ElFewja
2nd Level Red Feather
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The Captain's Chair - */F feet
Through the pulsing bubble of plasma, she watched as the endless sea of black be-speckled by the millions of throbbing pearl diamonds flickered. The beadlets of white streaked ever so slightly, their color throbbing into a sapphire blue before sparking into a wild lavender and fading into existence. For a moment, the comforting sight of the remnant space gasses around them lit up, phasing from white to indigo before drowning out in the endless cone of bright blue light that strangled the vessel. Closing her eyes, she let her hand fall against the metal that housed the plasma, her head sinking as she heaved out a sigh at the sight reminiscent of her home planet's daylight. Raising her left hand, she peeked through her eyelids and dabbed at the screen on her wrist guard several times. The numbers 45:00:00 blinked before her, then began counting down to 44:58:37 before she had time to take in a breath. Biting into her upper lip, her eyes quivered as she stared at the countdown. The device on her wrist seemed to absorb the air around it, growing heavy; her arm drooped towards the grating that held her before swaying back and forth. Well, with the stolen coordinates entered, her captured captain would have said, there was nothing left to do but wait. The course was set. Either she would jump into a trap set by the enemy fleet or she wouldn't; either she would rescue the captain, or she wouldn't.
Turning on her heel, she dropped her arms and slipped her hands into the narrow pockets that lined her trousers, leaving her elbows curved as she tinked along the short metal walkway. Rounding in front of the panel that housed the narrow entryway to the engine room, she crept up the few metal boards that led up to the console and the captain's empty seat. Twisting her head, she withdrew her hands and placed them on her hips as she stared down at the vacant chair, the prim ruby leather of the cushion taunting her. Closing her eyes and sighing, she shook her head as she recalled the captain sticking her finger out, waggling it along the bridge of her nose while berating her with a voice like boulders sliding down a crag. Opening her eyes, she squinted and focused on the small panel of buttons on the left arm rest, her silver eyes latching onto the rounded green dial in the center of the controller as her captain's voice called out, "Whatever you do, don't turn the green dial!"
Puffing out exasperation, she spun on the balls of her dusty black boots before plopping down in the seat. Raising a hand, she pressed the side of her index finger above her lip as she leaned back and crossed her right leg over her left knee. The thought of the dial hounded at her, filling her mind as moans of pleasure scratched along the edge of her thoughts. Several nights before her capture, she had heard her captain pleading with her hefty, throaty voice, her words thick with strained joy. For a while she laid hidden within the shaft leading to the engine, waiting for her captain to leave as she thumped about in her seat, racketing the thin captain's lounge with onerous delight. When the captain had finally stalked out of the room, she had furrowed her way out of the engine room, spying the dial spun to a haughty, glowing three. A shiver crisscrossed along her shoulder, and her left hand nudged against the ridged edges of the dial. Immediately her eyes were drawn to it, anchoring to it and refusing to release her. Pursing her lips together, a smug thought roiled through her mind like disdainful fog. After all, the captain went and let herself get captured, and on this rescue mission she herself was the captain. Curiosity streaked across her backside and she raised her hand, pinching around the dial before clicking it to a bright red two.
A sudden whirring encapsulated her and just as her eyes bolted open and she edged her shoulders away from the round metal seat, two large claws clamped over her shoulders, tugging her back. Thudding against the back, she twisted her head around while uncrossing her knees and slapping her raised heels to the ground. Placing her arms onto the arm rests, she pushed up, feeling the cool steel press over her shoulders, locking her in place while arrow like tuts rolled around her. A tightness gripped into her wrists and then another at her elbows, forcing her back into the chair. As she dropped her jaw to bark out a scream, the seat started to rumble.
Almost at once her eyes rolled back as a plethora of gentle prods rolled into her back, draining her of her resistance. Fluttering her eyes, she extended her legs and drifted downward in the seat, soaking in the waterfall of pleasant feelings that rained into her back. Gears ground within the spikes that pinned her to the chair, and moments later she felt their touch grow light as silk, caressing her like a lover while the seat buzzed beneath and behind her. Pressing her knees together, she pressed the toes of one boot over the other, tightly curling her toes within her boots as let out a soft "oh."
A wash of heat splashed across her from above and below and she felt herself sink into the chair, her breaths long and thin as she fought with her body to keep her mind afloat. The small cabin around her rolled in and out of her mind as she saw herself on a sunny beach in some remote sector of the galaxy, the planet's star heating her bare skin while the grains of sand beneath her kneaded and warmed her. All the while, the gentle woosh of water spraying against the shoreline soothed her as she bit into her lower lip, her body pulsing with a white heat. Sliding her hips up and down the dull prodding beneath her, she exhaled a steamy breath and felt her fingers nuzzle against the controls. Flitting her eyes open, she hazily stared at the glowing 2. Stretching her finger, she nudged her nail into the curved groove, clicking the dial once and watching the 2 pucker out and blaze into a slightly brighter 3.
The tink-tink of metal sliding beneath her resounded and she felt a pressure against her ankles as the seat reclined back and a metal panel that had captured her boots raised them into her sight. Behind her, the prodding grew smoother, feeling like a fine wine against her skin while a buzzing bounced into her neck, robbing her of her thoughts. Closing her eyes, she let out a windy sigh as she let her weight collapse into the chair, her head rolling onto her cheek while her hair danced across her eyes. Through a narrow gaze she saw two thin claws appear at her feet. They pinched at the tips of her boots and whisked them away like unruly socks.
Spreading her toes out, she felt the thick, salty air of the chamber splash over her naked feet, spraying between her toes and curling under her arches. A groan rumbled within her and she extended her legs, stretching her body taut as the burbling euphoria within her trickled just beneath her skin. Goosebumps formed along her as the sensations the chair pushed against her neck rolled like a pair of lips, plucking several kisses into her upper back while a pressure rolled along her like a tongue. Slipping her own tongue between her lips, she clamped it over her upper lip and smote out a low growl of pleasure as she spread her toes back.
Gritting her teeth, she pressed the middle of her tongue to the roof of her mouth and let air trickle through her neck in a low purr. As she raised her chin upward, she felt her eyelids flutter again while she thought upon her chilly, unheated closet of a bedchamber in the ship. She saw herself huddled on the hard mattress, wrapped in a blanket and then envisioned her captain in this chair of wonder. Sensations ran along her feet and she pressed them together while curling her toes inward as she let out a shuddering gasp.
Two thin, rope like appendages slurped up her soles, their metal fingers caressing over her toes as she coughed out a whimsical wind of exhilaration. Their tips sparkled with a shifting, many colored light as the ends flipped away from her before diving between her toes. A light buzzing sprawled against her flesh while the sensory emitting diodes painted warm touches against her, spreading a thousand tiny kisses into her. The ends of her lips spread outward, conquering her cheeks as she rolled her head back into the seat, stretching her neck away.
As the fingers rolled down her arch her toes twitched and a shock spasmed across her shoulder. Grunting out a gasp, she stretched her head away as she grit her teeth before sharply sucking in another bout of air and pressing her lips together. The boiling bubbles within her began to pop, and she felt tears singe her eyes as the radiance at her feet began to simmer through her legs and up the back of her spine. Writhing within the chair, she drew in several sharp inhales while bending her toes further and further back, pointing the balls of her feet at an angle towards the pleasure devices that taunted her bare skin. Pressing her shoulders down, she stretched her legs further away from her body as a low giggle traced along her lips.
Thrusting her hips, she clamped her mouth together and felt her body begin to strain out a wiry groan. For several seconds she shifted her knees, alternating them up and down as she pointed and flexed her toes, twisting her feet at angles as she sought to contain the wicked jubilance that the machine poured onto them. Through pleasantly closed eyes she saw a flicker of the blue light through the cockpit and her lips parted, her breathing growing louder and ragged, streaked with a low whimpering moan as the machine continued to dust pleasure across those parts of her body made sensitive through her many years of sheltering them away within that thick leather. Sweat began to condense on her forehead, pinning her hair to her face as she rolled her head about puffing out steamy breathes of air.
With a groan she arched her back, pushing her shoulders into the chair as she shut the outer corners of her eyes, a hazy fog diluting the light into a mass of color before her. Shifting from side to side, she pulled her lips inward as the machine menaced her soles, inflicting their delirious touches deep into her feet. The touches echoed across her whole body, wracking her with a light tingling that murmured pleasantly like the whispering wind. Goosebumps plagued the back of her skin and her elbows shivered with electricity.
Her hot exhales slowed as the fingers nurtured the centers of her feet, cultivating them for their sensitivity. Low, rumbling moans surfed along her breath as she drifted into the seat, letting the tongue-like sensations lavish her skin with their spring like temperatures as they seared into her like sunlight. The sensations bubbled and tremored, droning against her as the pace of the touches increased ever so slightly. Gritting her teeth, she hammered out a lilting "hehehe," as she pushed her arms into her sides and pushed herself up with her elbows, her finger glancing against the dial. A click resounded and her gaze drifted over to the burning number as it slithered into a 4.
The bindings at her ankles, elbows and wrists pushed her into the chair. Feeling her sight slowly crawl towards her bindings, she began to lift her eyebrow just as the sensors that lightly grazed her soles pressed into her harder than before, raking down her sole. Crinkling lightning sparked within her and she pushed herself up with her elbows as her lips split apart with a gasp. Her eyes went wide, and she let out a steamy, "Ahh," as her feet trembled, clenching their toes tightly while pulling away from the sensors. With a click she clamped her teeth together as a smile wrapped around her face, burning an impression into her puffy cheeks as the feelers ratcheted towards her, scrawling above her heels.
Pointing her toes forward, she curved her feet into sickles, aiming them at the floor as her knees shivered and her soles quaked. A braided "tsshehe" shook her rib-cage as she turned her face away, expanding her neck from her body. The devilish light the sensor's sprayed onto her took a roughened touch, full of sandpaper-like papillae that scraped away at her while the overall smoothness of the tongue still drew her in, sinking into her flesh. Taking in a shuddering breath, she felt her breasts quiver within her shirt as mirth, desire and disdain all rounded together into a sickly thick liquid that poured through her veins.
As she pressed her tongue over her upper lip, she closed her eyes, her feet quaking at the slow, methodical touch of the robotic hands as they swept back up her sole, rubbing four lines up each foot. Her heart thumped and trembled, extending a hand and reaching for the soft touch then cast aside by the rough one, only to be summoned back by the reminder of the slithering warmth that massaged into her. Grumbling a groan, she felt the muscles in her neck strain as she pushed her chin into her chest, the silken nuzzling at the back of her neck growing ghostly, barely there yet constantly reminding her of their warm kisses. All the while her arms trembled, her wrists jerking within the manacles while her fingers rattled along the arm rests. She scraped her fingers alongside the outer edges of various buttons, pulling at them, straining the muscles in her hands as they quivered. Just as the buttons began to pull away, she released them, stretching her fingers out and pointing them off of the console.
Meanwhile her feet fell prey to the diabolically wonderful touches that pushed her away then pulled them in again. Wiggling her toes wildly, she began to pull them back as the wicked sensors gathered at the balls of her feet, rapidly rounding the edges while slashing a single diode back and forth over the lightly raised bit of flesh. Clamping her eyes shut, her breathing took on the sound of rain splattering against the ocean, exhaling in several swift rolling waves before sucking up a great bout of air to do it all again.
As the metal diodes spun away from her ball and began tracing upward her toes waggled in nervous anticipation, shuffling back and forth, flexing apart and curling together as they discussed whether or not to harbor the invaders. It felt like arcs of lightning licked up her toes as she imagined the fate that awaited them. The pathways that the device left up her soles still itched and tingled with delight at their passing and the skin around her toes throbbed as she envisioned the strokes berating them. As the shafts creased up and over the mound beneath her toes she froze her breath, flitting back and forth between spreading her toes and welcoming the invasion into those most private parts of her realm and hoping that their stay might be brief and less destructive as a result, or fighting off the pests by clenching them tightly together, knowing full well that in her bound state she would never win and that she would be forced to bear the full fury of their intrusion as a result. Deep within her chest she felt a twisting shadow leap across her heart at the thought of fighting and losing, of being forced to suffer against her will. The shadow gripped into her as a secretive whispering of enjoying such an engagement rustled at the back of her scalp. Clenching her toes, she felt wrinkles wrap up her arches as she pressed her toe pads into the mound that the diodes flexed over, accidentally butting her toepads into the devices the instant she did so.
The roughened bumps struck against her, and at once sensations simmered all over her toes. Letting out an "eeya!" she soaked in the feelings; it felt as though the skies above her were dwarfed by a massive cloud of darkness that spewed thousands of lightning bolts across her, the aftershocks of the bolts rippling out against her for long seconds after the strikes. In that delirious half second she was struck at all sides by the thunderous heavens, her toes twinkling with a radiant glow as they absorbed the full force of the thunder strokes. At once her eyes blasted open and the calming seas before her winked out, her surroundings taking on the cold metallic setting of her captain's iron throne room as she flexed her toes backwards and tugged her soles away, pressing the tops of her feet into the manacles that held her ankles.
For a brief instant the torture devices fell away from her skin. Clenching her teeth, she puffed out air as her eyes swung wildly to her discarded boots, the blue haze beyond the plasma field shimmering against them. As she drew in a ragged breath, her eyes quivered while a single word greased her thoughts, printing across them over and over again, eclipsing each other image that appeared before her. Mistake. She clenched her toes tighter, a pain pressing into her arch as she imagined the sensations creasing over her toes again and again. This was a mistake. Her gaze darted towards the dial and she stretched her fingers for it while black, gooey dread oozed over her ribs at the image of herself, defeated and defenseless before the torture device installed in her captain's chair. There would be no escape; she would lose herself, her mind robbed of sentience so that she would never turn the device off. The air around her toes buzzed and she felt the chair vibrate at her ears like a swarm mosquitoes. A wicked hex slithered across her mind, asking her if that would be so bad. Swatting it away, she nudged the dial just as the drones intercepted her toes.
Her heart froze and she saw the blue haze outside of the shift fizzle as her lips curved into a crooked smile. Somewhere, deep within her, she felt that wonderful heat blossom. Tucking her chin into her chest, she felt her grin grow wide as the flowers took root within her, gleaming with dewy light as she became fiercely conscious of her toes. Somehow, deep within her, she became aware of their most vulnerable spots, knowing just where the drone would lay siege. The haze outside of the ship lurched and warbled as her imagination manifested itself; the rope-like appendages of the deominic chair seeped between her toes, grating against her from all ends. Her eyes trembled behind her eyelids, and her fingers snapped outward before dashing down into the armrests. Plastic clicked at her left side as a tidal wave of fierce emotion coiled around her heart, binding it as the robot struck swiftly, stroking back and forth between her toes, their smooth sensors melting into her like butter while the harsh bumps they projected into her grated away at her. They raked back and forth, sawing away at her sanity as she smoked a fiery "Tsseehehe" trembling through the air.
Her instincts clutched her heart and she pulled her feet backward, twisting them one top of the other and while both shifted to the right as she curled her toes tightly. Immediately the feelings intensified, prickling through her toes as she gripped into the buzzing metal. A tingling formed at her back, between her shoulder blades, and she yelped out a gasp before releasing the cruel devices. Spinning her feet upright, she flexed her toes back and apart, gritting her teeth and wrapping her arms into the armrests while focusing on holding her feet deathly still. Even the tiniest twitches of her toe tips pushed her further into the evil appendages, in turn sending the crawling sensations burrowing into her skin.
Huffing, she snorted in air then huffed again as her hair flashed across her eyes, sticking into her eyebrows while wrangling against her nose. The bell like twinkling that grazed upon her back fanned out like a pair of wings, cresting over the rim of her shoulders and into the center of her neck. Her shoulders twitched with each pull of the devices and she felt her mind ascribe a name to them: the toe ticklers. Letting a quick chuckle escape her lips at her bad name, she felt her lungs descend into a volley of swift, sheepish baying, her tongue clicking against the backs of her teeth as she brushed senseless giggles into the room.
With a heavy inhale she forced herself to stillness, stretching her toes further apart from one another. The centers of her feet ached, and for a brief instant she thought of the purpose and utility of the device, wondering at her captain. Snorting out a breath of air, she wrapped her fingers tighter into the armrests, the sound of strangling leather straining through the air. The edges of her eyes hardened, and she stared forward into the blue haze as slow, brightly outlined blobs wept into existence.
Her thumb slipped, and grazed over top of the buttons on the console. At once her breath froze and her eyes darted towards them. Heaving a sigh of relief, she saw that none of the buttons rippled back upwards. Movement lassoed her sight, and she felt her vision crawl towards a small set of glowing crimson numbers to the right of the large 6 that read 15. Her heart clicked, and she saw them sweep to 14, then 13. Taking in a rigid breath, her eyes narrowed as the small numbers slowly fidgeted downwards while the machine at her feet cried for her attention.
A streak of life oozed down her soles and she shrieked, throwing her head back as she thrashed into the chair. Twisting her eyes down, she huddled her feet together, pressing her toes against one another as she shifted them back and forth while attempting to dodge the metal hands as they stroked down her soles. A mouse-like eep slipped through her lips as she twisted her face away from her feet, casting them out of her mind while the diodes wagged back and forth, the slobbering, tongue like sensations they scanned into her sending vicious waves of heat up her legs. Thrusting her knees into the chair, she extended her feet outward then twisted pointed her toes down as she kicked her hip into the right arm rest. Her right shoulder butted up into the band that held her in place while she wiggled her left downward and out, her arm stretching forward and her fingers splaying over the silent 3 as it turned to a 2. An image of her captain appeared before her and she grit her teeth, snorting a hot breath as she imagined her squirrely captain shrieking and laughing as this device deposed her of her makeshift toughness. A growl rent her throat even though her lips cackled up into her cheeks she swore she would not let such a fickle thing best her. Her smiled wrapped ever upward as she imagined herself recovering her captain, then just as quickly mutinying against her, taking over their small mining vessel. After all, she thought to herself as the 1 spun to 0, she had heard her commander on those long nights, how she shrieked and screamed with ghostly laughter. She was clearly superior, she could clearly endure far more than--
A metallic ping clicked from the console and she saw the dial click to the right. The 6 contorted and shifted into a 7 while the double digits flung to a 60. A sound like rubber snapping crackled at her feet and she felt her eyebrows rise up before a tidal wave of emotion crashed across her soles. Pointing her toes down, she fled from the metallic tentacles as they reeled back and flayed against the tips of her toes like the arms of an octopus. As the tentacles slithered beneath her feet, she felt them whip lightly against her and she began jerking in her seat, tugging at the bondage that held her ankles as she attempted to flee the light rapping. Clenching her teeth, she swished out a sweltering, "tshehe-hehehe!" that bobbed through the room, riding the waves of the tsunami that landed against her. Though they only touched her for a tenth of a second and immediately left her, the sensations they spun into her buzzed incessantly. It felt as though they stuck to her, sucking at her skin like suction pods while also biting into her with a thousand tiny, pointed and spinning teeth that could not break her skin but instead ran along over top of it. The tentacles fell in waves, striking at seemingly random positions up both of her soles.
The bindings in her chair clinked and clicked as she tugged at them, her idle thoughts fleeing, leaving only the brief thought of escape. Her wrists grew hot and red as she clenched her fists and tugged, twisting her torso into the chair and bumping into the claws that held her shoulders down while her helpless feet flit about, dancing from side to side and attempting to beat off the horrible tentacles. A fluffy giddiness bloomed in her stomach, soothing her, while the light at her backside pulsed rapidly, burning the imprint of wings into her. As she flustered back and forth in her private torture device, her breaths and laughter increased in pace so that she was huffing out quick gasps of "hehe," before guzzling down another breath to fuel the next expulsion.
All over her backside and along the back of her neck and over her shoulders she felt hundreds of small goosebumps like barbs prickle into her as the tickling sensation fanned out, pulsing up her legs. Through the plasma she watched as the leftover gasses pickled out of existence and the thin streaks of violet light flickered into view. Pursing her lips together, she snorted out several puffs of muffled laughter through her nose as her gaze spun wildly towards the glowing numbers on the panel. 49. 48. As though a feather twirled within her stomach, she felt the giddiness grow and glow within her as she began to wiggle within the chair again, the edges of her lips curling upward. Escape flickered through her mind again and as she curled her toes downward even further, turning her feet into great arcs, she unfurled her fingers and reached out her shaking nails towards the multitude of unmarked buttons. Her spine seemed to stretch further and further as she dropped her fingers down, plucking at a button.
A clack of metal came from beneath her and she pulled at her ankles, feeling the manacles pull back at her. Another thin set of metal wires snaked through the air over her feet and her eyes flew wide open as she began thrashing within her chair, her eyes locking onto the console as she fought through the flurry of emotion that railed against her feet to make another decision. The cool metal slithered over the tops of her feet and she felt a tightness burrow around her toes. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as the wires wrapped small rings around the bases of her toes before the wires began to reel in, tugging her feet back. Banging her knees against the edge of the chair, she slammed her hands into the armrests and began trying to push herself up as she watched the chair pull her feet back. Her toes bent backwards and she felt her skin become taut and defenseless before the momentarily paused tentacles as they fiendishly clicked against one another, preparing themselves for the assault. The numbers on the console briefly blazed a 30 in the air before bending into a 29, and then a flurry of movement caught her attention as the tentacles whipped backward then towards her now immobile soles. Clenching her shoulders into her neck, she compressed her head downward and braced herself for the onslaught.
As the sensations railed against her she felt her toes twitch within their bindings, the bottoms of her feet merely wiggling before the oppressive regime that held her. Sliding her arms forward, she sat back in the chair and dropped her jaw, letting out a shuddering laugh as she pinched her eyes nearly shut. The hands of the odious octopus stormed across her sensitive flesh, sucking and plucking against it while serrating her with the tiny teeth that rippled within the suction cups. Though deep within her she knew that only a metal diode pressed against her and only for a moment, it truly felt like she sat, submerged in water and besieged by a wicked offshore beast beset upon corrupting her.
Truly, the dreadful sense of defeat that eclipsed her heart wrapped around her chest like an ethereal cloth relaxed her senses. She felt her shoulder muscles grow lax and though she wrapped her fingers around the outer edges of the arm rests, she found herself easing back into the seat. Somehow, she thought to herself, the chair robbing her of her ability to defend herself soothed her, and though her legs squirmed wildly against her will and despite the fact that she pushed herself back in the chair she felt at ease. Though the terrible sensations that trampled along her exposed soles rampaged through her mind, and though she laughed wildly she felt calm, as though she sat in the ocean, the methodical waves massaging her. At peace with herself, she laughed freely, almost delighting in the suffering the device inflicted upon her as the pulsing outline of wings in her back wrapped around her like a devilish cocoon obsessed with goading her to further submit to the torture.
Watching as the dial flicked to a 15 she felt herself clear her mind while turmoil wracked her body. For a moment she wondered at the next level, at what horrors it might subject her to, and how much further the device could go. Her breath froze within her as an icicle of a thought dripped cold water down the back of her neck: what if the dial went beyond 10. Laughing louder and harder, she felt herself become lost in anticipation of what awaited her. Outside, the streaks peeled away into a bespeckled night like glittering dew on the morning beach, their color transitioning away.
Suddenly the sensations wrapped around her toes, sucking at their exposed bottoms. Shrieking, she twisted about in the chair, her toes desperately fencing with the rings that held them back as they sought cover from the barrage that whipped into her. Pushing herself up, she bent over as best she could and let her silver laughter spill into her lap, the pool quickly rising above her legs and then dripping over the chair. Before long a small stream of her suffering poured down the chair, then wrapped around the steps she had stepped up what felt like hours ago. Again she saw the steely chair from below, as she always had before, and then she saw herself smirking with secretive memories at taking the helm for her own. For a moment she froze, torn between screaming at herself to not go up and pushing her forward, thrusting her in the throne and letting it lock her in her rightful place.
The number crawled to ten, then flipped to a nine. As she watched it, glee taking flight within her, she froze, her heart popping within her chest as she saw light streak out of the corner of her eye. Stabbing her head up, she laughed wildly as she looked through the thin sheet of plasma while several wide squares of silver shimmered briefly before vanishing into the void. The enemy fleet, she thought to herself as the console began to click. A 5 appeared then vanished, guided from the arm rest by a click and the number 4. Taking in several rapid breaths, she felt her eyes quiver as the numbers ticked down painfully quick. In a single beat of her heart she saw the numbers shift to 3, then 2 and finally a 1. The console buzzed, and the number on it shifted up to an 8.
A sound like a buzz-saw ripped through the air and she felt the tentacles push into her, wrapping around her defenseless feet. At once they took on a sensation similar to the sound they emitted, vibrating and pulsing with crackling electricity. Throwing herself backward into the chair, she began thrashing uncontrollably while she let out a screech of laughter that clawed at the metal walls around her. The ends of her eyes pinched shut and she stared upwards into the circular ceiling of the metal cabinet as she fell through the blue waters of the ocean, watching the light above her fade into a tunnel of black. As she drifted backwards, a wiry smile sewn to her face, she felt a peaceful bliss overtake her as she listened to the ship's boarding party sirens calling for her attention in the distance.
Through the pulsing bubble of plasma, she watched as the endless sea of black be-speckled by the millions of throbbing pearl diamonds flickered. The beadlets of white streaked ever so slightly, their color throbbing into a sapphire blue before sparking into a wild lavender and fading into existence. For a moment, the comforting sight of the remnant space gasses around them lit up, phasing from white to indigo before drowning out in the endless cone of bright blue light that strangled the vessel. Closing her eyes, she let her hand fall against the metal that housed the plasma, her head sinking as she heaved out a sigh at the sight reminiscent of her home planet's daylight. Raising her left hand, she peeked through her eyelids and dabbed at the screen on her wrist guard several times. The numbers 45:00:00 blinked before her, then began counting down to 44:58:37 before she had time to take in a breath. Biting into her upper lip, her eyes quivered as she stared at the countdown. The device on her wrist seemed to absorb the air around it, growing heavy; her arm drooped towards the grating that held her before swaying back and forth. Well, with the stolen coordinates entered, her captured captain would have said, there was nothing left to do but wait. The course was set. Either she would jump into a trap set by the enemy fleet or she wouldn't; either she would rescue the captain, or she wouldn't.
Turning on her heel, she dropped her arms and slipped her hands into the narrow pockets that lined her trousers, leaving her elbows curved as she tinked along the short metal walkway. Rounding in front of the panel that housed the narrow entryway to the engine room, she crept up the few metal boards that led up to the console and the captain's empty seat. Twisting her head, she withdrew her hands and placed them on her hips as she stared down at the vacant chair, the prim ruby leather of the cushion taunting her. Closing her eyes and sighing, she shook her head as she recalled the captain sticking her finger out, waggling it along the bridge of her nose while berating her with a voice like boulders sliding down a crag. Opening her eyes, she squinted and focused on the small panel of buttons on the left arm rest, her silver eyes latching onto the rounded green dial in the center of the controller as her captain's voice called out, "Whatever you do, don't turn the green dial!"
Puffing out exasperation, she spun on the balls of her dusty black boots before plopping down in the seat. Raising a hand, she pressed the side of her index finger above her lip as she leaned back and crossed her right leg over her left knee. The thought of the dial hounded at her, filling her mind as moans of pleasure scratched along the edge of her thoughts. Several nights before her capture, she had heard her captain pleading with her hefty, throaty voice, her words thick with strained joy. For a while she laid hidden within the shaft leading to the engine, waiting for her captain to leave as she thumped about in her seat, racketing the thin captain's lounge with onerous delight. When the captain had finally stalked out of the room, she had furrowed her way out of the engine room, spying the dial spun to a haughty, glowing three. A shiver crisscrossed along her shoulder, and her left hand nudged against the ridged edges of the dial. Immediately her eyes were drawn to it, anchoring to it and refusing to release her. Pursing her lips together, a smug thought roiled through her mind like disdainful fog. After all, the captain went and let herself get captured, and on this rescue mission she herself was the captain. Curiosity streaked across her backside and she raised her hand, pinching around the dial before clicking it to a bright red two.
A sudden whirring encapsulated her and just as her eyes bolted open and she edged her shoulders away from the round metal seat, two large claws clamped over her shoulders, tugging her back. Thudding against the back, she twisted her head around while uncrossing her knees and slapping her raised heels to the ground. Placing her arms onto the arm rests, she pushed up, feeling the cool steel press over her shoulders, locking her in place while arrow like tuts rolled around her. A tightness gripped into her wrists and then another at her elbows, forcing her back into the chair. As she dropped her jaw to bark out a scream, the seat started to rumble.
Almost at once her eyes rolled back as a plethora of gentle prods rolled into her back, draining her of her resistance. Fluttering her eyes, she extended her legs and drifted downward in the seat, soaking in the waterfall of pleasant feelings that rained into her back. Gears ground within the spikes that pinned her to the chair, and moments later she felt their touch grow light as silk, caressing her like a lover while the seat buzzed beneath and behind her. Pressing her knees together, she pressed the toes of one boot over the other, tightly curling her toes within her boots as let out a soft "oh."
A wash of heat splashed across her from above and below and she felt herself sink into the chair, her breaths long and thin as she fought with her body to keep her mind afloat. The small cabin around her rolled in and out of her mind as she saw herself on a sunny beach in some remote sector of the galaxy, the planet's star heating her bare skin while the grains of sand beneath her kneaded and warmed her. All the while, the gentle woosh of water spraying against the shoreline soothed her as she bit into her lower lip, her body pulsing with a white heat. Sliding her hips up and down the dull prodding beneath her, she exhaled a steamy breath and felt her fingers nuzzle against the controls. Flitting her eyes open, she hazily stared at the glowing 2. Stretching her finger, she nudged her nail into the curved groove, clicking the dial once and watching the 2 pucker out and blaze into a slightly brighter 3.
The tink-tink of metal sliding beneath her resounded and she felt a pressure against her ankles as the seat reclined back and a metal panel that had captured her boots raised them into her sight. Behind her, the prodding grew smoother, feeling like a fine wine against her skin while a buzzing bounced into her neck, robbing her of her thoughts. Closing her eyes, she let out a windy sigh as she let her weight collapse into the chair, her head rolling onto her cheek while her hair danced across her eyes. Through a narrow gaze she saw two thin claws appear at her feet. They pinched at the tips of her boots and whisked them away like unruly socks.
Spreading her toes out, she felt the thick, salty air of the chamber splash over her naked feet, spraying between her toes and curling under her arches. A groan rumbled within her and she extended her legs, stretching her body taut as the burbling euphoria within her trickled just beneath her skin. Goosebumps formed along her as the sensations the chair pushed against her neck rolled like a pair of lips, plucking several kisses into her upper back while a pressure rolled along her like a tongue. Slipping her own tongue between her lips, she clamped it over her upper lip and smote out a low growl of pleasure as she spread her toes back.
Gritting her teeth, she pressed the middle of her tongue to the roof of her mouth and let air trickle through her neck in a low purr. As she raised her chin upward, she felt her eyelids flutter again while she thought upon her chilly, unheated closet of a bedchamber in the ship. She saw herself huddled on the hard mattress, wrapped in a blanket and then envisioned her captain in this chair of wonder. Sensations ran along her feet and she pressed them together while curling her toes inward as she let out a shuddering gasp.
Two thin, rope like appendages slurped up her soles, their metal fingers caressing over her toes as she coughed out a whimsical wind of exhilaration. Their tips sparkled with a shifting, many colored light as the ends flipped away from her before diving between her toes. A light buzzing sprawled against her flesh while the sensory emitting diodes painted warm touches against her, spreading a thousand tiny kisses into her. The ends of her lips spread outward, conquering her cheeks as she rolled her head back into the seat, stretching her neck away.
As the fingers rolled down her arch her toes twitched and a shock spasmed across her shoulder. Grunting out a gasp, she stretched her head away as she grit her teeth before sharply sucking in another bout of air and pressing her lips together. The boiling bubbles within her began to pop, and she felt tears singe her eyes as the radiance at her feet began to simmer through her legs and up the back of her spine. Writhing within the chair, she drew in several sharp inhales while bending her toes further and further back, pointing the balls of her feet at an angle towards the pleasure devices that taunted her bare skin. Pressing her shoulders down, she stretched her legs further away from her body as a low giggle traced along her lips.
Thrusting her hips, she clamped her mouth together and felt her body begin to strain out a wiry groan. For several seconds she shifted her knees, alternating them up and down as she pointed and flexed her toes, twisting her feet at angles as she sought to contain the wicked jubilance that the machine poured onto them. Through pleasantly closed eyes she saw a flicker of the blue light through the cockpit and her lips parted, her breathing growing louder and ragged, streaked with a low whimpering moan as the machine continued to dust pleasure across those parts of her body made sensitive through her many years of sheltering them away within that thick leather. Sweat began to condense on her forehead, pinning her hair to her face as she rolled her head about puffing out steamy breathes of air.
With a groan she arched her back, pushing her shoulders into the chair as she shut the outer corners of her eyes, a hazy fog diluting the light into a mass of color before her. Shifting from side to side, she pulled her lips inward as the machine menaced her soles, inflicting their delirious touches deep into her feet. The touches echoed across her whole body, wracking her with a light tingling that murmured pleasantly like the whispering wind. Goosebumps plagued the back of her skin and her elbows shivered with electricity.
Her hot exhales slowed as the fingers nurtured the centers of her feet, cultivating them for their sensitivity. Low, rumbling moans surfed along her breath as she drifted into the seat, letting the tongue-like sensations lavish her skin with their spring like temperatures as they seared into her like sunlight. The sensations bubbled and tremored, droning against her as the pace of the touches increased ever so slightly. Gritting her teeth, she hammered out a lilting "hehehe," as she pushed her arms into her sides and pushed herself up with her elbows, her finger glancing against the dial. A click resounded and her gaze drifted over to the burning number as it slithered into a 4.
The bindings at her ankles, elbows and wrists pushed her into the chair. Feeling her sight slowly crawl towards her bindings, she began to lift her eyebrow just as the sensors that lightly grazed her soles pressed into her harder than before, raking down her sole. Crinkling lightning sparked within her and she pushed herself up with her elbows as her lips split apart with a gasp. Her eyes went wide, and she let out a steamy, "Ahh," as her feet trembled, clenching their toes tightly while pulling away from the sensors. With a click she clamped her teeth together as a smile wrapped around her face, burning an impression into her puffy cheeks as the feelers ratcheted towards her, scrawling above her heels.
Pointing her toes forward, she curved her feet into sickles, aiming them at the floor as her knees shivered and her soles quaked. A braided "tsshehe" shook her rib-cage as she turned her face away, expanding her neck from her body. The devilish light the sensor's sprayed onto her took a roughened touch, full of sandpaper-like papillae that scraped away at her while the overall smoothness of the tongue still drew her in, sinking into her flesh. Taking in a shuddering breath, she felt her breasts quiver within her shirt as mirth, desire and disdain all rounded together into a sickly thick liquid that poured through her veins.
As she pressed her tongue over her upper lip, she closed her eyes, her feet quaking at the slow, methodical touch of the robotic hands as they swept back up her sole, rubbing four lines up each foot. Her heart thumped and trembled, extending a hand and reaching for the soft touch then cast aside by the rough one, only to be summoned back by the reminder of the slithering warmth that massaged into her. Grumbling a groan, she felt the muscles in her neck strain as she pushed her chin into her chest, the silken nuzzling at the back of her neck growing ghostly, barely there yet constantly reminding her of their warm kisses. All the while her arms trembled, her wrists jerking within the manacles while her fingers rattled along the arm rests. She scraped her fingers alongside the outer edges of various buttons, pulling at them, straining the muscles in her hands as they quivered. Just as the buttons began to pull away, she released them, stretching her fingers out and pointing them off of the console.
Meanwhile her feet fell prey to the diabolically wonderful touches that pushed her away then pulled them in again. Wiggling her toes wildly, she began to pull them back as the wicked sensors gathered at the balls of her feet, rapidly rounding the edges while slashing a single diode back and forth over the lightly raised bit of flesh. Clamping her eyes shut, her breathing took on the sound of rain splattering against the ocean, exhaling in several swift rolling waves before sucking up a great bout of air to do it all again.
As the metal diodes spun away from her ball and began tracing upward her toes waggled in nervous anticipation, shuffling back and forth, flexing apart and curling together as they discussed whether or not to harbor the invaders. It felt like arcs of lightning licked up her toes as she imagined the fate that awaited them. The pathways that the device left up her soles still itched and tingled with delight at their passing and the skin around her toes throbbed as she envisioned the strokes berating them. As the shafts creased up and over the mound beneath her toes she froze her breath, flitting back and forth between spreading her toes and welcoming the invasion into those most private parts of her realm and hoping that their stay might be brief and less destructive as a result, or fighting off the pests by clenching them tightly together, knowing full well that in her bound state she would never win and that she would be forced to bear the full fury of their intrusion as a result. Deep within her chest she felt a twisting shadow leap across her heart at the thought of fighting and losing, of being forced to suffer against her will. The shadow gripped into her as a secretive whispering of enjoying such an engagement rustled at the back of her scalp. Clenching her toes, she felt wrinkles wrap up her arches as she pressed her toe pads into the mound that the diodes flexed over, accidentally butting her toepads into the devices the instant she did so.
The roughened bumps struck against her, and at once sensations simmered all over her toes. Letting out an "eeya!" she soaked in the feelings; it felt as though the skies above her were dwarfed by a massive cloud of darkness that spewed thousands of lightning bolts across her, the aftershocks of the bolts rippling out against her for long seconds after the strikes. In that delirious half second she was struck at all sides by the thunderous heavens, her toes twinkling with a radiant glow as they absorbed the full force of the thunder strokes. At once her eyes blasted open and the calming seas before her winked out, her surroundings taking on the cold metallic setting of her captain's iron throne room as she flexed her toes backwards and tugged her soles away, pressing the tops of her feet into the manacles that held her ankles.
For a brief instant the torture devices fell away from her skin. Clenching her teeth, she puffed out air as her eyes swung wildly to her discarded boots, the blue haze beyond the plasma field shimmering against them. As she drew in a ragged breath, her eyes quivered while a single word greased her thoughts, printing across them over and over again, eclipsing each other image that appeared before her. Mistake. She clenched her toes tighter, a pain pressing into her arch as she imagined the sensations creasing over her toes again and again. This was a mistake. Her gaze darted towards the dial and she stretched her fingers for it while black, gooey dread oozed over her ribs at the image of herself, defeated and defenseless before the torture device installed in her captain's chair. There would be no escape; she would lose herself, her mind robbed of sentience so that she would never turn the device off. The air around her toes buzzed and she felt the chair vibrate at her ears like a swarm mosquitoes. A wicked hex slithered across her mind, asking her if that would be so bad. Swatting it away, she nudged the dial just as the drones intercepted her toes.
Her heart froze and she saw the blue haze outside of the shift fizzle as her lips curved into a crooked smile. Somewhere, deep within her, she felt that wonderful heat blossom. Tucking her chin into her chest, she felt her grin grow wide as the flowers took root within her, gleaming with dewy light as she became fiercely conscious of her toes. Somehow, deep within her, she became aware of their most vulnerable spots, knowing just where the drone would lay siege. The haze outside of the ship lurched and warbled as her imagination manifested itself; the rope-like appendages of the deominic chair seeped between her toes, grating against her from all ends. Her eyes trembled behind her eyelids, and her fingers snapped outward before dashing down into the armrests. Plastic clicked at her left side as a tidal wave of fierce emotion coiled around her heart, binding it as the robot struck swiftly, stroking back and forth between her toes, their smooth sensors melting into her like butter while the harsh bumps they projected into her grated away at her. They raked back and forth, sawing away at her sanity as she smoked a fiery "Tsseehehe" trembling through the air.
Her instincts clutched her heart and she pulled her feet backward, twisting them one top of the other and while both shifted to the right as she curled her toes tightly. Immediately the feelings intensified, prickling through her toes as she gripped into the buzzing metal. A tingling formed at her back, between her shoulder blades, and she yelped out a gasp before releasing the cruel devices. Spinning her feet upright, she flexed her toes back and apart, gritting her teeth and wrapping her arms into the armrests while focusing on holding her feet deathly still. Even the tiniest twitches of her toe tips pushed her further into the evil appendages, in turn sending the crawling sensations burrowing into her skin.
Huffing, she snorted in air then huffed again as her hair flashed across her eyes, sticking into her eyebrows while wrangling against her nose. The bell like twinkling that grazed upon her back fanned out like a pair of wings, cresting over the rim of her shoulders and into the center of her neck. Her shoulders twitched with each pull of the devices and she felt her mind ascribe a name to them: the toe ticklers. Letting a quick chuckle escape her lips at her bad name, she felt her lungs descend into a volley of swift, sheepish baying, her tongue clicking against the backs of her teeth as she brushed senseless giggles into the room.
With a heavy inhale she forced herself to stillness, stretching her toes further apart from one another. The centers of her feet ached, and for a brief instant she thought of the purpose and utility of the device, wondering at her captain. Snorting out a breath of air, she wrapped her fingers tighter into the armrests, the sound of strangling leather straining through the air. The edges of her eyes hardened, and she stared forward into the blue haze as slow, brightly outlined blobs wept into existence.
Her thumb slipped, and grazed over top of the buttons on the console. At once her breath froze and her eyes darted towards them. Heaving a sigh of relief, she saw that none of the buttons rippled back upwards. Movement lassoed her sight, and she felt her vision crawl towards a small set of glowing crimson numbers to the right of the large 6 that read 15. Her heart clicked, and she saw them sweep to 14, then 13. Taking in a rigid breath, her eyes narrowed as the small numbers slowly fidgeted downwards while the machine at her feet cried for her attention.
A streak of life oozed down her soles and she shrieked, throwing her head back as she thrashed into the chair. Twisting her eyes down, she huddled her feet together, pressing her toes against one another as she shifted them back and forth while attempting to dodge the metal hands as they stroked down her soles. A mouse-like eep slipped through her lips as she twisted her face away from her feet, casting them out of her mind while the diodes wagged back and forth, the slobbering, tongue like sensations they scanned into her sending vicious waves of heat up her legs. Thrusting her knees into the chair, she extended her feet outward then twisted pointed her toes down as she kicked her hip into the right arm rest. Her right shoulder butted up into the band that held her in place while she wiggled her left downward and out, her arm stretching forward and her fingers splaying over the silent 3 as it turned to a 2. An image of her captain appeared before her and she grit her teeth, snorting a hot breath as she imagined her squirrely captain shrieking and laughing as this device deposed her of her makeshift toughness. A growl rent her throat even though her lips cackled up into her cheeks she swore she would not let such a fickle thing best her. Her smiled wrapped ever upward as she imagined herself recovering her captain, then just as quickly mutinying against her, taking over their small mining vessel. After all, she thought to herself as the 1 spun to 0, she had heard her commander on those long nights, how she shrieked and screamed with ghostly laughter. She was clearly superior, she could clearly endure far more than--
A metallic ping clicked from the console and she saw the dial click to the right. The 6 contorted and shifted into a 7 while the double digits flung to a 60. A sound like rubber snapping crackled at her feet and she felt her eyebrows rise up before a tidal wave of emotion crashed across her soles. Pointing her toes down, she fled from the metallic tentacles as they reeled back and flayed against the tips of her toes like the arms of an octopus. As the tentacles slithered beneath her feet, she felt them whip lightly against her and she began jerking in her seat, tugging at the bondage that held her ankles as she attempted to flee the light rapping. Clenching her teeth, she swished out a sweltering, "tshehe-hehehe!" that bobbed through the room, riding the waves of the tsunami that landed against her. Though they only touched her for a tenth of a second and immediately left her, the sensations they spun into her buzzed incessantly. It felt as though they stuck to her, sucking at her skin like suction pods while also biting into her with a thousand tiny, pointed and spinning teeth that could not break her skin but instead ran along over top of it. The tentacles fell in waves, striking at seemingly random positions up both of her soles.
The bindings in her chair clinked and clicked as she tugged at them, her idle thoughts fleeing, leaving only the brief thought of escape. Her wrists grew hot and red as she clenched her fists and tugged, twisting her torso into the chair and bumping into the claws that held her shoulders down while her helpless feet flit about, dancing from side to side and attempting to beat off the horrible tentacles. A fluffy giddiness bloomed in her stomach, soothing her, while the light at her backside pulsed rapidly, burning the imprint of wings into her. As she flustered back and forth in her private torture device, her breaths and laughter increased in pace so that she was huffing out quick gasps of "hehe," before guzzling down another breath to fuel the next expulsion.
All over her backside and along the back of her neck and over her shoulders she felt hundreds of small goosebumps like barbs prickle into her as the tickling sensation fanned out, pulsing up her legs. Through the plasma she watched as the leftover gasses pickled out of existence and the thin streaks of violet light flickered into view. Pursing her lips together, she snorted out several puffs of muffled laughter through her nose as her gaze spun wildly towards the glowing numbers on the panel. 49. 48. As though a feather twirled within her stomach, she felt the giddiness grow and glow within her as she began to wiggle within the chair again, the edges of her lips curling upward. Escape flickered through her mind again and as she curled her toes downward even further, turning her feet into great arcs, she unfurled her fingers and reached out her shaking nails towards the multitude of unmarked buttons. Her spine seemed to stretch further and further as she dropped her fingers down, plucking at a button.
A clack of metal came from beneath her and she pulled at her ankles, feeling the manacles pull back at her. Another thin set of metal wires snaked through the air over her feet and her eyes flew wide open as she began thrashing within her chair, her eyes locking onto the console as she fought through the flurry of emotion that railed against her feet to make another decision. The cool metal slithered over the tops of her feet and she felt a tightness burrow around her toes. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as the wires wrapped small rings around the bases of her toes before the wires began to reel in, tugging her feet back. Banging her knees against the edge of the chair, she slammed her hands into the armrests and began trying to push herself up as she watched the chair pull her feet back. Her toes bent backwards and she felt her skin become taut and defenseless before the momentarily paused tentacles as they fiendishly clicked against one another, preparing themselves for the assault. The numbers on the console briefly blazed a 30 in the air before bending into a 29, and then a flurry of movement caught her attention as the tentacles whipped backward then towards her now immobile soles. Clenching her shoulders into her neck, she compressed her head downward and braced herself for the onslaught.
As the sensations railed against her she felt her toes twitch within their bindings, the bottoms of her feet merely wiggling before the oppressive regime that held her. Sliding her arms forward, she sat back in the chair and dropped her jaw, letting out a shuddering laugh as she pinched her eyes nearly shut. The hands of the odious octopus stormed across her sensitive flesh, sucking and plucking against it while serrating her with the tiny teeth that rippled within the suction cups. Though deep within her she knew that only a metal diode pressed against her and only for a moment, it truly felt like she sat, submerged in water and besieged by a wicked offshore beast beset upon corrupting her.
Truly, the dreadful sense of defeat that eclipsed her heart wrapped around her chest like an ethereal cloth relaxed her senses. She felt her shoulder muscles grow lax and though she wrapped her fingers around the outer edges of the arm rests, she found herself easing back into the seat. Somehow, she thought to herself, the chair robbing her of her ability to defend herself soothed her, and though her legs squirmed wildly against her will and despite the fact that she pushed herself back in the chair she felt at ease. Though the terrible sensations that trampled along her exposed soles rampaged through her mind, and though she laughed wildly she felt calm, as though she sat in the ocean, the methodical waves massaging her. At peace with herself, she laughed freely, almost delighting in the suffering the device inflicted upon her as the pulsing outline of wings in her back wrapped around her like a devilish cocoon obsessed with goading her to further submit to the torture.
Watching as the dial flicked to a 15 she felt herself clear her mind while turmoil wracked her body. For a moment she wondered at the next level, at what horrors it might subject her to, and how much further the device could go. Her breath froze within her as an icicle of a thought dripped cold water down the back of her neck: what if the dial went beyond 10. Laughing louder and harder, she felt herself become lost in anticipation of what awaited her. Outside, the streaks peeled away into a bespeckled night like glittering dew on the morning beach, their color transitioning away.
Suddenly the sensations wrapped around her toes, sucking at their exposed bottoms. Shrieking, she twisted about in the chair, her toes desperately fencing with the rings that held them back as they sought cover from the barrage that whipped into her. Pushing herself up, she bent over as best she could and let her silver laughter spill into her lap, the pool quickly rising above her legs and then dripping over the chair. Before long a small stream of her suffering poured down the chair, then wrapped around the steps she had stepped up what felt like hours ago. Again she saw the steely chair from below, as she always had before, and then she saw herself smirking with secretive memories at taking the helm for her own. For a moment she froze, torn between screaming at herself to not go up and pushing her forward, thrusting her in the throne and letting it lock her in her rightful place.
The number crawled to ten, then flipped to a nine. As she watched it, glee taking flight within her, she froze, her heart popping within her chest as she saw light streak out of the corner of her eye. Stabbing her head up, she laughed wildly as she looked through the thin sheet of plasma while several wide squares of silver shimmered briefly before vanishing into the void. The enemy fleet, she thought to herself as the console began to click. A 5 appeared then vanished, guided from the arm rest by a click and the number 4. Taking in several rapid breaths, she felt her eyes quiver as the numbers ticked down painfully quick. In a single beat of her heart she saw the numbers shift to 3, then 2 and finally a 1. The console buzzed, and the number on it shifted up to an 8.
A sound like a buzz-saw ripped through the air and she felt the tentacles push into her, wrapping around her defenseless feet. At once they took on a sensation similar to the sound they emitted, vibrating and pulsing with crackling electricity. Throwing herself backward into the chair, she began thrashing uncontrollably while she let out a screech of laughter that clawed at the metal walls around her. The ends of her eyes pinched shut and she stared upwards into the circular ceiling of the metal cabinet as she fell through the blue waters of the ocean, watching the light above her fade into a tunnel of black. As she drifted backwards, a wiry smile sewn to her face, she felt a peaceful bliss overtake her as she listened to the ship's boarding party sirens calling for her attention in the distance.
