with her fingers, rapidly curling them into a claw before spinning them back outward. At once the woman bounced in her seat, letting out a frenzied “Kyaaah-ahaha!“ The sound of her nails scraping at the woman's flesh as she pointed her toes this way and that enthralled her, goading her to torment her superior. “Is touch your feet.“
For a brief instant her commander's eyes lit up and she dashed forward then hung limply over her knees, alternating at them briefly before a whirlwind of “kshshshshsh“ fell from her lips. Continuing to rub at her commander's sole, she watched as her delicate foot flexed back and forth, then tugged into her arm in an attempt to pull away. Failing that, she felt the muscles in her leg go limp and watched as her foot fell lifelessly to the side, revealing the sight of her wonderful arch. Clenching her teeth tightly, she felt her lips spread apart as she eagerly began raking her fingers up and down the woman's sole, instilling into it a terrible tickling. "To think you would be so easily defeated,“ she said simply as she raised her chin upward.
The droning of the boot drowned out her words and at once her commander split the room with a sharp "Oh!“ before thrusting her arms around her body, burrowing her fingers into her underarms as she turned and fell onto the arm rest, her hair spilling around her head as she looked downward. Shrieking out, "Get it off!“ she slapped her knees together then lifted the boot, slamming it into the stone so harshly that the wind kicked up the cloth of her pant legs.
A devious ruby light filled her being and she released the woman's bare foot as she eyed the slick leather of the boot. Letting her arms slither through the air, she set her hands over top of the warm, smooth leather. As her skin brushed against it, she felt many tiny vibrations rippling through it. Tilting her nose downward, she sneered then gripped around the top of the boot tightly. At once she felt the reverberations increase, pressing into the foot within the boot.
The room slowed to a still and she watched her commander's eyes glitter in the darkness while emotion flared up within them. Sparkling shadows danced around her irises and her jaw slowly crashed open, letting out a roar of "Ayeeeaahh!“ Smiling broadly, she hefted up the boot while wrapping her left arm around the woman's ankle. Spinning her hands around, she let both of her thumbs rub against the top while her fingers slipped around the bottom of the boot. Her commander's eyes spun towards her, a light of desperation twinkling in them as she called out "don't!“
Gripping tightly, she pushed the bottom of the boot against her commander's foot, her finger tips pressing into the archaic lettering that ran along the sole. With a tight squeeze, she felt her commander's toes splinter apart, forced to uncurl and press into the buzzing material. Drawing in a stormy breath, her hair fell over her face as she let out a horrible screech of "wahh!“ She lunged into her chair, flapping her knees like fins as she pressed her bare foot into her backside, pushing mightily. "Stop! Stohohoahahah!“ Floundering about within the chair, she dashed a hand over her gaping mouth, splitting her fingers over her nose and pressing the tip away as she pulled her fingertips over her right eyelid. "Get it off! Gehe-gehet it of—ahh!“ Twisting about, she fumbled for the arm rests and began cackling like a maddened saint.
A furious lust filled her lungs, instilling her with a great fervor as she felt her commander thrust her bare foot into her backside, burrowing her toes into her leather vest Huffing out a heated breath through her vindictive smile, the edges of her lips crested upward as she bellowed out, "Oh, but I'm trying.“ To that, her commander bawled with laughter, slapping at the air before her before winding her arms about herself like a top as she spun about in her throne.
Stiffing her breath, she fumbled for a moment before letting out a shocking cry of "eyah!“ before bundling her lips together and pouting out a sob. A second shriek of "eeyaaah“ brandished itself as she slapped her hands to her face, covering her eyes with her palms while her knee shirked about. "Get--“ she began, huffing in air before letting out another sharp "yahh!“
Squeezing tighter, she rubbed her thumbs over top of the vibrating boot as she let her melodious laughter ring with her commanders before smoking out, "Ah, what's that?“ Chuckling, she rolled her shoulders backward and curved her neck downward, a ravenous hunger flickering within her eyes as she hissed out, "I can't hear you.“
Panting, her breaths rising like a tide of giggles, she slowly choked out "Get-- it-- off“ before descending down a stairwell of bitter laughter.
A flame lit within her, and she felt herself char as the hissing flame expelled a single thought through her lips. "Say you like it,“ she said, her serrated voice sawing through the air.
At once her commander bellowed out "I like it! I like it!“
Throwing her head back and cackling, she rubbed her fingers up and down the boot, pushing it into her commander's captive foot while her shoulders shook and her laughter rang through the hall, thudding against the door far at the end of the hall. Rolling her gaze backward, she flashed her fangs at her commander as she spewed out, "Beg me to tickle you.“
Taking in a heavy breath, the air she sucked in roaring like a spring windstorm, she stilled herself for a moment, her wide eyes twitching at a frenzied pace. Beginning to mouth a plea of no, she fell silent and turned away, her jaw extending as she let her hand fall against the foot bottom, pressing her palm into it. At once she screeched out a long "Eee!“ before bucking into the back of the chair and, at the top of her lungs, screaming out, "Please tickle my feet!“
A delirious fog filled her and the words with pleasure foamed at her lips. As she turned towards her prize, she saw a shape step into the doorway, yellow light sparkling against a brilliant pink. Dropping the commander's boot, she shot up, letting her arms crash to her side as she raised her chin and stood at ready before the princess as she entered the room. With a snort, the princess stared down her nose at the quivering wreck in the chair before slashing her arms beneath her chest and knitting her hands around her elbows. "A fine punishment, I should think.“ Raising her chin at them, she scowled at the two of them before turning on her heel and beckoning, "For the both of you. Remove that from her immediately and report to the throne room.“ Stepping into the shadowy doorway, she turned, her eyes smoldering with the darkness as she stamped her foot and lashed out a sharp, "Now!“
With a jagged nod and eyes as wide as a dove, she shot down, winding her hand's around the boot in question. At once her commander squealed, extending her chin while twisting towards the right arm rest, gripping with both hands. Squeaking out chittering laughter, she shook herself back and forth while her fingers dug into the boot, a well spring of pleased delirium filling her before emptying into a muddy pit as she pulled the woman's foot free of the torture device. As it came free, the woman fell onto the arm rest, an arm dangling over it as she crumpled like a vacated sack of potatoes. Taking in heavy breaths, she let her foot thump against the ground while wiggling her toes defiantly. With a satisfied puff, the princess turned, her pointed heels clicking down the hall as she winked out of existence.
Stepping forward, she bent her knees slightly while scooping her arms around her commander and lifting her upright, helping her to her feet. Clamping her eyes shut, she huffed once then shoved the woman away before taking a uneven step forward. In a serene motion she stepped into her boots, tapping her heels against the floor before whisking into the doorway and down the hall, the patter of her boot heels thunking as she nodded and hurried down the carpeted floor to keep apace with her commander. As her bare sole stepped onto the warm carpet, she sniffed and turned around, grasping her boot and lifted her leg, shoving her naked flesh into her footwear as she hopped after her superior.
The torches that lined stifling stone walls crackled mournfully, the wood beneath the orange flames croaking and heaving out a listlessly curling smoke that painted at the curved roof of the tunnel. Crossing her arms behind her lower back, she spread her knees apart and let out a yawn, water prodding at her eyelids as she stared down the hallway, watching the flames' light wink out into a pulsing orb of shadow at the end of the hall. Across the door and to her right her comrade in arms stood at the ready, her form as firm as a shafted arrow ready to pounce through an enemy's plate. Her tan hair spilled and rippled down her backside, cresting over the silken black coat and curling away just above the coat tails. Letting out a huff, her lips furled and she glanced over, a scowl creasing her brow as she stamped out, "On your guard!"
Closing her eyes, she heaved out a sigh and addressed her attention forward, rubbing the toe of her black boot against the lush red carpet that rolled from the door behind them and into the void ahead. With a shift of her elbows, she let her arms fall back to her side, her wrist glancing off of her sword hilt. Just as she began to shift her hips, the rusted hinges of the door moaned and whined while the door slowly creaked open. The princess stomped out of the door, the fabric of her thin pink dress swishing as she stamped forward, her arms quaking and her fingers balled into fists while she sped down the hall.
A sigh of relief painted her lips and she eased her shoulders back as the princess passed them by without a word, her form vanquished by the darkness within moments. Twisting her arm, she reached for the door, stalling it from slamming against the stone entry way. It continued to move, pushing its weight into her and sending her skidding across the carpet momentarily. Bending her knees, she threw up her left arm and leaned into the door, stealing its momentum and slowing it to a crawl.
With a quick glance towards her motionless superior, she caught her just as she raised her chin, her upper lip twitching. The woman's form compressed and tightened and the tip of her nose twitched. Groaning, she pushed against the door, her boots slipping away as though she strode across wet grass. The door began to croak back and she eased up, standing straight as she thrust her weight ahead, preparing to shift her momentum into the door. A golden twinkle caught her eye and she felt her eyes narrow as she peeked around the edge of the door.
A gaping maw of darkness swept from within the corridor while dying smoke simmered along the edges of the doorway. Her superior clicked her tongue loudly, then tapped her boot heel against a moss-lined stone. Groaning, she rolled her eyes and stood straight, letting her arms fall to her sides while her commander spun to face her, taking two loud, clicking steps towards her that were hardly nullified by the carpet beneath her. Clomping her feet together, she spread her shoulders straight and sent a hot glare upwards towards her.
Mischief played at her lips like a harp, and she felt them pull back just a hair while a light flicked in her eye. Her commander's eyes narrowed into slits as she quickly stamped out a commanding question with her meek, trilling voice. "And just what do you think you're doing?" The door slowly creaked against the wall, thumping against it.
Feeling her mind grow blank, she clawed at impartial thoughts while her breathing hastened. Of course she should have followed after that bratty princess; they were her royal guard, after all. A bead of sweat trickled down the edge of her nose, and she felt herself involuntarily sniff. The urge to follow the sniff up with words seared at her tongue, and she felt her mouth open and dribble out, "I just wanted to make sure the room was intact before we left, Miss!" The smoke swirled around the edges of the door, wrapping around it like fingers before floating downwards and dissipating. A thought crawled up her spine, and she shivered, her eyes wincing ever so slightly; why hadn't her superior taken off after the princess?
Crossing her arms, her commander glanced down the hall and clicked her tongue against her teeth, then nodded. With a quick turn towards her, she nodded again, buckling her with "Good work, soldier." Looking into the room, she lifted her chin, "Hurry up, then." Licking her lips, she felt relief scratch at her lungs while her heart slammed about between her ribs. Careful not to let her eyes twinkle with the thought of the treasures she was about to behold, she felt her focus fall inward, towards images of vast piles of gold.
For a moment she stood still, slowing her breath, casting out her idle thoughts while she traced her eyes up and around a crooked path that lined the wall, following it towards a torch just out of her reach. Stepping towards it, she leaned over and plucked it from the wall then eased back and thrust it in front of her, dispelling the darkness from a small sphere in front of her as she let her legs carry her ahead. Though she took strong, powerful strides, she felt her heart murmuring with fear as she entered the black room. Touching her hand to the wall of the doorway, she felt for the corner then wrapped her fingertips around it, peering through the darkness for another torch.
A sword shape shadow boomeranged along the wall, and she quickly flourished her torch towards it, the fire spitting and cackling at the sudden motion. Light flicked along the wall, revealing their obsidian tones. Just out of the sphere of influence cast by the torch, she saw a long stick attached to the wall, a wide rectangle shadow darkening the depths behind it. Exhaling with relief, she took a step towards it, drawing her arm from the wall such that only her nails continued to touch it.
As she spun the torch in her hand towards the other one, she watched it spew and cough out loud strands of swishing smoke. Tapping her torch next to it, she watched it sputter back to life ever so slowly before withdrawing her own torch. A few steps to the right she caught sight of another felled hunk of wood. Whispering across the threshold of light, she reached into the shadows and cast her torch against the next one, banishing the darkness into a now visible corner.
Glancing over her shoulder, she felt her lips rush to the left side of her face as she sighed, her gaze falling across the vacant room. Disappoint wrung her of her hope as she eyed the single, wooden throne that sat hunched against the center of the far wall. Before it, a single brown boot lay, sulking and whimpering on its side. Tilting her head, she eyed the low reaching head, its leather fanning out like flower petals. The click of boot heels came behind her, and she felt her backside stiffen, her shoulders rolling back while the light in her hand trembled.
With a gentle, piercing cough, she felt herself spun around, tapping her boots together as she stared over top of her commanders head. The woman glanced at her, then turned towards the throne and discarded boot, her eyelids drooping and the ends of her eyes spreading out as she tilted her head. Drawing a hand upward, she touched her knuckle to her chin and turned her head slightly away, her eyes remaining fixated on the shoe as she skidded her left foot forward.
Staring forward, she watched out of the corner of her eye as her commanding officer carefully stepped forward, letting her boot fall slowly as though testing the floor for booby traps before sweeping her next foot forward. Light and shadow twisted around her, and she stepped directly over the fiery lines of conflict as the two forces fenced one another, shadows overtaking her ankles. As she neared the raised step before the forlorn throne, she knelt down, tilting her head towards her shoulder as she peered at the listless boot.
With a sniff, she nodded and reached out, her arm wrapped by shadow as she ran her finger over archaic characters forged into the sole of the boot. "You hear so many stories," she said, her voice wilting against the floor like sullen night rain. Drawing her hand back to her face, she touched her finger and thumb beneath her nose then spread them out, stroking around her lips and down to her chin.
Drawing in a noisy breath, she watched the little woman flinch and stiffen as her words began to scrawl out, "Ah?", her voice cut out by a lack of imagination.
"How can you not know?" she said tartly, standing straight and firm before spinning on her heels and slapping her arms to her sides. The firelight sparkled sinister hues in her eyes as her eyelids narrowed to slits, her black eyes glittering in the darkness. Sighing, she turned towards the boot, a light of mysticism twinkling in her black eyes. "The legend is that the first royal family's blood line died out, that the kingdom would fall into ruin." Huffing, she shook her head, her hair skirting over her shoulders, "Clearly, it didn't. But the story goes that a craftsman forged a pair of boots of… a unique design.” With a puff of a breath, the fingers of her left hand twitched and her lower eyelids hardened. “Supposedly only one of the lost bloodline can wear them.” Lifting her chin towards the boot, she let out words softer than powdery snow sailing on a windstorm, “The characters on the sole read ‘lead for nation.’” Sighing, she quickly lifted her arms and wrapped them together, sniffing loudly before raising her left hand and digging her fingers through her hair, “Well, the characters for 'for' and 'the' have only a scratch of a difference.” She tilted her head. “It probably just wore off.”
Feeling her lower lip roll forward and her eyes glaze over, she sniffed suddenly, a jolt riveting her backside as though she were ripped out of a trance. Blinking, she raised her hands above her shoulders and shook her head, snorting out a chuckle as her lips blended upwards. “That's ridiculous,” she said before letting her arms drop through the air and plop at her side. Glancing towards the boot, she stepped forward before bending her knee and setting her right boot on the raised step. Leaning forward over her knee, she lifted her chin towards it and coughed out a quick breath of a sentence, “That's just absurd.“
“Hush,“ her commander mewled out, her eyes locked on the boot. Slowly reaching forward, she carefully wrapped her fingers around it as though she touched a holy, fragile artifact. In a drawn out, smooth motion, she set the boot upright, then twisted it in place so the toe faced the door. Chuckling, she looked away from her superior, staring into the void that rippled and lapped at the far wall where the light vanished from existence.
Lifting her arm, she set her hand on her shoulder, extending her elbow to the right. A long, grasping shadow fell over the boot as her voice simmered upon her tongue. “It's just a boot. Anyone could put it on.“ Her commander immediately snapped her head towards her, her eyebrows spinning down over her nose like a pair of drawn swords, ready to slash at her. Inhaling with surprise, she arched backwards and dropped her leg from the step, edging her boot backward while light washed over the boot again.
Closing her eyes, she let a sigh drift from her lips while she turned towards the boot and stood straight. “Well, maybe.“ Letting her mouth hang open, she huffed, her chest visibly deflating. “Either way, its what it stands for, not--“
“Oh, stop,“ she groaned out, stepping forward heavily and whisking past the boot, the wind created by her movement sending it rattling back and forth on its heel. Spinning about, she huffed down in the throne and bent over, reaching for the leather that looped around her calf, “I'll settle this right now.“
As she tugged off her boot with a thick thunk, her commander spread her arms out, spinning her wrists in small circles at her sides. “wha-wha-what are you doing!“ she stammered out, her dark eyes growing wide. Grasping the boot, she drew it towards herself and slipped her foot into the leather as her commander's crackling voice plinked against the walls behind her and shadow overtook the boot, “That's an ancient relic!“
Squeezing her toes together, she slid her foot into the boot, feeling the warm fur that lined the insides nestle against her arch. Her heel pushed against where her ankle should have been and she raised her arms, slashing them together in front of her chest and scoffed a sharp “Tch.“ Reeling her foot beneath the throne, she suddenly thrust it forward, kicking the boot off and letting it fumble at her commander's feet while her commander threw her hands to her mouth, covering a ear splitting screech. “it's too small, anyway, but you see that?“ she called out, standing up. Spreading her knees apart and thrusting her left arm in front of her, she twirled her palm towards the ceiling and rattled her fingers at her commander, “anyone can put it on. It's just a small boot.“ The boot rattled, standing upright just in front of her commander, the toes pointing at the throne.
Her commander huffed rapid breaths, slowly spreading her fingers apart so that her lips were against visible between them. Drawing in heavy breaths through her gaping mouth, she visibly shook, her eyes locked on the boot. Thrusting her arm up in front of her face, she rolled her fingers towards her commander and closed her eyes, shaking her head, “It's just a boot,“ she said again. Prying her eyes open, she eyed the thing, then glanced at her commanders boots, measuring the distance between her heel and toes with the carpet before repeating the process for the relic. Lifting her chin, she thrust her nose in the air, “Try it yourself, you're a closer fit.“
Taking in a quaking breath, her commander slowly rolled her eyes up towards her, “Th-that's treasonous,“ she uttered, her words falling like a guillotine as she dropped a shivering hand to her sword hilt.
“Oh!“ she called out, thrashing her head to the torches, her hair fluttering behind her as she weaved her arms together, “Come off it!“ Puffing an exuberant breath, she turned towards her commander and stepped forward with her still clad boot, sending her arms in front of her, her palms half pointed at each other and her fingers bent as she mushed out, “If anything, it's treasonous to not.“ Nodding towards the doorway, she felt her chest grow flat as she continued to speak on the same breath, “If your story is true, royal blood wouldn't be found in the royal family.“ Crossing her arms again, she hobbled ahead on her bare foot, then spun out, “You saw how she left, she clearly isn't your chosen descendant.“ Twisting around, she turned her back to the torches then waved at the throne with her left arm, brushing her fingers back and forth towards the ground as she spoke, “Really, you aren't doing your civic duty if you don't.“
The commander's eyes slowly drifted towards the boot and she brought her hands towards one another, her fingertips gently clashing with one another, a misshaped triangle forming within her hands. The flames chirped and crackled behind her; curling her toes against the ground, she felt her foot lift away gently while the skin on her arch tightened. With a simple nod, the woman knelt down, spreading her hands apart before bringing them back together, carefully scooping the boot into her open palms as she said “you're right“ in a frail, brittle voice that crumpled apart as it fell through the air.
Lifting her left eyebrow, she quickly turned her face towards the darkened throne, dashing the smirk that crossed her lips from her superior's sight. The little woman took a step forward, then brought her other boot in line with the first before treading another nervous step ahead. Within a few moments she crossed in front of the throne, her knees shaking as she turned about and sat on it. Resting her back against the wide throne she appeared as a small tadpole lost in the ocean. Closing her eyes, she exhaled and scooted over, setting the boot against the throne while she drew up her right foot, placing her raised boot-heel onto the edge of the seat. As she wrapped her fingers around her boot, she bit her lower lip and looked back towards the sullen footwear that rested next to her. A sudden burst of lightning-like energy flashed across her eyes and she tugged her footwear away, gently laying it to rest next to the leg of the throne.
With a deep breath she righted herself, drawing her hands upwards towards the boot as though drifting them across the top of a serene underground pool. Slowly wrapping her fingers around the boot, she exhaled and nodded, lifting her foot while ushering the boot towards it. In a quick motion she curled her toes together, dipping them into the uncertain waters while lowering her leg and tapping her foot against the floor. She bent her arms away, her hands perpendicular with her as she stared downward for several moments as though frozen in time. A great, audible click resounded in the hall and she tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. With a sudden gasp she shot her legs out, pointing the soles of her boots towards the door while rapidly tapping her heels against the floor. Letting out a long, breathy “oh!“ she brought her hands to her face, covering her mouth while the curving characters in her boot lit a bright red while a streak of black doused another stretch of the fiery light.
Letting out a serene shriek of an “eeeeehp!“ she thrashed to her side, convulsing over the arm rest before reeling back in the chair and slamming her arms down, tightly gripping the arm rests. A surprised inhale rippled through her and she edged her bare foot back, turning her side towards her commander as she shriveled forward, hunching her torso over her knees before mewling out a lilting, squeaky giggle of “eeheeheehp.“
The ripple of shadow faded from the boot and the hidden line of crimson light. Scratching her cheek, she clamped her teeth together and her lips went wide as she read the ancient character 'laugh' where 'lead' had formerly been. Laugh for kingdom, she realized as she crossed her arms before the giggling wench who writhed to her right, tossing her chin into her shoulder. Closing her eyes and groaning, she turned towards the doorway and slowly opened her watery eyes. This wasn't a treasure chamber, her mind slowly scrawled against her awareness, nor was this a sacred relic. This was a torture chamber, and the boot was a torture device. The little maiden's jaw dropped and she spilled forsaken laughter against the ground, which flooded like a waterfall down the step and began to slowly pool around the sunken crevices in the bricks. Shifting her hand behind her neck, she began to run her fingers through her hair, pushing it up and over her opposing ear. Muttering out, “Hoo boy,“ she looked upon the cackling woman before her as she mused at the structure and location of this particular chamber. Snickering, she crossed her arms as the commander's face shot up, her eyes bulging and her laughter clogging her throat into silence. With a smirk, she felt smoky words form against her mind: those naughty royal bloods.
“get it—eeeh!“ her commander squealed out, her fingers wrapping around the edges of the armrests as she shook her head up and down, “get it off!“ Kicking at the top of the boot with her other foot, her boot slid down the leather helplessly and she melted onto her side as she bellowed out “yee! Yeeeee!“ Her commander writhed in place, shooting straight out an angle, then freezing before snuffing out several giggles and crumpling into the chair while shaking the boot around as though trying to rid it of mud.
A nefarious thought wiggled across her mind, and she smirked, stepping forward. “Oh, absolutely,“ she spoke out, her voice thick like honey. Her superior bucked backward, stamping the bottoms of her boots against the floor, then scraping them forward as she stepped up to the throne. In a quick motion she swept down and threw her back to the chair, wrapping her left arm around the woman's ankle and placing her hand at the top of her soldier's boot.
“The-eee!“ Her commander shrieked, bobbing in place as she slapped her hands to her lips and turned away. “Theotheronetheotherone!“ she called out, closing her eyes as she set her hands to her forehead, dragging her fingertips down over her eyes, pulling her lids shut. Chuckling, she twisted the boot downward, letting it fall freely through the air and thump against the ground as she tightened her grip around the woman's wiggling foot.
Curling her naked toes into her soles, she pointed towards the door and whimpered a meager tug, her heel slapping at her bicep. “My mistake,“ she said thickly, her voice peppering the top of the woman's smooth foot. Drawing her free hand up, she rolled her fingers inward, then slipped the tip of her middle finger up the center of the woman's bare heel, rounding over it and along the edge of the woman's foot.
“Ho!“ she cried out, slapping her hands back into the armrests before slamming her back into the throne and rattling the tickler's boot onto the floor. Twisting her bare foot, she extended her toes and shrieked out “eeyaaah“ the moment the boot touched the ground, immediately lifting it away again and setting it on the edge of its raised heel.
With a smattering chuckle, she pressed her finger into the woman's murky flesh, twisting small spirals from the edge of her foot above her heel and into the writhing wrinkles that formed then dissipated beneath her as she twisted her foot about, pointing to the left then curling into her arch on the right. “Please don't please don't,“ her commander whimpered out, her head sagging downward before she let out a grueling, “oooheeeeheee!“ while the boot clad foot danced about on the brickwork.
Bending her fingers inward, she lightly limped each of her tips across, drilling them into the woman's foot as she pivoted her wrist back and forth. “Really,“ she stated simply, raising her head and turning towards her, a wide grin on her face, “You have to work on your commands.“ Raking her fingers inward, she spread them out and watched as the woman coughed out a large gasp before groaning in a bout of air and stretching backward, “I can only assume you meant please don't stop.“
The woman's jaw dropped and she took in a loud breath before letting out a heated “noo!“ before sliding downward and letting out a “Kah!“ Her fingers rattled along the wooden armrests and she clamped her teeth down, her lips spreading far apart from them as she thrashed her head back and forth, punctuating the air with sharp giggles.
Letting out several giggles of her own in the same tone, she watched the woman's toes roll into a wave starting at her big toe, then flick out and pull backward, pushing the ball of her foot outward and stretching the skin of her foot taut. Tilting her head, her smile chipped into her cheeks at the invitation sent by the woman's arch. As her hand skittered across that soft skin she felt her fingers sink into it as though they tread on water. A black wind rolled through her and she felt her eyes flutter as her flesh melded into her commander's foot as though it belonged there. Curling her fingers together over the wrinkles that sought to defend her commander, she brought her fingers together and whirled them at the high point of the woman's foot.
A hot, exalted groan burnished her lips while the little woman slapped at the arm rests while twisting her chin into her chest. Her little toes curled together meekly, their smoke-colored nails flitting away as she tugged with her ankle, the bottom of her heel catching at the dangling cloth of her shirt sleeve. A wicked sneer formed on her lips, revealing her incisors as she flicked out, “Aw, what's the matter?“ Grinding her boot-clad foot against the ground, she rattled the toes and heels of the ticklers boot against the ground, murmuring soundless pleas through her fluttering lips.
The buzzing sound of a thousand gnats serenaded from the boot before bouncing off the walls and reverberating. Suddenly grasping the arms of the throne, the commander's eyes bolted open and she extended her neck, dropping her jaw and letting out a strangled, wavering grunt of “e...e-eeh!“ Her arms quivered and the color drained from her fingers as her nails scraped into the wood, her eyes twitching as their gaze looked beyond this world. The sound of her stilled breath rolled within her throat as her chest fell flat, the metal links of her chain mail shirt clacking against one another while the torchlight shimmered and sparkled off of them. Jolting forward, she turned towards the shadows and shut her eyes, squeaking out a minuscule snort of “keh.“
Clicking her tongue against her teeth, she felt a sinister desire boil within her, calling her fingers to action. Flicking them lightly, she traced the back of her nails upward, spiraling them out from the center of the woman's arch and letting them fan outward, her index finger up while the rest spun along her wrinkles, across the center of her foot. Her commander flicked her big toe against her longest multiple times before sending it forward, allowing it to cower beneath her second toe. The whole of her foot rattled back and forth, burrowing snugly into her nails while they latched onto her skin, moving back and forth with it. A tittering “Kehkehkehkeh“ splashed from her commander's mouth as her fingers slowly unfurled against her skin.
A slow chuckle fell from her lips, thumping against the ground as she flexed her fingers outward, slashing with her nails then setting two finger tips on the firm outer edge of her commander's foot while the other two remained poised on the skin beneath her toes. With a glance backward, she saw a rosy color blooming on her commander's cheeks. A wicked snicker forced itself from her lips, and she mewled out, “I think you like this.“
At once her commander froze, the muscles in her arms shivering as a strand of hair dangled in front of her face, glancing off of her nose and spilling over her lip. Slowly dragging her fingers back inward, she savored the sharp inhales as her commander pursed her lips together, a fiery blush flowering beneath her eyes. Flashing her teeth, she wiggled her fingers, sprinkling light touches right at the center of the woman's sole, where the skin formed a light divot before rising up and then sliding back into her arch. She shook her shoulders, then began to twist tightly away while pulling her lips in tighter as she sucked in and expelled rapid breaths through her nostrils.
Just as she pressed her fingertips in and raked in her nails lightly, her commander thrust herself back in her chair, extending her arms as she formed an angle with the floor. Her cheeks puffed out, and she flung her lips out as she quickly cast out “Stop,“ before reigning them back in and rolling her head upward.
Sprinkling her fingers again, she slowly spread her fingers out while rapidly tapping at the woman's flesh. An eerie squeal writhed in her throat for a moment before being snuffed out by a thrash of the woman's head. Cooing, she said “Aw,“ before silencing her fingers and finishing her sentence, “What's the matter?“ Wiggling her finger's just above her commander's skin, she felt the heat rolling off of it as she playfully wagged out, “To think, you were such a hardass during training--“
“Don't.“ her commander gasped out.
Without letting the interruption distill her, she continued to speak, “And to think--“
“Don't!“ she coughed out, pulling herself upward before bending over her knees and tugging with her foot.
The smile smoldered at her lip, “All I have to do--“ she swiped down with her fingers, rapidly curling them into a claw before spinning them back outward. At once the woman bounced in her seat, letting out a frenzied “Kyaaah-ahaha!“ The sound of her nails scraping at the woman's flesh as she pointed her toes this way and that enthralled her, goading her to torment her superior. “Is touch your feet.“
For a brief instant her commander's eyes lit up and she dashed forward then hung limply over her knees, alternating at them briefly before a whirlwind of “kshshshshsh“ fell from her lips. Continuing to rub at her commander's sole, she watched as her delicate foot flexed back and forth, then tugged into her arm in an attempt to pull away. Failing that, she felt the muscles in her leg go limp and watched as her foot fell lifelessly to the side, revealing the sight of her wonderful arch. Clenching her teeth tightly, she felt her lips spread apart as she eagerly began raking her fingers up and down the woman's sole, instilling into it a terrible tickling. "To think you would be so easily defeated,“ she said simply as she raised her chin upward.
The droning of the boot drowned out her words and at once her commander split the room with a sharp "Oh!“ before thrusting her arms around her body, burrowing her fingers into her underarms as she turned and fell onto the arm rest, her hair spilling around her head as she looked downward. Shrieking out, "Get it off!“ she slapped her knees together then lifted the boot, slamming it into the stone so harshly that the wind kicked up the cloth of her pant legs.
A devious ruby light filled her being and she released the woman's bare foot as she eyed the slick leather of the boot. Letting her arms slither through the air, she set her hands over top of the warm, smooth leather. As her skin brushed against it, she felt many tiny vibrations rippling through it. Tilting her nose downward, she sneered then gripped around the top of the boot tightly. At once she felt the reverberations increase, pressing into the foot within the boot.
The room slowed to a still and she watched her commander's eyes glitter in the darkness while emotion flared up within them. Sparkling shadows danced around her irises and her jaw slowly crashed open, letting out a roar of "Ayeeeaahh!“ Smiling broadly, she hefted up the boot while wrapping her left arm around the woman's ankle. Spinning her hands around, she let both of her thumbs rub against the top while her fingers slipped around the bottom of the boot. Her commander's eyes spun towards her, a light of desperation twinkling in them as she called out "don't!“
Gripping tightly, she pushed the bottom of the boot against her commander's foot, her finger tips pressing into the archaic lettering that ran along the sole. With a tight squeeze, she felt her commander's toes splinter apart, forced to uncurl and press into the buzzing material. Drawing in a stormy breath, her hair fell over her face as she let out a horrible screech of "wahh!“ She lunged into her chair, flapping her knees like fins as she pressed her bare foot into her backside, pushing mightily. "Stop! Stohohoahahah!“ Floundering about within the chair, she dashed a hand over her gaping mouth, splitting her fingers over her nose and pressing the tip away as she pulled her fingertips over her right eyelid. "Get it off! Gehe-gehet it of—ahh!“ Twisting about, she fumbled for the arm rests and began cackling like a maddened saint.
A furious lust filled her lungs, instilling her with a great fervor as she felt her commander thrust her bare foot into her backside, burrowing her toes into her leather vest Huffing out a heated breath through her vindictive smile, the edges of her lips crested upward as she bellowed out, "Oh, but I'm trying.“ To that, her commander bawled with laughter, slapping at the air before her before winding her arms about herself like a top as she spun about in her throne.
Stiffing her breath, she fumbled for a moment before letting out a shocking cry of "eyah!“ before bundling her lips together and pouting out a sob. A second shriek of "eeyaaah“ brandished itself as she slapped her hands to her face, covering her eyes with her palms while her knee shirked about. "Get--“ she began, huffing in air before letting out another sharp "yahh!“
Squeezing tighter, she rubbed her thumbs over top of the vibrating boot as she let her melodious laughter ring with her commanders before smoking out, "Ah, what's that?“ Chuckling, she rolled her shoulders backward and curved her neck downward, a ravenous hunger flickering within her eyes as she hissed out, "I can't hear you.“
Panting, her breaths rising like a tide of giggles, she slowly choked out "Get-- it-- off“ before descending down a stairwell of bitter laughter.
A flame lit within her, and she felt herself char as the hissing flame expelled a single thought through her lips. "Say you like it,“ she said, her serrated voice sawing through the air.
At once her commander bellowed out "I like it! I like it!“
Throwing her head back and cackling, she rubbed her fingers up and down the boot, pushing it into her commander's captive foot while her shoulders shook and her laughter rang through the hall, thudding against the door far at the end of the hall. Rolling her gaze backward, she flashed her fangs at her commander as she spewed out, "Beg me to tickle you.“
Taking in a heavy breath, the air she sucked in roaring like a spring windstorm, she stilled herself for a moment, her wide eyes twitching at a frenzied pace. Beginning to mouth a plea of no, she fell silent and turned away, her jaw extending as she let her hand fall against the foot bottom, pressing her palm into it. At once she screeched out a long "Eee!“ before bucking into the back of the chair and, at the top of her lungs, screaming out, "Please tickle my feet!“
A delirious fog filled her and the words with pleasure foamed at her lips. As she turned towards her prize, she saw a shape step into the doorway, yellow light sparkling against a brilliant pink. Dropping the commander's boot, she shot up, letting her arms crash to her side as she raised her chin and stood at ready before the princess as she entered the room. With a snort, the princess stared down her nose at the quivering wreck in the chair before slashing her arms beneath her chest and knitting her hands around her elbows. "A fine punishment, I should think.“ Raising her chin at them, she scowled at the two of them before turning on her heel and beckoning, "For the both of you. Remove that from her immediately and report to the throne room.“ Stepping into the shadowy doorway, she turned, her eyes smoldering with the darkness as she stamped her foot and lashed out a sharp, "Now!“
With a jagged nod and eyes as wide as a dove, she shot down, winding her hand's around the boot in question. At once her commander squealed, extending her chin while twisting towards the right arm rest, gripping with both hands. Squeaking out chittering laughter, she shook herself back and forth while her fingers dug into the boot, a well spring of pleased delirium filling her before emptying into a muddy pit as she pulled the woman's foot free of the torture device. As it came free, the woman fell onto the arm rest, an arm dangling over it as she crumpled like a vacated sack of potatoes. Taking in heavy breaths, she let her foot thump against the ground while wiggling her toes defiantly. With a satisfied puff, the princess turned, her pointed heels clicking down the hall as she winked out of existence.
Stepping forward, she bent her knees slightly while scooping her arms around her commander and lifting her upright, helping her to her feet. Clamping her eyes shut, she huffed once then shoved the woman away before taking a uneven step forward. In a serene motion she stepped into her boots, tapping her heels against the floor before whisking into the doorway and down the hall, the patter of her boot heels thunking as she nodded and hurried down the carpeted floor to keep apace with her commander. As her bare sole stepped onto the warm carpet, she sniffed and turned around, grasping her boot and lifted her leg, shoving her naked flesh into her footwear as she hopped after her superior.
