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UNDERFOOT CONSPIRACY - PART III
Caution: The following content - a pure work of fiction - may contain elements that are not suitable for all audiences. Viewer discretion is advised!
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PART I is here: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/underfoot-conspiracy.442999/
PART II is here: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/underfoot-conspiracy-part-ii.444051/
UNDERFOOT CONSPIRACY - PART III
by dtka66
It was past four in the morning when Isabella Solaria finally drifted off.
Dr. Scarlett Auburn had kept her word. No one had tickled the Mexican’s bare feet again. She spent the rest of her first day at Ava Roi Podiatry Center being bathed, fed, and monitored by ‘friendly’ PSEE students until bedtime.
It took her a while to fall asleep, though. The sting of defeat gnawing at her insides. The straitjacket and ankle shackles only made that feeling worse.
However, the cells of the Center were designed to contribute toward a stress-free environment, incorporating elements like ambient lighting and binaural beats that helped Isabella to sleep.
Suddenly, in the quiet of dawn, a hand clamped over her mouth. She jolted awake, thrashing on the bed.
“Mphmmmm!”
“Shhh! Easy, cariño! It’s me, Alexandra! No time to explain. Listen closely. I’m FBI! We’re getting you out!”
Isabella stopped trashing, she was scared and confused. Officer Alexandra continued.
“... Dr. Auburn is involved with a group trying to get your husband’s money. They transferred you here illegally… to break you. Has she made you talk? Nod if true.”
The officer kept her hand firmly over Isabella’s lips. The two women stared at each other for a few seconds in the dark cell. Then, timidly, Isabella nodded.
“That’s fine, cariño. We got the location already. An abandoned mine in Sierra Madre, near Cuitaca. Correct?”
Isabella froze. Her eyes widened in shock, but she ended up nodding again. Alexandra pulled her hand away, flashing a smile.
“You’ll be fine, cariño. But we need to act fast. Play along today, say nothing. By tonight, we’ll move. Dr. Auburn will be arrested. You’ll be safe in witness protection. Just hold on. It’s almost over.”
Officer Alexandra brushed back a lock of Isabella’s hair, winked, and disappeared through the cell door. Isabella lay stunned on the bed. A thousand things went through her head at that very moment. But as minutes passed, Officer Alexandra’s words began to settle. They sounded trustful! They sounded… exactly like what the inmate wanted to hear.
The morning sun streamed through the curtains of the luxurious suite reserved for Dr. Scarlett Auburn. The light woke her as it did every morning. She lay on her side, facing the window, dressed in a sexy black silk nightwear.
She sat on the edge of the bed, stretching her arms and legs.
“I need a new pedi,” she said, looking at her feet, while splaying the toes.
As she slipped out of bed and opened the curtains, revealing the sunny day outside, a sudden voice made Scarlett spun around, her heart skipped a beat.
“You looked so pretty sleeping. I almost woke you earlier but decided to wait...”
“O-Officer Alexandra! How dare you! What’re you doing in my room!?” Scarlett yelled, anger laced with shock.
The officer rose from her chair and signaled silence. She walked towards a desk, using pen and paper to scribble a note. Dr. Auburn came closer.
“This room might be bugged. Here’s what you need to know. I work for Judge Zara Beaumont. I visited our friend hours ago. She confirmed the version you told Ms. Beaumont. The money is in an abandoned mine near Cuitaca, Mexico.”
Officer Alexandra paused, staring at Scarlett as she awaited confirmation. The doctor gaped, not believing what she was reading. It took a while until she regained composure and nodded to the officer, who flipped the paper and resumed the note.
“A team is en route. The Judge wants this wrapped up today. Be in Cell Block 4-B, 9:50 PM. A hacker will disable security. We’ll have 10 minutes!”
Dr. Auburn nodded again, still surprised by the note. The officer leaned closer to her ear, whispering the last part of the instruction.
“It’s better you don’t know the rest, but for appearances, I’m gonna have to hurt you. Don’t worry — just a little.”
Officer Alexandra brushed the doctor’s cheek with her hand before stepping back.
“Done! Oh, and if more cockroaches creep into your suite, don’t hesitate to call me! Have a nice day, Dr. Auburn!” the officer winked and left.
Scarlett felt like a passenger in a plane that was spiraling out of control. The doctor then took a deep breath, her eyes closed as she chuckled to herself.
“So be it! Let’s end this tonight!”
Inside one of the practice rooms at the first underground level of Ava Roi, a Foot Stimuli Subject with Korean features gasped for breath, her big narrow reddened soles twitching in the restraints of a foot stimulation chair. She had just endured an intense foot arches stimulation session, her exhaustion written all over her face.
“P… P-Please… I… I c-can’t… can’t take it any… anymore…”
A cold blonde student was seated in front of the subject’s soles. She seemed rather pleased with her work, ignoring the pleas coming from the other side of the restraint chair.
“Dr. Auburn, the Acu-Poke on the medial longitudinal arches is complete! …Dr. Auburn? Hey, doctor?”
Scarlett wasn’t listening. Her mind was too preoccupied with the upcoming events.
“Dr. Auburn!?” the student called again, louder this time.
“Oh, yes! Sorry. Err… Repeat the procedure! The arch of the foot is the bridge for her rehabilitation. That subject isn’t going anywhere until we reprogram her criminal mind!”
“But, doctor… the sensitivity readings on her arches are—”
“Follow the protocol! I’ll check back in an hour to see your progress.”
“Understood, Dr. Auburn. Well, ‘bigfeet’. Looks like I’m not done with you yet,” the student teased, aiming two hand-held devices, similar to stun guns with numerous tiny pointed cones, right in front of the subject’s exposed arches.
“Oh no, no, no! N-Not again! NOT AGAIN!!!”
“Oh yes, yes, yes! Back to those arches we go! You’d better be ready!”
“D-Dr. A-Auburn, p-please! I-I can’t take it anymore.”
“Well, my dear, you don’t have a choice. Begin the Acu-Poke!”
“No, no, no, I-I c-can’tHAHAHHAHAAHH NOOOHAHA—”
The laughter died down when the door closed behind Dr. Auburn. In the hallway, she took her tablet, checking for updates on Isabella Solaria.
“Successive pedicure procedures. No incidents reported. Good! But, fuck! I can’t calm down,” Scarlett muttered, noticing her hand trembling as it gripped the tablet.
She had been spending her day dividing time between tutoring classes and monitoring Isabella’s progress. But as the hours ticked by, a bad feeling crept over her. To make things worse, she saw Officer Valor escorting a crying Foot Stimuli Subject, flanked by a different officer.
“Officer Valor? Where’s Officer Alexandra?”
“Hah! She’s gettin’ old. Caught the flu and took the day off.”
“So, she’s not here today?”
“Nope.”
“I see. Well, thank you, officer!”
“Doc,” Officer Valor nodded, proceeding with the escort.
Dr. Auburn stood in the hallway gritting her teeth with anger. She felt herself reduced to a mere supporting character in the plot. “Fuck! You owe me, Judge!”
A few feet away, Isabella Solaria was enduring another ticklish pedicure of the day. Two PSEE students have been hand-picked by Dr. Auburn to treat the inmate.
Despite the ticklish squirms, Isabella managed to endure the light foot stimulation. She was growing more confident, assured she would be released as the day went on, though her nerves were stretched thin.
Meanwhile, far from the radar of the two rivals, Officer Alexandra lurked in the shadows, biding her time. Just waiting for the right moment to strike.
It was 9:49 p.m. — Isabella sat on the edge of her cell bed, her bare feet curled inward as they drummed a nervous rhythm against the thin mattress. The yellow straitjacket restrained her physically, but her nerves were anything but contained.
She spent the entire day getting her barefoot pedicured and rubbed with different oils and gels. Despite the tickles, nothing compared to the horrors she faced in that PED class.
Isabella jumped when she heard noises coming from the corridor, followed by a loud ‘blam’ nearby. The cell door burst open and Officer Alexandra entered, carrying an unconscious female officer over her shoulder.
“Is she… dead?” Isabella asked, scared by the scene.
“That’s not what you should be worried about, let’s move!”
Alexandra tossed the knocked-out officer onto the cell bed before helping Isabella to stand. “Stay close and don’t make a sound!”
The fresh air of the cell block corridor brushed against Isabella’s bare feet, a fleeting promise of freedom. She trailed Officer Alexandra like a shadow, placing absolute trust in the towering officer.
Isabella was following so close that her head bumped into Alexandra’s back as the officer stopped. When the inmate looked at what was in front of them, she started to be filled with rage.
“Just in time! Oh! Hello there, Isabella.”
The sarcastic voice belonged to Dr. Scarlett Auburn, who stood waiting from them.
“Let’s move. The gap is getting tight!” Officer Alexandra said quietly but very commandingly.
Isabella locked eyes with Scarlett, her clenched jaw and fiery glare reflected her fury. Without a word, she stayed close to Alexandra, the doctor following behind.
They exited the cell block through a staff-only passage, sneaking down a narrow corridor until they reached a security door labeled Exit 3. Officer Alexandra stopped again, causing Isabella to bump into her back a second time.
“What’s going on? Vámonos, por Dios!”
The officer turned slowly, her facial expression dark enough to scare both Isabella and Scarlett.
“This is where we say goodbye, cariño.”
Before Isabella could react, Officer Alexandra shoved the inmate against the wall and stormed toward Scarlett, grabbing the doctor’s hair and slammed her head into Isabella’s chest — once, twice, three times!
The doctor collapsed to the floor, blood streaming from her broken nose, leaving red stains on Isabella’s straitjacket. The officer moved like a kunoichi, pushing Isabella over the injured doctor.
“Now you guys work this out! It’s all between you both! Hehe!”
Officer Alexandra swiped the security card she got from the officer left in Isabella’s cell, accessing the Exit 3 door. As it slid open, she threw the card toward the two women on the floor.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, cariño,” she teased, wiggling her fingers before the door sealed shut in front of her.
Isabella watched the scene completely astonished.
“C-Code Wang-Echo, Wang-Echo! Subject escape! 4-B Zone… argh… Exit 3! Hurry up!” Dr. Auburn rasped, clutching her bloodied face as she called the Center’s task force.
“No, no, no! Qué haces?! QUÉ HACES!!!” Isabella shrieked, realizing she had just been duped. With a guttural scream, she lashed out at the injured doctor, delivering barefoot kicks and stomps.
“PUTA! TE VOY A MATAR!!!”
Scarlett curled into a fetal position, shielding herself as best she could from the furious attack.
“FREEZE!!!” The task force arrived in seconds. Two tranquilizer darts were fired — ‘pew, pew ’— hitting Isabella’s thighs.
“GRRRR!!! VOY A MATAR A TODOAAHHH…”
Isabella’s body went limp, crumpling to the floor as the drug overtook her nervous system.
A task force officer crouched next to Scarlett. “Are you okay, doctor?”
“J-Just a broken nose. No idea how she escaped. I-I tried to stop her, but… argh, my face!”
“That’s okay, doctor. HEY!!! WE NEED MEDICAL SUPPORT HERE!!!”
“T-Take her to Level-5! She’s under maximum security now.”
“Understood, doctor!”
As the task force dragged Isabella down the corridor, the top of her bare feet squeaking against the floor. Dr. Auburn kept her bloodied hand over her face, partly to conceal a satisfied evil smile. Even through the pain, she felt a sense of accomplishment. Everything indicated the plan had gone exactly as intended.
At the same time as the events unfolded at Ava Roi Podiatry Center, more than a thousand miles south, Elias Fisher waited inside a black Mercedes GLS parked within an abandoned warehouse in an industrial district of Phoenix. He was in the back seat, sandwiched between two henchmen in black suits.
Elias had been informed that the plan succeeded. All he had to do was to follow the Judge’s instructions and collect his cut.
“Aww, Isabella… I’d kill to see what’s happening to your pretty feet right now,” Elias thought to himself. Despite having been a little nervous when the Judge’s men picked him up, the attorney knew he did a good job.
The groaning of rusted hinges was heard as the massive industrial door inched open, revealing the piercing headlights of another black Mercedes SUV. Elias shifted in his seat, trying to stay cool as the vehicle approached slowly.
A ceiling spotlight was turned on, illuminating the dusty space between the fronts of the two parked SUVs. The moment their engines went silent, a man in black suit exited the second vehicle, carrying a folded chair. He set it down precisely beneath the spotlight and turned back to assist a female figure to get out.
A tall and elegant silhouette appeared in black ensemble. She cutted through the shadows of the warehouse with an air of authority. The black suit clung to her like an extension of the darkness itself. The light caught the top of her sculpted bob hair and revealed the sharp angles of her ebony face with wicked red lips.
She sat and elegantly crossed her black-stockinged legs, motioned with a single hand gesture. One of the men flanking Elias got out of the SUV and silently signaled the attorney to do the same. Elias obeyed and walked towards where the woman was seated.
“Mr. Fisher! We finally meet in person.”
“Judge Beaumont, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“Pleasure, huh? You seem like a man of many pleasures…”
“Excuse me?”
“Dr. Auburn assured me you were the right man for this job…”
“Well, I’m glad to hear everything went according to plan.”
“Yes… despite your little lapse in judgment…” the Judge gave him a serious gaze.
“Err, I’m sorry, Judge Beaumont. I’m not following?” Elias gulped, looking at the men surrounding him in the shadows.
“You almost ruined it all, didn’t you?”
“Judge Beaumont, I did what was planned!”
The Judge pulled out her smartphone and played on a video, showing it to the attorney. The screen lit up with a grainy CCTV recording.
“Mrs. Solaria, trust me. It’s the right choice! A year will fly by. You’ll see how effective foot stimulation therapy is. I bet you’re not even... cosquilluda, eh? Hehe!”
“Wanna test it? Here, tickle my foot…”
“Mrs. Solaria, p-please. My intention wasn’t—”
“Shhhhh… on your knees, güero.”
“Tongue out and lick my foot, cowboy. Then I’ll sign your papers.”
Judge Beaumont stopped the recording. “I don’t need to show you the rest. You know very well what happened. That slip of yours nearly compromised my entire operation!”
Elias opened his mouth but no words came out. He stammered, no excuses could save him from that footage.
“It seems female feet are your weakness, Mr. Fisher. Am I right?” The Judge began to dangle her shoe in a very erotic way.
Elias cast a fleeting glance at her foot before swallowing hard. “Well, I can’t lie to a federal judge, can I? Yes, I have a thing for female feet!”
The Judge chuckled. “Hehehe! That’s okay, footboy. I’ll tell you a little secret… I like feet too. Who doesn’t, right? So, tell me… your thoughts about My Foot?”
The Judge kept dangling her shoe towards the attorney. Elias was embarrassed, but he started playing with the Judge’s game.
“Come closer,” she coaxed, signaling his approach with her index finger. “You’re the foot expert here.”
Slowly, Elias obeyed, eyes drawn to the raised foot like a moth to flame. Kneeling before her, he noticed a gold snake embossed on the heel breast of her shoe.
With deliberate care, he slipped off the high heel, unveiling a perfectly sculpted size 11 foot encased in sheer black nylon. The scent that met his nostrils was marvelous — a blend of expensive foot lotion and luxurious new-car aroma.
“I’ve been in these shoes all day… my foot isn’t smelly, is it?”
Elias inhaled deeply. “Oh no, Judge Beaumont. It smells divine.”
He pressed his thumb into her high-arched sole, feeling the warmth radiating through the sheer fabric. Elias’s finger traced a delicate line where her toes pressed against the nylon, his mind telling him he’s in a dangerous territory.
“Mmm. I was in need of a good foot massage. I value initiative, Mr. Fisher.” Zara Beaumont said, moaning with pleasure.
She leaned forward slightly, her voice more deep. “But you see, you almost cost me my prize. That means you need to be punished, Mr. Fisher!”
Elias stiffened when he heard the word “punished”. The Judge kept watching him, her expression almost ghastly.
“J-Judge Beaumont… I-I’m sorry, but…”
“On your knees, footboy! You serve my feet from now on! I need a new trained dog. If you do well, you’ll be my right-hand man. I need loyal people in my organization.”
The attorney was in a tight spot. For a brief moment, a twisted part of him envisioned what that life might be like — serving at the feet of a powerful federal judge. But deep within, something stronger resisted.
“I-I’ll give you this… fuck! You really moved me! But… with all due respect… I’m no one’s slave! If you wanna punish me, dock it from my cut. Or let your men rough me up. I don’t give a damn!” Elias said bravely.
Zara’s lips curved into a knowing smile after listened Elieas’s reluctance. She remained silent for a few seconds, watching carefully as the attorney placed the expensive high heel back on her foot.
“So, is that a no, Mr. Fisher?” Zara asked coldly.
“Y-Yes. Judge Beaumont. I’m a one-man show!”
“I see. In fact, you’re a sadist. A top! Just like me. I respect that. And this cancels your punishment and concludes our meeting,” the Judge snapped her fingers and one of her henchmen threw a heavy backpack at the attorney’s feet.
“Here is part of your cut. The rest is in the back of the vehicle that brought you here. I hope you know how to use that kind of funds.”
Elias took the backpack, quickly checking out its interior. The cash was there.
“Well, ahem, I hope this doesn’t affect any future partnership?”
“Not at all. I’m sure we’ll be in touch very soon.”
Elias straightened his tie, nodded to the Judge, and turned toward the SUV. Zara remained seated, dangling her shoe with an unreadable gaze.
Once inside the black Mercedes, Elias breathed a sigh of relief as the vehicle began to move, carrying him away from the warehouse. He closed his eyes, hugging the backpack filled with money.
‘POW’ — a hard elbow hit Elias’s face.
Before he could react, the Judge’s men in black used their strong hands to tackle the attorney, as a plastic bag was pulled over his head, cutting off his breath.
“ARGH! WHATYARAGHHMPHHH MPHHHH!!!”
Elias’ struggles weakened as he began to faith. The men in front seats continued the ride in silence, acting as if nothing had happened, with a blackout attorney behind them.
In the warehouse, one of the henchmen approached Zara. “What should we do with him, Mrs. Beaumont?”
She barely looked up. “Hmm. He looks like a fun toy. Throw him in the dungeon at the house in Nevada. If he bores me… let’s bury him alive in the desert.”
“As you wish, madam.”
Zara stood, her entourage forming around her. “Alright, boys! Let’s get out of here!”
She strode toward her waiting German SUV, exuding power with every step.
“Take me home,” she ordered the driver, while sinking comfy into the leather back seat. As the vehicle moved along the night streets of Phoenix, Judge Beaumont smirked to herself. “One more to go!”
Isabella Solaria was in the bedroom of a luxurious mansion. The lift-slide doors were open, letting in a soft breeze brushed against her face. Somewhere in the distance, a lawnmower hummed. She was barefoot, clad only in a silk nightgown. Beyond the doors, on a large balcony, stood her husband — Tato Solaria. He looked deeply at the landscape. She tried to call him, but her voice didn’t come out. Something was sealing her lips and poking the top of her head. She tried to move, but her ankles didn’t move. Her feet seemed stuck. Again, she tried to call her husband. Nothing. Then, without warning, Tato jumped off the balcony!
Isabella jolted awake, her heart racing. It was a bad dream. As she slowly became aware of her surroundings, her eyes darted around. She was in a confined booth, the only exit a narrow opening at her front. From somewhere in the distance, screams and laughter echoed, reaching her right ear. Her breath caught. The truth hit her hard — she was still imprisoned in the Ava Roi Podiatry Center.
The inmate was strapped in a new type of foot stimulation chair. Her feet locked in individual stocks, making her legs apart. Clamps were holding each toes separately, leaving the sensitive spaces between them fully exposed.
Heavy-duty nylon straps wrapped firmly around her entire body, which was clung in a new reddish jumpsuit with built-in straitjacket. She didn’t try to struggle against the restraints, as she knew it would be pointless.
“Well, well, well… Look who’s finally awake! And just in time,” a female voice came from behind Isabella. “Dr. Wang!? The subject is conscious!”
Slow high heels ‘click-clacks’ began to be heard from outside the booth, followed by an old female voice. “Excellent!”
“The electrodes have been applied, and the EEG is running. The Carousel is almost at its next turn,” the woman informed Dr. Wang, stepping forward. She smiled and rubbed the Mexican head.
“You look so ready for this. Good luck, Mrs. Solaria…”
And that was when Isabella realized it — her long raven hair was gone! She could feel the electrodes on her freshly shaved head. The horrifying realization drained the tan color of her skin, turning it a ghostly pale face.
“Isabella Solaria,” Dr. Liz Wang appeared at the edge of the booth’s opening, arms elegantly crossed. Her dark eyes locked onto Isabella’s restrained form, like an executioner ready to read a death sentence.
“Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Liz Wang, chief medical officer of this facility. Your recent actions have disturbed the harmony of my Center. The loss of an officer, the disappearance of another, and the injury of medical personnel… Your transgression is unacceptable! You exploited a security breach, yet your defiance has led you only to failure.”
“NOMOPH!!! MPHHH!!! MMPHHMM!!!” Isabella tried desperately to tell the truth. But the gag, the same black leather muzzle from the PED class, kept her mouth tightly shut. Memories from the night and the feelings caused by Dr. Auburn’s facehood and Officer Alexandra’s betrayal, stabbed deep into her chest. Heavy tears started welled in her eyes.
“Tears of remorse? You must face the consequences of your actions, Mrs. Solaria! For this reason, I will personally oversee your rehabilitation from now on. Welcome to The Carousel!”
Isabella’s muffled protests stopped. Tears flowed like a waterfall over her gagged face. Unwavering, Dr. Wang continued her explanation.
“You are now part of the most advanced podal stimulation program in this country. Every hour, this structure will rotate, subjecting your feet to a meticulously designed sequence of rehabilitation procedures. A full twenty-four-hour regimen. And it will continue as long as necessary.”
Isabella’s body went limp. Her blood ran cold. She felt as if Dr. Wang was sucking her very soul from each word.
“Mrs. Solaria, fallen women like you, in the struggle for survival, tend to cling to false truths, leading to mistakes. These mistakes disrupt the Equilibrium Five — the guiding pillars of a virtuous existence. Integrity, Propriety, Sagacity, Fidelity, Frugality. Those who transgress these principles inevitably invite consequences… You are about to begin the Oath of the Barefoot Being! A journey of reckoning! Through foot stimulation discipline and purification, the impurity of your soul will be released, one bare step at a time.”
When Dr. Wang finished her last phrase, a melodic tune made by electronic bells rang out, signalling that the Carrousel is about to rotate. The melody was followed by a synthetic voice.
“Please, clear the platform… Platform is moving… Caution! Pinch points!”
And the massive structure groaned to life.
Dr. Wang stepped back, watching Isabella helplessly be swallowed as the Carousel moved clockwise.
“Consider the gravity of your situation, Mrs. Solaria. Reflect on the mistakes that have led you to this path, and the punishment that awaits your feet.”
‘Thud... Thud… Thud... Thud… Thud... Thud…’
Isabella Solaria was practically dead inside after the words of Dr. Wang. She didn’t even notice when the edge of the wall separating the stages of The Carousel passed close to her immobilized soles. Nor did she hear the desperate screams and manic laughter echoing through the open booths as the platform rotated.
‘Thud... Thud… Thud... Thud… Thud... Thud… Clumph!’
The deep mechanical noise indicated the completion of the rotation and its locking, aligning Isabella’s booth perfectly with the station’s room. Her bare soles were the first part of her body facing the new place.
A robotic voice announced her arrival.
“New client: Isabella Solaria… Crime: drug trafficking, money laundering, breakout attempt, battery… Sentence Update: Temporarily Life Imprisonment…”
Two female PSEEs, both fully trained in punitive podiatric care, had their backs to the Mexican, methodically arranging their tools. They wore white lab coats, nitrile gloves, protective eyewear, and medical masks.
When they turned and sat at Isabella’s feet, one of them did the honors.
“Isabella Solaria. Welcome to The Carousel. My name is Miley. At this station, we’re going to sanitize your feet.”
“We’ll get them so clean I could eat my lunch on your soles,” added the other PSEE with a chuckle.
Isabella gave no reaction. Her gaze was vacant, staring into nothingness.
“Wow. She’s a mess! Poor girl!”
“Don’t forget she killed an officer up there. Nearly took out Dr. Auburn too.”
“Dangerous and stupid! First time I’ve seen a client turn a one-year sentence into life in just two days.”
“Yea… but let’s tread carefully. Hey! Isabella? If you’re hearing me, we’ll start with your toes. Actually between them, since there’s no record of you receiving any proper interdigital care. We’ll be using a solution that causes itching and burning sensation. But nothing you can’t handle.”
Isabella remained unresponsive, her lifeless stare fixed straight ahead.
“Hm. Catatonic…” Miley’s colleague said. “Should we call the Psychology and Neurology Division?”
“Let’s see about that…” Miley started a rhythmic back-and-forth movement with a tube brush. Its bristles coated in antibacterial solution, snaking between Isabella’s immobile toes.
The other PSEE followed suit, working on the other foot.
Isabella’s eyes clamped shut. A muffled noise rumbled through the muzzle gag. Her head shook, a weak denial at first, then more forceful as the solution took effect.
“There we go! I knew she was faking it!” Miley grinned.
Her colleague took the opportunity to taunt the inmate, maintaining the relentless scrubbing.
“The first hour has begun, Isabella! The first of many. There are so many stations waiting for those meaty feet of yours! Uh, you’re gonna love it! Hahaha!”
“Hey!” Miley pointed to the vitals monitor. “Everything’s spiking! And keep monitoring the EEG! We can’t risk a full mental breakdown. Not now!”
“Yea, you’re right.” The teasing PSEE softened her tone. “Let’s take it easy here. Isabella, just nod if the itching is too much… Isabella? Hey, Isabella!”
“Answer the PSEE, Cariño!”
“It’s so rude to treat our staff like that, my dear…”
The unmistakable voices sent an icy shudder down Isabella’s spine. Instinctively, she opened her eyes. Standing just behind the two PSEEs, arms folded, smirking — Officer Alexandra and Dr. Scarlett Auburn.
“What? Surprised to see us?” Officer Alexandra tilted her head. “Did you really think we wouldn’t be joining you on this new foot-tickling journey? Remember when I told you that I’d be rooting for you? Well, here I am, Cariño.”
“Being foot-tickled for the rest of your life… Such a nightmare.” Dr. Auburn let out a cruel laugh. “Crime doesn’t pay, my dear! But don’t worry, Officer Alexandra and I will just get cozy and watch you. Until the last days of your life!”
Then, as if to punctuate the humiliation, Dr. Auburn turned to Officer Alexandra and pulled her into a wet French kiss. The two women laughed, reveling in the Mexican’s torment, as the brushes continued their harsh torment between her toes.
Isabella began thrashed violently against the restraints, her head jerking wildly in the padded headrest. The laughter that erupted from her gagged mouth was hysterical, uncontrolled, agonized. The Mexican’s mind was shattered into fragments.
“The EEG shows abnormal activity. The ventral occipito-temporal cortex is in overdrive,” Miley murmured, watching the readings.
“Is she… hallucinating?” her colleague asked.
“Hey! Isabella! Are you with us? Hm, okay, let’s abort the procedure! Called—”
“Continue the procedure!”
Dr. Liz Wang ordered, standing like a ghost behind the PSEEs.
“U-Understood, Dr. Wang!” the two women responded in unison.
“This reaction was expected. A disruption of equilibrium betrays a deficiency of Integrity, The First Pillar. This subject must accept the principle of guilt, otherwise she is denying her inner self. Her subconscious manifests what her barefoot now endures. Archetypes of tickling torment!” Dr. Wang asserted firmly.
The two PSEEs gulped, their hands trembling slightly holding the shafts of the tube brushes, but never stopping their work between Isabella’s toes.
Dr. Wang remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the Mexican’s rolling wide eyes, lost in frenzied hysterical laughter.
Isabella Solaria had reached a dead end from which there was no turning back, condemned to be a Foot Stimuli Subject for the rest of her miserable life.
An entire month had passed.
In an overwater bungalow of a secluded six-star Mexican resort, Dr. Scarlett Auburn relaxed on a deck chair, watching the ocean under a beautiful dusk sky. Her oversized sunglasses, straw beach hat, and light blue robe covered her still-bruised body from the kicks of Isabella Solaria.
“Enjoying the champán, Madam? May I offer you another pour?” asked a toned waiter, who stood before her, bottle in hand.
“Ah, yes, I would very much enjoy that.”
As the waiter filled her glass, a voice captioned the moment.
“I should take a picture of you… to immortalize this scene!”
Scarlett glanced toward the voice but chose to focus on the waiter instead.
“Thank you, Carlos. I’d like to be alone now. My guest has arrived.”
The waiter, with effortless charm, nodded and left.
“Carlos, huh? You don’t waste time, Dr. Auburn”
“How was your flight, Judge Beaumont?
“Bumpy. Could barely work on my cases. But tell me… do you like the place?”
“A Mexican resort... very fitting after our work!”
“Heh. Of course. Now, let me join you, and… let’s do our thing!”
The Judge settled in front of Dr. Auburn. And in perfect sync, they each placed their right foot on the other’s lap. Zara’s high-arched size-eleven foot secured by Scarlett’s hands; Scarlett’s impeccably shaped size-nine foot rested in Zara’s grasp. It was a dreamy image for any foot fetishist.
“Mmm... oh my, I’m going to do crazy things to this soft sole tonight,” the Judge sounded provocative, massaging Scarlett’s foot.
“And I’m going to give you the worst tickle torture ever!” Scarlett shot back.
“Wow! And why do I deserve this, my evil doctor?”
“Why? Look at me.” Scarlett tilted her bruised face toward Zara, pulling her robe slightly to reveal purple dots around her pale body.
“Okay, okay, I plead guilty! I deserve punishment, doc! Oh yeah!” Zara wiggled her toes teasingly. “You know... it’s always exciting having a renowned doctor from Ava Roi holding my foot.”
“You like this, don’t you? Playing prisoner... One of the most powerful women I know, begging to be a submissive little *****, craving to have her soles punished!”
“You know I do! And only with you I feel this,” the Judge bit her lips.
“Then get ready, ‘prisoner.’ I brought special restraints in my luggage.”
“The leather body bag?” Zara moaned, curling the toes of both feet.
“The leather... body... bag... restraint.” Scarlett enunciated each word slowly.
Both women locked eyes, the sexual tension between them thickening.
“Mmm, I can’t wait… Oh! I brought you a gift!” Zara said, reaching into her purse. “Take it as an apology for hurting you during our operation.”
“Hm? What’s this?”
“The Mexican’s toe ring! Found it in Elias’s belongings. It’s yours now. May I?” Zara hand poised over Scarlett’s pinky toe.
The doctor nodded. “Hehehe… This is... demented!”
“I know. But of course you’d like it,” the Judge slid the ring on. “Oops! Too wide. Let’s try the index toe... Ah, there. It fits. Seems our poor Mexican girl had meaty toes.” She smirked. “Tell me... were those toes ticklish?”
“The foot scan said yes. But I never got the chance to test them myself. Her soles were excellent to work with, though.”
“Perfect Latina feet! In different circumstances, you’d be working on them right now.”
“No doubt! That inmate would be my personal subject!”
“Any update on her current... situation?” Judge Beaumont feigned innocence.
Scarlett narrowed her eyes. “Why are you asking me that? You already know she’s in Liz Wang’s hell.”
“Oof! Look at my arm, goosebumps!”
“Judge Beaumont... You’re faker than the marriage-in-crisis couples in this resort.”
“Ouch! Alright, alright! I admit it! I knew about her bad situation there. And, well... her predicament turns me on!”
“You’re a bitch, haha! So... who’s that Officer Alexandra anyway?”
“She’s really capable, isn’t she? She’s earned a vacation, so I gave her one. She’s up in Canada right now. Almost ready for her next job.”
“She played me perfectly. Hate her! And… Elias? Where is he?”
“Living in one of my dungeons,” the Judge said nonchalantly. “Waiting, wagging his little tail while I decide a crucial matter… for his role in my extravagant life!”
Dr. Auburn smirked. “Wait, wait... let me picture Elias as a slave for a sec. Okay, go on. I’m listening.”
“I’m... thinking... to castrating him!” Zara said, squeezed Scarlett’s foot arch.
“Hahaha! Aww, poor thing! Well, he deserves it.”
“Oh, he does. And I must admit... he can handle a lot. A lot of pain!”
Both women burst into laughter, their hushed conversation giving way to shared amusement that carried across the sun deck.
“So, my sexy Doc, how about we go shower and get ready for dinner? I’m starving after that flight. Then we can plan my punishment — even if it’s the last time.”
Scarlett raised a brow. “Last time? What’re you talking about?”
“I like drama. Maybe I’m starting to regret letting you tickle my feet.”
“Too late! All the pain I felt will be converted into serious foot tickling tonight. Prepare yourself!”
Zara Beaumont grinned mischievously. “Do your worst!”
The two women got up and exchanged a pecked kiss, walking barefoot toward the resort’s main building, arms wrapped around each other, giggling to themselves.
After an entire weekend indulging in kinky pleasures with Judge Zara Beaumont, Scarlett found herself lost in thoughts at a bar in Mexico City International Airport. Her crisp white shirt, rolled-up jeans, and red summer wedges gave her a sultry appearance, drawing more attention than she realized.
She had stepped off the Judge’s private jet an hour ago. The doctor needed to return to Ava Roi Center, while Zara flew directly to Europe.
“... diríjase a la puerta 61 de embarque. Gracias. This is the call for passengers of Delta Flight 8171 traveling to Seattle. Please proceed to gate 61. Thank you.”
Scarlett paid her bill and stood up with elegant ease, heading toward her boarding gate. As she walked, a male voice called out to her.
“Ms. Auburn? Scarlett Auburn?”
“Yes?” she answered absently, still lost in her own thoughts.
“Ms. Auburn, I’m Agent Escareno of the AIC. I work in conjunction with the FBI. May I have a word with you?”
Surprised, Scarlett finally focused on the man addressing her. He was a Mexican agent in his forties, with a neatly trimmed goatee and a navy suit. Beside him stood another agent, taller and stronger.
“Is there any problem?” she asked.
“Unfortunately, yes. Is this your suitcase, Ms. Auburn?” Agent Escareno held up a picture of her baggage.
“Yes, that’s mine. What’s wrong?”
“We detected an irregularity. You’ll need to open the suitcase yourself. I apologize for the inconvenience, but this is part of our security protocol.”
Scarlett exhaled angrily. Memories of past encounters flooded back — times when she had been forced to reveal the intimate bondage gear she traveled with. This had happened before, and she is pissed for another public embarrassment.
“Look, is this really necessary? I’ll miss my flight.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll hold the plane for you. This is standard procedure for everyone’s safety.”
“Ugh, fine! Lead the way.”
“You’ll be in the United States today, we promise. Please follow me, Ms. Auburn.”
Agent Escareno led her through restricted airport corridors. They took an elevator down several floors, and when the doors opened, two men in black suits were waiting.
“Thank you, Agent Escareno. We’ll take her from here.”
“FBI? Hey, what the hell is going on?” Scarlett asked, tension rising in her voice.
“Right this way, Ms. Auburn,” one of the agents ordered, moving his hand toward her arm.
“No, I’m not going anywhere! What the fuck is happening? Tell me now!” she yelled, realizing she was deep in the airport’s underground levels, far from the passenger terminals.
“Ms. Auburn, we need to ask you some questions. There’s an issue with your belongings. Cooperate, and you’ll be on your way soon.”
Scarlett clenched her teeth, inhaled deeply, and grudgingly decided to follow the two FBI agents. Finally, they stopped before a heavy security door. One agent unlocked it, while the other guided her inside.
The first thing Scarlett saw was her luggage on a metal table, marked with ‘EVIDENCE’ signs. She instinctively reached for her key to unlock the padlocks, but before she could, the men grabbed her arms and dragged her further into the room.
“Hey! M-My arm! Stop! You don’t have the right—”
Her words died in her throat as she turned toward the table. Facing it was a steel bondage chair, padded in black, fitted with thick leather straps — and a massive set of Stocks at its end.
“W-Wait! No, no, no! I want my lawyer! This violates my rights! S-Stop!!! You fucks! Argh!!! N-Nooo!!!”
Scarlett struggled, but she was no match for the agents. After they searched her, one of the FBI men strapped her arms and torso down to the chair. He joined the other agent to secure her ankles in the padded middle hole of the Stocks, locking its boards with strong hinges. Lastly, they blindfolded the doctor and without saying a word, the men left the room.
Scarlett was in shock. The sound of her heavy and anxious breathing was the only sound in the very underground room.
Moments later, the door opened again. The room was pierced by clacks of black stilettos as a slender figure stepped inside. Her tailored suit hung perfectly on her narrow shoulders. Her caramel hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and green eyes fixed on the bound doctor with quiet amusement.
“Who would have thought? I myself couldn’t believe it when I read the name. This is almost nostalgic for me. Back at Ava Roi when I was a PSEE student, I used to dream this moment. Do you still remember my voice, Dr. Auburn? You used to call me Maggie…”
Her voice sounded very familiar to the blindfolded redhead.
“You? Fuck me!” Scarlett inhaled sharply. “Margareth Kaminsky. One of my best students… Are you really doing this? You do know I’ll come for you one day, right? C’mon! Fucking untie me! Now!”
Maggie stepped forward and lifted the blindfold just enough for Scarlett to see her face.
“I’m glad you remember me. It’s funny, really. In all my years with the FBI’s interrogation division, I’ve never had the chance to question someone who knows exactly what’s coming. Someone who actually taught me everything about foot tickling interrogation.”
Scarlett swallowed hard. She knew she was in big trouble. Still, she had to play this game using her own cards.
“Ahh Maggie... you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Whoever’s behind this? They’ll pay for doing this to me! And you’ll be on that list too!”
The interrogator remained unfazed. “I’ll be very pragmatic here, Dr. Auburn. I promise my nails won’t touch your soles when you go barefoot soon. But first… let’s start with you explaining this to me…
Maggie used the doctor’s key to unlock a padlock and unzipped a specific suitcase. Scarlett’s eyes widened in disbelief as stacks of cash spilled out.
“How could you possibly think you’d enter the U.S. with luggage stuffed like this? And tell me whose private plane dropped you in the international zone that made you bypass the security checkpoints?”
Scarlett’s opened mouth went dry, as she was completely taken by surprise. Panic struck her inside.
“I... I don’t know... Someone must’ve planted it. I swear. The plane belongs to a friend of mine. T-This is… impossible!”
Maggie blindfolded the doctor. “You don’t need to see this anymore. So, you have no idea how the cash ended up in your suitcase? Locked with your padlock?”
“There’s someone behind this! Maggie, you have to believe me!”
“You once told me — nothing speaks louder than a ticklish foot…”
“Margareth! You’re gonna regret it! I swear! Someone’s setting me up!”
“Let’s test your honesty then…”
Scarlett’s body tensed as Maggie began unstrapping her red wedges. The interrogator’s fingers barely touched the tops of her lightly tanned feet.
“Summer wedges… They really fit the Mexican vibe. Shame to take them off! They really suit you!”
Maggie placed the discarded shoes in an evidence tray, together with the key of Scarlett’s baggage and other items, including her passport.
The redhead doctor instinctively curled her toes as her bare feet were exposed. Maggie noticed when the doctor rubbed her pale soles together, trembling in anticipation.
“Cricket feet? You? What are you hiding, Dr. Auburn?”
“FUCK YOU!!! You’re in deep shit if you dare torture me!”
Maggie’s eyes gleamed as she noticed something.
“Oh! A toe ring! Never saw you wearing one at Ava Roi. Well, you always wore closed-toe shoes. Anyway, it’s beautiful, but… I need to take it off to avoid your feet getting hurt.”
Scarlett froze when she heard about the toe ring. She had completely forgotten it. Worst, by the silence, she could infer that Maggie was analyzing the ring.
“Curious… How does a toe ring carved… ‘Isa & Tato por siempre’, ended up in your index toe? It seems your feet hold many secrets, Dr. Auburn…”
It was at that moment Scarlett realized the possibility Judge Beaumont had betrayed her.
Maggie placed the toe ring in the evidence tray. Then, she retrieved a silver case, setting it on the table. She flipped it open, revealing a laptop over a compact electrical device.
“Alright, Dr. Auburn. Tell me the truth, and this ends now.”
“You know what? FUCK YOU!!! This world is really full of lies! You’ll see it when we switch places!” Scarlett said revengefully, spitting towards a blind spot.
Maggie began lacing Scarlett’s big toes with a nylon rope. It wasn’t easy, Scarlett resisted, but the interrogator was trained for this. She secured the toes together and fastened them to the Stocks’ rods with practiced efficiency.
For a moment, Maggie admired Dr. Auburn’s stretched-out soles. Memories of her residency at the Ava Roi Center surfaced, back when her PSEE student friends had placed bets on who would dare torment Scarlett’s feet. It seemed she was about to win that bet.
“I promised my nails won’t touch your soles. So…”
She began to place conductive gel pads on Scarlett’s foot soles. Six in total, three on each sole — heels, arches, and balls.
“You’re going with electricity, eh? What, too scared to get your fingers in this shit? COWARD!!!” Scarlett said loudly, feeling the cold pads sticking on her soft soles.
Maggie ignored the taunt. “Don’t worry, this won’t take long. In five minutes, I’ll get what I need.”
She attached the wires from the device to each electrode pad, then checked the laptop. Everything was running perfectly. She turned on an audio recorder and addressed Scarlett.
“I call this device ‘Electrue.’ Old, but very effective. You know how electrical stimulation works, don’t you? So! Dr. Auburn, let’s start simple. Where does the money come from?”
“I told you. I don’t fucking know how it got there!”
The moment she spoke, Scarlett felt a ticklish sensation spread across her soles as Maggie activated the first intensity level of the Electrue device. She bit her lips, her toes twitching involuntarily.
“Dr. Auburn… The billions in cash you tried to smuggle contain marked bills that match the missing money from the Solaria Cartel. And… the exact amount that mysteriously disappeared from the DEA deposit days ago…”
“I-I swear… arghh! I d-don’t k-know anything about it!!!”
“So that’s your story? Someone just planted it in your luggage? Okay. Why you? Have you been involved in any money-related cases recently?”
“Y-Yes… I was the doctor in charge hehh… of I-Isabella Solaria!”
“Interesting. The wife of Tato Solaria. I assume she gave you that toe ring? Or was it a gift? I wonder who else could’ve given it to you…”
Maggie turned the intensity to level two. Scarlett tensed, struggling to resist. Her face flushed red. Maggie increased it to level three. The electrical stimulation finally forced the doctor to talk!
“Pfffttt arghahaha!!! Y-You fucking b-bitch! Okaaay! E-Elias Fisher gave it to me! Isabella’s attorney!”
Maggie turned the intensity back to level two. “That’s cooperation! I appreciate the honesty. What’s your true relationship with him? And where is he now?”
“I-I don’t know about him… We met during Isabella’s transfer to Ava ROOOIAHH!!!”
Maggie turned the level up to three. Then four. “Tell me about Elias Fisher!”
“AHHH FUCK!!! S-STOOP IT!!! ARGHH! W-WE HAD AN AFFAAAIR, BUT WE BROKE UP!!!”
“There we go! Let me get this straight. He was already Isabella’s attorney when you were together. And it’s just a coincidence that you—”
“I-I SUGGESTED SENDING HER TO AVA ROOOI!!! OKAAAY? AAHAHAHA!!!”
“I see. And why, Dr. Auburn? What was your real interest?”
“AAHH FUCK!!! O-OKAAY!!! I-I’LL TELL YOU THE TRUTH!!! JUST STOOOP IT!!!”
Maggie reduced the intensity level back to one, watching Scarlett almost passing out. Tears soaked her blindfold.
“Well, Dr. Auburn. I’m listening…” Maggie said, starting to tap her perfectly manicured red nails on the top of the Stocks’ frame.
Scarlett, panting from the relentless electric tickling, realized she had no choice but to expose everything.
“J-Judge Zara Beaumont… S-She orchestrated the whole thing… She wanted Isabella as my patient because she knew I could break her. That’s why I approached Elias… to get Isabella, and her husband’s money! The Judge… she’s the one who gave me this fucking toe ring.” Scarlett’s voice turned desperate. “Maggie, you have to help me. You know what these people are capable of!”
The interrogator double checked the audio recording before asking the crucial question. “Do you confirm that you were part of this conspiracy?”
Scarlett hesitated, feeling the electricity hitting her soles when Maggie turned the intensity level to two due her silence. The doctor sobbed, her head hanging low.
“I… I… ARGHAHAH Y-YEEEHEHESSS!!!”
“One last question. The cut you’d earn from the cartel’s money… Was it the amount in your suitcase?”
“NO!!! I-I… I… AAAHHH HAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Maggie raised the intensity to three… four… five… six…
“AAAHHHAHAHAH STOOPAHAH OKAAHARGHAHA Y-YES, YEES, YEEEES!!!”
“Very good! We’re done. I told you it’d take five minutes. Well, not even that!” Maggie deactivated the ‘Electrue’ and pulled the wires from the gel pads.
Scarlett was a wreck, gasping for air, her body trembling. Not even realized she had peed herself.
Maggie turned her back to the doctor, methodically packing up her interrogation equipment, preparing to leave the room.
“That’s it, Dr. Auburn. Or just Ms. Auburn now, since I doubt you’ll be keeping your medical license… Well, good luck. Your return to the U.S. won’t be what you imagined. You should try to contact this Elias Fisher, maybe he can shave a few years off your long, long sentence.”
“P-Please… M-Maggie… You n-need to… to…”
“Shhh. Focus on breathing. The ‘Electrue’ isn’t for the weaks.” Maggie leaned in, removing the blindfold from the redhead’s tear-streaked face.
“There was a time I admired you. As a teacher, as a woman. But you made your choices. You taught me how to handle criminal ladies. Now you’re one of them. It’s time for you… well… your feet to pay for your crimes!”
Scarlett’s tear-filled eyes pleaded for mercy, having no effect on Maggie.
“Oh, and if you don’t mind, I’ll keep your red summer wedges. I’m a size 9 too. We have the same foot, hehe. Bye-bye.”
And the heavy door slammed shut.
Shortly after leaving Scarlett to her fate, Margareth Kaminsky worked on the interrogation recording, deleting every mention of Judge Zara Beaumont’s name. When she was done, Maggie compiled a secret report and sent the edited audio file to her superiors.
Later that evening, Scarlett Auburn set foot on American soil. Her ankles were shackled, and she wore a state-issued orange flip-flops. The moment was registered by an anonymous photographer.
Days later, that very image headlined a breaking news story.
UNDERFOOT CONSPIRACY: THE SHOCKING TRUTH ABOUT THE DOCTOR WHO EXPLOITED A CARTEL WIFE’S SECRETS — AND ITS BURIED BILLIONS!
A black limousine rolled to a stop under the marquee of a famous hotel in Washington, D.C. The door opened, and a short woman clad in a modern black cheongsam stepped out. The intricate details of the garment shimmered faintly under the hotel lights. Her face, etched with the wisdom of old Chinese knowledge, was mysterious. Her rimless glass held forbidden stories no one dared to ask about.
“Welcome, Dr. Liz Wang. Follow me, please,” an event staff member said.
The doctor nodded and followed him inside.
The event hall was a sea of black suits, polished shoes, and sharp ties. The air buzzed with murmurs, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. FBI, CIA, DEA — every agency worth its salt was present, celebrating the conclusion of what became known as ‘Underfoot Conspiracy’.
Dr. Wang moved through the crowd like a shadow, her presence barely noticed. She grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and took a measured sip, while scanning the room. Agents mingled, their chests puffed with pride.
She found her reserved table and sat down with effortless grace.
The lights went out and the speeches began. A tall man in a navy suit took the stage, his voice booming through the room.
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we celebrate victory. Thanks to the tireless efforts of our agents! We have dismantled a dangerous network and recovered billions in cash!”
The hall erupted in applause. Dr. Wang clapped politely, her smile never wavering. But behind the rimless glasses, her eyes narrowed just a fraction.
After another impassioned and proundy speech, the reason for her presence became clear. A man of undeniable authority took the microphone, asked a momento for a special thanks.
“... but this victory doesn’t belong solely to our agents. It is shared with the brilliant minds who worked tirelessly to uncover what criminals fought so desperately to hide. Individuals like Dr. Liz Wang, whose expertise and dedication were instrumental in exposing the truth.”
The spotlight swung to Dr. Wang. The guests turned to her, their applause growing louder. She raised her glass and nodded graciously.
The man on the stage continued.
“Who would have thought that a correctional foot-tickle would play such a crucial role in combating crime? But the Ava Roi Podiatry Center, the keystone of this program, suffered significant setbacks during this operation. That’s why I’m pleased to announce that a part of the recovered funds from Solaria’s Cartel will be donated to the Dr. Liz Wang’s facility!”
Cheers erupted. Dr. Wang offered polite nods to those around her, accepting their congratulations with the grace of a seasoned player.
“And gentleman, a little birdie told me she’s planning to open a facility for male offenders! Can you imagine? Hehe! Now, continuing… I’d like to invite—”
Dr. Wang took her seat, unfazed, when a slender figure emerged from the shadows and joined her at the table.
“Congratulations Doctor! I hope this small token of appreciation helps mend our professional relationship. I’m really sorry for the disruption caused to your center during my operation.”
Dr. Wang maintained her composed smile. “Today’s friend is tomorrow’s foe. However, for now, our interests appear to be aligned, Judge Beaumont. Please, take a seat.”
“I appreciate that, Dr. Wang. This wasn’t easy for me either. But you know me… my ends always justify the means. In fact..."
The Judge leaned in, very close to the doctor’s ear. She licked her lips before whispering in a venomous tone.
“We can stop this. It’s over. And we won! Who among these self-congratulatory fools in cheap suits would suspect that the cartel’s money, now legally transferred to Ava Roi, is the price for your invaluable assistance in that my other project I’ve been planning for so long. Hehehe! Poor Scarlett, though... I really love that woman. We were very close friends. But, I must admit, her fate kinda excited me!”
Dr. Wang remained still, her voice as cold as ever. “History always reveals characters who unfortunately must pay the highest price for a greater good.”
“Your perspective is always fascinating, Doctor. That being said… I assume I can count on you for this next project of mine?”
“Yes, Judge Beaumont. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must leave. I’m returning to Ava Roi tonight. We’ll talk soon. Enjoy the event.“
“Have a good flight, Dr. Wang. And congratulations once more!” Zara called out, raising a glass of champagne in a final toast.
Outside the hotel, a black limousine pulled up to its entrance. An event staff member escorted Dr. Wang to the car, offering well wishes as she stepped inside.
The moment the door shut, Dr. Wang’s smile faded. She leaned back, exhaling slowly before pulling out her phone and dialing a particular number.
“Captain, alter the designated route. Arrange immediate flight home — my primary home. I anticipate an extended stay of an entire week. I require a brief period for preparation!”
A sharp male voice responded without hesitation. “Copy!”
Dr. Liz Wang ended the call and turned her gaze to the window. In the dark, inside the limousine, the hell in her eyes burned brighter.
Another conspiracy was about to begin.
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UNDERFOOT CONSPIRACY - PART III
by dtka66
It was past four in the morning when Isabella Solaria finally drifted off.
Dr. Scarlett Auburn had kept her word. No one had tickled the Mexican’s bare feet again. She spent the rest of her first day at Ava Roi Podiatry Center being bathed, fed, and monitored by ‘friendly’ PSEE students until bedtime.
It took her a while to fall asleep, though. The sting of defeat gnawing at her insides. The straitjacket and ankle shackles only made that feeling worse.
However, the cells of the Center were designed to contribute toward a stress-free environment, incorporating elements like ambient lighting and binaural beats that helped Isabella to sleep.
Suddenly, in the quiet of dawn, a hand clamped over her mouth. She jolted awake, thrashing on the bed.
“Mphmmmm!”
“Shhh! Easy, cariño! It’s me, Alexandra! No time to explain. Listen closely. I’m FBI! We’re getting you out!”
Isabella stopped trashing, she was scared and confused. Officer Alexandra continued.
“... Dr. Auburn is involved with a group trying to get your husband’s money. They transferred you here illegally… to break you. Has she made you talk? Nod if true.”
The officer kept her hand firmly over Isabella’s lips. The two women stared at each other for a few seconds in the dark cell. Then, timidly, Isabella nodded.
“That’s fine, cariño. We got the location already. An abandoned mine in Sierra Madre, near Cuitaca. Correct?”
Isabella froze. Her eyes widened in shock, but she ended up nodding again. Alexandra pulled her hand away, flashing a smile.
“You’ll be fine, cariño. But we need to act fast. Play along today, say nothing. By tonight, we’ll move. Dr. Auburn will be arrested. You’ll be safe in witness protection. Just hold on. It’s almost over.”
Officer Alexandra brushed back a lock of Isabella’s hair, winked, and disappeared through the cell door. Isabella lay stunned on the bed. A thousand things went through her head at that very moment. But as minutes passed, Officer Alexandra’s words began to settle. They sounded trustful! They sounded… exactly like what the inmate wanted to hear.
———
The morning sun streamed through the curtains of the luxurious suite reserved for Dr. Scarlett Auburn. The light woke her as it did every morning. She lay on her side, facing the window, dressed in a sexy black silk nightwear.
She sat on the edge of the bed, stretching her arms and legs.
“I need a new pedi,” she said, looking at her feet, while splaying the toes.
As she slipped out of bed and opened the curtains, revealing the sunny day outside, a sudden voice made Scarlett spun around, her heart skipped a beat.
“You looked so pretty sleeping. I almost woke you earlier but decided to wait...”
“O-Officer Alexandra! How dare you! What’re you doing in my room!?” Scarlett yelled, anger laced with shock.
The officer rose from her chair and signaled silence. She walked towards a desk, using pen and paper to scribble a note. Dr. Auburn came closer.
“This room might be bugged. Here’s what you need to know. I work for Judge Zara Beaumont. I visited our friend hours ago. She confirmed the version you told Ms. Beaumont. The money is in an abandoned mine near Cuitaca, Mexico.”
Officer Alexandra paused, staring at Scarlett as she awaited confirmation. The doctor gaped, not believing what she was reading. It took a while until she regained composure and nodded to the officer, who flipped the paper and resumed the note.
“A team is en route. The Judge wants this wrapped up today. Be in Cell Block 4-B, 9:50 PM. A hacker will disable security. We’ll have 10 minutes!”
Dr. Auburn nodded again, still surprised by the note. The officer leaned closer to her ear, whispering the last part of the instruction.
“It’s better you don’t know the rest, but for appearances, I’m gonna have to hurt you. Don’t worry — just a little.”
Officer Alexandra brushed the doctor’s cheek with her hand before stepping back.
“Done! Oh, and if more cockroaches creep into your suite, don’t hesitate to call me! Have a nice day, Dr. Auburn!” the officer winked and left.
Scarlett felt like a passenger in a plane that was spiraling out of control. The doctor then took a deep breath, her eyes closed as she chuckled to herself.
“So be it! Let’s end this tonight!”
———
Inside one of the practice rooms at the first underground level of Ava Roi, a Foot Stimuli Subject with Korean features gasped for breath, her big narrow reddened soles twitching in the restraints of a foot stimulation chair. She had just endured an intense foot arches stimulation session, her exhaustion written all over her face.
“P… P-Please… I… I c-can’t… can’t take it any… anymore…”
A cold blonde student was seated in front of the subject’s soles. She seemed rather pleased with her work, ignoring the pleas coming from the other side of the restraint chair.
“Dr. Auburn, the Acu-Poke on the medial longitudinal arches is complete! …Dr. Auburn? Hey, doctor?”
Scarlett wasn’t listening. Her mind was too preoccupied with the upcoming events.
“Dr. Auburn!?” the student called again, louder this time.
“Oh, yes! Sorry. Err… Repeat the procedure! The arch of the foot is the bridge for her rehabilitation. That subject isn’t going anywhere until we reprogram her criminal mind!”
“But, doctor… the sensitivity readings on her arches are—”
“Follow the protocol! I’ll check back in an hour to see your progress.”
“Understood, Dr. Auburn. Well, ‘bigfeet’. Looks like I’m not done with you yet,” the student teased, aiming two hand-held devices, similar to stun guns with numerous tiny pointed cones, right in front of the subject’s exposed arches.
“Oh no, no, no! N-Not again! NOT AGAIN!!!”
“Oh yes, yes, yes! Back to those arches we go! You’d better be ready!”
“D-Dr. A-Auburn, p-please! I-I can’t take it anymore.”
“Well, my dear, you don’t have a choice. Begin the Acu-Poke!”
“No, no, no, I-I c-can’tHAHAHHAHAAHH NOOOHAHA—”
The laughter died down when the door closed behind Dr. Auburn. In the hallway, she took her tablet, checking for updates on Isabella Solaria.
“Successive pedicure procedures. No incidents reported. Good! But, fuck! I can’t calm down,” Scarlett muttered, noticing her hand trembling as it gripped the tablet.
She had been spending her day dividing time between tutoring classes and monitoring Isabella’s progress. But as the hours ticked by, a bad feeling crept over her. To make things worse, she saw Officer Valor escorting a crying Foot Stimuli Subject, flanked by a different officer.
“Officer Valor? Where’s Officer Alexandra?”
“Hah! She’s gettin’ old. Caught the flu and took the day off.”
“So, she’s not here today?”
“Nope.”
“I see. Well, thank you, officer!”
“Doc,” Officer Valor nodded, proceeding with the escort.
Dr. Auburn stood in the hallway gritting her teeth with anger. She felt herself reduced to a mere supporting character in the plot. “Fuck! You owe me, Judge!”
A few feet away, Isabella Solaria was enduring another ticklish pedicure of the day. Two PSEE students have been hand-picked by Dr. Auburn to treat the inmate.
Despite the ticklish squirms, Isabella managed to endure the light foot stimulation. She was growing more confident, assured she would be released as the day went on, though her nerves were stretched thin.
Meanwhile, far from the radar of the two rivals, Officer Alexandra lurked in the shadows, biding her time. Just waiting for the right moment to strike.
———
It was 9:49 p.m. — Isabella sat on the edge of her cell bed, her bare feet curled inward as they drummed a nervous rhythm against the thin mattress. The yellow straitjacket restrained her physically, but her nerves were anything but contained.
She spent the entire day getting her barefoot pedicured and rubbed with different oils and gels. Despite the tickles, nothing compared to the horrors she faced in that PED class.
Isabella jumped when she heard noises coming from the corridor, followed by a loud ‘blam’ nearby. The cell door burst open and Officer Alexandra entered, carrying an unconscious female officer over her shoulder.
“Is she… dead?” Isabella asked, scared by the scene.
“That’s not what you should be worried about, let’s move!”
Alexandra tossed the knocked-out officer onto the cell bed before helping Isabella to stand. “Stay close and don’t make a sound!”
The fresh air of the cell block corridor brushed against Isabella’s bare feet, a fleeting promise of freedom. She trailed Officer Alexandra like a shadow, placing absolute trust in the towering officer.
Isabella was following so close that her head bumped into Alexandra’s back as the officer stopped. When the inmate looked at what was in front of them, she started to be filled with rage.
“Just in time! Oh! Hello there, Isabella.”
The sarcastic voice belonged to Dr. Scarlett Auburn, who stood waiting from them.
“Let’s move. The gap is getting tight!” Officer Alexandra said quietly but very commandingly.
Isabella locked eyes with Scarlett, her clenched jaw and fiery glare reflected her fury. Without a word, she stayed close to Alexandra, the doctor following behind.
They exited the cell block through a staff-only passage, sneaking down a narrow corridor until they reached a security door labeled Exit 3. Officer Alexandra stopped again, causing Isabella to bump into her back a second time.
“What’s going on? Vámonos, por Dios!”
The officer turned slowly, her facial expression dark enough to scare both Isabella and Scarlett.
“This is where we say goodbye, cariño.”
Before Isabella could react, Officer Alexandra shoved the inmate against the wall and stormed toward Scarlett, grabbing the doctor’s hair and slammed her head into Isabella’s chest — once, twice, three times!
The doctor collapsed to the floor, blood streaming from her broken nose, leaving red stains on Isabella’s straitjacket. The officer moved like a kunoichi, pushing Isabella over the injured doctor.
“Now you guys work this out! It’s all between you both! Hehe!”
Officer Alexandra swiped the security card she got from the officer left in Isabella’s cell, accessing the Exit 3 door. As it slid open, she threw the card toward the two women on the floor.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, cariño,” she teased, wiggling her fingers before the door sealed shut in front of her.
Isabella watched the scene completely astonished.
“C-Code Wang-Echo, Wang-Echo! Subject escape! 4-B Zone… argh… Exit 3! Hurry up!” Dr. Auburn rasped, clutching her bloodied face as she called the Center’s task force.
“No, no, no! Qué haces?! QUÉ HACES!!!” Isabella shrieked, realizing she had just been duped. With a guttural scream, she lashed out at the injured doctor, delivering barefoot kicks and stomps.
“PUTA! TE VOY A MATAR!!!”
Scarlett curled into a fetal position, shielding herself as best she could from the furious attack.
“FREEZE!!!” The task force arrived in seconds. Two tranquilizer darts were fired — ‘pew, pew ’— hitting Isabella’s thighs.
“GRRRR!!! VOY A MATAR A TODOAAHHH…”
Isabella’s body went limp, crumpling to the floor as the drug overtook her nervous system.
A task force officer crouched next to Scarlett. “Are you okay, doctor?”
“J-Just a broken nose. No idea how she escaped. I-I tried to stop her, but… argh, my face!”
“That’s okay, doctor. HEY!!! WE NEED MEDICAL SUPPORT HERE!!!”
“T-Take her to Level-5! She’s under maximum security now.”
“Understood, doctor!”
As the task force dragged Isabella down the corridor, the top of her bare feet squeaking against the floor. Dr. Auburn kept her bloodied hand over her face, partly to conceal a satisfied evil smile. Even through the pain, she felt a sense of accomplishment. Everything indicated the plan had gone exactly as intended.
———
At the same time as the events unfolded at Ava Roi Podiatry Center, more than a thousand miles south, Elias Fisher waited inside a black Mercedes GLS parked within an abandoned warehouse in an industrial district of Phoenix. He was in the back seat, sandwiched between two henchmen in black suits.
Elias had been informed that the plan succeeded. All he had to do was to follow the Judge’s instructions and collect his cut.
“Aww, Isabella… I’d kill to see what’s happening to your pretty feet right now,” Elias thought to himself. Despite having been a little nervous when the Judge’s men picked him up, the attorney knew he did a good job.
The groaning of rusted hinges was heard as the massive industrial door inched open, revealing the piercing headlights of another black Mercedes SUV. Elias shifted in his seat, trying to stay cool as the vehicle approached slowly.
A ceiling spotlight was turned on, illuminating the dusty space between the fronts of the two parked SUVs. The moment their engines went silent, a man in black suit exited the second vehicle, carrying a folded chair. He set it down precisely beneath the spotlight and turned back to assist a female figure to get out.
A tall and elegant silhouette appeared in black ensemble. She cutted through the shadows of the warehouse with an air of authority. The black suit clung to her like an extension of the darkness itself. The light caught the top of her sculpted bob hair and revealed the sharp angles of her ebony face with wicked red lips.
She sat and elegantly crossed her black-stockinged legs, motioned with a single hand gesture. One of the men flanking Elias got out of the SUV and silently signaled the attorney to do the same. Elias obeyed and walked towards where the woman was seated.
“Mr. Fisher! We finally meet in person.”
“Judge Beaumont, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“Pleasure, huh? You seem like a man of many pleasures…”
“Excuse me?”
“Dr. Auburn assured me you were the right man for this job…”
“Well, I’m glad to hear everything went according to plan.”
“Yes… despite your little lapse in judgment…” the Judge gave him a serious gaze.
“Err, I’m sorry, Judge Beaumont. I’m not following?” Elias gulped, looking at the men surrounding him in the shadows.
“You almost ruined it all, didn’t you?”
“Judge Beaumont, I did what was planned!”
The Judge pulled out her smartphone and played on a video, showing it to the attorney. The screen lit up with a grainy CCTV recording.
“Mrs. Solaria, trust me. It’s the right choice! A year will fly by. You’ll see how effective foot stimulation therapy is. I bet you’re not even... cosquilluda, eh? Hehe!”
“Wanna test it? Here, tickle my foot…”
“Mrs. Solaria, p-please. My intention wasn’t—”
“Shhhhh… on your knees, güero.”
“Tongue out and lick my foot, cowboy. Then I’ll sign your papers.”
Judge Beaumont stopped the recording. “I don’t need to show you the rest. You know very well what happened. That slip of yours nearly compromised my entire operation!”
Elias opened his mouth but no words came out. He stammered, no excuses could save him from that footage.
“It seems female feet are your weakness, Mr. Fisher. Am I right?” The Judge began to dangle her shoe in a very erotic way.
Elias cast a fleeting glance at her foot before swallowing hard. “Well, I can’t lie to a federal judge, can I? Yes, I have a thing for female feet!”
The Judge chuckled. “Hehehe! That’s okay, footboy. I’ll tell you a little secret… I like feet too. Who doesn’t, right? So, tell me… your thoughts about My Foot?”
The Judge kept dangling her shoe towards the attorney. Elias was embarrassed, but he started playing with the Judge’s game.
“Come closer,” she coaxed, signaling his approach with her index finger. “You’re the foot expert here.”
Slowly, Elias obeyed, eyes drawn to the raised foot like a moth to flame. Kneeling before her, he noticed a gold snake embossed on the heel breast of her shoe.
With deliberate care, he slipped off the high heel, unveiling a perfectly sculpted size 11 foot encased in sheer black nylon. The scent that met his nostrils was marvelous — a blend of expensive foot lotion and luxurious new-car aroma.
“I’ve been in these shoes all day… my foot isn’t smelly, is it?”
Elias inhaled deeply. “Oh no, Judge Beaumont. It smells divine.”
He pressed his thumb into her high-arched sole, feeling the warmth radiating through the sheer fabric. Elias’s finger traced a delicate line where her toes pressed against the nylon, his mind telling him he’s in a dangerous territory.
“Mmm. I was in need of a good foot massage. I value initiative, Mr. Fisher.” Zara Beaumont said, moaning with pleasure.
She leaned forward slightly, her voice more deep. “But you see, you almost cost me my prize. That means you need to be punished, Mr. Fisher!”
Elias stiffened when he heard the word “punished”. The Judge kept watching him, her expression almost ghastly.
“J-Judge Beaumont… I-I’m sorry, but…”
“On your knees, footboy! You serve my feet from now on! I need a new trained dog. If you do well, you’ll be my right-hand man. I need loyal people in my organization.”
The attorney was in a tight spot. For a brief moment, a twisted part of him envisioned what that life might be like — serving at the feet of a powerful federal judge. But deep within, something stronger resisted.
“I-I’ll give you this… fuck! You really moved me! But… with all due respect… I’m no one’s slave! If you wanna punish me, dock it from my cut. Or let your men rough me up. I don’t give a damn!” Elias said bravely.
Zara’s lips curved into a knowing smile after listened Elieas’s reluctance. She remained silent for a few seconds, watching carefully as the attorney placed the expensive high heel back on her foot.
“So, is that a no, Mr. Fisher?” Zara asked coldly.
“Y-Yes. Judge Beaumont. I’m a one-man show!”
“I see. In fact, you’re a sadist. A top! Just like me. I respect that. And this cancels your punishment and concludes our meeting,” the Judge snapped her fingers and one of her henchmen threw a heavy backpack at the attorney’s feet.
“Here is part of your cut. The rest is in the back of the vehicle that brought you here. I hope you know how to use that kind of funds.”
Elias took the backpack, quickly checking out its interior. The cash was there.
“Well, ahem, I hope this doesn’t affect any future partnership?”
“Not at all. I’m sure we’ll be in touch very soon.”
Elias straightened his tie, nodded to the Judge, and turned toward the SUV. Zara remained seated, dangling her shoe with an unreadable gaze.
Once inside the black Mercedes, Elias breathed a sigh of relief as the vehicle began to move, carrying him away from the warehouse. He closed his eyes, hugging the backpack filled with money.
‘POW’ — a hard elbow hit Elias’s face.
Before he could react, the Judge’s men in black used their strong hands to tackle the attorney, as a plastic bag was pulled over his head, cutting off his breath.
“ARGH! WHATYARAGHHMPHHH MPHHHH!!!”
Elias’ struggles weakened as he began to faith. The men in front seats continued the ride in silence, acting as if nothing had happened, with a blackout attorney behind them.
In the warehouse, one of the henchmen approached Zara. “What should we do with him, Mrs. Beaumont?”
She barely looked up. “Hmm. He looks like a fun toy. Throw him in the dungeon at the house in Nevada. If he bores me… let’s bury him alive in the desert.”
“As you wish, madam.”
Zara stood, her entourage forming around her. “Alright, boys! Let’s get out of here!”
She strode toward her waiting German SUV, exuding power with every step.
“Take me home,” she ordered the driver, while sinking comfy into the leather back seat. As the vehicle moved along the night streets of Phoenix, Judge Beaumont smirked to herself. “One more to go!”
———
Isabella Solaria was in the bedroom of a luxurious mansion. The lift-slide doors were open, letting in a soft breeze brushed against her face. Somewhere in the distance, a lawnmower hummed. She was barefoot, clad only in a silk nightgown. Beyond the doors, on a large balcony, stood her husband — Tato Solaria. He looked deeply at the landscape. She tried to call him, but her voice didn’t come out. Something was sealing her lips and poking the top of her head. She tried to move, but her ankles didn’t move. Her feet seemed stuck. Again, she tried to call her husband. Nothing. Then, without warning, Tato jumped off the balcony!
Isabella jolted awake, her heart racing. It was a bad dream. As she slowly became aware of her surroundings, her eyes darted around. She was in a confined booth, the only exit a narrow opening at her front. From somewhere in the distance, screams and laughter echoed, reaching her right ear. Her breath caught. The truth hit her hard — she was still imprisoned in the Ava Roi Podiatry Center.
The inmate was strapped in a new type of foot stimulation chair. Her feet locked in individual stocks, making her legs apart. Clamps were holding each toes separately, leaving the sensitive spaces between them fully exposed.
Heavy-duty nylon straps wrapped firmly around her entire body, which was clung in a new reddish jumpsuit with built-in straitjacket. She didn’t try to struggle against the restraints, as she knew it would be pointless.
“Well, well, well… Look who’s finally awake! And just in time,” a female voice came from behind Isabella. “Dr. Wang!? The subject is conscious!”
Slow high heels ‘click-clacks’ began to be heard from outside the booth, followed by an old female voice. “Excellent!”
“The electrodes have been applied, and the EEG is running. The Carousel is almost at its next turn,” the woman informed Dr. Wang, stepping forward. She smiled and rubbed the Mexican head.
“You look so ready for this. Good luck, Mrs. Solaria…”
And that was when Isabella realized it — her long raven hair was gone! She could feel the electrodes on her freshly shaved head. The horrifying realization drained the tan color of her skin, turning it a ghostly pale face.
“Isabella Solaria,” Dr. Liz Wang appeared at the edge of the booth’s opening, arms elegantly crossed. Her dark eyes locked onto Isabella’s restrained form, like an executioner ready to read a death sentence.
“Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Liz Wang, chief medical officer of this facility. Your recent actions have disturbed the harmony of my Center. The loss of an officer, the disappearance of another, and the injury of medical personnel… Your transgression is unacceptable! You exploited a security breach, yet your defiance has led you only to failure.”
“NOMOPH!!! MPHHH!!! MMPHHMM!!!” Isabella tried desperately to tell the truth. But the gag, the same black leather muzzle from the PED class, kept her mouth tightly shut. Memories from the night and the feelings caused by Dr. Auburn’s facehood and Officer Alexandra’s betrayal, stabbed deep into her chest. Heavy tears started welled in her eyes.
“Tears of remorse? You must face the consequences of your actions, Mrs. Solaria! For this reason, I will personally oversee your rehabilitation from now on. Welcome to The Carousel!”
Isabella’s muffled protests stopped. Tears flowed like a waterfall over her gagged face. Unwavering, Dr. Wang continued her explanation.
“You are now part of the most advanced podal stimulation program in this country. Every hour, this structure will rotate, subjecting your feet to a meticulously designed sequence of rehabilitation procedures. A full twenty-four-hour regimen. And it will continue as long as necessary.”
Isabella’s body went limp. Her blood ran cold. She felt as if Dr. Wang was sucking her very soul from each word.
“Mrs. Solaria, fallen women like you, in the struggle for survival, tend to cling to false truths, leading to mistakes. These mistakes disrupt the Equilibrium Five — the guiding pillars of a virtuous existence. Integrity, Propriety, Sagacity, Fidelity, Frugality. Those who transgress these principles inevitably invite consequences… You are about to begin the Oath of the Barefoot Being! A journey of reckoning! Through foot stimulation discipline and purification, the impurity of your soul will be released, one bare step at a time.”
When Dr. Wang finished her last phrase, a melodic tune made by electronic bells rang out, signalling that the Carrousel is about to rotate. The melody was followed by a synthetic voice.
“Please, clear the platform… Platform is moving… Caution! Pinch points!”
And the massive structure groaned to life.
Dr. Wang stepped back, watching Isabella helplessly be swallowed as the Carousel moved clockwise.
“Consider the gravity of your situation, Mrs. Solaria. Reflect on the mistakes that have led you to this path, and the punishment that awaits your feet.”
———
‘Thud... Thud… Thud... Thud… Thud... Thud…’
Isabella Solaria was practically dead inside after the words of Dr. Wang. She didn’t even notice when the edge of the wall separating the stages of The Carousel passed close to her immobilized soles. Nor did she hear the desperate screams and manic laughter echoing through the open booths as the platform rotated.
‘Thud... Thud… Thud... Thud… Thud... Thud… Clumph!’
The deep mechanical noise indicated the completion of the rotation and its locking, aligning Isabella’s booth perfectly with the station’s room. Her bare soles were the first part of her body facing the new place.
A robotic voice announced her arrival.
“New client: Isabella Solaria… Crime: drug trafficking, money laundering, breakout attempt, battery… Sentence Update: Temporarily Life Imprisonment…”
Two female PSEEs, both fully trained in punitive podiatric care, had their backs to the Mexican, methodically arranging their tools. They wore white lab coats, nitrile gloves, protective eyewear, and medical masks.
When they turned and sat at Isabella’s feet, one of them did the honors.
“Isabella Solaria. Welcome to The Carousel. My name is Miley. At this station, we’re going to sanitize your feet.”
“We’ll get them so clean I could eat my lunch on your soles,” added the other PSEE with a chuckle.
Isabella gave no reaction. Her gaze was vacant, staring into nothingness.
“Wow. She’s a mess! Poor girl!”
“Don’t forget she killed an officer up there. Nearly took out Dr. Auburn too.”
“Dangerous and stupid! First time I’ve seen a client turn a one-year sentence into life in just two days.”
“Yea… but let’s tread carefully. Hey! Isabella? If you’re hearing me, we’ll start with your toes. Actually between them, since there’s no record of you receiving any proper interdigital care. We’ll be using a solution that causes itching and burning sensation. But nothing you can’t handle.”
Isabella remained unresponsive, her lifeless stare fixed straight ahead.
“Hm. Catatonic…” Miley’s colleague said. “Should we call the Psychology and Neurology Division?”
“Let’s see about that…” Miley started a rhythmic back-and-forth movement with a tube brush. Its bristles coated in antibacterial solution, snaking between Isabella’s immobile toes.
The other PSEE followed suit, working on the other foot.
Isabella’s eyes clamped shut. A muffled noise rumbled through the muzzle gag. Her head shook, a weak denial at first, then more forceful as the solution took effect.
“There we go! I knew she was faking it!” Miley grinned.
Her colleague took the opportunity to taunt the inmate, maintaining the relentless scrubbing.
“The first hour has begun, Isabella! The first of many. There are so many stations waiting for those meaty feet of yours! Uh, you’re gonna love it! Hahaha!”
“Hey!” Miley pointed to the vitals monitor. “Everything’s spiking! And keep monitoring the EEG! We can’t risk a full mental breakdown. Not now!”
“Yea, you’re right.” The teasing PSEE softened her tone. “Let’s take it easy here. Isabella, just nod if the itching is too much… Isabella? Hey, Isabella!”
“Answer the PSEE, Cariño!”
“It’s so rude to treat our staff like that, my dear…”
The unmistakable voices sent an icy shudder down Isabella’s spine. Instinctively, she opened her eyes. Standing just behind the two PSEEs, arms folded, smirking — Officer Alexandra and Dr. Scarlett Auburn.
“What? Surprised to see us?” Officer Alexandra tilted her head. “Did you really think we wouldn’t be joining you on this new foot-tickling journey? Remember when I told you that I’d be rooting for you? Well, here I am, Cariño.”
“Being foot-tickled for the rest of your life… Such a nightmare.” Dr. Auburn let out a cruel laugh. “Crime doesn’t pay, my dear! But don’t worry, Officer Alexandra and I will just get cozy and watch you. Until the last days of your life!”
Then, as if to punctuate the humiliation, Dr. Auburn turned to Officer Alexandra and pulled her into a wet French kiss. The two women laughed, reveling in the Mexican’s torment, as the brushes continued their harsh torment between her toes.
Isabella began thrashed violently against the restraints, her head jerking wildly in the padded headrest. The laughter that erupted from her gagged mouth was hysterical, uncontrolled, agonized. The Mexican’s mind was shattered into fragments.
“The EEG shows abnormal activity. The ventral occipito-temporal cortex is in overdrive,” Miley murmured, watching the readings.
“Is she… hallucinating?” her colleague asked.
“Hey! Isabella! Are you with us? Hm, okay, let’s abort the procedure! Called—”
“Continue the procedure!”
Dr. Liz Wang ordered, standing like a ghost behind the PSEEs.
“U-Understood, Dr. Wang!” the two women responded in unison.
“This reaction was expected. A disruption of equilibrium betrays a deficiency of Integrity, The First Pillar. This subject must accept the principle of guilt, otherwise she is denying her inner self. Her subconscious manifests what her barefoot now endures. Archetypes of tickling torment!” Dr. Wang asserted firmly.
The two PSEEs gulped, their hands trembling slightly holding the shafts of the tube brushes, but never stopping their work between Isabella’s toes.
Dr. Wang remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the Mexican’s rolling wide eyes, lost in frenzied hysterical laughter.
Isabella Solaria had reached a dead end from which there was no turning back, condemned to be a Foot Stimuli Subject for the rest of her miserable life.
———
An entire month had passed.
In an overwater bungalow of a secluded six-star Mexican resort, Dr. Scarlett Auburn relaxed on a deck chair, watching the ocean under a beautiful dusk sky. Her oversized sunglasses, straw beach hat, and light blue robe covered her still-bruised body from the kicks of Isabella Solaria.
“Enjoying the champán, Madam? May I offer you another pour?” asked a toned waiter, who stood before her, bottle in hand.
“Ah, yes, I would very much enjoy that.”
As the waiter filled her glass, a voice captioned the moment.
“I should take a picture of you… to immortalize this scene!”
Scarlett glanced toward the voice but chose to focus on the waiter instead.
“Thank you, Carlos. I’d like to be alone now. My guest has arrived.”
The waiter, with effortless charm, nodded and left.
“Carlos, huh? You don’t waste time, Dr. Auburn”
“How was your flight, Judge Beaumont?
“Bumpy. Could barely work on my cases. But tell me… do you like the place?”
“A Mexican resort... very fitting after our work!”
“Heh. Of course. Now, let me join you, and… let’s do our thing!”
The Judge settled in front of Dr. Auburn. And in perfect sync, they each placed their right foot on the other’s lap. Zara’s high-arched size-eleven foot secured by Scarlett’s hands; Scarlett’s impeccably shaped size-nine foot rested in Zara’s grasp. It was a dreamy image for any foot fetishist.
“Mmm... oh my, I’m going to do crazy things to this soft sole tonight,” the Judge sounded provocative, massaging Scarlett’s foot.
“And I’m going to give you the worst tickle torture ever!” Scarlett shot back.
“Wow! And why do I deserve this, my evil doctor?”
“Why? Look at me.” Scarlett tilted her bruised face toward Zara, pulling her robe slightly to reveal purple dots around her pale body.
“Okay, okay, I plead guilty! I deserve punishment, doc! Oh yeah!” Zara wiggled her toes teasingly. “You know... it’s always exciting having a renowned doctor from Ava Roi holding my foot.”
“You like this, don’t you? Playing prisoner... One of the most powerful women I know, begging to be a submissive little *****, craving to have her soles punished!”
“You know I do! And only with you I feel this,” the Judge bit her lips.
“Then get ready, ‘prisoner.’ I brought special restraints in my luggage.”
“The leather body bag?” Zara moaned, curling the toes of both feet.
“The leather... body... bag... restraint.” Scarlett enunciated each word slowly.
Both women locked eyes, the sexual tension between them thickening.
“Mmm, I can’t wait… Oh! I brought you a gift!” Zara said, reaching into her purse. “Take it as an apology for hurting you during our operation.”
“Hm? What’s this?”
“The Mexican’s toe ring! Found it in Elias’s belongings. It’s yours now. May I?” Zara hand poised over Scarlett’s pinky toe.
The doctor nodded. “Hehehe… This is... demented!”
“I know. But of course you’d like it,” the Judge slid the ring on. “Oops! Too wide. Let’s try the index toe... Ah, there. It fits. Seems our poor Mexican girl had meaty toes.” She smirked. “Tell me... were those toes ticklish?”
“The foot scan said yes. But I never got the chance to test them myself. Her soles were excellent to work with, though.”
“Perfect Latina feet! In different circumstances, you’d be working on them right now.”
“No doubt! That inmate would be my personal subject!”
“Any update on her current... situation?” Judge Beaumont feigned innocence.
Scarlett narrowed her eyes. “Why are you asking me that? You already know she’s in Liz Wang’s hell.”
“Oof! Look at my arm, goosebumps!”
“Judge Beaumont... You’re faker than the marriage-in-crisis couples in this resort.”
“Ouch! Alright, alright! I admit it! I knew about her bad situation there. And, well... her predicament turns me on!”
“You’re a bitch, haha! So... who’s that Officer Alexandra anyway?”
“She’s really capable, isn’t she? She’s earned a vacation, so I gave her one. She’s up in Canada right now. Almost ready for her next job.”
“She played me perfectly. Hate her! And… Elias? Where is he?”
“Living in one of my dungeons,” the Judge said nonchalantly. “Waiting, wagging his little tail while I decide a crucial matter… for his role in my extravagant life!”
Dr. Auburn smirked. “Wait, wait... let me picture Elias as a slave for a sec. Okay, go on. I’m listening.”
“I’m... thinking... to castrating him!” Zara said, squeezed Scarlett’s foot arch.
“Hahaha! Aww, poor thing! Well, he deserves it.”
“Oh, he does. And I must admit... he can handle a lot. A lot of pain!”
Both women burst into laughter, their hushed conversation giving way to shared amusement that carried across the sun deck.
“So, my sexy Doc, how about we go shower and get ready for dinner? I’m starving after that flight. Then we can plan my punishment — even if it’s the last time.”
Scarlett raised a brow. “Last time? What’re you talking about?”
“I like drama. Maybe I’m starting to regret letting you tickle my feet.”
“Too late! All the pain I felt will be converted into serious foot tickling tonight. Prepare yourself!”
Zara Beaumont grinned mischievously. “Do your worst!”
The two women got up and exchanged a pecked kiss, walking barefoot toward the resort’s main building, arms wrapped around each other, giggling to themselves.
———
After an entire weekend indulging in kinky pleasures with Judge Zara Beaumont, Scarlett found herself lost in thoughts at a bar in Mexico City International Airport. Her crisp white shirt, rolled-up jeans, and red summer wedges gave her a sultry appearance, drawing more attention than she realized.
She had stepped off the Judge’s private jet an hour ago. The doctor needed to return to Ava Roi Center, while Zara flew directly to Europe.
“... diríjase a la puerta 61 de embarque. Gracias. This is the call for passengers of Delta Flight 8171 traveling to Seattle. Please proceed to gate 61. Thank you.”
Scarlett paid her bill and stood up with elegant ease, heading toward her boarding gate. As she walked, a male voice called out to her.
“Ms. Auburn? Scarlett Auburn?”
“Yes?” she answered absently, still lost in her own thoughts.
“Ms. Auburn, I’m Agent Escareno of the AIC. I work in conjunction with the FBI. May I have a word with you?”
Surprised, Scarlett finally focused on the man addressing her. He was a Mexican agent in his forties, with a neatly trimmed goatee and a navy suit. Beside him stood another agent, taller and stronger.
“Is there any problem?” she asked.
“Unfortunately, yes. Is this your suitcase, Ms. Auburn?” Agent Escareno held up a picture of her baggage.
“Yes, that’s mine. What’s wrong?”
“We detected an irregularity. You’ll need to open the suitcase yourself. I apologize for the inconvenience, but this is part of our security protocol.”
Scarlett exhaled angrily. Memories of past encounters flooded back — times when she had been forced to reveal the intimate bondage gear she traveled with. This had happened before, and she is pissed for another public embarrassment.
“Look, is this really necessary? I’ll miss my flight.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll hold the plane for you. This is standard procedure for everyone’s safety.”
“Ugh, fine! Lead the way.”
“You’ll be in the United States today, we promise. Please follow me, Ms. Auburn.”
Agent Escareno led her through restricted airport corridors. They took an elevator down several floors, and when the doors opened, two men in black suits were waiting.
“Thank you, Agent Escareno. We’ll take her from here.”
“FBI? Hey, what the hell is going on?” Scarlett asked, tension rising in her voice.
“Right this way, Ms. Auburn,” one of the agents ordered, moving his hand toward her arm.
“No, I’m not going anywhere! What the fuck is happening? Tell me now!” she yelled, realizing she was deep in the airport’s underground levels, far from the passenger terminals.
“Ms. Auburn, we need to ask you some questions. There’s an issue with your belongings. Cooperate, and you’ll be on your way soon.”
Scarlett clenched her teeth, inhaled deeply, and grudgingly decided to follow the two FBI agents. Finally, they stopped before a heavy security door. One agent unlocked it, while the other guided her inside.
The first thing Scarlett saw was her luggage on a metal table, marked with ‘EVIDENCE’ signs. She instinctively reached for her key to unlock the padlocks, but before she could, the men grabbed her arms and dragged her further into the room.
“Hey! M-My arm! Stop! You don’t have the right—”
Her words died in her throat as she turned toward the table. Facing it was a steel bondage chair, padded in black, fitted with thick leather straps — and a massive set of Stocks at its end.
“W-Wait! No, no, no! I want my lawyer! This violates my rights! S-Stop!!! You fucks! Argh!!! N-Nooo!!!”
Scarlett struggled, but she was no match for the agents. After they searched her, one of the FBI men strapped her arms and torso down to the chair. He joined the other agent to secure her ankles in the padded middle hole of the Stocks, locking its boards with strong hinges. Lastly, they blindfolded the doctor and without saying a word, the men left the room.
Scarlett was in shock. The sound of her heavy and anxious breathing was the only sound in the very underground room.
Moments later, the door opened again. The room was pierced by clacks of black stilettos as a slender figure stepped inside. Her tailored suit hung perfectly on her narrow shoulders. Her caramel hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and green eyes fixed on the bound doctor with quiet amusement.
“Who would have thought? I myself couldn’t believe it when I read the name. This is almost nostalgic for me. Back at Ava Roi when I was a PSEE student, I used to dream this moment. Do you still remember my voice, Dr. Auburn? You used to call me Maggie…”
Her voice sounded very familiar to the blindfolded redhead.
“You? Fuck me!” Scarlett inhaled sharply. “Margareth Kaminsky. One of my best students… Are you really doing this? You do know I’ll come for you one day, right? C’mon! Fucking untie me! Now!”
Maggie stepped forward and lifted the blindfold just enough for Scarlett to see her face.
“I’m glad you remember me. It’s funny, really. In all my years with the FBI’s interrogation division, I’ve never had the chance to question someone who knows exactly what’s coming. Someone who actually taught me everything about foot tickling interrogation.”
Scarlett swallowed hard. She knew she was in big trouble. Still, she had to play this game using her own cards.
“Ahh Maggie... you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Whoever’s behind this? They’ll pay for doing this to me! And you’ll be on that list too!”
The interrogator remained unfazed. “I’ll be very pragmatic here, Dr. Auburn. I promise my nails won’t touch your soles when you go barefoot soon. But first… let’s start with you explaining this to me…
Maggie used the doctor’s key to unlock a padlock and unzipped a specific suitcase. Scarlett’s eyes widened in disbelief as stacks of cash spilled out.
“How could you possibly think you’d enter the U.S. with luggage stuffed like this? And tell me whose private plane dropped you in the international zone that made you bypass the security checkpoints?”
Scarlett’s opened mouth went dry, as she was completely taken by surprise. Panic struck her inside.
“I... I don’t know... Someone must’ve planted it. I swear. The plane belongs to a friend of mine. T-This is… impossible!”
Maggie blindfolded the doctor. “You don’t need to see this anymore. So, you have no idea how the cash ended up in your suitcase? Locked with your padlock?”
“There’s someone behind this! Maggie, you have to believe me!”
“You once told me — nothing speaks louder than a ticklish foot…”
“Margareth! You’re gonna regret it! I swear! Someone’s setting me up!”
“Let’s test your honesty then…”
Scarlett’s body tensed as Maggie began unstrapping her red wedges. The interrogator’s fingers barely touched the tops of her lightly tanned feet.
“Summer wedges… They really fit the Mexican vibe. Shame to take them off! They really suit you!”
Maggie placed the discarded shoes in an evidence tray, together with the key of Scarlett’s baggage and other items, including her passport.
The redhead doctor instinctively curled her toes as her bare feet were exposed. Maggie noticed when the doctor rubbed her pale soles together, trembling in anticipation.
“Cricket feet? You? What are you hiding, Dr. Auburn?”
“FUCK YOU!!! You’re in deep shit if you dare torture me!”
Maggie’s eyes gleamed as she noticed something.
“Oh! A toe ring! Never saw you wearing one at Ava Roi. Well, you always wore closed-toe shoes. Anyway, it’s beautiful, but… I need to take it off to avoid your feet getting hurt.”
Scarlett froze when she heard about the toe ring. She had completely forgotten it. Worst, by the silence, she could infer that Maggie was analyzing the ring.
“Curious… How does a toe ring carved… ‘Isa & Tato por siempre’, ended up in your index toe? It seems your feet hold many secrets, Dr. Auburn…”
It was at that moment Scarlett realized the possibility Judge Beaumont had betrayed her.
Maggie placed the toe ring in the evidence tray. Then, she retrieved a silver case, setting it on the table. She flipped it open, revealing a laptop over a compact electrical device.
“Alright, Dr. Auburn. Tell me the truth, and this ends now.”
“You know what? FUCK YOU!!! This world is really full of lies! You’ll see it when we switch places!” Scarlett said revengefully, spitting towards a blind spot.
Maggie began lacing Scarlett’s big toes with a nylon rope. It wasn’t easy, Scarlett resisted, but the interrogator was trained for this. She secured the toes together and fastened them to the Stocks’ rods with practiced efficiency.
For a moment, Maggie admired Dr. Auburn’s stretched-out soles. Memories of her residency at the Ava Roi Center surfaced, back when her PSEE student friends had placed bets on who would dare torment Scarlett’s feet. It seemed she was about to win that bet.
“I promised my nails won’t touch your soles. So…”
She began to place conductive gel pads on Scarlett’s foot soles. Six in total, three on each sole — heels, arches, and balls.
“You’re going with electricity, eh? What, too scared to get your fingers in this shit? COWARD!!!” Scarlett said loudly, feeling the cold pads sticking on her soft soles.
Maggie ignored the taunt. “Don’t worry, this won’t take long. In five minutes, I’ll get what I need.”
She attached the wires from the device to each electrode pad, then checked the laptop. Everything was running perfectly. She turned on an audio recorder and addressed Scarlett.
“I call this device ‘Electrue.’ Old, but very effective. You know how electrical stimulation works, don’t you? So! Dr. Auburn, let’s start simple. Where does the money come from?”
“I told you. I don’t fucking know how it got there!”
The moment she spoke, Scarlett felt a ticklish sensation spread across her soles as Maggie activated the first intensity level of the Electrue device. She bit her lips, her toes twitching involuntarily.
“Dr. Auburn… The billions in cash you tried to smuggle contain marked bills that match the missing money from the Solaria Cartel. And… the exact amount that mysteriously disappeared from the DEA deposit days ago…”
“I-I swear… arghh! I d-don’t k-know anything about it!!!”
“So that’s your story? Someone just planted it in your luggage? Okay. Why you? Have you been involved in any money-related cases recently?”
“Y-Yes… I was the doctor in charge hehh… of I-Isabella Solaria!”
“Interesting. The wife of Tato Solaria. I assume she gave you that toe ring? Or was it a gift? I wonder who else could’ve given it to you…”
Maggie turned the intensity to level two. Scarlett tensed, struggling to resist. Her face flushed red. Maggie increased it to level three. The electrical stimulation finally forced the doctor to talk!
“Pfffttt arghahaha!!! Y-You fucking b-bitch! Okaaay! E-Elias Fisher gave it to me! Isabella’s attorney!”
Maggie turned the intensity back to level two. “That’s cooperation! I appreciate the honesty. What’s your true relationship with him? And where is he now?”
“I-I don’t know about him… We met during Isabella’s transfer to Ava ROOOIAHH!!!”
Maggie turned the level up to three. Then four. “Tell me about Elias Fisher!”
“AHHH FUCK!!! S-STOOP IT!!! ARGHH! W-WE HAD AN AFFAAAIR, BUT WE BROKE UP!!!”
“There we go! Let me get this straight. He was already Isabella’s attorney when you were together. And it’s just a coincidence that you—”
“I-I SUGGESTED SENDING HER TO AVA ROOOI!!! OKAAAY? AAHAHAHA!!!”
“I see. And why, Dr. Auburn? What was your real interest?”
“AAHH FUCK!!! O-OKAAY!!! I-I’LL TELL YOU THE TRUTH!!! JUST STOOOP IT!!!”
Maggie reduced the intensity level back to one, watching Scarlett almost passing out. Tears soaked her blindfold.
“Well, Dr. Auburn. I’m listening…” Maggie said, starting to tap her perfectly manicured red nails on the top of the Stocks’ frame.
Scarlett, panting from the relentless electric tickling, realized she had no choice but to expose everything.
“J-Judge Zara Beaumont… S-She orchestrated the whole thing… She wanted Isabella as my patient because she knew I could break her. That’s why I approached Elias… to get Isabella, and her husband’s money! The Judge… she’s the one who gave me this fucking toe ring.” Scarlett’s voice turned desperate. “Maggie, you have to help me. You know what these people are capable of!”
The interrogator double checked the audio recording before asking the crucial question. “Do you confirm that you were part of this conspiracy?”
Scarlett hesitated, feeling the electricity hitting her soles when Maggie turned the intensity level to two due her silence. The doctor sobbed, her head hanging low.
“I… I… ARGHAHAH Y-YEEEHEHESSS!!!”
“One last question. The cut you’d earn from the cartel’s money… Was it the amount in your suitcase?”
“NO!!! I-I… I… AAAHHH HAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Maggie raised the intensity to three… four… five… six…
“AAAHHHAHAHAH STOOPAHAH OKAAHARGHAHA Y-YES, YEES, YEEEES!!!”
“Very good! We’re done. I told you it’d take five minutes. Well, not even that!” Maggie deactivated the ‘Electrue’ and pulled the wires from the gel pads.
Scarlett was a wreck, gasping for air, her body trembling. Not even realized she had peed herself.
Maggie turned her back to the doctor, methodically packing up her interrogation equipment, preparing to leave the room.
“That’s it, Dr. Auburn. Or just Ms. Auburn now, since I doubt you’ll be keeping your medical license… Well, good luck. Your return to the U.S. won’t be what you imagined. You should try to contact this Elias Fisher, maybe he can shave a few years off your long, long sentence.”
“P-Please… M-Maggie… You n-need to… to…”
“Shhh. Focus on breathing. The ‘Electrue’ isn’t for the weaks.” Maggie leaned in, removing the blindfold from the redhead’s tear-streaked face.
“There was a time I admired you. As a teacher, as a woman. But you made your choices. You taught me how to handle criminal ladies. Now you’re one of them. It’s time for you… well… your feet to pay for your crimes!”
Scarlett’s tear-filled eyes pleaded for mercy, having no effect on Maggie.
“Oh, and if you don’t mind, I’ll keep your red summer wedges. I’m a size 9 too. We have the same foot, hehe. Bye-bye.”
And the heavy door slammed shut.
Shortly after leaving Scarlett to her fate, Margareth Kaminsky worked on the interrogation recording, deleting every mention of Judge Zara Beaumont’s name. When she was done, Maggie compiled a secret report and sent the edited audio file to her superiors.
Later that evening, Scarlett Auburn set foot on American soil. Her ankles were shackled, and she wore a state-issued orange flip-flops. The moment was registered by an anonymous photographer.
Days later, that very image headlined a breaking news story.
UNDERFOOT CONSPIRACY: THE SHOCKING TRUTH ABOUT THE DOCTOR WHO EXPLOITED A CARTEL WIFE’S SECRETS — AND ITS BURIED BILLIONS!
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A black limousine rolled to a stop under the marquee of a famous hotel in Washington, D.C. The door opened, and a short woman clad in a modern black cheongsam stepped out. The intricate details of the garment shimmered faintly under the hotel lights. Her face, etched with the wisdom of old Chinese knowledge, was mysterious. Her rimless glass held forbidden stories no one dared to ask about.
“Welcome, Dr. Liz Wang. Follow me, please,” an event staff member said.
The doctor nodded and followed him inside.
The event hall was a sea of black suits, polished shoes, and sharp ties. The air buzzed with murmurs, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. FBI, CIA, DEA — every agency worth its salt was present, celebrating the conclusion of what became known as ‘Underfoot Conspiracy’.
Dr. Wang moved through the crowd like a shadow, her presence barely noticed. She grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and took a measured sip, while scanning the room. Agents mingled, their chests puffed with pride.
She found her reserved table and sat down with effortless grace.
The lights went out and the speeches began. A tall man in a navy suit took the stage, his voice booming through the room.
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we celebrate victory. Thanks to the tireless efforts of our agents! We have dismantled a dangerous network and recovered billions in cash!”
The hall erupted in applause. Dr. Wang clapped politely, her smile never wavering. But behind the rimless glasses, her eyes narrowed just a fraction.
After another impassioned and proundy speech, the reason for her presence became clear. A man of undeniable authority took the microphone, asked a momento for a special thanks.
“... but this victory doesn’t belong solely to our agents. It is shared with the brilliant minds who worked tirelessly to uncover what criminals fought so desperately to hide. Individuals like Dr. Liz Wang, whose expertise and dedication were instrumental in exposing the truth.”
The spotlight swung to Dr. Wang. The guests turned to her, their applause growing louder. She raised her glass and nodded graciously.
The man on the stage continued.
“Who would have thought that a correctional foot-tickle would play such a crucial role in combating crime? But the Ava Roi Podiatry Center, the keystone of this program, suffered significant setbacks during this operation. That’s why I’m pleased to announce that a part of the recovered funds from Solaria’s Cartel will be donated to the Dr. Liz Wang’s facility!”
Cheers erupted. Dr. Wang offered polite nods to those around her, accepting their congratulations with the grace of a seasoned player.
“And gentleman, a little birdie told me she’s planning to open a facility for male offenders! Can you imagine? Hehe! Now, continuing… I’d like to invite—”
Dr. Wang took her seat, unfazed, when a slender figure emerged from the shadows and joined her at the table.
“Congratulations Doctor! I hope this small token of appreciation helps mend our professional relationship. I’m really sorry for the disruption caused to your center during my operation.”
Dr. Wang maintained her composed smile. “Today’s friend is tomorrow’s foe. However, for now, our interests appear to be aligned, Judge Beaumont. Please, take a seat.”
“I appreciate that, Dr. Wang. This wasn’t easy for me either. But you know me… my ends always justify the means. In fact..."
The Judge leaned in, very close to the doctor’s ear. She licked her lips before whispering in a venomous tone.
“We can stop this. It’s over. And we won! Who among these self-congratulatory fools in cheap suits would suspect that the cartel’s money, now legally transferred to Ava Roi, is the price for your invaluable assistance in that my other project I’ve been planning for so long. Hehehe! Poor Scarlett, though... I really love that woman. We were very close friends. But, I must admit, her fate kinda excited me!”
Dr. Wang remained still, her voice as cold as ever. “History always reveals characters who unfortunately must pay the highest price for a greater good.”
“Your perspective is always fascinating, Doctor. That being said… I assume I can count on you for this next project of mine?”
“Yes, Judge Beaumont. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must leave. I’m returning to Ava Roi tonight. We’ll talk soon. Enjoy the event.“
“Have a good flight, Dr. Wang. And congratulations once more!” Zara called out, raising a glass of champagne in a final toast.
Outside the hotel, a black limousine pulled up to its entrance. An event staff member escorted Dr. Wang to the car, offering well wishes as she stepped inside.
The moment the door shut, Dr. Wang’s smile faded. She leaned back, exhaling slowly before pulling out her phone and dialing a particular number.
“Captain, alter the designated route. Arrange immediate flight home — my primary home. I anticipate an extended stay of an entire week. I require a brief period for preparation!”
A sharp male voice responded without hesitation. “Copy!”
Dr. Liz Wang ended the call and turned her gaze to the window. In the dark, inside the limousine, the hell in her eyes burned brighter.
Another conspiracy was about to begin.
THE END?
