Lake Superior
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- Jan 3, 2019
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Karla hated this. Soooo much. It was bad enough the team had to be on some crappy ship to protect it from Atlantean's or Pirates or Water Wendigos or some such nonsense. It was horrible that she had to share a room at all. The last straw was who she had to share the room with though.
"You are joking" she said looking over the taller and younger woman who had arrived at the same door to the cabin that she had. She'd been ready to turn right in and so she'd showed up in the same stark white bra and panties she always slept in and a pair of loose flip flops as well.
What she had not been ready for though was to see Melissa Gold, Songbird. Standing before the door as well as her roommate for this trip and for the pinkette to be in loose fitting pajama pants, slippers and...and...and...
"A Spider-Man t-shirt?!? Really?!? You...I just can't..."
Melissa smirked to herself, pleased to see Karla so upset already. She had no problem pissing off the uppity psychologist, and taking her down a peg.
"What? It was cheap and fits. Besides, least I'm not dressed like I'm expecting some late night fun." She shot back, smirking as she looked upon their bed situation. Running her hand along the bedframe, she let out a sigh.
"They really cheaped out on this trip, huh? Oh well, sucks to be you. I'm claiming top bunk."
She knew as a jerk she was supposed to be better and moral and all that junk Steve told her about. Buuuuut it WAS Karla, soooooo she could make an exception and be a bit bratty and catty with her.
"Excuse you? I'm getting top bunk you brat. The last thing I need is something dripping on me from you going to town on yourself as you imagine me "having that late night fun" like you said. I need a tight eight hours to keep looking this good and I don't bottom in anything. "
She breezed past Mel and kicked off her flips as she grabbed the ladder to the top.
"Feel free to tell the Avengers I was rude to you by the way. I do have to keep up appearances. "
Melissa rolled her eyes, sighing at her roomie's behavior. Sad thing is it was kinda hot, so she couldn't even be too upset about it.
"Right, and I'm sure you sawing logs all night will be just lovely. Besides, you certainly didn't mind bottoming to Osborn when he needed a lapdog." She shot back, climbing into the bottom bunk and blanching at those discarded flip flops.
"How is it someone so obsessed with being all pretty and perfect can be such a slob? I've seen symbiotes with better manners than you." She fired back, wishing she could find some way to knock Little Miss Perfect down a peg or three.
Karla paused mid-climb at the comment and narrowed her eyes as she looked down at Melissa.
"Watch your mouth brat, I do what it takes to get ahead. And if that means cozying up to power so be it. Besides, I save my manners for those who matter and you little miss trailer trash have exactly one thing I want. And that is for you to shut up so I can get some sleep. "
She resumed climbing the ladder but stopped to flip the bird to her "teammate" as she did it. Sadly for the uppity Psycholgist it was at that exact time that the ship lurched and one of her size 6 feet slipped through the bars of the ladder. The force of it put it right by Melissa's head as the older woman hissed in frustration.
"God's damn it. That had better not have been an attack by vampires or some such crap..."
Melissa rolled her eyes, wanting to say something about how her blood pressure was so high no vampire would want a bite. But then she saw that foot dangling above her and smirked. She grabbed it, holding it in both hands as she began massaging it. Time to see if she remembered her acting skills from high school theater class.
"You're right, Karla. I'm sorry for being so rude all the time. Let me make it up to you and see if we can't start over. I'd say as friends but you don't wanna be friends with someone like me, so how about acquaintances~?" She put on her best friendly voice, acting like she'd had her come to Jesus moment and accepted Karla was her better as she massaged her foot. All to get her to relax and build her up, as well as test how far she could tear her down...
Karla let out a bit of a yelp at her foot being grabbed but relaxed on the ladder at Melissa's massage.
"Nnnnh, te-tell me you don't have a foot fetish, girl. It was enough that Zemo had one with how he couldn't keep his hands off my girls but no, not you too."
She tried to pull her foot from the woman's grasp but had it yanked back a bit more forcefully. She relented though when she started to feel those thumbs pushing up into the ball of her foot though, the girl had talent she had to give her that.
"Guess you got those skills working in nail salons? Probably after the Beer Mill or whatever your small town had for jobs closed down. Your decent at this, I'll admit it. Keep it up and I may actually tell you where the lifeboats are on this thing."
Melissa had to admit, praise from Karla felt... Kinda nice. She couldn't deny the blush on her cheeks. Shit, damn her and her fantasies born of financial trauma!
"Yeah yeah, your praise is appreciated madam. Now, throw the other one down here, would you? A half assed foot massage is no good, so might as well do em both." She demanded, trying to keep up at least some of her usual demeanor.
She focused on the foot in front of her, using any techniques she'd picked up from massaging her own feet. Because she actually put in work and needed it, unlike some people. At least Karla was so conceited she was actually buying that she was being mostly genuine.
"Also, you compare me to Zemo again and the Atlantis Vampires or whatever are gonna be the least of your concerns. Even if I were into feet, which I'm NOT, I'm not him." She remarked, blanching at even mentioning his name. The way he used to purr her old villain name. That was part of the reason she abandoned Screaming Mimi, as well as the optics associated with the name.
"Tch, and to think I was almost going to compliment you. I just slept with him to get ahead you know. But I bet for you it was actually love or the power of friendship or something. Did he ever rub your feet Ms. Bechdel test? Haha, if it's annny consolation you are actually better at it than him just because your not putting my toes close to your mouth like a freak."
Getting comfortable in her seat on the ladder, Ms. Sofen pushed the foot into Melissa's face and smirked. Why couldn't she train all the other Thunderbolts for this, she wondered.
Melissa almost wavered, but kept true to her resolve. She was NOT going to melt and let Karla dominate her like some kinky fanfic that Ms. Marvel brat probably wrote!
"Jeez, don't insult me any more than usual. That's low even for you, which is impressive considering you're on the top bunk." She joked, deciding to get to work.
With one hand gripping Karla's ankle, she let her other hand wander as it massaged. A finger "accidentally" trailed along that meaty arch, as Melissa watched for any reaction, her ears perked up for any snorts or hints that her target was in fact ticklish.
"....snnnrk so ummm, I guess those compliments went to your head huh? Watch those fingers, Gold. Zemo never let them wander like that and I can't believe you didn't learn from him how to do that."
She tried to pull her feet back now but Melissa had her ankles and sitting on a ladder was not a position of power by any means. She didn't want to tip her hand and reveal that though....
"Good thing I'm not him. Between you and me, he never knew how to really make a girl smile~." Melissa purred, grinning as she leaned forward.
Finally, she could strike. That chuckle was too devious to be anything else. Her fingers spread out, eagerly to explore their new home. Those arches, the wrinkles along them, all belonged to her now. She dug in deep, going slow and taking her time. No need to rush, it was quite evident Karla wasn't going anywhere.
"Unlike him, I know what drives a girl wild. What puts a smile on her face. How to make you holler and scream and beg for mercy~."
Karla's face was a mad grin and she pitched her head forward to hide it in her blonde hair. Had that trailer bitch just done that on accident? Was she just that bad at massage...oh wait now she was doing puns.
"You fuhuhuhucking brat! Those are for peheheople in an entirely dihihihfferent tax bracket than you! Leheeht go or I sweaahahaar to god!"
Karla pulled at the ladder to try and reclaim her tootsies but found that her would-be massager had quite the grip on her.
"Fuhuhuhcking let go or I'll blahahast you slut!"
"I don't think you will, hell I don't think you could hit me if you wanted to!" Melissa shot back, grinning as she got to hear Karla flustered and not on top for once. It was music to her ears~.
She kept digging into those meaty arches, a smug smirk playing at her lips as her nails left trails of yellow along her target. Such a shame a bitch like Karla had such pretty feet. Oh well, all the better to tickle her with and all that!
"I wonder how ticklish you are around your toes... Shall we find out together~?" Her fingers which were at the heel, began sliding up slowly, tickling the whole way as she savored the approach to those helpless digits...
Those very toes that Melissa was eyeing were scrunched down as tight as they could get. Karla was tossing her head back and forth and hissing at this bitch playing with her feet.
"Thihhis is exactly what Zemo did tooohooo you bihihtch! I'll wrihihihng your thick neheheck for this!"
She pulled desperately at the ladder and tried to get her legs back under her and out of this perverted little ********'s hands.
"Gohohohnna kill you for this! Tohohoss you overboard in a lihihihfejacket filled with sand! "
"Ah ah ahhhh, you so much as touch me and I'll tell everyone your little secret~. Let's see Ghost or Satanna or anyone else take you seriously when they know a couple coochie coos are all it takes to make you a helpless little rich bitch~."
Melissa threatened Karla, grinning as she did so. This was sooooo much more satisfying than she'd ever imagined. Plus hot, but that was totally secondary to her other reasons, promise.
She wanted those toes, but knew she'd have to make them spread apart, as well as distract Karla from pulling away. Time for another of Zemo's tricks, she decided. Leaning in, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She took a looooooong, sloooooow lick of that helpless arch, savoring the taste of premium bodycare and bitchy sweat.
"Mmmm... I can see why Zemo wouldn't stop talking about your feet now. That and the fact they're so fucking huge. My god girlie, are you sure you're not from Canada? Because I'm pretty sure Sasquatch called and he wanted his boots back!"
"You can saahahay whatever you want to whoever lihihistens to you bitch! When you looohook like me and haahahave a power set like mine you can take a fehehew kitchy frehhEEEEHEHEHEAKS OH GOHOD!"
The tongue! Gods the tongue! She'd fucking hated the feeling of Zemo's when the toe-sucking freak had gone nuts on her and now she jumped from Melissa's on her arch.
The little hop was enough to make her peachy ass slide right off the ladder and gravity did the rest as she tumbled off the ladder and to the stateroom floor. Her feet whipped out of Melissa's grip as the blonde landed on her head and saw stars.
"Mnnnr...fnnhh...your feet...bigger than...mine...gnnnrrr.." she mumbled as she lay there in the ground in a dazed heap.
Melissa gasped, staring in stunned shock at what she'd done. Shit! Vantage was gonna chew her out for this one if Karla wasn't ready for duty if they got attacked, cuz she was feeling bold.
"God damn it, how did one bump do what Captain Marvel wishes she could??" She hisses out, hoping off the bed quickly. Kneeling stop Karla, she put a hand on her forehead, and looked deeply into her eyes.
"C'mon Karla, are you okay? Don't go into the light, trust me; a woman like you does NOT wanna see where that leads." She mumbled, struggling to keep from panicking. Her thoughts and plans to tickle and torment the blonde had fallen out of her mind as she played makeshift nurse.
Karla mumbled under her breath as Melissa held her close. "God, do-gooders are so easy. I did this three times to Spider-Man and he'd probably still fall for it."
Her manicured nails slid up under Melissa's pajama top and found the other woman's bare stomach.
"Little flab I feel there? Eating your feelings that they picked Squirrel Girl over you for the video game huh?"
They danced over Melissa's stomach and Karla smiled as the once in control woman melted into a helpless and ticklish mess as she dragged her up onto the bottom bunk with her.
"Yeah, see Zemo talks alot and he talked about how he did the same stuff Ms. Mimi. And especially his secret weapon..."
She lifted Gold's pajama shirt and put her face and more importantly her cruel lips just an inch away from that squishable tummy of the pinkette's.
"When I'm done, your gonna call me Mommy in front of Captain Marvel."
"Eeeeheheheheeee!" Melissa squealed, feeling her power in this situation fading fast. She tried with all her might to pull away, but Karla's grip was like steel.
She was laid in the bed, like a damsel in distress. Except instead of a dragon she had a 40 something bitch who had an unfair amount of superpowers smirking down at her. The reformed villain hated how part of her loved it.
"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Ihihihihi'll never let yohohohohou get closeeeee!" She cried, those damned fingers leaving her powerless as she tried to suck in her stomach as much as she could. Those stupid plush, juicy lips were driving her crazy and they hadn't even made contact yet! The anticipation was killing her...
"Tch, don't you dare give up this easy you little bitch. The chase is the fun part so you try and throw this match and I'll have you raising money for the team by changing your Codename to Blue-Footed Booby."
She placed her lips to that soft tummy and inhaled a scent of oil and sweat from Melissa that went straight up her nose. The little shit must have been down in the engine room or something but that funk drove her nuts. It made her think of the little slut laboring for her, working till those big stupid feet were tired and sore and then coming back to get on her hands and knees so Karla could put her own feet on her back and watch TV.
"PpppppppBBBBBBBTtttppp" was the sound that came when she put her lips to Mel's tum and blew but she was just as red as the other woman when she did it. She admired the lipstick mark she'd left behind on the stomach and smirked.
"Watch your mouth you little shit, or momma will have to spank."
'Fuck, momma please...' was the thought that rang through her head but she held it in this time. Why was Karla both gorgeous and a stone cold bitch? Oh who was she kidding, they played into each other.
"Hmmmmhmhmhmhhhh!!" She laughed through gritted teeth, trying her best to make the chase fun for her captor. Her cheeks were cherry red, and she wriggled helplessly in Karla's firm grasp.
Panting for breath, she took the moment of rest to gasp for air. Staring at the blonde with pleading eyes, she gulped.
"Look... I'm sorry, okay? You're queen bee or whatever, you win. Just... Let me go, and don't tell anyone about this, please?"
Karla crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at the girl's begging. She supposed it was on her for expecting more from her after all.
"Queen Bee? No, I think I told you what your supposed to call me. Now, the first thing your mouth did that I've ever liked was when you licked my foot earlier. So from now on your to call me Mommy, just as I said and your going to kiss my foot. Got it?"
The sweaty pinkette looked at her in shock and she rolled her eyes.
"Guess a demonstration is in order isn't it?"
She rolled Melissa's top up a little further and placed her lips to the girls ribs before letting out a big wet- "PBPPPPPBBBBTTTTPPPPPtttt" that soaked her pit.
Melissa wishes she could go to the Baxter Building and steal a time machine to tell her past self to not tickle this cow. Somehow this had backfired in a way even she couldn't have imagined. Her worst, most self deprecating fantasies never got quite this extreme.
"Yehehehehehees mommyyyyyy heheheheheeee!!" She cried out, agreeing with her new ruler. Shaking around on the bed and feeling her powers subconsciously activate, making her laughter louder and more powerful than anyone else's. She prayed no one else could hear her, but she couldn't stop.
Not until Karla LET her stop. Even when she did, the torture wouldn't be over. She'd have to do more of whatever the blonde demanded of her, like calling her m... Mommy, or kissing her feet.
All because her hands got a little too eager for her own good.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh you knock those powers off right now Missy or Mommy's gonna take you by the ankles dip that head of yours into the sea. Or better yet we can go see what kind of little tricks Fixer has cooked up for my new little kitten."
She pressed her foot on Melissa's face and crossed her arms.
"Well? Pucker up now and we can get ready for bed. "
Melissa huffed, calming herself and trying to control her powers. No way did she want anyone else finding out about this, or seeing Karla take her deep sea diving. She swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to be calm.
A blush filled her cheeks as that slender, picturesque foot landed on her face. She wanted to snap back, yell expletives, anything. Instead she... Puckered up. Slowly, tenderly she kissed that proffered foot, closing her eyes as she savored the moment, sealing her submission and fate.
"Yes, Mommy..."
Then again... Maybe this wasn't the end. Maybe she could still find a way to turn this around. She wasn't going to let this bitch win, was she? Even if it was hot, she could totally turn this around! Maybe turn the very laughter used to torture her into her salvation!
She ruffled Melissa's hair and smiled down at her as the girl smooches her foot lovingly.
"Now don't you look cute like that. Glad to see your finally learning. Maybe now I can teach you some tricks, like Captain Marvel gets really mad when you hit on her."
She turned her back on Melissa and stood up to take hold of the ladder.
"Now, darling if you don't mind. I'm going to get my beauty sleep. Call me Mommy a few more times and maybe I'll dangle a tootsie down for you to kiss as I doze off."
Karla struggled in her new hard sound throne and hissed in frustration as Melissa sat upon her lap and draped those long legs of hers over her arm.
"I told you, no powers you little slut! When I break free of this I'm going to slather your ass-crack in coco-butter and toss you in Agony's cell!"
She flexed as she tried to use the Moonstone inside her to break the construct but it held fast and all that really happened was that one of her perky breasts slipped free of her bra. She looked down at it and saw Melissa doing the same and flushed bright-red.
"Don't you even dare you little trailer dyke! That costs more than your parents lives!"
Melissa blushed but stood up, quickly walking over to Karla and grinning. She reached down, a hand cupping the blonde's chin as she towered over her.
"Awwww, someone's so angwy! Why don't we see if I can't make that frown into a biiiiiig happy smile!" She cooed, running over to her pillow and ripping a small hole in it, pulling out a thin white feather. Walking forward with it, she grinned deviously at her captive.
"Maybe this will teach you to be nicer to people... Ah who am I kidding? You never learn!" She mocked, giggling as she began to run that feather over the nipple of her freed breast, watching that adorable nipple harden and grow in almost immediate response to her ministrations
Karla bit her lip as that feather came closer and looked away as it started licking away at her tit. She tightened her fists in her bonds and tried to stare daggers at Melissa but those baby blues of hers were quickly screwed shut as the other woman played with her nipple.
"Yoohohohu freaky fuhuhucking bitch! Stahahahp it! Thahahaht's above your pahahahy grade by at least a dohohouble wide you trailer trahahahash!"
Her snide comments turned into guffaws as she threw her head back from the feathers touch, helpless on Queen Bitches new throne for all appearences.
"You're one to talk, miss "call me mommy!" If anyone's freaky here, it's you. I bet you'd even be liking this if it was anyone else doing it, huh? You seem like the kinda perv who likes to lose her power."
Melissa smirked, enjoying every second of this torture for her blonde roommate. Things had gotten hairy for a while but now she was back on top where she belonged. While one hand positioned the feather to circle and nip at that nipple, the other reached down and spidered at those slender soles.
"Coochie coochie coo, ********~."
The way her "throne" had adjusted beneath her to offer the woman's foot right up to Melissa's questing fingers had annoyed Karla. That coochie, coochie coo though had her livid now though, babytalk had always been her kryptonite and she knew this bitch, Gold knew that thanks to Baron looselips. He'd always been quick with a liebchen, I think its time to count off ze piggies again whenever she'd gotten mad and that had never failed to turn her into putty in his arms. Her most...well hated wasn't the word, more annoying rival doing it though? Her cheeks were red from it.
"Mohohommy was me behehehing nice! Let me ohohohut of this nohohow and behehehg for mehehercy or I'll hahahave you on a leheheeash for wahahalkies around the mohohountain, you pink little bihimbo!"
Melissa couldn't help but smile at the sound of her rival helplessly guffawing and cackling. She sounded like the Wicked Witch of the West, a fitting comparison she thought. She leaned in close, covering all but those cute, wiggling toes in her constructs as she gave Karla the grin of the cat who caught the canary.
"Why should I beg for mercy when you're the one who needs it? I'm going to count your piggies now, you little pig. And when you beg for mercy, I'll stop. Until then though... Thiiiiiisssss little piggyyyyyy~..."
She was having far too much fun with this. She knew that, and the pink haired bombshell didn't even care. Any problems that arose from this would be so worth it. Steve would understand, he always did. Well, he may not FULLY understand some parts of this, but he'd at least smile and nod his head and say it was good to have her back. Even if she didn't want to go back and just keep tickling this giggly girl, this ticklish toy, this laughing lady for the rest of both of their lives.
Karla's ears perked up at piggies, god did she fucking hate that stupid game but my god did it turn her on. The blonde went nuts as each of Mel's fingers plucked at her perfect little toes one by one and wiggled them to and fro in their hard-light pink stocks.
"GONNA MAKE YOU GIHIHIHVE ME A TOHOHOHNGUE BATH FOR THIS GOHOHOHOLD, YOU BIHIHITCH!"
She kept on talking tough, even when the younger woman was in her lap and teasing her foot relentlessly. She wondered if the other Thunderbolts on the mission could hear them, but on thinking on it they probably didn't care.
Satanna was for sure flicking her bean to the idea of the two writhing on top of each other while Ghost was such a freak she probably thought it was part of some kind of conspiracy. Scream was barely conscious in the cell they kept the Symbiote in thanks to all the conditioning.
That just left Jolt and Joystiq but little did Karla know that on the other end of the ship a similar game had kicked off that left the young idealist Jolt receiving a footrub from the actually foot-crazy Joystiq who'd thrown the game to play with the asian girls tootsies.
She'd punish them all later but for now she shrieked as Melissa started up a third round of Piggies with her toes.
"GOHOHOHONNA BURY YOU!"
"You're not gonna be able to bury anything! Gonna tickle alllllll that fight out of you, and leave you nice and sleepy down here on the floor where you belong."
Melissa dragged her fingers up and down those tantalizing toes, savoring every wriggle and flex. It was so utterly adorable how someone with such power held such weakness at the same time. She bet the bitch was too narcissistic to self analyze that.
"This little piggy took the top bunk from her roomie, and this little piggy thought she was hot shit. Then THIS little piggy got cocky and left her feet out, so thiiiis little piggy got tickled stupid. And this little piggy is going to go weeeee weeeee weeeee, all the way to sleepyville~..."
The piggies twitched and curled whenever Melissa got them but each one was pulled open and twiddled all about for making her work. The whole thing about sleepytime would have made Karla roll her eyes but the lack of air she was getting from all the laughter was having an effect and she was definitely...
"Ahnnnnn, ohohoh fuhuhucking hell why am I yawning?! There's no wahahay that can actually work on me you stuuuhuhpid....mmmmm...,"
Her eyes were in fact getting heavy and so Karla realized this might be the time to playing.
Stepping up out of the hard sound stocks she dumped Melissa onto the floor before her. The shorter of the two women stretched for a second as she willed the Moonstone embedded in her for the ability to alter her density and just slip right out of the bonds.
"God, all these years wasting time on a team with you and still can't actually figure out what my powers dooooo-huh?"
Suddenly the room seemed to upend from beneath her and Karla crashed, jaw-first to floor before Melissa's feet.
"Wh-what?! Why's everything spinning?! I can't stand up? Wh-SOUND! You stupid bitch did you do something to my inner-ear with your powers?! YOU CAN DO THAT?!"
All that fire from Moonstone came more than a little short as she did her yelling from the ground with her face before Melissa's feet and her ass in the like a toddler who just couldn't be bothered to stay up anymore.
Melissa panted, feeling more than a little tired herself. She smirked down at Karla, standing up and towering over her. The trailer trash didn't seem so trashy now, huh?
"I can do a lot with my powers. Seems you're the one who can't figure out what I can do. Now, as fun as it is to watch you squirm and rage like an angry baby, I actually do need some sleep. So I'm taking the top bunk and going to bed. I'm a light sleeper, you so much as THINK about revenge, I'll know and I'll give you vertigo from hell. You understand, bestie~?" She asked mockingly. Truthfully she was amazed she still had energy to use her powers.
Between how late it was and how brutally she'd been tickled, she was running on fumes. If Karla or someone else wanted her, she'd be hard pressed to figure a way out of their clutches. Still, Karla definitely seemed to have gotten the message, judging by how splayed out on the floor she was. Maybe she'd earned the blonde's begrudging respect... Or made top spot on her shit list, either felt appropriate at this point.
She lay there, breathing heavily for a few minutes. Trying to get her heart rate and hoping that if she just kept her eyes closed she could go to sleep. A creak from the bottom bunk told her that Karla finally was getting up off the floor and crawling into bed. Shame, she kinda wanted to see the others faces if they found the bitch sleeping on the floor. Still she couldn't help but admit to herself that she...
A hard poke to the mattress below her made her cluck her tongue in annoyance at Karla. There's no way she wanted another round?! The sun would be up in an hour or two and-
"Mel...your foot...I...well...dammit... don't make me say...it."
Melissa sighed, she didn't want to admit it either so she just sighed as she kicked the sheet untucked and let one leg dangle off the top bunk over Karla's bed, that bitch.
She felt a pair of hands take her by the ankle and then a tongue start lovingly running down her arch. Biting her lip at the feeling she did her best not to let her hands wander and instead held onto her sheets until her knuckles turned white as her eyes rolled back.
Two hours later the team was assembled for orders as they prepared to invade the island nation that these strange vampires had set up. There was some weird quirk to them that the team was told about in briefing but Karla and Melissa missed it as they'd dozed off during.
The battle that the team had gone through afterwards had been humiliating. The Thunderbolts were never a well-oiled machine teamwork wise but having the two most veteran members asleep on their feet? They didn't stand a chance. The boat that had been dispatched with the "Heroes" sailed back and what the crew had informed Director Cooper of was that they'd taken prisoners from the surrendering vampires.
Inside the bunks of the All-Female team though? The story was different.
The infiltration expert of the team, Ava Starr? The untouchable Ghost. She lay on her bed on her stomach pounding her fists. Looking into a vampires eyes she'd been told she was weak as a kitten and had forgotten how her phasing tech even worked. Now the suit was ripped to pieces to the point where one of her sweaty and clammy size 6's was totally bare. The vampire that had claimed her as a bride of the night was simply laying on the bed next to the frantic woman and dragging a single long nail up and down over the heel of her wet foot before bringing his face forward to take a few of her toes into his mouth as she squealed at any kind of touch.
A magic user had been needed thanks to the supernatural aspect of their foes and so the US Government had offered the sinister Satanna a deal to shorten her time in a woman's super prison. She'd jumped at the deal as being the self-admitted Daughter of Satan, she'd been cursed with a rather infernal weakness. Now as a vampire pulled the redheaded woman close in the small bunk she could moan. The vampire was larger than her but her shoes had been taken from her in the fight and now the larger woman was keeping Satanna as a mewling kitten simply by tracing a toe down the woman's foot in a silly game of footsie. Cursed as she was with the devil's own sensitivity on her feetsies, Satanna was a giggly little girl for the creature of the night.
Chosen for her hand to hand skills, Joystiq was the one command had wondered about the most. Having no powers they'd been more than a little worried that she'd be little more than bait for the vamps on this mission and they cared abit more about the reputation of their Squad then to have it be considered an elaborate form of Suicide.
Still, in the training for the mission she'd defeated every other member of the team in hand to hand so their fears had been quieted. Janice Yanizeski had actually taken down the most of the...(well not **blood**suckers but another kind of pesky suckhead) on the team but with no air cover from Songbird or Moonstone she'd been scooped right out of her boots, mid roundhouse and flighted right back to the boat with the rest of the team. Looking deep into the eyes of a Vampire, she'd been told she was one of the most ticklish girls on the planet despite never having been before and that she was a total fucking slut for having her sweaty booted feet licked and scritches by someone stronger than her (that one was kind of true before but it had been a power thing before). Now here she was with her back arched as the vamp that had chosen had its claws on her big and little piggies to pull them apart and hold her foot in front of its face as its long tongue went up and down her pie.
Agony was the name of the Symbiote on Gemma Shin, but nobody cares about her name. A big difference to how things had been before when the short asian woman had curled her toes in her skechers every time she'd been talked to by someone taller 5'6. Back then it was Gemma who nobody cared about, so was it any surprise when she got the alien on her she was glad to be in charge? She'd always been planning to go after the Senator who'd been her boss once the team let her go but now here she was, back in the soundproof cell that the team had used to transport her. She'd bit and clawed her way through undead pervs along her "team" but a sonic blast from a giggly Songbird with a vampire on her back had left a 5'2 Gemma surrounded by hungry Vamps. Her symbiote down there at her ankles running its tongue over the tops of her sweaty feet as the Vampire that had her in its arms whispered all kinds of dirty tickle talk into her ear to keep her too flustered to call out to her other half. Maybe she actually did want to be dangled by her ankles with some fangs dragging on her toes like it was suggesting...
The team leader for the T-Bolts on this mission had been selected to be Vantage aka Dallas Riordan. This was due to her history with half the team and also because the woman in charge of the department of Superhuman Affairs at the moment respected a fellow woman in government who enjoyed ordering around folks despite having no powers. She'd been the last to fall under the Vampires as the team had been taken and had done so after falling back to the boat. She'd turned more than a few to dust with the end of her Bo Staff thanks to having the foresight to sharpen one end but her capture had been thanks to a hypnotized Moonstone phasing a set of pillories right around her neck and wrists from behind after she'd thought she was saving her. She was still fastened in it to stretch her arms out as she lay on her bed in her bunk. The vamp that had caught her had its toes in her pits and was peeling the stockings of her foot like it was unwrapping a treat, licking its lips the whole time. By the time its tongue was sliding over her toes, she was already red-faced and pleading.
Melissa Gold and Karla Sofen were sleeping happily in a bunk, in each others arms. The two had been distracted and tired in the battle after their fun last night and so had been easy for the vampires of Pedi Island to hold down and force the women to take long looks into their eyes and fall under the sway of their Glamour. They'd been used to take down the most problematic of their team and deliver them into the vampires grasp and now they dozed, occasionally moaning as the head vampire wrapped its lips around the digits of the women's feet and gave them hard slurps. The last thing they'd done before being led off to bed was call back to back to base and tell the current Director of the Thunderbolts and one giving them orders, Miss Valerie Cooper that the mission had been successful and to personally meet them on the docks for a debriefing and to wear those special pumps for women with wide feet. The last lart had been dismissed as a joke thanks to the hypnotic tones of Melissa's being slipped in. After all, how hard could it be for a team of "Super Heroines" to take down something as silly as the Island of Toe-Sucking Vampires?
"You are joking" she said looking over the taller and younger woman who had arrived at the same door to the cabin that she had. She'd been ready to turn right in and so she'd showed up in the same stark white bra and panties she always slept in and a pair of loose flip flops as well.
What she had not been ready for though was to see Melissa Gold, Songbird. Standing before the door as well as her roommate for this trip and for the pinkette to be in loose fitting pajama pants, slippers and...and...and...
"A Spider-Man t-shirt?!? Really?!? You...I just can't..."
Melissa smirked to herself, pleased to see Karla so upset already. She had no problem pissing off the uppity psychologist, and taking her down a peg.
"What? It was cheap and fits. Besides, least I'm not dressed like I'm expecting some late night fun." She shot back, smirking as she looked upon their bed situation. Running her hand along the bedframe, she let out a sigh.
"They really cheaped out on this trip, huh? Oh well, sucks to be you. I'm claiming top bunk."
She knew as a jerk she was supposed to be better and moral and all that junk Steve told her about. Buuuuut it WAS Karla, soooooo she could make an exception and be a bit bratty and catty with her.
"Excuse you? I'm getting top bunk you brat. The last thing I need is something dripping on me from you going to town on yourself as you imagine me "having that late night fun" like you said. I need a tight eight hours to keep looking this good and I don't bottom in anything. "
She breezed past Mel and kicked off her flips as she grabbed the ladder to the top.
"Feel free to tell the Avengers I was rude to you by the way. I do have to keep up appearances. "
Melissa rolled her eyes, sighing at her roomie's behavior. Sad thing is it was kinda hot, so she couldn't even be too upset about it.
"Right, and I'm sure you sawing logs all night will be just lovely. Besides, you certainly didn't mind bottoming to Osborn when he needed a lapdog." She shot back, climbing into the bottom bunk and blanching at those discarded flip flops.
"How is it someone so obsessed with being all pretty and perfect can be such a slob? I've seen symbiotes with better manners than you." She fired back, wishing she could find some way to knock Little Miss Perfect down a peg or three.
Karla paused mid-climb at the comment and narrowed her eyes as she looked down at Melissa.
"Watch your mouth brat, I do what it takes to get ahead. And if that means cozying up to power so be it. Besides, I save my manners for those who matter and you little miss trailer trash have exactly one thing I want. And that is for you to shut up so I can get some sleep. "
She resumed climbing the ladder but stopped to flip the bird to her "teammate" as she did it. Sadly for the uppity Psycholgist it was at that exact time that the ship lurched and one of her size 6 feet slipped through the bars of the ladder. The force of it put it right by Melissa's head as the older woman hissed in frustration.
"God's damn it. That had better not have been an attack by vampires or some such crap..."
Melissa rolled her eyes, wanting to say something about how her blood pressure was so high no vampire would want a bite. But then she saw that foot dangling above her and smirked. She grabbed it, holding it in both hands as she began massaging it. Time to see if she remembered her acting skills from high school theater class.
"You're right, Karla. I'm sorry for being so rude all the time. Let me make it up to you and see if we can't start over. I'd say as friends but you don't wanna be friends with someone like me, so how about acquaintances~?" She put on her best friendly voice, acting like she'd had her come to Jesus moment and accepted Karla was her better as she massaged her foot. All to get her to relax and build her up, as well as test how far she could tear her down...
Karla let out a bit of a yelp at her foot being grabbed but relaxed on the ladder at Melissa's massage.
"Nnnnh, te-tell me you don't have a foot fetish, girl. It was enough that Zemo had one with how he couldn't keep his hands off my girls but no, not you too."
She tried to pull her foot from the woman's grasp but had it yanked back a bit more forcefully. She relented though when she started to feel those thumbs pushing up into the ball of her foot though, the girl had talent she had to give her that.
"Guess you got those skills working in nail salons? Probably after the Beer Mill or whatever your small town had for jobs closed down. Your decent at this, I'll admit it. Keep it up and I may actually tell you where the lifeboats are on this thing."
Melissa had to admit, praise from Karla felt... Kinda nice. She couldn't deny the blush on her cheeks. Shit, damn her and her fantasies born of financial trauma!
"Yeah yeah, your praise is appreciated madam. Now, throw the other one down here, would you? A half assed foot massage is no good, so might as well do em both." She demanded, trying to keep up at least some of her usual demeanor.
She focused on the foot in front of her, using any techniques she'd picked up from massaging her own feet. Because she actually put in work and needed it, unlike some people. At least Karla was so conceited she was actually buying that she was being mostly genuine.
"Also, you compare me to Zemo again and the Atlantis Vampires or whatever are gonna be the least of your concerns. Even if I were into feet, which I'm NOT, I'm not him." She remarked, blanching at even mentioning his name. The way he used to purr her old villain name. That was part of the reason she abandoned Screaming Mimi, as well as the optics associated with the name.
"Tch, and to think I was almost going to compliment you. I just slept with him to get ahead you know. But I bet for you it was actually love or the power of friendship or something. Did he ever rub your feet Ms. Bechdel test? Haha, if it's annny consolation you are actually better at it than him just because your not putting my toes close to your mouth like a freak."
Getting comfortable in her seat on the ladder, Ms. Sofen pushed the foot into Melissa's face and smirked. Why couldn't she train all the other Thunderbolts for this, she wondered.
Melissa almost wavered, but kept true to her resolve. She was NOT going to melt and let Karla dominate her like some kinky fanfic that Ms. Marvel brat probably wrote!
"Jeez, don't insult me any more than usual. That's low even for you, which is impressive considering you're on the top bunk." She joked, deciding to get to work.
With one hand gripping Karla's ankle, she let her other hand wander as it massaged. A finger "accidentally" trailed along that meaty arch, as Melissa watched for any reaction, her ears perked up for any snorts or hints that her target was in fact ticklish.
"....snnnrk so ummm, I guess those compliments went to your head huh? Watch those fingers, Gold. Zemo never let them wander like that and I can't believe you didn't learn from him how to do that."
She tried to pull her feet back now but Melissa had her ankles and sitting on a ladder was not a position of power by any means. She didn't want to tip her hand and reveal that though....
"Good thing I'm not him. Between you and me, he never knew how to really make a girl smile~." Melissa purred, grinning as she leaned forward.
Finally, she could strike. That chuckle was too devious to be anything else. Her fingers spread out, eagerly to explore their new home. Those arches, the wrinkles along them, all belonged to her now. She dug in deep, going slow and taking her time. No need to rush, it was quite evident Karla wasn't going anywhere.
"Unlike him, I know what drives a girl wild. What puts a smile on her face. How to make you holler and scream and beg for mercy~."
Karla's face was a mad grin and she pitched her head forward to hide it in her blonde hair. Had that trailer bitch just done that on accident? Was she just that bad at massage...oh wait now she was doing puns.
"You fuhuhuhucking brat! Those are for peheheople in an entirely dihihihfferent tax bracket than you! Leheeht go or I sweaahahaar to god!"
Karla pulled at the ladder to try and reclaim her tootsies but found that her would-be massager had quite the grip on her.
"Fuhuhuhcking let go or I'll blahahast you slut!"
"I don't think you will, hell I don't think you could hit me if you wanted to!" Melissa shot back, grinning as she got to hear Karla flustered and not on top for once. It was music to her ears~.
She kept digging into those meaty arches, a smug smirk playing at her lips as her nails left trails of yellow along her target. Such a shame a bitch like Karla had such pretty feet. Oh well, all the better to tickle her with and all that!
"I wonder how ticklish you are around your toes... Shall we find out together~?" Her fingers which were at the heel, began sliding up slowly, tickling the whole way as she savored the approach to those helpless digits...
Those very toes that Melissa was eyeing were scrunched down as tight as they could get. Karla was tossing her head back and forth and hissing at this bitch playing with her feet.
"Thihhis is exactly what Zemo did tooohooo you bihihtch! I'll wrihihihng your thick neheheck for this!"
She pulled desperately at the ladder and tried to get her legs back under her and out of this perverted little ********'s hands.
"Gohohohnna kill you for this! Tohohoss you overboard in a lihihihfejacket filled with sand! "
"Ah ah ahhhh, you so much as touch me and I'll tell everyone your little secret~. Let's see Ghost or Satanna or anyone else take you seriously when they know a couple coochie coos are all it takes to make you a helpless little rich bitch~."
Melissa threatened Karla, grinning as she did so. This was sooooo much more satisfying than she'd ever imagined. Plus hot, but that was totally secondary to her other reasons, promise.
She wanted those toes, but knew she'd have to make them spread apart, as well as distract Karla from pulling away. Time for another of Zemo's tricks, she decided. Leaning in, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She took a looooooong, sloooooow lick of that helpless arch, savoring the taste of premium bodycare and bitchy sweat.
"Mmmm... I can see why Zemo wouldn't stop talking about your feet now. That and the fact they're so fucking huge. My god girlie, are you sure you're not from Canada? Because I'm pretty sure Sasquatch called and he wanted his boots back!"
"You can saahahay whatever you want to whoever lihihistens to you bitch! When you looohook like me and haahahave a power set like mine you can take a fehehew kitchy frehhEEEEHEHEHEAKS OH GOHOD!"
The tongue! Gods the tongue! She'd fucking hated the feeling of Zemo's when the toe-sucking freak had gone nuts on her and now she jumped from Melissa's on her arch.
The little hop was enough to make her peachy ass slide right off the ladder and gravity did the rest as she tumbled off the ladder and to the stateroom floor. Her feet whipped out of Melissa's grip as the blonde landed on her head and saw stars.
"Mnnnr...fnnhh...your feet...bigger than...mine...gnnnrrr.." she mumbled as she lay there in the ground in a dazed heap.
Melissa gasped, staring in stunned shock at what she'd done. Shit! Vantage was gonna chew her out for this one if Karla wasn't ready for duty if they got attacked, cuz she was feeling bold.
"God damn it, how did one bump do what Captain Marvel wishes she could??" She hisses out, hoping off the bed quickly. Kneeling stop Karla, she put a hand on her forehead, and looked deeply into her eyes.
"C'mon Karla, are you okay? Don't go into the light, trust me; a woman like you does NOT wanna see where that leads." She mumbled, struggling to keep from panicking. Her thoughts and plans to tickle and torment the blonde had fallen out of her mind as she played makeshift nurse.
Karla mumbled under her breath as Melissa held her close. "God, do-gooders are so easy. I did this three times to Spider-Man and he'd probably still fall for it."
Her manicured nails slid up under Melissa's pajama top and found the other woman's bare stomach.
"Little flab I feel there? Eating your feelings that they picked Squirrel Girl over you for the video game huh?"
They danced over Melissa's stomach and Karla smiled as the once in control woman melted into a helpless and ticklish mess as she dragged her up onto the bottom bunk with her.
"Yeah, see Zemo talks alot and he talked about how he did the same stuff Ms. Mimi. And especially his secret weapon..."
She lifted Gold's pajama shirt and put her face and more importantly her cruel lips just an inch away from that squishable tummy of the pinkette's.
"When I'm done, your gonna call me Mommy in front of Captain Marvel."
"Eeeeheheheheeee!" Melissa squealed, feeling her power in this situation fading fast. She tried with all her might to pull away, but Karla's grip was like steel.
She was laid in the bed, like a damsel in distress. Except instead of a dragon she had a 40 something bitch who had an unfair amount of superpowers smirking down at her. The reformed villain hated how part of her loved it.
"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Ihihihihi'll never let yohohohohou get closeeeee!" She cried, those damned fingers leaving her powerless as she tried to suck in her stomach as much as she could. Those stupid plush, juicy lips were driving her crazy and they hadn't even made contact yet! The anticipation was killing her...
"Tch, don't you dare give up this easy you little bitch. The chase is the fun part so you try and throw this match and I'll have you raising money for the team by changing your Codename to Blue-Footed Booby."
She placed her lips to that soft tummy and inhaled a scent of oil and sweat from Melissa that went straight up her nose. The little shit must have been down in the engine room or something but that funk drove her nuts. It made her think of the little slut laboring for her, working till those big stupid feet were tired and sore and then coming back to get on her hands and knees so Karla could put her own feet on her back and watch TV.
"PpppppppBBBBBBBTtttppp" was the sound that came when she put her lips to Mel's tum and blew but she was just as red as the other woman when she did it. She admired the lipstick mark she'd left behind on the stomach and smirked.
"Watch your mouth you little shit, or momma will have to spank."
'Fuck, momma please...' was the thought that rang through her head but she held it in this time. Why was Karla both gorgeous and a stone cold bitch? Oh who was she kidding, they played into each other.
"Hmmmmhmhmhmhhhh!!" She laughed through gritted teeth, trying her best to make the chase fun for her captor. Her cheeks were cherry red, and she wriggled helplessly in Karla's firm grasp.
Panting for breath, she took the moment of rest to gasp for air. Staring at the blonde with pleading eyes, she gulped.
"Look... I'm sorry, okay? You're queen bee or whatever, you win. Just... Let me go, and don't tell anyone about this, please?"
Karla crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at the girl's begging. She supposed it was on her for expecting more from her after all.
"Queen Bee? No, I think I told you what your supposed to call me. Now, the first thing your mouth did that I've ever liked was when you licked my foot earlier. So from now on your to call me Mommy, just as I said and your going to kiss my foot. Got it?"
The sweaty pinkette looked at her in shock and she rolled her eyes.
"Guess a demonstration is in order isn't it?"
She rolled Melissa's top up a little further and placed her lips to the girls ribs before letting out a big wet- "PBPPPPPBBBBTTTTPPPPPtttt" that soaked her pit.
Melissa wishes she could go to the Baxter Building and steal a time machine to tell her past self to not tickle this cow. Somehow this had backfired in a way even she couldn't have imagined. Her worst, most self deprecating fantasies never got quite this extreme.
"Yehehehehehees mommyyyyyy heheheheheeee!!" She cried out, agreeing with her new ruler. Shaking around on the bed and feeling her powers subconsciously activate, making her laughter louder and more powerful than anyone else's. She prayed no one else could hear her, but she couldn't stop.
Not until Karla LET her stop. Even when she did, the torture wouldn't be over. She'd have to do more of whatever the blonde demanded of her, like calling her m... Mommy, or kissing her feet.
All because her hands got a little too eager for her own good.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh you knock those powers off right now Missy or Mommy's gonna take you by the ankles dip that head of yours into the sea. Or better yet we can go see what kind of little tricks Fixer has cooked up for my new little kitten."
She pressed her foot on Melissa's face and crossed her arms.
"Well? Pucker up now and we can get ready for bed. "
Melissa huffed, calming herself and trying to control her powers. No way did she want anyone else finding out about this, or seeing Karla take her deep sea diving. She swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to be calm.
A blush filled her cheeks as that slender, picturesque foot landed on her face. She wanted to snap back, yell expletives, anything. Instead she... Puckered up. Slowly, tenderly she kissed that proffered foot, closing her eyes as she savored the moment, sealing her submission and fate.
"Yes, Mommy..."
Then again... Maybe this wasn't the end. Maybe she could still find a way to turn this around. She wasn't going to let this bitch win, was she? Even if it was hot, she could totally turn this around! Maybe turn the very laughter used to torture her into her salvation!
She ruffled Melissa's hair and smiled down at her as the girl smooches her foot lovingly.
"Now don't you look cute like that. Glad to see your finally learning. Maybe now I can teach you some tricks, like Captain Marvel gets really mad when you hit on her."
She turned her back on Melissa and stood up to take hold of the ladder.
"Now, darling if you don't mind. I'm going to get my beauty sleep. Call me Mommy a few more times and maybe I'll dangle a tootsie down for you to kiss as I doze off."
Karla struggled in her new hard sound throne and hissed in frustration as Melissa sat upon her lap and draped those long legs of hers over her arm.
"I told you, no powers you little slut! When I break free of this I'm going to slather your ass-crack in coco-butter and toss you in Agony's cell!"
She flexed as she tried to use the Moonstone inside her to break the construct but it held fast and all that really happened was that one of her perky breasts slipped free of her bra. She looked down at it and saw Melissa doing the same and flushed bright-red.
"Don't you even dare you little trailer dyke! That costs more than your parents lives!"
Melissa blushed but stood up, quickly walking over to Karla and grinning. She reached down, a hand cupping the blonde's chin as she towered over her.
"Awwww, someone's so angwy! Why don't we see if I can't make that frown into a biiiiiig happy smile!" She cooed, running over to her pillow and ripping a small hole in it, pulling out a thin white feather. Walking forward with it, she grinned deviously at her captive.
"Maybe this will teach you to be nicer to people... Ah who am I kidding? You never learn!" She mocked, giggling as she began to run that feather over the nipple of her freed breast, watching that adorable nipple harden and grow in almost immediate response to her ministrations
Karla bit her lip as that feather came closer and looked away as it started licking away at her tit. She tightened her fists in her bonds and tried to stare daggers at Melissa but those baby blues of hers were quickly screwed shut as the other woman played with her nipple.
"Yoohohohu freaky fuhuhucking bitch! Stahahahp it! Thahahaht's above your pahahahy grade by at least a dohohouble wide you trailer trahahahash!"
Her snide comments turned into guffaws as she threw her head back from the feathers touch, helpless on Queen Bitches new throne for all appearences.
"You're one to talk, miss "call me mommy!" If anyone's freaky here, it's you. I bet you'd even be liking this if it was anyone else doing it, huh? You seem like the kinda perv who likes to lose her power."
Melissa smirked, enjoying every second of this torture for her blonde roommate. Things had gotten hairy for a while but now she was back on top where she belonged. While one hand positioned the feather to circle and nip at that nipple, the other reached down and spidered at those slender soles.
"Coochie coochie coo, ********~."
The way her "throne" had adjusted beneath her to offer the woman's foot right up to Melissa's questing fingers had annoyed Karla. That coochie, coochie coo though had her livid now though, babytalk had always been her kryptonite and she knew this bitch, Gold knew that thanks to Baron looselips. He'd always been quick with a liebchen, I think its time to count off ze piggies again whenever she'd gotten mad and that had never failed to turn her into putty in his arms. Her most...well hated wasn't the word, more annoying rival doing it though? Her cheeks were red from it.
"Mohohommy was me behehehing nice! Let me ohohohut of this nohohow and behehehg for mehehercy or I'll hahahave you on a leheheeash for wahahalkies around the mohohountain, you pink little bihimbo!"
Melissa couldn't help but smile at the sound of her rival helplessly guffawing and cackling. She sounded like the Wicked Witch of the West, a fitting comparison she thought. She leaned in close, covering all but those cute, wiggling toes in her constructs as she gave Karla the grin of the cat who caught the canary.
"Why should I beg for mercy when you're the one who needs it? I'm going to count your piggies now, you little pig. And when you beg for mercy, I'll stop. Until then though... Thiiiiiisssss little piggyyyyyy~..."
She was having far too much fun with this. She knew that, and the pink haired bombshell didn't even care. Any problems that arose from this would be so worth it. Steve would understand, he always did. Well, he may not FULLY understand some parts of this, but he'd at least smile and nod his head and say it was good to have her back. Even if she didn't want to go back and just keep tickling this giggly girl, this ticklish toy, this laughing lady for the rest of both of their lives.
Karla's ears perked up at piggies, god did she fucking hate that stupid game but my god did it turn her on. The blonde went nuts as each of Mel's fingers plucked at her perfect little toes one by one and wiggled them to and fro in their hard-light pink stocks.
"GONNA MAKE YOU GIHIHIHVE ME A TOHOHOHNGUE BATH FOR THIS GOHOHOHOLD, YOU BIHIHITCH!"
She kept on talking tough, even when the younger woman was in her lap and teasing her foot relentlessly. She wondered if the other Thunderbolts on the mission could hear them, but on thinking on it they probably didn't care.
Satanna was for sure flicking her bean to the idea of the two writhing on top of each other while Ghost was such a freak she probably thought it was part of some kind of conspiracy. Scream was barely conscious in the cell they kept the Symbiote in thanks to all the conditioning.
That just left Jolt and Joystiq but little did Karla know that on the other end of the ship a similar game had kicked off that left the young idealist Jolt receiving a footrub from the actually foot-crazy Joystiq who'd thrown the game to play with the asian girls tootsies.
She'd punish them all later but for now she shrieked as Melissa started up a third round of Piggies with her toes.
"GOHOHOHONNA BURY YOU!"
"You're not gonna be able to bury anything! Gonna tickle alllllll that fight out of you, and leave you nice and sleepy down here on the floor where you belong."
Melissa dragged her fingers up and down those tantalizing toes, savoring every wriggle and flex. It was so utterly adorable how someone with such power held such weakness at the same time. She bet the bitch was too narcissistic to self analyze that.
"This little piggy took the top bunk from her roomie, and this little piggy thought she was hot shit. Then THIS little piggy got cocky and left her feet out, so thiiiis little piggy got tickled stupid. And this little piggy is going to go weeeee weeeee weeeee, all the way to sleepyville~..."
The piggies twitched and curled whenever Melissa got them but each one was pulled open and twiddled all about for making her work. The whole thing about sleepytime would have made Karla roll her eyes but the lack of air she was getting from all the laughter was having an effect and she was definitely...
"Ahnnnnn, ohohoh fuhuhucking hell why am I yawning?! There's no wahahay that can actually work on me you stuuuhuhpid....mmmmm...,"
Her eyes were in fact getting heavy and so Karla realized this might be the time to playing.
Stepping up out of the hard sound stocks she dumped Melissa onto the floor before her. The shorter of the two women stretched for a second as she willed the Moonstone embedded in her for the ability to alter her density and just slip right out of the bonds.
"God, all these years wasting time on a team with you and still can't actually figure out what my powers dooooo-huh?"
Suddenly the room seemed to upend from beneath her and Karla crashed, jaw-first to floor before Melissa's feet.
"Wh-what?! Why's everything spinning?! I can't stand up? Wh-SOUND! You stupid bitch did you do something to my inner-ear with your powers?! YOU CAN DO THAT?!"
All that fire from Moonstone came more than a little short as she did her yelling from the ground with her face before Melissa's feet and her ass in the like a toddler who just couldn't be bothered to stay up anymore.
Melissa panted, feeling more than a little tired herself. She smirked down at Karla, standing up and towering over her. The trailer trash didn't seem so trashy now, huh?
"I can do a lot with my powers. Seems you're the one who can't figure out what I can do. Now, as fun as it is to watch you squirm and rage like an angry baby, I actually do need some sleep. So I'm taking the top bunk and going to bed. I'm a light sleeper, you so much as THINK about revenge, I'll know and I'll give you vertigo from hell. You understand, bestie~?" She asked mockingly. Truthfully she was amazed she still had energy to use her powers.
Between how late it was and how brutally she'd been tickled, she was running on fumes. If Karla or someone else wanted her, she'd be hard pressed to figure a way out of their clutches. Still, Karla definitely seemed to have gotten the message, judging by how splayed out on the floor she was. Maybe she'd earned the blonde's begrudging respect... Or made top spot on her shit list, either felt appropriate at this point.
She lay there, breathing heavily for a few minutes. Trying to get her heart rate and hoping that if she just kept her eyes closed she could go to sleep. A creak from the bottom bunk told her that Karla finally was getting up off the floor and crawling into bed. Shame, she kinda wanted to see the others faces if they found the bitch sleeping on the floor. Still she couldn't help but admit to herself that she...
A hard poke to the mattress below her made her cluck her tongue in annoyance at Karla. There's no way she wanted another round?! The sun would be up in an hour or two and-
"Mel...your foot...I...well...dammit... don't make me say...it."
Melissa sighed, she didn't want to admit it either so she just sighed as she kicked the sheet untucked and let one leg dangle off the top bunk over Karla's bed, that bitch.
She felt a pair of hands take her by the ankle and then a tongue start lovingly running down her arch. Biting her lip at the feeling she did her best not to let her hands wander and instead held onto her sheets until her knuckles turned white as her eyes rolled back.
Two hours later the team was assembled for orders as they prepared to invade the island nation that these strange vampires had set up. There was some weird quirk to them that the team was told about in briefing but Karla and Melissa missed it as they'd dozed off during.
The battle that the team had gone through afterwards had been humiliating. The Thunderbolts were never a well-oiled machine teamwork wise but having the two most veteran members asleep on their feet? They didn't stand a chance. The boat that had been dispatched with the "Heroes" sailed back and what the crew had informed Director Cooper of was that they'd taken prisoners from the surrendering vampires.
Inside the bunks of the All-Female team though? The story was different.
The infiltration expert of the team, Ava Starr? The untouchable Ghost. She lay on her bed on her stomach pounding her fists. Looking into a vampires eyes she'd been told she was weak as a kitten and had forgotten how her phasing tech even worked. Now the suit was ripped to pieces to the point where one of her sweaty and clammy size 6's was totally bare. The vampire that had claimed her as a bride of the night was simply laying on the bed next to the frantic woman and dragging a single long nail up and down over the heel of her wet foot before bringing his face forward to take a few of her toes into his mouth as she squealed at any kind of touch.
A magic user had been needed thanks to the supernatural aspect of their foes and so the US Government had offered the sinister Satanna a deal to shorten her time in a woman's super prison. She'd jumped at the deal as being the self-admitted Daughter of Satan, she'd been cursed with a rather infernal weakness. Now as a vampire pulled the redheaded woman close in the small bunk she could moan. The vampire was larger than her but her shoes had been taken from her in the fight and now the larger woman was keeping Satanna as a mewling kitten simply by tracing a toe down the woman's foot in a silly game of footsie. Cursed as she was with the devil's own sensitivity on her feetsies, Satanna was a giggly little girl for the creature of the night.
Chosen for her hand to hand skills, Joystiq was the one command had wondered about the most. Having no powers they'd been more than a little worried that she'd be little more than bait for the vamps on this mission and they cared abit more about the reputation of their Squad then to have it be considered an elaborate form of Suicide.
Still, in the training for the mission she'd defeated every other member of the team in hand to hand so their fears had been quieted. Janice Yanizeski had actually taken down the most of the...(well not **blood**suckers but another kind of pesky suckhead) on the team but with no air cover from Songbird or Moonstone she'd been scooped right out of her boots, mid roundhouse and flighted right back to the boat with the rest of the team. Looking deep into the eyes of a Vampire, she'd been told she was one of the most ticklish girls on the planet despite never having been before and that she was a total fucking slut for having her sweaty booted feet licked and scritches by someone stronger than her (that one was kind of true before but it had been a power thing before). Now here she was with her back arched as the vamp that had chosen had its claws on her big and little piggies to pull them apart and hold her foot in front of its face as its long tongue went up and down her pie.
Agony was the name of the Symbiote on Gemma Shin, but nobody cares about her name. A big difference to how things had been before when the short asian woman had curled her toes in her skechers every time she'd been talked to by someone taller 5'6. Back then it was Gemma who nobody cared about, so was it any surprise when she got the alien on her she was glad to be in charge? She'd always been planning to go after the Senator who'd been her boss once the team let her go but now here she was, back in the soundproof cell that the team had used to transport her. She'd bit and clawed her way through undead pervs along her "team" but a sonic blast from a giggly Songbird with a vampire on her back had left a 5'2 Gemma surrounded by hungry Vamps. Her symbiote down there at her ankles running its tongue over the tops of her sweaty feet as the Vampire that had her in its arms whispered all kinds of dirty tickle talk into her ear to keep her too flustered to call out to her other half. Maybe she actually did want to be dangled by her ankles with some fangs dragging on her toes like it was suggesting...
The team leader for the T-Bolts on this mission had been selected to be Vantage aka Dallas Riordan. This was due to her history with half the team and also because the woman in charge of the department of Superhuman Affairs at the moment respected a fellow woman in government who enjoyed ordering around folks despite having no powers. She'd been the last to fall under the Vampires as the team had been taken and had done so after falling back to the boat. She'd turned more than a few to dust with the end of her Bo Staff thanks to having the foresight to sharpen one end but her capture had been thanks to a hypnotized Moonstone phasing a set of pillories right around her neck and wrists from behind after she'd thought she was saving her. She was still fastened in it to stretch her arms out as she lay on her bed in her bunk. The vamp that had caught her had its toes in her pits and was peeling the stockings of her foot like it was unwrapping a treat, licking its lips the whole time. By the time its tongue was sliding over her toes, she was already red-faced and pleading.
Melissa Gold and Karla Sofen were sleeping happily in a bunk, in each others arms. The two had been distracted and tired in the battle after their fun last night and so had been easy for the vampires of Pedi Island to hold down and force the women to take long looks into their eyes and fall under the sway of their Glamour. They'd been used to take down the most problematic of their team and deliver them into the vampires grasp and now they dozed, occasionally moaning as the head vampire wrapped its lips around the digits of the women's feet and gave them hard slurps. The last thing they'd done before being led off to bed was call back to back to base and tell the current Director of the Thunderbolts and one giving them orders, Miss Valerie Cooper that the mission had been successful and to personally meet them on the docks for a debriefing and to wear those special pumps for women with wide feet. The last lart had been dismissed as a joke thanks to the hypnotic tones of Melissa's being slipped in. After all, how hard could it be for a team of "Super Heroines" to take down something as silly as the Island of Toe-Sucking Vampires?
